Short Story 5 Halloween
By: Lisa Peacock (lisapeacock@y7mail.com)
Seeing as it's the Halloween time of the year, I've written this little story. Hope you enjoy.**********************
Mike and Sandra had planned to go to the Halloween party; the plans changed somewhat when Sandra developed a splitting headache, leaving Mike to go on his own
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Mike and Sandra were just two ordinary people. Mike was twenty-four and Sandra was twenty-two. They had been married for three years, and had been trying for a family the last two years, to date nothing...but they still lived in hope. Both had good jobs and pretty good incomes. They made the most of the freedom they had at present, knowing that once a child was part of their life, their lifestyle would change also.
Friends that used to accompany them at week-ends, now starting families, found once junior came along, the free and easy lifestyle they once enjoyed, was not quite the same...baby sitters had to be found, and they nearly always wound their way home earlier than in previous years. Both hoped sooner rather than later, Sandra would become pregnant...it certainly wasn't for the want of trying.
Halloween was fast approaching and they decided they would attend the fancy dress party.
"Better we go this year.... hopefully we won't be able to next year" said Mike.
"Yes...but I'm not too sure how many of our friends will attend... you know how it is these days"
They both agreed that this might be their last opportunity and would each pick a costume for the evening...only on the night would they reveal what they were going as.
Mike decided on a blood-sucking vampire, with a mask that made him look remarkably like batman, hiding his face, and a cape, attached to his arms, so that when he raised them, they took the form of bat wings.
Sandra picked a cat woman's costume, again the mask hiding her face and the appearance of a cat, it was body hugging tight, and showed her curvaceous curves off to the fullest extent. The only thing was, Mike was never going to see it on the night of the party.
The day of the party and Sandra had a splitting headache...it was getting worse; she tried hard to shake it off, but to no avail.
"Oh god sorry Mike, I just can't go tonight, my head feels like it is going to explode. I think I'll take a couple of Panodol tablets and try and sleep it off.
"Well if you can't go... neither will I, it won't be the same without you. I've got plenty to do around here" he explained.
There followed a you should go, I won't go, you should go, I won't go, but in the end Mike reluctantly caved in and said "Ok, then I'll go, but under protest, I'll have a couple of drinks then come home...deal?" he asked
"Yes you have a deal, and you don't have to dash back, just have a good time" Sandra replied.
Mike dressed, and showed Sandra his outfit.
"Whow! You look great sweetheart... don't go sinking those fangs into to many people...especially the women"
"The only woman I want to sink them into is you" Taking hold of her, and pretending to bite her neck.
She took the tablets, drew the bedroom curtains, curled up on the bed and fell into a deep sleep... the last thing she remembered was the sound on Mikes SUV, driving away.
When she awoke a couple of hours later, her headache had gone, and she felt pretty good, and then looking at the clock she thought. "Oh the night is still young, perhaps I will put on my costume and go...meet up with Mike"
She viewed the dressed image in the mirror. The leather jacket and leather pants were real tight, it needed a certain type of body to wear it, and Sandra had the right body, her ass and breasts particularly... beneath all that leather was a hot looking woman. Calf length hi heel boots, made the final touch. She strutted the room, stopped posed, then strutted again. Yes she was happy with it, wait until Mike saw her, but hey, he hadn't known what she was going to wear, and the mask hid her face. Being in amateur theatrics she could quite easily adopt a new voice, sexy, foreign, whatever she wanted, she was good at it, this could be fun, she thought.
When she arrived the car parks were full, she managed to squeeze her Honda, into a small gap. The hall itself was just as full, everybody was in a very festive mood, balloons, streamers, and posters, the spirit of Halloween was alive and well. As she pushed through the crowd, making for the bar, she'd had three proposals, (not marriage proposals,) and had her ass pinched and felt at least half a dozen times. Yes Halloween was alive and well.
Her first drink went down real well, so she ordered a second, and then began to look for Mike...then she spotted him.
"Well he seems to be enjoying himself" she thought, a look of annoyance crossing her face.
He certainly was enjoying himself, two great looking vampires, danced with him, one blond, the other long black hair, and their dancing and general appearance was very intimate and suggestive.
"So he would miss me would he, wouldn't be the same without me eh"
He certainly didn't seem to be missing her now. Sandra was the last thing on his mind. He was having a real good time, and he was going to make sure it got better.
Mike made a grab for the blond, held her close, slid his hand between her legs, groping her. She flung her head back and gave a delighted scream. He then held her ass, pulling himself hard against her stomach.
"The bastards got an erection" Sandra said to herself, fury boiling inside her. He pushed the blond away, turned and grabbed the dark haired one, again the same procedure, it looked like some sort of prelude to sex... a heightening of the sexual desires.
She was about to rush over to him, confront him, unmask him, and herself, let him know his little game was over... but suddenly and idea came to her, she liked the idea, and the game she was about to play. She became more focused now, as she edged toward the gyrating trio. She moved with the stealth of a cat, focusing on her prey, until she was almost upon them. For a moment she wondered if Mike would recognize her, was there something that might give her away. She slowly gyrated like the rest, moving closer and closer to the trio, every suggestive move, signaling sex. She's caught the attention of Mike, for a moment his movements slowed, as he turned and concentrated his gaze upon her... oh god he'd recognized her.
"Hey pussycat...why don't you come and join us...I'll make you purr" said Mike.
Oh you'll make me purr alright, you cheating bastard, its you're eyes I'll be scratching out tonight you fucking sod, she said to herself, with a seductive smile on her face. She held up her hand and used her finger to beckon him to come to her.
"Excuse me ladies...don't go away... I'll be right back" he said addressing the two women.
"We'll be right here lover boy" they replied.
Yeh... I bet you will, Sandra thought... little sluts
Mike ran his hands seductively; over the leather clad body, before him.
"Oh boy, you feel good, I like what I see... I could get my teeth into you pussy cat" he said.
And then adding "And into you some other places"
The only thing Sandra could make out were Mikes sparkling dancing eyes, and his lips, which were bathed in a smile.
"Well play your cards right, I might just let you do that, Mr Bat"
He grabbed and drew her close, repeating what he'd done to the other two women. Sandra felt his hand between her legs, groping her pussy, his finger desperately trying to make penetration through the leather.
"Oh I think they are going to have to come off pussy cat. I don't think my big hard cock can get through all that"
"Well it looks like you might have to take them off, eh?" she casually replied.
He was holding her tight and gyrating against her stomach, letting her feel his hard erection. "When I get them off, that's what's going inside you...would you like that pussycat"
"Oh yes... you don't know just how much I want it inside me" she replied.
He turned his attention to the two women.
"Hey girls, can you hold the fort for a while... pussycat and I have some, um, er business to attend to" then turning back to Sandra said, "Don't we pussycat"
"Oh we most certainly do girls, won't keep him away from you any longer than need be"
"You won't run away Brian, will you?" they replied.
Brian, so that's who you're saying you are, she thought.
"I'll definitely will be back, we have some unfinished business ourselves, haven't we?"
"You know we have" giggling.
"Come pussycat, let's go and have some fun eh?"
"I'm all for fun, and I'm sure you're going to show me what fun is all about, Mr Bat" she replied, slipping her arm through his.
"Oh don't worry, by the time we are finished you'll know you've been fucked by an expert" he declared.
"Sounds good" she replied, laughing.
"Tell me, is Brian you're real name" she asked.
There was a pause, then a smile. "No of course not...would never use my real name, would I"
"You married or something"
"Or something" he replied the "What's you're name pussycat.
"Linda" she lied
"And not you're real name either".
"No"
"Married or something?"
"Like you...or something" "Yeah well we don't really need to know too much about each other do we, just as long as we enjoy the fun eh?"
They walked amongst the parked cars, passing a couple humping on the hood of one of the vehicles. It seemed they weren't the only ones wanting a quick fuck tonight.
Mike pointed his keys at the SUV; there was a beep, with accompanying flashing lights, as the doors unlocked.
Opening the back door he said "Hop in pussy cat...my passion wagon is now open for business... plenty of room in there honey"
Sandra hoisted herself inside, planted her ass on the seat, and turned to face the incoming Mike, as he closed the door behind him.
Slightly stooped over, due to lack of headroom, he instructed Sandra to get her pants and knickers of, at the same time he was furiously undoing his own pants, unzipping his fly and pulling all down around his ankles. Sandra was doing similarly. Pulling and tugging the tight fitting leather pants down, followed by her panties, and stretching back in the seat, parting her legs as far as possible.
"Oh god...oh god, that's one lovely looking cunt, pussycat"
Yeah well you've seen and fucked it many times before, don't you recognize it, she thought.
Mikes cock brushed the side of her thigh, Sandra felt a tingle run through her body, she watched the head of Mikes cock enter, and her pussy quickly swallow up the rest of the shaft... he was all the way in.
Mike gave a long sigh, adding "Ohhhhhhhhh, that feels so good.... so tight" as his hips began to sway.
Yeah well this time see if you can give me a baby, could be the last thing you do for me shit head, she thought.
Mike smiled at her. "How's that pussycat, you like Brian's cock inside you eh?"
"Oh yes Brian, yes" She may be furious at him, but she did like being fucked, continuing to stare at the hard shaft as it slid in and out. She flung back her head and cried. "Oh fuck.... oh fuck" Brian's ass humping up and down, his cock pounding her wet pussy.
"Yeah...feels good for me too...oh god how that feels good"
"Better than your wife then, eh Brian?"
"Oh god yeah, miles better.... She knows nothing about fucking"
Sandra's blood and temper was rising, she was about to tear off her mask, and reveal just who it was he was fucking, but no, she had to play her plan, later, she would have her revenge later, and all the evidence for her lawyer.
A quick fuck was all it was going to be... a quickie. In, fuck, cum, out. Everybody happy.
"And you, does your husband give you what you want...is he good at fucking?"
"He's an asshole, wouldn't know how to fuck... not like you Brian... now you're an expert"
The sound of lovemaking intensified with every thrust of Mike's cock, fuck, fuck, fuck.
"I'm gona cum... I'm gona cum" he finally shouted.
Sandra felt the flow of Mikes, alias Brian's warm fluid, squirting into her pussy. Her reaction was to press down hard on to the shaft, wanting to feel every last inch of his pulsating cock.
"Oh god... oh my fucking god" he gasped, rather breathlessly, as the last dregs of his sperm flowed inside her.
"Oh shit Brian, that was just fantastic" she declared.
"Yeah for me to pussycat"
It was now just a question of pulling up, pants, knickers, and underpants, as they struggled in the confined space of the SUV.
The amber lights flashed, and the alarm bleeped as Mike secured the vehicle.
Arm in arm, they made their way back to the party.
Before entering the crowded hall, Mike slipped his hand on Sandra's butt, saying.
"Thanks, I enjoyed what we just did Linda...you're a good fuck.. I'll give you that"
"Thanks Brian, you're pretty good yourself" she replied, thinking, for an asshole.
"We might meet up again sometime... eh?" he remarked.
"Oh I'm sure we will.... I look forward to it"
"Great" he said, giving one last squeeze of her buttock. "Thanks again" he added. Then vanished into the hall and crowed.
Sandra followed, and caught sight of Mike as he weaved a course back to the two women he'd left earlier... nothing had altered; he was all over them like a rash. She ordered a drink and fumed at what she was seeing.
A deep rich voice behind her caught her attention. "Hello there cat woman, I don't hear you purring". it said.
When she turned, it was a tall broad skeleton, far too broad for a skeleton if the truth be known. The bones were white, the costume background black, but the guy inside it was also black, uncovered eyes, and mouth and hands told her this.
"Oh hi...sorry, I was miles away" she replied as an apology, waving her hand in a dismissive gesture. Then showing him a friendly smile.
"You look too healthy to be a skeleton" she said.
He looked down at himself and laughed. "Yeah it was all they had left.... all the costumes were out, and I don't think I'd fit into a leprechaun suit, do you"
She laughed also, agreeing it would look somewhat ridiculous.
Sandra glanced to where Mike was flirting with his newfound girl friends.
"Would you like to hit the floor for a spell.... er, sorry didn't catch your name?" the tall stranger asked.
Sandra smiled, she hadn't given a name but she stayed with the one she'd given herself earlier. "Linda" her reply.
"Well pleased to meet you Linda.... I'm Greg"
Another look at Mike and his girls.
"Sure, I'd love to hit the floor Greg"
Greg placed a strong arm around her waist, and carved his way to the dance area. One thing was certain, no one was going to menace or tackle the guy, he was tall and broad of back... a skeleton he was not.
The DJ was good, as was the sound system, a good variation of records. "The Monster Mash" an apt choice.
As they shook, shaked, and gyrated, Sandra kept an eye on Mike... it was obvious he was getting horny again, rubbing himself hard up against the women. When the music slowed to a nice easy rhythm. Greg placed his arms around Sandra' waist, and holding each other, danced on the spot. It didn't take long for his hands to work down to her butt, gently massaging and squeezing the cheeks.
Normally she would have politely asked him to remove them, but not tonight. Seeing Mike and those tarts of his, she wasn't going to deny herself, not this evening. Greg snuggled nearer, squeezing those tight buns of hers. The mask hid her face, but left her neck exposed. He whispered in her ear.
"Let's find somewhere quiet, and perhaps have a little fun...what do you say?" his hands squeezing her, harder. Sandra understood perfectly what "A little fun" meant.
The sight of Mike with his arms around his companion's shoulders, and theirs, around his waist, as they made for the door, sealed it for her.
She looked up at him, smiled, gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek and said.
"Yes, why not, where do you want to take me"
With a knowing tap on his nose and a wink, he said.
"Come with me, I'll show you"
His arm curved around her waist, they headed for the door, as he guided her through the throng of dancers.
The night air seemed cool in contrast to the hall, and its mass of people. The sight of Mike and his two female companions sweeping by in his SUV, was only adding fuel to the fire.
"This way" Greg murmured, guiding her down the side of the building. They were moving further and further from the well-lit area, heading into the darkness.
Sandra became apprehensive and pulled to a halt.
"Heh, where are you taking me...it's awfully dark down there"
"Please. Don't worry yourself...I'm not going to rape or harm you" he said. Then pulling away from her, putting his hands in the air, continued. "Look if you are the least concerned, we'll call it a night, you can go back inside, and feel safe amongst the people. What I have to show you is just around the corner"
Still not totally convinced, but she agreed to go on. When they turned the corner, there it was. The largest mobile home Sandra had ever seen.
"Home... sweet home" he said, smiling
"Jeeze is that yours?" she asked in astonishment.
"Every square inch of it...come on, let me show you around... has a great bedroom... and an even better bed" A mischievous smile.
Greg now removed his mask revealing his fine features; Sandra did the same, no need to hide identity any longer.
He led her into what can only be described as a pent house suit on wheels. Everything gleamed and glistened. Luxury, luxury, luxury.
"Well what do you think" he asked. It took her a moment or two to get her breath back. She was impressed.
"My god, this is unbelievable...I ... I just can't find the words" her reply.
"Ahh, but the best is though here" he said, ushering her nearer the bedroom door.
"It's what lies behind this door that counts most"
When he opened the door, she was confronted with another shock. It wasn't the luxury, or the big bed, it was the black guy, reclining the length of it, propped up against a couple of pillows, casually reading a magazine. Apart from the towel wrapped around his midriff, he was naked.
Sandra's body stiffened, a look of horror and fear on her face
"Oh god no...no...I should go...I can't... I can't..."
Greg's hand shot out and held her gently, but firm.
"Hey, it's ok honey, I didn't mean this to frighten you... we mean you no harm... I thought if I told you all this before hand, you wouldn't come"
Too right she wouldn't have come, but his grip wasn't threatening, his voice was soothing and confident.
"Same thing applies, if you want to go, you can, Bobbie and I won't stop you...I just thought you wanted a good time, and I'm sure Bobbie and I can show you a good time, that's all"
She was starting to calm down. Mike her husband had taken off with two women, why not she with two guys. "What's good for the goose...etc, etc"
"Yes... yes.... Yes, why not eh, twice the fun eh?" she replied.
"That's the spirit lass...fun is what you came for and fun is what you're gona get"
"Hey, you two guys aren't?" her hand waving the air "You know?"
"What gay, a couple" he laughed, as did Bobbie. "Good lord no... far from it, but I can understand why you would think so"
"No Bobbie is an old friend, we go back a few years, and we are taking a vacation, one we have both earned... our wives... and I'm being straight up front here... we are married, are still at home... probably glad to see us go... bet they are doing the same as us... but who cares" he said with a shrug.
"And you, are you married?"
Sandra was silent a moment, then nodded. "Yes...yes, I'm married"
"The guy with the two broads attached to him eh?"
"Yes...yes that was him" she replied.
"Ha... I thought so, the way you kept your eyes on him, and the look on your face, you were showing anger"
"Yes, the cheating toad"
"Well tonight you're going to get your own back eh? Pay him big time, show him he's not the only one"
Sandra's spirits lifted, why not she thought, if he can take on two women, she could take on two guys.
"Yeah, you're right, come on guys, lets get it on" Now she was really in the mood for it.
Greg chuckled approval and smiled. Bobbie smiled saying "Yeah, now you're talking"
"I'm gona make sure everything is locked up tight and secure. Why don't you get comfortable, take your clothes off Linda, and get to know Bobbie a little better, I'll be right back". Greg turned and walked away.
"Sounds good advice to me Linda...why not make yourself comfortable, eh?"
First thing to remove was her tight fitting leather cat woman jacket, thus revealing breast filled bra.
"Ohhh, yes very nice" commented Bobbie.
She then turned her back on him, and sat at the bottom of the bed; she tugged at her calf length boots. First left, then right, discarding them to one side. Undoing, and unzipping her leather pants, she lifted her ass a few inches off the bed and slipped out of leather pants.Standing, she turned to face Bobbie, he gave a hiss and a whistle as he eyed the view before him.
"Ohhh nice, yes very nice" he remarked.
Sandra smiled, then reached behind and undid bra, shrugging out of it, and again discarding it. Another hiss, another whistle.
"Oh god it gets better...god you have really nice tits Linda, let me feel them" he said, reaching up to her.
"All in good time my love, all in good time"
Next to go were her panties, slipping them over her hips and down past her thighs, then stepping out of them.
"Oh shit...oh shit...ohhhh shit" he said, as he stared at her naked form. Then flinging back the towel, to reveal a very large erection.
It was Linda's turn to be shocked.
"Oh my god... that thing can't be for real, did you get a transplant from a donkey?"
It was one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen, like some giant of the forest, standing tall and proud.
"I always thought it was just a myth, what they said about black men" she said, continuing to stare at the monster.
He stroked it with pride, smiling at her.
"Think you can take it honey?"
"I'm not sure... but I'll give it a good go"
"Here, lie next to me" said Bobbie, patting the bed beside him.
Sandra crawled on the bed, and lay beside him, feeling the warmth of his hot body next to hers.
Bobbie lay on his side, head supported in hand. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her hip, a great paw, grabbed her other hip, then his mouth and lips were at her mouth and lips and the kissing was hot and passionate.
The hand that was on her hip, now moved to her breast, it was gentle and sensual as it moved across the firm flesh, a gentle squeeze, finger and thumb tweaking the hardening nipple. A moan from Sandra.
The hand started to work its way down, skimming gently over her warm flesh, filling her with excited anticipation.
Bobbie felt her course pubic hair against the palm, her legs flopped open, as he pushed between her thighs, a finger feeling and tracing the outline of her slit. She knew she was becoming wet. She broke the kiss and gave a gasp.
"Oh god.... oh god Bobbie...Bobbie" she called.
"Well now that's what I like to see, the two of you getting to know one another" Grinning. It was Greg. Having secured the homes doors, he returned to hear the start of Bobbie making his play, he held back, but now it was time to enter.
Sandra looked up, just as Greg began to undress. Each item of clothing being discarded in a haphazard fashion. Finally he removed the last item, his underpants. It was another shock for her.
"Oh god... oh no" she moaned.
It was another giant of the forest that she beheld before her. Like Bobbie, he stroked it with pride.
"You like this honey?" he asked
"Oh god, not one, but two...oh jeeeeeeze"
"Yeah but we give value here, I promise" his reply, as he lay on her other side.
She was now sandwiched between, two hot bodies. Greg pressing his own hard monster against her warm body.
Bobbie's finger, pushed into the wet slit, one became two, then three.
"Ohhhh shit" she sighed. The intruding fingers, working inside her, touching, feeling her clit. Her heart and pulse racing. Excitement and anticipation rising.
"Here let me give you a little sample sweetheart, said Bobbie, sliding on top of her, his hard shaft pushing between her thighs, both Bobbie and Greg, pulling her legs open.
"Oh no, please don't no...no, you haven't got a condom on... please don't cum in me... I don't want to get pregnant...Please" she begged.
"Oh don't you worry about that honey...I'm a long way off before I cum...this is just a little sample"
Bobbie was taking no notice of Sandra's plea's not to put it in. Still pleading, she watched the head and first couple of inches go inside her.
"Oh god...oh no" she whimpered. She took a deep breath, held it, and watched her pussy swallow up the giant, only his balls now visible.
"Oh?my?god" she eventually screamed, releasing her pent up breath. She'd felt every inch of it, as he thrust it inside of her.
She closed her eyes, and pushed back into the pillow and mattress. Bobbie's ass humping up and down at a nice steady rhythm.
"You like that honey... you like Bobbies cock fucking you?"
"Oh god yes...yes...yes" she screamed, as the euphoria spread through her body. The fact that he wasn't wearing a condom didn't seem to matter anymore.
It was somewhat akin to being groped and felt by a centipede. Hands were squeezing her breasts, and a finger was stuck up her ass. Her own hand had reached out and grabbed Greg's cock and she was masturbating him at the same time. She was overcome with a lust and desire; her head was starting to spin, and she was feeling hot wedged between them.
Bobbie had stopped humping, but remained inside her. His lips touched her lips, the tip of his wet tongue running gently and sensually between them, eventually asking.
"Does that feel good for you Linda?" She sighed and purred, just a whisper.
"Oh god yes...yes"
She felt him slipping out of her.
"No, no, don't... don't take it out, not yet" she pleaded.
"Oh don't worry, we have plenty more for you, Greg's gona take over...you're now gona feel his cock inside you honey" he said, as he made way for Greg. She could see Bobbie's cock was all wet and gleaming from being inside her.
She felt Greg's wait, bearing down on her, still holding his cock in her hand, she guided him toward her slit, placing it inside. Then, just as she had watched Bobbie, she watched Greg's giant of the forest being swallowed up by her pussy. More soft sighs of satisfaction. "Ahhhhhhh" and she lay back into the pillow and mattress, to enjoy the rise and fall of Greg's ass humping between her legs.
Hands continued to touch and fondle her breasts, who had which breast, she neither knew, nor cared. Her breasts were now firm, her nipples hard like diamonds.
Warm mouths, tongues and hot breath, were either side of her neck and ears, licking, nibbling.
"Ohhhh god, oh god" she softly murmured, as euphoria took over, her logic to think. She seemed lost in a fog, drowning in the sea of lust and desire.
Greg now straddled her body, his cock only inches from her mouth, wet and glistening. She had to open her mouth somewhat more than usual to be able to take it. Greg's response was immediate as he felt her warm tongue; circle the shaft, corona and slit of his penis.
"Ohhhh my god. Linda...Linda" Her head moving in time with his own movements.
Sandra felt her legs being pushed wider apart; it was Bobbie...his finger now tweaking her clit...she knew she was about to cum. He heart and pulse raced. Then it hit her. The orgasm ripped through her body, a giant electric pulse. For a moment her body stiffened as it passed through, there was a slurping sound from her pussy...her now very wet pussy.
They passed her from one to the other. If it wasn't Greg's cock inside her, it was Bobbie's, as they continued to endlessly hump.
She had no say or control in the actions neither did she care. Whatever they did was ok by her.
Strong hands grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the bottom of the bed... with legs once again held apart, warm tongues and mouths were eating and chomping at her pussy. The tongues licking and delving deep inside, she moaned and groaned, her head thrashed from side to side. The look on her face would give any observer the impression she was in pain, the truth was just the opposite... it was exotic and euphoric. She wanted more...much more. Caution had now been thrown to the wind, she no longer had control over her actions, the truth be known, she never had.
The red digits on the bedside clock rolled over, late evening becoming early morning, tick, tick, tick.
The feeding frenzy over, they rolled her onto he stomach, her body forming a bent over position. This time it was Bobbie who entered her first, slamming himself hard against her hind end, smack, smack, smack, the flesh of her ass, quivering with every thrust... like the ripples on a pond.
"Oh god... oh... oh... oh jeeze" and "Ohhhhhh... holly shit"
Greg scissored his legs around her head and shoulders, his cock only inches from her mouth. "Mmmmmmm" the sound of Sandra as she sucked and licked the hard shaft of the penis, just presented to her.
Time wasn't standing still, the red digits continued to click over, tick, tick, tick.
The continued changing of the guard or positions, both Greg and Bobbie taking full advantage of this woman who had offered herself to them. The sounds coming from her, told them she was enjoying it as much as they were.
"Oh, ah...oh, ah" "Oh yes...oh yes...oh yes"
Hump, hump... fuck, fuck
Time for one last position before the finale...double penetration. Sandra slowly impaled herself on to Greg's hard shaft. Bobbie placed his body on top of Sandra, and then spreading the cheeks of her ass, slowly but surely pushed inside her. She screamed, as it began to open her up, but with patience and coaxing soon it was all in, together Greg and Bobbie thrust and swayed in sync, Sandra the meat in this sandwich, the recipient of not one, but two large cocks
Perspiration poured from all of them, the heat generated by their action, was immense.
The feeling of warm cum, being shot inside her, brought Sandra back to reality.
"Whoops... sorry honey" Greg's reaction to what he was doing "I just couldn't help it"
"Oh god you bastard, you promised to wear a condom at the end" she screamed at him. Bobbie just continued to hump, he was almost ready to cum, he was not going to be denied his satisfaction, no matter what. Even as Sandra thumped at Greg's chest with her fists, calling him all sorts of names, still he continued, he was almost there... then he exploded, filling her ass full of cum.
There was a subdued silence in contrast to all the action of only a moment ago.
"You bastard" she whimpered one more time, with a futile last thump at his chest. She had no more strength or will left in her.
The trio split apart, sweaty exhausted bodies parted.
Sandra sat with her legs dangling over the side of the bed, head in hands, staring at the floor. Her ass and thighs were wet from cum that was oozing from her.
Greg put a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"I'm sorry Linda, I truly am.... I... I just lost control at the last second" he said, offering her an apology.
"I told you both to wear a condom" she replied, tears welling up in her eyes.
God she thought, what if she were now pregnant, this was going to take some explaining to Mike, even if he had been the cause of to nights orgy with these two guys. Her one remaining savior would be a morning after pill. It would be the first thing she would do, tomorrow, well today actually.
"I've got to go" she said looking at the digits on the clock. Now she worried in case Mike had made it home before her, more explanations as to how she was out until this hour.
She quickly redressed in the cat woman suit. She was vaguely aware of both Greg and Bobbie singing her praises, and how great it had all been. She returned the compliments, smiling and trying to put on a brave face. She had genuinely enjoyed her time with these two guys, it was some of the best sex she'd ever had, but now guilt was catching up with her conscience.
She smiled at them, and again thanked them for a great time. Greg continued to be sorry as he escorted her back to her car. It looked lonely and forlorn, in the middle of a near empty parking lot.
He slipped his arms around her waist, embraced and kissed her passionately.
"Hey look I really am sorry... if I can possibly help in any way, give me a call" he said, handing her his business card.
Darren Caulfield, it said. Business and financial investments.
So Greg was not his real name, no surprises there. Linda wasn't her real name.
"Thanks Greg...er I mean Darren...I'll be fine...just fine, and thanks for a great night"
She slipped the car into drive, and could see Greg/Darren in her mirror, standing watching her leave, as she drove away, one final wave.
The house was empty and quiet, only Smokey the cat, weaving around and between her feet, meowing for food. He was going to be disappointed.
She quickly showered, washing the scent of musk body spray and the smell of male cum from her body. She douched herself thoroughly, not that it mattered now; it would be well past that.
She slid between the sheets, closing her eyes. She fingered her pussy, reliving the events of tonight.
She thought to herself "Well Mike you bastard, its your own fault"
The sound of Mikes key in the latch brought her thoughts back to reality.
He moved silently through the house and crept quietly into the bedroom, not wanting to wake Sandra.
"How considerate" she thought.
He jumped, startled when she asked. "Well how did your night go darling?"
This she had to hear, just what sort of bullshit was he going to tell her.
"How did the party go?" she asked.
"Eh...oh, the party, no never went in the end" he replied.
Lying son of a bitch, she thought.
"Oh yeah, then where did you go all dressed up like that?"
"To dads house"
"You're fathers house...why?"
"Well seeing as you weren't with me I decided to go and join his card school for the night"
"When I got there they all laughed at me, and asked why I was dressed like this... I told them where I was headed but I'd changed my mind and decided to join them... so dad asked if he could go instead. He'd prepared sandwiches for us, and the beer was all cold, so I stayed and gave dad my costume... apparently had a great time, met a real hot chick, screwed her rotten in the back of my SUV, then the randy old sod went back and took another two back to their place and screwed them as well, hence why I'm so late back... sorry honey... did you miss me?
Her blood had turned cold as ice; she had a terrible sickly feeling in her stomach. She thought she was going to be sick.
"Ohhhh shit, what had she done?"
Well she'd made a terrible mistake for one
"Of course I missed you darling...you know I did" She lied.
"Jeeze what's wrong darling... you don't look too good... you alright?"
"Yes... yes of course I'm alright... just a tummy bug" she replied.
The thing was, it could be one hell of a tummy bug.
Lisa Peacock: Author lisapeacock@y7mail.com
