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|story continued from part one|
I paid off the cab driver and hopped into my van. I had to tell Mike
about this - how the ice queen definitely had another side to her.
It was information he would relish, and maybe even act upon. Getting
my cellphone out of the glovebox, I dialled him up.
"Interesting situation we got her into there. She didn't seem
to be too averse to it, either."
Mike was already parked when I got there. He looked puzzled at
me pulling up in the van, no doubt expecting me to emerge from the building
I unlocked the door of the apartment.
I let her mull that over as my hand stroked her cunt. Her breathing
had quickened and her chest was heaving a bit.
I sat again and kept touching Jane's crotch, teasing her with light fingering. Mike went to her side and grabbed a big floppy tit, lifting and pulling it to his mouth. He latched hungrily onto the nipple, holding the massive breast with both hands like a baby with a bottle. Even with both hands there was flesh to spare, spilling over his double grip. Jane turned her head this way and that, but couldn't see who it was. I wonder if you have to be a titty lover to be a good saxophone player? It reminded me of the line from the 'Commitments' movie, where trumpeter Joey 'The Lips' was explaining correct embouchure to his sax-playing sidekick by saying "Imagine that you are sucking on Gina Lollobrigida's nipple".
Anyway, I left him to it and moved to the foot of the bed. I parted her legs as much as her bonds would allow, so I could gaze up at her gash. It was pretty well concealed by her generous bush when her legs were together, but opened like a carpetbag when her legs were spread. She had pubic hair running down her inner thighs as well as on her mound, and presumably was not accustomed to bathing in a bikini. Or maybe she was? I wouldn't mind getting a public eyeful of such lush pussy hair, should I see her at the beach!
Moving up, I got closer to see more clearly, and also got a whiff of the urine she had passed earlier, along with the smell of my stale semen. I didn't care, wasn't going to let some extraneous body fluids put me off playing with such a delicious orifice. I started licking her inner thighs, running my tongue over the cellulite near her buttocks, edging in closer. She was trying to get her legs wider apart to admit me to the place she longed to have stimulated. Meanwhile Mike had grabbed the other tit and was slurping away on it enthusiastically. The other boob lay out flat, the nipple wet and glistening with saliva, and somewhat erect.
I was toying now with her hairy outer lips, and she was straining this
way and that to try and get her clit onto my tongue. I avoided it,
preferring instead to get lots of my own saliva wetting her around her
entrance lower down. I just teased and toyed, not getting too carried
away. I wanted her to cum against my prick, not my tongue.
I got up on my own knees, keeping my body upright, and pressed my cockhead
against her entrance. It slipped in easily, but the angle was difficult
with her legs so close together and I could not go deep. Jane bounced
her hips on the bed to try and get more of me up her, seeming to enjoy
the feelings of having a cock in her mouth and another in her twat.
But it was awkward for me so I withdrew.
Mike slapped his hands down onto her buttocks, making an audible 'smack!', then parted her arsecheeks to see what was in between. He rummaged around with a finger, testing the openings that came to hand and generally having a good fiddle with her genitals. Then he grasped his cock and got ready to fuck her. First, two pillows underneath to raise her bum up a bit. Then he pressed his advantage, heaving to get it in and pulling on her hips to keep himself there. The bed started bouncing wildly, and I did not have to make much movement to get my cock sliding nicely in and out of Jane's red-lipsticked mouth. She maintained a suction that was most pleasant indeed. Mike's pot belly obscured any view I might have had of his thrusting cock, meanwhile he was starting to get a bit red about the face.
We kept this up for about five or ten minutes, me enjoying the sight
and feeling of having my dick gently suckled by this middle-aged patrician
lady, and Mike huffing and puffing as he rammed into her from behind.
He didn't want to come yet though, he had a couple more tricks up his sleeve.
He got off and rolled Jane onto her side, getting alongside her and trying
a frontal approach once more. Lifting up her thigh, he re-inserted
his dick then closed her legs again so that her thighs were clamping him
as he thrusted into her hairy pie. He kissed her on the mouth,and
immediately her tongue was snaking its way around his.
I got up and pulled the drawer open. Among other interesting items,
there was a dildo, a vibrator, a set of handcuffs, birth control pills,
and a tube of KY. Well, well, well! Jane must have been in
the Scouts; it seems she is always prepared!
My head was in, but Christ it was tight! I waited for her bum
to relax a bit more, holding still so as not to provoke further tightening
of her sphincter. Mike wasn't helping much, with all his humping
and bumping from the other side.
This was all very pleasant for the three of us, and we kept at it for
another few minutes. But it didn't allow enough freedom of movement
to bring us to climax, which both Mike and Jane were now wanting quite
desperately. Some good old-fashioned missionary-style banging was
called for. I pulled out again, actually was virtually squirted out by
the tightness of Jane's anus. I got up and meanwhile Mike rolled
her onto her back again. I unlashed her feet and the instant they
were free she pulled them back with knees bent and spread her thighs as
wide as they would go. Mike's bouncing bum was a blur as he
headed into the home straight, and Jane's hips thrashed and heaved as she
got him to bang against the right spot. She was being driven right
into the bed by his physical exertions, which had him huffing and in a
lather of sweat.
A pretty superfluous remark, I thought, but it was entertaining to see her facial contortions, the straining against her bonds and the heaving of her tits as she reached a massive orgasm. Mike's grunting noises and jerky hip movements showed that he was not far behind her, then they both kind of collapsed against the mattress as though they had just crossed the finish line of a running race. Which was all very well for them, but I still had an erection like a flagpole. I nipped quickly into the ensuite bathroom and like a good boy I considerately washed my prick, then went back to see what orifice was available. Mike was sitting up and getting his breath back. Jane was lying in a sexual stupor with legs still widespread. I could see her opened gash amidst its forest of pubic hair, and greyish-white cum leaking from its pick folds. Lets fill her up some more!
I mounted her and my prick practically fell inside, she was so open
and loose. It was much easier now that her legs were untied, as I
could bury myself to the hilt and feel her cervix tickling the underside
of my cockhead. It was pretty sloppy in there, she'd already had
two loads dumped in her within the last hour and she was almost awash.
Jane herself was by now pretty unresponsive, lying there passively and
just letting me use her for my own pleasure. And that was nice.
The thought of banging a box that has just been 'used' has been an old
fantasy of mine. So it took more pumping than usual and left my prick
hurting a bit, but soon I had spoofed into her a second time and made her
insides even sloppier.
I undid the blindfold, but she didn't even open her eyes.
story continues in part three
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