Authors: Madeline Moore
Her every need had been anticipated and catered to, though the vibrator was a bit presumptuous. Still, the customer is always right, right?
The man seemed to forget she was there. He thumbed a remote. The TV came on. Sarah was at the wrong angle to see the screen properly but the sound of rhythmic grunting, squealing and squelching told her that it had to be porn. The man dropped his robe and threw himself onto the bed, absolutely naked. He had a thick, solid body and an erect cock to match. Just as if he’d been alone, he watched the screen and stroked himself, almost idly.
Sarah watched him. That was what she was there for, Veronica had explained, just to watch. In any case, in her whole life, Sarah had only seen three real cocks: David’s, the one that belonged to the boy she’d dated before him and Jack’s. She was curious about them and the differences between them. That was only natural, wasn’t it? This one was as long as Jack’s but quite a bit thicker. Looking at it, she couldn’t help but wonder what it’d feel like – in her hand, in her mouth, or pushing up inside her.
The bathroom door opened. A woman, stark naked but heavily made-up, entered. She looked to be a couple of years younger than the man, tall, slender, very fit, almost no body fat, like she worked out at a gym and counted carbs. She was a freckled redhead, with her hair cut in a feathery boyish style.
Her
breasts were a bit smaller than Sarah’s and certainly not as pert, but still attractive, with prominent maroon nipples. Her waist was slender, with hints of taut abdominal muscles moving just below her skin. There was a ring through her navel, with a diamanté pendant. She had narrow hips with deep hollows, lean muscular flanks and long, almost thin, legs. Her shaved mound was quite plump, divided by a double crease that framed the ridge of a prominent clitoral shaft.
It felt strange, appraising a nude woman as a requirement for an assignment. In her high school gym’s showers, girls made sure not to look as if they were sizing each other up, though they did, of course, surreptitiously.
The woman sat on the edge of the bed, beyond the man, who was still stroking himself. ‘Playing with yourself, James?’ she asked. ‘The pretty little schoolgirl is watching you, you know.’
‘She wants to learn how grown-ups do it, Daphne.’
‘And so she shall. We’ll show her. We’ll give her a show she won’t ever forget, right?’
Well, they’d acknowledged her presence at last. So, she wasn’t supposed to be invisible. It seemed that her role was to be that of a silent but appreciative audience. Sarah played her part by leaning forwards, elbows on knees, chin in her hands, and staring openly.
Daphne said, ‘Let me do that for you, James.’ She arched over him, making the skin of her waist wrinkle. Her long-fingered right hand cupped his balls. He relinquished his grip on his shaft. Her hand replaced it, but delicately, just fingertips and thumb. As she stroked, she said, ‘This is how you like me to start, right, James? Teasing?’
He grunted and lay back.
‘Nice and easy,’ Daphne crooned.
His hand lifted up under her to her pendent left breast, gave it a little jiggle and then toyed with her nipple. ‘Love your tits, Daphne.’
‘Thank you, darling. Feel free.’ She chuckled. ‘Fondle at will.’
‘Like this?’ He rolled her nipple between his index finger and his thumb.
‘Harder.’
He pinched and rolled. Daphne gasped. Her lips parted. It seemed that she liked the pain. Sarah dropped a hand to her own breast and pinched her own nipple experimentally through her thin shirt. It made her wince but she persevered. Hot little sparks of sensation radiated from her peak. Interesting. David had always been so gentle when he’d touched her there, and she’d thought that was considerate of him, but now she was learning about something different, somehow naughtier. Gentle caresses were nice but it seemed that there were other sorts of pleasure to be coaxed from her body. It was her second lesson in that, she realised. She’d enjoyed those few spanks that Jack had given her, even if they had come as a bit of a shock.
Daphne pulled her legs up to kneel beside James but didn’t miss a stroke. As his torment of her nipple increased in intensity, so did the speed and strength of the fingers she was masturbating him with. Looking close up at his glossy plum but obviously directing her words at Sarah, she said, ‘Don’t worry about him coming too soon. That’s the advantage of a mature man. He can hold back for a long time, right, James?’
He grunted again. Arousal seemed to have stolen his power of speech.
Daphne continued, ‘But I’m different. I can come again and again, each time getting better and better. Make me come, please, James.’
She lifted one knee up and set it down on the other side of his head, facing forwards. She grinned at Sarah as she lowered her sex onto his mouth.
‘He’s got a wonderful tongue and he loves to use it.’
David had never done that for Sarah, though he really enjoyed it when she used her mouth on him. Jack had offered to but somehow they’d never got round to it. By the intense, almost angry, expression on Daphne’s face, it had to feel very good. Sarah decided that when she and Jack finally got together again, she’d make sure to get him to do it to her. He’d be good at it, she was certain.
Daphne was undulating on James’s face. Sarah wished she could see what the man was doing with his tongue in more detail. The serpentine woman lowered her face towards James’s cock. She threw Sarah a glance, as if to say, ‘Watch this,’ and worked its head between her stretched lips. There was a pause, and then she plunged down.
Oh hell! She’d taken him so deeply that her lips were buried in his pubic hair. With a thing that size – it had to be pressed against the back of her throat.
James put his hand on the back of Daphne’s head, holding it in place, and jerked up at her, driving his shaft even deeper.
How did the woman take it? Why didn’t she gag, Sarah wondered.
He thrust up again and again before relenting and letting her mouth rise completely off his shaft. Daphne grinned, licked her lips, and ducked down again.
She enjoyed it?
He was still buried in her mouth, to the hilt, when her hips gyrated and then began to thrust as if she were riding a stallion at a gallop. Well, in a way, she was.
Sarah’s fingers seemed to have found their way inside her shirt and were flickering on her nipple. Her thighs squeezed together.
Daphne made an obscene snorting sound. She pulled back off James’s shaft. The muscles in her belly convulsed. Her diamanté pendant bounced against her tummy. She said, ‘Oh yes, my darling, oh, oh, oh, fucking yes!’ She toppled sideways, her left leg straight and pointing upwards at a forty-five degree angle. Daphne held that pose, giving Sarah a clear view of her glistening flaccid sex.
The bitch was showing off!
Look at me! I just came, hard and wet and glorious!
Daphne wasn’t the only one who was wet. Sarah’s new thong panties were saturated. Nobody had touched her but the exhibition she’d just witnessed had made her incredibly horny. And girls weren’t supposed to be ‘visual’? Maybe some weren’t but she certainly was, it seemed.
It couldn’t be over. Daphne had climaxed but James was still stiff and, it looked to Sarah, even bigger than before.
He threw Sarah a glance and then rolled sideways away from her, but just long enough to take Daphne by her hips and heave her body over him and plonk her down between himself and Sarah. Their legs splayed apart, her right one overlapping his left. She took hold of his shaft again. He cupped her mound and curled two fingers down into her sex.
This was their interlude, Sarah surmised. Daphne was recovering her lust, if she’d ever lost it, and she was maintaining his. His dabbling fingers made wet sounds. They lay, just toying, for a few minutes before his free hand came up, reached over and ‘pinged’ Daphne’s nipple with a flick of his finger.
Her ‘Ouch’ was a pleased one. ‘Want a reverse cowgirl next?’ she asked him.
‘Mmm.’
She sat up and straddled her man again, facing his feet. Her hand took hold of him and steered him to nestle between the petals of her sex. Rotating her hips, she sank down, slowly impaling herself. James put his hands behind his neck, ready to just lie there and enjoy.
Daphne leant forwards to grip his thick thighs just above his knees. She rocked slowly to and fro, building up speed until her breasts were bouncing wildly, then switched to rotating her hips. James put a flat palm on the small of her back and pushed her down gently until her face was between his ankles.
‘He loves this angle,’ Daphne mumbled into the bedclothes. ‘It does nice things for me, as well.’
James’s hips rose off the bed, bearing Daphne with them. Very slowly, his face contorted with restrained glee, he lowered and raised her, over and over.
Sarah imagined where the pressure would be, inside Daphne, and what it might feel like. She made another mental note for when she saw Jack again.
Still lifting and lowering, James sucked on his own index finger and reached out to the crease of Daphne’s bottom. Sarah
squirmed
. She knew that some people had anal sex but it wasn’t something she’d thought about. In fact, it was something she’d avoided contemplating.
James’s wrist turned. Jesus! He was working his finger into Daphne’s bottom!
The woman gasped, ‘Two fingers, please, darling.’
Sarah could hardly believe it. How incredibly full Daphne had to feel. Not even thinking about it, Sarah slid the hand that wasn’t toying with her breast up under her short kilt. It was only when Daphne caught her eye and grinned that Sarah realised what she’d been caught doing. She blushed and almost withdrew her hand but stopped herself. The horny couple had hired her to watch them because they wanted to be appreciated. It was actually part of Sarah’s job to show them that what they were doing excited her. If she was going to earn her pay, she mustn’t be modest.
She could play the slut. How hard could it be? What would a slut do under these circumstances? That was easy. Instead of pulling her hand back and pretending it hadn’t been up her kilt, she reached up higher, got a grip on her thong and pulled it down her thighs, over her knees and off.
‘She’s such a bad little schoolgirl,’ Daphne said. ‘I think she’s going to play with herself.’
Sarah could take a hint. Bold, now that she’d decided to give them their money’s worth, she slumped back in the chair, legs spread wide, and pulled her kilt right up to her tummy. There! They weren’t the only exhibitionists here!
Now that she’d exposed herself, what next? For now, a little fondling. After that, well, she’d see where the spirit moved her. Feeling incredibly liberated, Sarah bracketed her clit between two fingers and slowly worked its sheath up and down.
Daphne didn’t say anything but she sat up, reached down and began to caress herself in exactly the same way. That was better than words. Sarah felt warm emotions flood her. She’d never seriously considered sex with another girl and what she and Daphne were doing was a sort of Sapphic exchange, but it was a safe one, because they weren’t actually touching each other.
Daphne panted, ‘She’s bad, James, perhaps the naughtiest little schoolgirl we’ve ever had. Oh, so bad, so very, very bad, so …’ Her belly writhed. She sucked air, made a sound that was almost a giggle but from very deep inside, and flopped sideways.
Sarah had done that to her, or at least, she’d contributed. How could she not feel proud?
And James’s erection still stood, glistening and angry. Without thinking, Sarah reached out to the waiting vibrator and caressed it, comparing it to the real shaft not five feet away. They were about the same size. The imitation one was cool but yielding. Still stroking her clit, she raised the pink plastic to her lips and gave its dome a flat-tongued lick.
James groaned. Because of what she’d done? Experimenting, she worked the blunt end between her lips and gave it a hollow-cheeked suck.
James groaned again.
Daphne sat up and looked across his body towards Sarah. ‘She wants you, James. I can see it in her eyes, the bad, bad girl! I’d better cover your eyes so that she can’t tempt you.’ Daphne climbed to her feet on the bed.
James sat up against the pile of pillows at the bed’s head. Daphne braced herself with one hand on the wall and the other knotted in his hair. The foot furthest from Sarah lifted up, its toes pointed elegantly, and Daphne stepped over James’s right shoulder. Her legs bent, bringing her sex down to the level of his face. The hand in his hair twisted his head away from Sarah and to Daphne’s sex.
‘I’m so strung out on sex,’ Daphne said, ‘that I’ll come very quickly this time. Tongue me, darling! Hard and fast!’
His tongue extended. The angle gave Sarah a clear view. It slithered between Daphne’s lips, flattened, and flipped up, right across his lover’s engorged clit. It lapped, long and strong, but as fast as a kitten at a bowl of cream. Daphne had been right to brag about his skills.
James couldn’t see Sarah, not with his face half turned away. Daphne’s head had fallen back and her eyes were screwed tight
shut
. Sarah didn’t know if she’d have dared do it with their eyes on her, but she dropped the hand that held the vibrator to her lap, turned its base to make it hum and worked its head between the lips of her own sex.
She gave a little start. The shaft was pressed against her clit. The effect of the vibrations was almost, but not quite, overwhelming. Why hadn’t someone told her?
Daphne took hold of James’s head with both hands. Her other leg bent up and passed over his shoulder. His big hands cupped her bottom to hold her in place. The tall slender woman bent her back, leaning herself away from her man while pressing her mound harder against his mouth. And still she bent, folding her back like it was hinged at her waist. Her head dipped lower and lower, to level with her bum, then further, all the way down and tucking in until the top of her head rested on his belly and his shaft’s head was touching her just under her chin. Her hands flattened on the bed beside his thick thighs. The upside-down position spread her ribs like a fan and hollowed her tummy. Gravity removed the slight sag of her breasts so that her nipples pointed almost towards her face.