A Chamber of Delights (11 page)

She tugged the cord and made him wince. Then she eased herself backward until she was squatting over his face. Gael could see him looking up into her crotch. Gael’s legs began to tremble more and her labia throbbed. She could feel the little veins in them pulsing as she closed them on the dildo. Her hands slipped under Boo’s arms and took her breasts. Firm and round in her palms, they felt so warm. The nipples poked strongly. The little rings of bumps around the nimbuses were plain to Gael’s light touch.

Boo pressed her bottom back against the double header and sighed, but did not take her eyes off the bedroom scene.

‘Lick me,’ Francine whispered. ‘Lick me very slowly. If you don’t please me, I’ll tug your balls.’

She lowered herself on to him, sliding her knees apart. Gael watched with awe. She could imagine how it felt to have her vulva stretched so widely. The tension on
the woman’s inner thighs must have been so sensitising, the least touch might set her off.

The long tongue of the man came out. It ran slowly through the open lips between the woman’s legs. She made a little sound of appreciation, and he licked again.

She wriggled to get closer contact, her knees spread wider apart, her hands on his chest, buttressing herself with her arms.

Gael’s hands massaged Boo’s tight breasts.

Boo began to saw herself backward on the dildo, pushing deeply into Gael as it came to the limit of her vaginal sleeve.

On the bed, Francine was working her vulva in small, tight circles on the tongue of the man. Her hands clawed at his chest, leaving white marks. His cock was as big as ever despite the noose around his testes. As Francine bore down on him, she picked up her panties from the bed and began to swipe at his penis. The panties were so flimsy they could not hurt him, but the soft whipping seemed to make the veins pulse strongly and the shaft rise up even more tautly from his belly.

Now she whipped between his legs, making him writhe. This seemed to have the right effect for Francine as she growled with pleasure to see him writhe. The woman moved position. ‘Now – lick my arse, you conceited male,’ she hissed. ‘Lick me until I say you can stop.’

She closed her eyes as she felt his tongue.

Gael closed hers too. She worked harder on the dildo. She pulled on Boo’s nipples and made her gasp.

Francine worked her bottom hard against the obedient tongue.

Gael clawed Boo’s flank as Boo jabbed the dildo deeply into her cleft. Gael wriggled on it tightly, desperate now to make it push against that most wonderful of places just inside her sleeve.

Francine moaned and clawed at the heaving chest.
Then she turned and straddled Anthony again. She pulled his penis up and sank down on it slowly. In a second it was in her, her labia pressing on his pubis as she spread her legs.

‘Slut,’ he whispered, clearly liking every minute of her treatment now.

‘Prick,’ she gasped. ‘Fuck me.’

‘Why should I?’

‘Because I’ll screw your balls off if you don’t.’ She gave a demure little smile.

‘Untie me and I’ll do you properly.’

‘And let you pin me to the bed while you fill me with your prick. Oh no. I’m not so naïve as that.’

‘But you want it – don’t you?’

‘I want it the way I want it, not the way you do.’ She drew herself off him and took a ribbed condom from her bag. She quickly rolled it down him then wiped it through the moisture in her sex. He tried to push back into her but she held him down. Then she repositioned herself, pushing the head of his penis against her anus.

‘Not there,’ he gasped but could not pull away.

‘Yes,’ she whispered as she held him stiffly upright and sank down on him. ‘Ah, yes. My God, that’s nice.’

Boo shuddered as she watched the man’s erection disappear deep into the woman. The shudder transmitted itself to Gael through the rubber cock.

Gael could not stop herself from groaning, recalling how it felt to have a length of male flesh in her bottom. But she had not had a man like that for a long time. She closed her eyes and pushed down on the dildo. Trembling, Boo and she hung together, neither of them wanting to cease their watching so that they could bring each other to a climax. Gael knew that she would have to go in a few minutes. She prayed that the hairdresser would finish soon. But then he might start again once she let him free.

Francine was riding her stud now. Her hands cupped
her breasts, her fingers rubbing at the nipples as she rose and fell.

‘Buck,’ she hissed. ‘I want to feel you, buck.’

‘Like hell,’ he groaned. ‘I can’t stand this any longer.’

‘You’ll stand it as long as I want you to.’

‘But your arse is so tight I’m going to come.’ He smiled grimly as if coming would spite her.

‘Shoot and I’ll wring your balls.’ She threw her knickers in his face.

He inhaled deeply and smiled as if it pleased him to have her knickers there. ‘Do your worst, you bitch.’

She took his belt from his trousers and began to whip his flanks. Recoiling from each blow made him judder. This seemed to goad her more. She whipped him faster, bringing red welts to his smooth, brown skin. His belly heaved and his shaven pubis ground against her nub. She bore down on his shaft, clearly trying to get more contact for her nubbin and the empty, stretched-out mouth of her sex.

Gael rode on the dildo between Boo and herself. She leant on Boo, rubbing her breasts on the sleek back. And as she rubbed she massaged Boo’s breasts, pulling at the nipples to make them stand. It always gave her pleasure to do that to a woman, and made her own teats rise.

Now Francine leant right forward, her breasts hanging over the man. She lay on him, rubbing them against his chest. And still she rode him, the long shaft in her anus plunging deep as she pushed back.

Gael pulled the nipples of her kneeling partner as Boo worked her vulva on the cock. Gael pushed down on its stiff, hard rubber, wanting even more inside her sleeve. The whole scene made her feel so dirty; being penetrated in that way while watching Francine plunging on the man. ‘My God,’ Gael whispered to herself, ‘I need a real one in me.’

Francine bit her slave’s neck.

He winced then hissed. ‘Stop that, you witch. Wait till I get free. I’ll show you who’s the boss.’

Francine smirked and ground her bottom on his shaft. ‘Promises will get you nothing, Anthony, my dear. Now shaft me or I swear I’ll squeeze your balls.’

‘And then I won’t be able to do you, you tart,’ he hissed again.

She took his mouth passionately, riding on him hard. Gael sensed Francine was becoming frantic for her climax. His refusal to do just as she wanted was making her passion mount. Perhaps it was planned. Or perhaps he was just being stubbornly chauvinistic.

Francine stopped. Tears ran down her cheeks as she lay panting, her breasts squashed hard on his.

‘Bastard,’ she whispered between gasps for air. ‘Why are men such bastards, Boo?’

Gael stopped kneading Boo’s breasts, and Boo’s vulva stopped its motion on the slick shaft of the dildo.

Francine looked towards the door. ‘You can come out, Boo. I know you’re there.’

GAEL SHRANK BACK
from the bathroom door, worried that Francine had spotted her as well. She pulled the double-headed dildo from the lips of Boo’s slick sex, leaving the other half deep inside herself. As she glanced down she saw what a man would see – a huge and slick phallus erupting from her crotch.

Boo stood slowly but didn’t go into the bedroom where Francine sat astride Anthony, his penis still buried in her bottom.

‘For Christ’s sake, Boo,’ he snarled. ‘Come out. We know you’re there.’ His voice broke with his anger. ‘Come out and untie me. I’m going to give this bitch something she’ll remember for a long time. Then I’ll have you too, you sneak. I’m sure that’s what you want – isn’t it?’

Francine struck him hard across the cheek. Then she put her hands behind herself and gripped his testes. ‘One more peep out of you and you’ll be singing alto.’ She sliced a finger across her throat to reinforce the sentiment. ‘And for hell’s sake, Boo – come out. This useless prick can’t make me come. I need a woman’s tongue.’

Gael pushed Boo gently in the back. She didn’t want Francine to come in and find her there as well. Boo went meekly. The bathroom door swung almost shut behind her. After a minute, Gael dared to look again.

Boo stood demurely before the double bed. Francine had stripped her naked. Boo seemed not to know quite what to do.

Francine pushed her down. ‘Kneel.’

Boo knelt – cowed before the fired-up Francine; her sapphire eyes were alight with lust, her breasts swinging as she moved.

Francine turned and leant upon the bed. She spread her legs and pushed her vulva out at Boo.

Boo needed no more orders. She put her mouth to the swollen lips and licked them tenderly, closing her eyes as if the succulent flesh was the essence of a gourmet meal.

Francine sighed then growled at the man as he watched them from the bed. ‘Why couldn’t you lick me out like this? Why did you have to eat me and chew me instead of savouring me like she does?’

Boo sucked Francine with great finesse, pulling her elongated clitoris between her lips. Her nose pushed deep into the proffered cleft as Francine spread her feet and pushed back more. Then she began to wriggle on Boo’s mouth. She moved her bottom in small circles.

Boo thrust her nose between the pulsing labia, rubbing it up and down as she worked the nubbin with her mouth.

Francine began to moan. She stripped the condom off the man and pulled his penis up. Then, taking it like a lollipop, she sucked in unison with the working of Boo’s mouth between her legs.

The man began to move his hips. He thrust into her mouth. Boo’s fingers scored her down the legs with long, red nails.

Gael was on her knees now, her hand on the rubber phallus stuck in her vagina. She worked it like a man would do as he pulled himself to climax, each pull rubbing at her clitoris, each thrust driving the other half inside her.

Francine’s breathing shortened as Anthony thrust up hard, into her mouth. Boo took long, deep licks from the nubbin to the ring, dragging her tongue as deeply as she could through the spread lips of the vulva. It opened and closed as Francine worked the muscles of her thighs.

Anthony writhed and ground his cock into the woman’s mouth, and Francine shuddered deeply as she pushed back hard on Boo. Boo clawed her inner thighs and bit her thigh where the inner surface met the soft flesh of her vulva.

Gael worked the dildo in frantic, shortened strokes, gripping it about the glans, widening her stance. She came with a little tremor which started in the hollows of her loins and spread up to her womb. But she didn’t climax fully. She needed more. She needed that real, hot cock that Francine had thrusting into her mouth.

Anthony tried to bring himself to climax but the hairdresser withdrew. Then she put her tongue to his shaft and began to lick it slowly underneath the glans. When he tensed his belly she stopped. She was judging him to a T, preventing him from spurting while she derived her pleasure from the act.

The women licked and sucked and rasped at the flesh before them. Then Francine came. Gael watched her thighs as they quivered, the open cleft clamping hard then opening once again to Boo’s probing.

Now Boo sprang up. She pushed Francine aside, then straddled the man’s hips and drove herself on his shaft. She plucked at her nipples and thrust out her breasts, putting back her head and giving a long, deep cry.

Francine lay on the rug, her eyes shut tight. She worked her nubbin in small, circular motions, her legs spread widely so Gael could see the deep gash of her cleft. Beyond the black of her stocking tops, the hollows of her loins were pale. The fair hair of her pubis was gold against the sheerness of the stockings. Her furrow
chafed against the hardness of the man, pulsing steadily now that she had come.

Boo squeezed herself on to the phallus pushing up inside her, as Anthony pushed on to his own climax. She clawed at his belly and his chest. When he tensed and pushed his hips up, she slapped him down. Then just as quickly as she had mounted him, she pulled herself up. She let his cock lie flat against his belly, rubbed herself over it once and stood.

Gael sank to the floor, the rubber cock clamped hard inside her tight sleeve. She needed to come again. She was as horny as a bitch on heat.

Francine rose. She looked at Boo and smirked. ‘I think we’ve wrung the most out of him, don’t you?’

Boo kissed her lightly on the lips. ‘I think we have. But what do we do about him?’

Francine gave Anthony a cursory glance. ‘I think we’ll leave him for someone else. I know one or two that might like a ride on this.’

He spat at her as she worked his foreskin seductively. ‘Let me go, you tart, I’m not lying here while any of your cronies have their lascivious way with me.’

Francine shrugged. ‘You’ve got no choice. And if you’re so particular about who you screw, I think we’ll have to blindfold you. Just concentrate on how they feel as they suck your prick between their legs or rub their quims along it. I’m sure you’ll like it, even though you might protest.’ Without more ado, she stripped her black stockings off and wound them tightly around his head, making certain that he couldn’t see. She threw Boo her dress and pulled on her own. Then she took Boo by the hand and led her out.

Gael knelt by the bathroom door. She hardly dared to breathe. She knew that she should leave as well. The guests would be wondering where she was. And if she was to put the next part of the plan into action, she mustn’t wait too long. It was already nearly ten o’clock.
Then she thought, what the hell, as she looked at the naked man tied up on the bed. His penis was up hard, his belly pumping from exertion. Perhaps the excitement of being tied and blindfolded was keeping him stimulated. Perhaps he was thinking about another woman coming to enjoy him and hoping she would bring him off.

Gael tried to leave, but the pull of that great, long cock was too great for her to resist. Her need to climax was growing stronger by the second.