Bar gangbang

[geronimo_appleby]

the usual scenario here's the start, may not get it finished:

ANGELINE PAUSED, one hand hanging in the air as the butterflies of anxiety fluttering in her belly swelled into one big bubble of misgiving. With her fingers inches from the door handle she considered what she was about to do. Now was the moment of truth. There were two options: she could push open the door, or turn and walk away.

Three heads swivelled towards her when she strode purposefully into the bar, their expressions morphing from mild interest at a newcomer’s arrival to varying levels of slack-jawed incredulity. Angeline knew all of them, and they knew her, but they’d never seen her like this.
From behind the bar, Edward, Ted as he was known, was the first to recover. “Angie,” he said, greeting the woman in his nasally, grating scouse. “Don’t see you in here often,” he added with a smile bordering on a leer. Angeline saw his eyes flick down to take in the nearly indecent hemline of her dress. The dress she’d chosen for just that effect. There was also a simple, functional element to her choice of apparel, not that the bug-eyed men were aware of the angst she’d suffered during the two months of deliberation as her plan developed, but she’d chosen the garment with a particular purpose in mind. “Jimmy isn’t in,” Ted continued, his gaze lifting from Angeline’s legs to her breasts.

“I didn’t expect him to be,” Angeline replied. She felt a shiver of anticipation ripple through her body at Ted’s hungry-eyed appreciation of her tits. Braless, her boobs, with the elasticity of Angeline’s twenty-two years, hovered over her ribcage with impressive majesty.
She flushed at the memory of the walk from her flat to the bar. The dress, andher nudity beneath the clinging, fragile membrane, had made her feel so sexy as she’d strutted along the pavement in her improbably heels. The high blue sky had buoyed her ebullient mood, along with thoughts of leaving the town and the promise of adventures ahead when she began her new job. The planning was over, today was the day. With a watering of luck, the seeds of her efforts would flourish. Her spirits had soared at her recklessness. This was demure Angeline parading through the streets in her whore’s attire. In Ted’s bar, they wouldn’t know what hit them! Angeline had exaggerated the swing of her hips as she walked, soaking up the male attention while her unfettered breasts jiggled and bounced. This was what she’d worked so hard in the gym for, had taken the best part of two hours primping and preening for; her sex twitched, juicing with anticipation.

“You’re lookin’ good, girl,” Ted complimented, his eyes still mapping the curves of Angeline’s body. “That Jimmy’s a lucky feller.”

“Cider please, Ted,” Angeline said, ignoring the compliment. “Make it a pint … With ice.” Ted’s eyebrows arched at the uncharacteristic choice of drink, but he held his barman’s tongue and bent to the task. Angeline eyed the clock on the wall next to the row of optics. Timing was crucial to her plan. The bubble of apprehension in her tummy burst as the woman steeled her resolve. The decision had been made when she’d pushed open the door. “Is this stool free?”

A young man, dark-haired and good-looking, chosen especially by Angeline, swallowed heavily, nodding at her from his own stool in front of the bar. “This one is, Ange.”

“Thanks, Dominic,” Angeline purred, treating the flustered man to a bright-toothed smile as she pushed her sunglasses into her hair and eased herself up onto the high support. Her eyes flicked to the clock again. Twenty-five minutes left. “Hello, Connor,” Angeline said to the third man sitting on his stool on the far side of Dominic.

“Angeline,” he curtly replied.

She knew Connor would be the difficult one. His Irish Catholicism would baulk at the immorality of Angeline’s plan. And there he was, a look of distaste on his face, his upper lip curling with disdain but with his eyes moving over every inch of Angeline’s body as he stared at her around his friend’s shoulder.

“Here’s your drink, Angie,” said Ted, placing the glass on the counter. “What brings you in today? Like I said, Jimmy’s not ‘ere.”

“I had to come in and say goodbye to my favourite barman,” the woman said before taking a delicate sip from the unwieldy pint glass.

“Where you going?” asked Connor from his place at the bar, “holiday? Jimmy hasn’t mentioned anything about you two going away.”

“Jimmy doesn’t know,” Angeline murmured. She locked her eyes on Dominic’s. “I’m leaving,” she continued quietly. “For good.” She let the boys absorb that snippet while she sipped at her cider again. Turning her torso towards the two younger men on their stools, she added: “I’ve got a new job and I’m on a train out of here tonight.” Angeline paused and uncrossed her legs. The movement caused the inappropriate dress to ride up her legs; she smirked inwardly when she saw both men glance down at the abundance of thigh she was flashing. Dominic gulped at the sight.

A long silence followed, punctuated by muted street sounds from outside. In the bar, a place that, in the early days, Angeline had loved to visit, time hung suspended.

Initially bemused by Angeline’s unusual mode of dress, Ted, being older than the boys by thirty years, and more worldly wise, was beginning to cotton on. “I’ll be sorry to see you go, Angie.” He paused and met the girl’s eyes when she turned at the sound of his voice. “Especially if you’re gunna dress like that from now on.” He winked and grinned.

Holding the barman’s stare, Angeline replied in a quiet voice: “I’m only wearing this dress the once, Ted. Just for this one … special occasion.”
Ted’s face grew serious. He stared at the girl for a few more seconds. She had to be joking … This wasn’t Angie. Not Angie. Not her … In here … With him? With the <i>three</i> of them? It had to be a wind up. Some kind of elaborate joke. Then he saw the look in the girl’s eyes …“Shall I get Dom to bolt the door?”

“Yes.” Her reply was almost a whisper.

Things moved quickly for Angeline from that point on. Dominic, not quite understanding why, moved to secure the door in from the street after an order from Ted. With Dominic away from his seat, Angeline turned her attention to the doubtful Connor. “What about you, Connor? Do you know why I’m here, dressed like this? Have you realised that it was me who text you. I used Jimmy’s phone. It wasn’t him that wanted you to be here … It was me.”

“But …” Connor’s face grew dark with his troubled mind. “You set this up?”

Angeline nodded. “Yep, I did. I set it up. I’m leaving town. I’m leaving Jimmy. And I’ve got my reasons. You know him; you know what he’s like.” She barked a bitter laugh, turning her attention to Dominic as the bolt above the door snicked home. “You all know what he’s like … It was just me who didn’t. I was fooled by him, by his flash Audi, his smarm and wad of cash. Well I caught him out, and now I want to even the score. Just a little. And I thought you boys might like to help me out.”

Hands came from behind her as Ted leaned over the bar top. Angeline gave a surprised yelp when Ted’s fingers clamped around her breasts. The cry turned to a murmur of approval when Angeline felt the man’s hot breath on the nape of her neck. “I’ve always fuckin’ fancied you, Angie,” Ted muttered close to her ear. “Jimmy’s a bastard. I know that. He’s a fuckin’ idiot for letting you get away. If you want fucking … in my bar … then you’ll get it, at least from me if the other two ain’t up for it.”

Angeline swivelled on her stool. She reached an arm up over her shoulder to pull Ted’s face down to her own. She managed to yank the man’s lips to her own despite their awkward positioning. “Kiss me,” she moaned.

“Ange!” She recognised the shock in Connor’s outburst. “What are you doing?”

“Shut up, Connor.” Dominic responded truculently. He’d secured the door and was now standing next to the bar close to the girl sprawled inelegantly athwart the bar stool. “You heard her. She’s leaving.” He glared a challenge at his friend. “It’s obvious what she wants … And Ted’s already started.” He jutted his chin out towards the couple as they exchanged a slippery, tongue-swirling kiss. “And I’m not going to refuse a lady. If you want to fuck off, then go out the back door. I’m getting some of this.” He laid a trembling hand on Angeline’s leg, high up on her thigh.

“Yes, Dominic,” Angeline panted after breaking away from Ted’s impassioned kiss. Her eyes glittered with excitement. All reticence had been blown away by Ted’s bold move. And now Dom was getting the message too. “Feel my skin. See how smooth my legs are? I took ages getting ready this morning. I wanted to be beautiful for you boys.”

“You’re gorgeous, Ange,” Dominic breathed, his eyes bulging as he watched the girl’s thighs part. “Your skin feels so …” He swallowed heavily, unable to articulate his racing thoughts.

Angeline gave a low chuckle. “How about higher up,” she snickered. “Touch me—” Her words broke off and the girl gasped when Dominic’s fingers found the heat of her sex.

“Shit …” the boy muttered.

“Let’s get your tits out, Angie,” Ted growled crudely and then slid the shoelace thin straps of the dress down over Angeline’s shoulders.
Connor stared at the developing scene of debauchery. He heard Angeline’s sunglasses clatter onto the bar counter as Ted turned her face for another lingering kiss. This time the man’s hands were mauling the naked flesh of Angeline’s breasts. Despite his misgivings, Connor felt his penis thicken with arousal.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

Is this how the story starts or is it taken from the middle or maybe, actually, this would be a good end, a final good-bye. Yeah, I can see this as the end, after a long struggle of tension. What do you think?

It sounds promising. Only, I can't picture Angeline. Show me what she looks like. I need to see her.

And where will you submit it? NonConsent/Reluctance? Is this a Nude Day contest entry?

Gangbang bar scene stories are always good stories to read. We don't get enough of those 'round here (lol).

Good luck with your story. I shall look forward to reading it.

 

[geronimo_appleby]

Is this how the story starts or is it taken from the middle or maybe, actually, this would be a good end, a final good-bye. Yeah, I can see this as the end, after a long struggle of tension. What do you think?

It sounds promising. Only, I can't picture Angeline. Show me what she looks like. I need to see her.

And where will you submit it? NonConsent/Reluctance? Is this a Nude Day contest entry?

Gangbang bar scene stories are always good stories to read. We don't get enough of those 'round here (lol).

Good luck with your story. I shall look forward to reading it.

it was meant to be a short, sharp piece. i can see your point about angeline's appearance; i'll have to drip that in - probably as she's walking to the bar.

thanks, freddie. oops.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

it was meant to be a short, sharp piece. i can see your point about angeline's appearance; i'll have to drip that in - probably as she's walking to the bar.

thanks, freddie. oops.

Gees, to be honest, I'd hate to see this as a short, sharp piece. You've already managed to capture my interest. Now, I'm curious about the back story. I think you'd disapoint the reader, especially me, if you didn't tell us, why she decided to have the gangbang.

By mentioning her boyfriend and carrying him through, a red herring, you already spent the time to build it up and I'd hate to see it be a dud and not explode.

I dunno, but for some reason, maybe 'cause of the name, Angeline, I see her as a good woman, one with wings, who was done wrong and now she wants everyone to pay, maybe by infecting them with (gulp) AIDs.

Sorry, this is your story and I'm already rewriting it (lol). Creativity is sometimes a disease (lol).

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

it was meant to be a short, sharp piece. i can see your point about angeline's appearance; i'll have to drip that in - probably as she's walking to the bar.

thanks, freddie. oops.

By the way, there's no need for an Oops. I don't hide who I am, AndTheEnd, BOSTONFICTIONWRITER, CarBuffStuff, PositiveThinker, WmForrester, and now SuperHeroRalph, that is, until next year, when I'll be someone else (lol).

 

[geronimo_appleby]

Gees, to be honest, I'd hate to see this as a short, sharp piece. You've already managed to capture my interest. Now, I'm curious about the back story. I think you'd disapoint the reader, especially me, if you didn't tell us, why she decided to have the gangbang.

By mentioning her boyfriend and carrying him through, a red herring, you already spent the time to build it up and I'd hate to see it be a dud and not explode.

I dunno, but for some reason, maybe 'cause of the name, Angeline, I see her as a good woman, one with wings, who was done wrong and now she wants everyone to pay, maybe by infecting them with (gulp) AIDs.

Sorry, this is your story and I'm already rewriting it (lol). Creativity is sometimes a disease (lol).

the reasoning comes up at intervals in the narrative.

... i hope.

 

[geronimo_appleby]

By the way, there's no need for an Oops. I don't hide who I am, AndTheEnd, BOSTONFICTIONWRITER, CarBuffStuff, PositiveThinker, WmForrester, and now SuperHeroRalph, that is, until next year, when I'll be someone else (lol).

ah, so pos. thinker uncloaked, eh? i preferred him to BFW - BFW was a pain in the arse!

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

Yeah, I never much liked him either.

Susan of AndTheEnd is wicked nice and SuperHeroRalph is just a sweet dawg.

 

[geronimo_appleby]

pssssssssssssssst, LM!

ANGELINE PAUSED, one hand hanging in the air while the butterflies of anxiety fluttering in her belly swelled into one big bubble of misgiving. With her fingers inches from the door handle she considered what she was about to do. Now was the moment of truth. There were two options: she could push open the door, or turn and walk away.

Three men were present when Angeline strode purposefully into the bar. Two seated at the bar itself, elbows on the counter with, despite the relatively early hour of day, full glasses of beer in front of them. The third man, older than the others, waited attentively at his station behind the pumps. Their heads swivelled towards her, expressions morphing from mild interest at a newcomer’s arrival to varying levels of slack-jawed incredulity. Angeline knew all of them, and they knew her, but they’d never seen her like this.

From behind the bar, Edward, Ted as he was known, a hatchet-faced greyhound of a man, early fifties with a shock of sandy hair and slate-grey eyes, was the first to recover. “Angie,” he said, greeting the woman in his nasal, grating Scouse. “Don’t see you in here often these days,” he added with a smile bordering on a leer. Angeline saw his eyes flick down to take in the nearly indecent hemline of her dress, the dress she’d chosen for just that effect. There was also a simple, functional element to her choice of apparel, not that the bug-eyed men were aware of the angst she’d suffered during the two months of deliberation while her plan developed, but she’d chosen the garment with a particular purpose in mind. “Jimmy isn’t in,” Ted continued, his gaze lifting from Angeline’s legs to her breasts.

“I didn’t expect him to be,” Angeline replied as she glanced around the bar, relieved to see that Dominic and Connor, both dark-haired, mid-twenties, good-looking, and who were gaping like goldfish, were the only patrons in Ted’s bar. Angeline felt a shiver of anticipation ripple through her body at Ted’s hungry-eyed appreciation of her tits. Braless, her boobs, with an elasticity that belied Angeline’s thirty-five years, hovered over her ribcage with impressive majesty. She flushed at the memory of the walk from her flat to the bar. The dress, tight as a lover’s embrace, and her nudity beneath the clinging, fragile membrane, felt so sexy as she’d strutted along the pavement in her improbable heels. Angeline, with her handbag casually slung over her left shoulder, periodically tugged at the hem of the dress as it persisted in its relentless climb to uncover her buttocks. Her sunglasses, huge and reminiscent of a fly’s eyes, covered half her face, lending the woman an air of anonymity; a mask she could hide the real Angeline behind while her tarty alter ego flaunted her wares along the busy street.

The high blue sky had buoyed her ebullient mood. The reckless mission she’d set herself both appalled and excited her; but either way the craziness of the plan, the sheer wild madness of it, thrilled her. What a transition from modest teacher to this wanton animal striding along with apparent, unconcerned confidence. How liberating, Angeline thought to herself. I’m free and I don’t give a shit about anything.

Yes, look at me like that you dowdy prude, she growled in her internal monologue when a pudding of a woman scowled with middle-aged disapproval. Angeline treated the blob to a haughty look of disdain and then, to the man’s beaming surprise, smiled winningly at the woman’s husband. Angeline heard a sharp rebuke from the harridan as she strode past the couple and away. You should get some of this, Angeline thought, chuckling to herself as she imagined inviting the hen-pecked husband to join her in the little soirée she had planned.

“Free,” Angeline muttered, again feeling the surge of anticipation at her new life ahead. The scheming and soul searching was over. Today was the day. With a watering of luck, the seeds of her efforts would flourish. Her spirits had soared at her recklessness. This was demure Angeline parading through the streets in her whore’s attire. In Ted’s bar they wouldn’t know what hit them! Angeline exaggerated the swing of her hips as she walked, soaking up the male attention while her unfettered breasts jiggled and bounced. She hoped she’d achieved the look she had aimed for – well, she was confident enough about the slutty image, but had she pulled off the careless elegance? Her chestnut hair, wavy and shoulder length when let free was piled atop her head and held in place by a long, simple, crocodile’s mouth of a hair clip. She’d applied a minimum of make-up to her pretty, oval face; preferring her natural Mediterranean-esque complexion and full-lipped mouth over a lurid, painted façade. She looked good, she <i>knew</i> she looked good – positively edible, which was she’d taken so much time in the bathroom delicately arranging the coiffure of her pubic bush into the envy of any Brazilian bikini model. This was what she’d worked so hard in the gym for, a slimmed, toned body, achieved from single-minded physical effort. The detail had taken the best part of two hours primping and preening, bathing and oiling; all the while during her delicate preparation that morning, Angeline’s libido had rumbled like a threatening volcano. Her sex twitched as the appointed hour grew close, juicing with anticipation.

“You’re lookin’ good, girl,” Ted complimented, his eyes still mapping the curves of Angeline’s body. “That Jimmy’s a lucky feller.”

“Cider please, Ted,” Angeline said, ignoring the compliment. “Make it a pint … With ice.” Ted’s eyebrows arched at the uncharacteristic choice, but he held his barman’s tongue and bent to the task. Angeline eyed the clock on the wall next to the row of optics, five past midday, twenty-five minutes to go. The bubble of apprehension in her tummy burst as the woman steeled her resolve one final time. The decision had been made when she’d pushed open the door. “Is this stool free?” she asked the man closest to her. Angeline’s decision to arrange the meeting at midday on a Tuesday meant that there was less chance of added numbers in the place. She wanted it cosy. Just the three of them. So far, so good.

Dominic, chosen especially by Angeline for his usually game-for-anything outlook and cheeky charm, swallowed heavily, nodding at her from his own stool in front of the bar. “This one is, Ange. Nobody in here but us.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s early,” he added lamely.

“Thanks, Dominic,” Angeline purred, treating the flustered man to a bright-toothed smile as she pushed her sunglasses into her hair and eased herself up onto the high support. “Hello, Connor,” Angeline said to the third man sitting on his stool at Dominic’s right elbow.

“Angeline,” he curtly replied.

She knew Connor would be the difficult one. His Irish Catholicism would baulk at the immorality of Angeline’s plan. And there he was, a look of distaste on his face, his upper lip curling with disapproval, but with his eyes moving over every inch of Angeline’s body as he stared at her around his friend’s shoulder. She’d chosen Connor in spite of his possible reluctance. His moody good looks put her in mind of Heathcliff, dark and brooding; out of all the men she knew in her circle of friends – her and Jimmy’s friends – Connor was the one she’d actually fantasised over.

“Here’s your drink, Angie,” said Ted, placing the glass on the counter. “What brings you in today? Like I said, Jimmy’s not ‘ere.”

“I had to come in and say goodbye to my favourite barman,” the woman said before taking a delicate sip from the unwieldy pint glass.

“Where you going?” asked Connor with a trace of indignation from his place at the bar. “Holiday? Jimmy hasn’t said anything about you two going away.”

“Jimmy doesn’t know,” Angeline murmured. Her eyes locked on Ted’s. “I’m leaving,” she continued quietly, “for good.” She let the boys absorb that snippet while she sipped at her cider again. Swivelling her torso towards the two younger men on their stools, she added: “I’ve got a new job and I’m on a train out of here tonight.” Angeline paused and uncrossed her legs. The movement caused the inappropriate dress to ride up her legs; she smirked inwardly when she saw both men glance down at the abundance of thigh she was flashing. Dominic gulped at the sight while Connor licked his lips, flustered by Angeline’s odd behaviour and the news that she was leaving.

A long silence followed, punctuated by muted street sounds from outside. In the bar, a place that, in the early days, Angeline had loved to visit, time hung suspended.

Initially bemused by Angeline’s unusual mode of dress, Ted, being older than the boys by thirty years, and more worldly wise, was beginning to cotton on. “I’ll be sorry to see you go, Angie.” He paused and met the woman’s eyes when she turned at the sound of his voice. “Especially if you’re gunna dress like that from now on.” He winked and grinned.

Holding the barman’s stare, Angeline replied in a quiet voice: “I’m only wearing this dress the once, Ted. Just for this one … special occasion.”

Ted’s face grew serious. He studied the woman for a few more seconds. She had to be joking … This wasn’t Angie. Not the Angie he knew. Not her … What was her game? The possibility excited him, but the probability that the woman wanted … that, in here, with him … with the <i>three</i> of them! It had to be a wind-up. Some kind of elaborate joke. Then he saw the look in the woman’s eyes …“Shall I get Dom to bolt the door?” he asked.

“Yes.” Her reply was almost a whisper.

Things moved quickly for Angeline from that point on. Dominic, not quite understanding why, moved to secure the door following a curt order from Ted. With Dominic away from his seat, Angeline turned her attention to the doubtful Connor. “What about you, Connor? Do you know why I’m here, dressed like this? Have you realised that it was me who sent those texts? I used Jimmy’s phone. It wasn’t him that wanted you to be here … It was me.”

“But …” Connor’s face grew dark with his troubled mind. “You set this up?”

Angeline nodded. “Yep, I did. I set it up. I’m leaving town. I’m leaving Jimmy. And I’ve got my reasons. You know him; you know what he’s like.” She barked a bitter laugh, turning her attention to Dominic as the bolt above the door snicked home. “You all know what he’s like … It was just me who didn’t. I was fooled by him, by his flash Audi, his smarm and wad of cash. Well I caught him out, and now I want to even the score. Just a little. And I thought you boys might like to help. If he wanted a slut for a girlfriend … Well then, he only had to ask. I’d have done anything for him … Just so long as he’d been honest.”

Surreptitious hands crept around Angeline’s flank as Ted leaned over the bar top. She gave a surprised yelp when Ted’s fingers clamped around her breasts. The cry turned to a murmur of approval when Angeline felt the man’s hot breath on her neck. “I’ve always fuckin’ fancied you, Angie,” Ted muttered close to her ear. “Jimmy’s a bastard. I know that. He’s a fuckin’ idiot for letting you get away. The only reason I let the wanker in here was ‘cos you brought him in. If you want fucking … in my bar … then you’ll get it, at least from me if the other two ain’t up for it.”

Was it really eight years since Angeline had first brought Jimmy to Ted’s bar? It was one of her favourite places, not much more than a nook in a buzzing row of beachfront shops, hotels, cafes, and bars. She’d found the place by happy accident, immediately drawn by the cosy atmosphere of the long enclosure, with its length of polished, wooden bar top running along the entire left side of the place. Anyone entering from the street had to negotiate three stone steps down to the parquet flooring, whereupon they had a choice of half-a-dozen barstools to perch on, a snug alcove down at the far right-hand corner, or the two-seater sofa and accompanying coffee table. A triumvirate of hand pumps advertising a modest selection of ales were close at hand to the barman’s left, while a ubiquitous array of spirits hung from their frames above the mirrored backdrop behind the bar. Over the years tourists and regulars alike had glued a dizzying munificence of banknotes – small denominations, many obsolete – to the woodwork around Ted’s solitary domain; an interesting monetary diversion that featured monarchs, presidents, and occasional despot, that usually elicited some comment from newcomers. The big screen television, mute and blind on a Tuesday morning, offered sports events at weekends, and the stereo/jukebox held an eclectic mix of 70s rock and punk with a smattering of 80s groove.

Angeline swivelled on her stool. She reached an arm up to pull Ted’s face across to her own. “I know you did, Ted,” she muttered in a low, husky murmur. “I always knew what you thought of me. That’s why I chose this venue for our get together. You wanted me but were too much of a gent to act. Well now’s your chance.” She managed to yank the man’s lips to her own despite the buttress of the bar. “Kiss me,” she moaned.

“Ange!” She recognised the shock in Connor’s outburst. “What are you doing?”

“Shut up, Connor.” Dominic responded truculently. He’d secured the door and was now standing next to the bar close to the woman sprawled inelegantly athwart the bar stool. “You heard her. She’s leaving.” He glared a challenge at his friend. “It’s obvious what she wants … And Ted’s already started.” He jutted his chin out towards the couple as they exchanged a slippery, tongue-swirling kiss. “And I’m not going to refuse a lady. If you want to fuck off, then go out the back door. I’m getting some of this.” He laid a trembling hand on Angeline’s leg, high up on her thigh.

“Yes, Dominic,” Angeline panted after breaking away from Ted’s impassioned kiss. Her eyes glittered with excitement, any lingering reticence blown away by Ted’s bold move. And now Dom was getting the message too. “Feel my skin. See how smooth my legs are? I took ages getting ready this morning. I wanted to be beautiful for you boys.”

“You’re gorgeous, Ange,” Dominic breathed, his eyes bulging as he watched the woman’s thighs part. “Your skin feels so …” He swallowed heavily, unable to articulate his racing thoughts.

Angeline gave a low chuckle. “How about higher up,” she snickered. “Touch me—” Her words broke off and the woman gasped when Dominic’s fingers found the heat of her sex.

“Shit …” the boy muttered.

“Let’s get your tits out, Angie,” Ted growled crudely and then slid the shoelace thin straps of the dress down over Angeline’s shoulders.

Connor stared at the developing scene of debauchery. He heard Angeline’s sunglasses clatter onto the bar counter as Ted turned her face for another lingering kiss. This time the man’s hands were mauling the naked flesh of Angeline’s breasts. Despite his misgivings, Connor felt his penis thicken with arousal. He looked at his friend’s face; he’d known Dominic for most of his life, the times they’d shared together … Connor saw the hunger in his friend’s eyes, lust for the delectable Angeline. But this was different. She was Jimmy’s girlfriend. Despite his disapproval of Jimmy’s duck-and-dive lifestyle and attitude, the man was still a mate. But look at her breasts, he reasoned internally, staring at the heavy globes, sun-tanned and pliant, the areola only slightly darker than the succulent skin surrounding them … Look at her legs; her smooth legs ... Connor groaned at the temptation when he saw Dominic’s hand moving under Angeline’s dress. He imagined how she’d feel under his fingers – Slick and hot. An unbidden image flashed into his mind. In his head Connor imagined the woman splay-legged, with the dress gathered around her waist, exposing her smoothly-shaven mound and generous, swinging tits while she murmured: “Come to me, Connor. Come and lick my pussy.” The vision parted the folds of her labia with the tips of her fingers. Her sex gaped at him in an obscene invitation. Connor could see it bubbling, hot and molten with desire for him as the scarlet maw clenched hungrily for his cock …

Angeline’s voice broke his trance. “Dominic,” Angeline gasped at Connor’s friend, “finger me, Dom … I’m soaking. Feel me. I’m so turned on!”

And then the picture he’d crudely framed in his mind materialised in front of Connor. Angeline, still with Ted’s mouth clamped against her lips, and with his hands squeezing her breasts, squirmed her buttocks on the stool’s cushion so that Dominic could ruck the dress high over her hips. Connor moaned, chewing on his lower lip as he fought the urge to kneel between Angeline’s feet and suck at the pouting slit that was now so shockingly exhibited.

Breaking Ted’s kiss, and freeing her breasts from his insistent massage, Angeline shoved Dominic’s wrist, dislodging his probing digits from between her legs. “Over on the settee,” she cried shrilly, her voice cracking with urgent excitement. She glanced at the clock beyond Ted’s shoulder.

She had twenty minutes. Long enough … If the men could hold out for that long. Angeline slid off the bar stool and, with the dress around her waist – which was why she’d selected the garment in the first place. Easy to get out of, and simple to cover up again – moved with sway-hipped gait to the sofa.

“Are you going to touch me too, Connor?” Angeline asked, her eyes smirking at his tardiness. “If you don’t, I’m sure the other two will be more than happy.” Angeline settled into the two-seater and opened her legs in a lewd display. “Just this once, Connor,” she teased. “For me, do it for me. Give me a going away present.”

“I …” Connor began, before giving a sharp shake of his head.

“Please yer fuckin’ self,” Ted interjected rudely. “I’m havin’ a taste.” He knelt on the parquet floor, forced Angeline’s legs wider apart, and pushed his face at the folds of the woman’s sex with the eagerness of a thirsty Labrador.

“Oh, God,” Angeline blasphemed as Ted’s hot breath wafted across her sex. “Dominic,” the woman called. “Here, in my mouth, put it in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

Dominic had been standing close to the arm of the sofa, adjacent to Angeline’s head, squeezing and massaging his cock through his jeans. In spite of his arousal at the situation he so unexpectedly found himself part of; he was reticent about disrobing in front of the other men. Angeline’s words shattered his restraint. “Shit,” he groaned through gritted teeth when, after unzipping his flies and freeing his erection, Angeline had grabbed at his penis and taken the tip between her lips.

Grasping the root of Dominic’s cock in her fist, Angeline had fumbled at his belt, buttons, and zipper to expose a greater length of the man’s erection before she took a hollow-cheeked, desperate draw, sucking at the purple dome as though she could pull the young man’s semen from his body like a McDonald’s milkshake. She challenged the still immobile Connor with her eyes as she slurped, slobbered and groaned around the mouthful of penis. “You should let me do this to you, Connor,” she goaded after letting the prick fall from her mouth. Taking a long, lascivious lick at the length of Dominic’s erection, she added: “I’m going to suck both these cocks. And they’re going to fuck me too. Both of them. I’ll even lick my own cum off their dicks …” The woman groaned when Ted slid first one, then a second finger inside her body. His tongue kept up a relentless swirling pressure against her clitoris as he curled his fingers into insistent, probing hooks. “Oh, fuck!” Angeline blurted as the pleasurable waves spread over her senses. “This is better than I’d hoped. So much filthier than I thought … One of you, any one of you …Ted …” Angeline was gabbling now. “Please, Ted … Fuck me.”

The clock on the wall, temporarily forgotten by Angeline, would show the oblivious woman that she had a meagre fifteen minutes remaining to meet her self-imposed deadline.

No prudery inhibited Ted. When he heard Angeline’s breathless request, he immediately rose to his feet, kicked off his shoes, and virtually ripped himself out of his jeans. Half-naked, he clambered enthusiastically aboard the settee. He knelt between Angeline’s thighs and, with a groan of delight, lunged forward and buried his cock balls deep. “Shit,” he cursed, grimacing with the pleasure of plundering the erstwhile forbidden Angeline. “I’ve wanted to stick it in you for ages, Angie,” he grunted. “I’ve nearly wanked me bedsprings through the floor thinking about you,” he continued, thrusting vigorously at Angeline’s supine form.

“Just don’t come inside me,” Angeline warned. “Either of you …” She eyed Connor again. “Any of you, if you decide to join the party, Connor, she added. Don’t come inside me,” Angeline repeated. “I want it over my face. OK?”

“Anything you say,” Ted managed to grunt between groans of ecstasy. He hefted himself up into a straight armed position and uttered an obscene oath when he saw Angeline’s meaty labia clinging to his ooze covered shaft.

“I can’t believe this,” muttered Dominic as Angeline’s feet, still in those mental heels, jerked spasmodically in time with Ted’s energetic thrusts. “Ange,” he moaned, “I can’t believe it’s Ange … doing this …”

“It’s me, Dom. It’s really me. Put it back in my mouth. I want to taste you again.” Angeline cursed, reaching for the hair clip that dug into her scalp.

Dominic crouched as the plastic hair grip fell to the floor. He rested his knees against the edge of the cushion and pushed his erection towards the woman on the sofa. He sighed as Angeline’s mouth closed around his girth again. Reaching down, Dominic felt Angeline’s breast. His fingers pulled at the rigid excrescence roughly, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Angeline. Dominic’s hand moved to the other breast, massaging and squeezing Angeline’s pliant flesh. “Great tits, Ange,” he grunted. “I always knew your boobs would be fantastic to play with.”

With a plop, Angeline let Dominic’s penis flop from her lips. “And I knew you’d have a lovely cock,” she replied with glitter-eyed ardour. “I knew you’d get all big and hard for me …” She paused and tilted her head to look at Connor. After a loud groan in response to a particularly deep, penetrative jab from Ted, Angeline again directed her attention at the brooding man. “I asked you to come here too, Connor,” she began, “because I want to see your body. I bet you’ve got a lovely chest … Fuck!” she blurted as Ted plunged harder and faster, “slam me, Ted, fuck it into me, but …” Angeline reminded them, “don’t come inside me. On my face. Remember?”

“Anything you want, doll,” Ted gasped, rolling his eyes while the cords in his neck strained with effort.

“Go on, Connor,” Angeline continued. “Take your clothes off. Show me your body. Show me your chest; I want to see your muscles. Let me look at your big cock …” She winked at the man and reached up for his friend’s erection. “Show me your cock and let me suck it …” She gave a groan as she swirled her tongue around Dominic’s bulging glans. “Let me suck it and then fuck my filthy cunt with it.”

Connor moved in slow motion. The filth and depravity of Angeline’s words were too much. He reached for his belt buckle …

Angeline had ten minutes.

“Now you, Dom,” Angeline ordered when Ted’s grimacing and groaning signalled he was perilously close to the edge. “You take me from behind while I suck Ted’s cock. You cool down, lover boy,” she scolded the older man. “I’ll tell you when it’s time to come.”

“Yeah, Angie, sure,” Ted panted, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “It’s just that … Well, I’ve always fancied you … I never thought I’d get the chance. I didn’t think I <i>had</i> a chance. Not with a lady like you.”

With Ted’s bulk removed from on top of her, Angeline moved to stand. “I’m no lady today, Ted,” she retorted, her voice croaking with lust. “Today I’m your whore; your gangbang groupie.” She settled her knees into the cushions and forced her hips rearwards. “Get behind me, Dom.” Angeline wriggled her hips seductively. “Come on. Stick it in me.”

“Shit yes!” Dominic gleefully acquiesced, grasping Angeline’s waist with one hand while guiding the blunt end of his cock at her opening with the other.

The bar was once again filled with the loud groans, grunted obscenities, and the slurping, squelching fap fap of fucking.

Angeline opened her mouth to take Ted’s goo-smeared penis between her lips. Her sex sluiced with her lust and desire as, for the first time in her life, the woman sucked her juice from a man’s erect member. The thrill of what she was doing, the depravity she’d engineered and unleashed … I love it, she thought, gobbling juicily at Ted’s cock. A glimmer of an idea formed in her mind. This was meant to be a ‘one off’, a deviation from her normal style. I could get to like this, she imagined. Angeline allowed the fantasy to run in her head. Dogging, she thought … Bukkake parties. I could be a bukkake slut. Suck men off in hotels. Strangers … Dozens of them! All showering me in spunk. They could pay me. I could charge them to fuck my mouth and come on my face, my tits …

“Jesus, Angie,” Dominic grunted. “Your cunt’s squeezing me … Oh … Fuck.”

A great sob spat Ted’s erection from Angeline’s mouth. Her fingers clawed at the fabric of the sofa back, while wave upon wave of ecstasy rippled out from the sordid fantasy place in the woman’s spiralling mind. She thrust back against Dominic’s belly, uncaring now if he shot his seed into her cunt, mindless of her plan, uncaring about the time. All she wanted was for the boiling joy to roll on and on; a tsunami wave of pleasure that caused her sex to clench and tighten around Dominic’s penis. Angeline’s nipples thickened and sprouted even tighter while the wash of her lust to squelched from her stuffed opening and dribbled in a viscous tide over the young man’s tight balls.

Pushing the young man away from her body, Angeline tottered towards the bar. She reached for the cider and gulped several draughts. She observed the clock, vaguely aware of the time.

Five minutes remained until her deadline.

She looked back along the narrow length of the bar. The men gawped back at her. With a smirk of satisfaction, Angeline grinned at Connor. “You’re a fine specimen of a man,” she muttered. “What a lovely fucking body you’ve got you magnificent bastard.”

Connor blushed at his nakedness and the compliments. He shrugged. “You only had to ask,” he grinned.

“I’m asking you to fuck me.” Mindful of the time, knowing Jimmy’s punctuality, Angeline pointed to the sofa. “Sit,” she ordered. “Sit there, hold that fat cock up and let me sit on it.” A moment later, after Connor complied and Angeline hovered briefly over the bulbous cock-end, the woman groaned with delight as, facing her lover, she willingly impaled herself on his jutting penis. “Oh God,” she blasphemed into Connor’s face as the brutish erection split her body. “Kiss me, fuck me and squeeze my tits … Oh … Fuck!” Angeline’s mind whirled again at the sensations rippling in concentric circles outwards from her cunt. Meaty slaps from the woman’s buttocks slamming down onto the man’s thighs filled the room. Muttered oaths from Ted and Dominic littered the air as the two men stared, fists pumping along their erections, gaped open-mouthed and bright-eyed at the wild, tight-bodied display of carnal desire on the couch.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Ted cursed. “What a fuckin’ show. Angie … Where the fuck ‘ave you bin ‘idin?”

“Behind Jimmy,” the woman panted, her eyes glazed with desire. “I spent too long in his shadow …Oh fuck,” she sobbed. “I’m fucking him. I’m fucking Connor. Look at his stomach … So tight, so muscled. And his arms!” Angeline leaned low over Connor as he held her waist and, with an intense look of concentration on his face, powered up to meet every energetic downward thrust. The couple kissed. It was a kiss of such emotional intensity that Angeline could only break away, arch her back and, with her tits thrust towards Connor’s mouth, sank into a pit of glutinous, ecstatic orgasm.

Angeline’s cunt squelched and farted obscenely as she came. She moaned and sobbed her delight into the crown of Connor’s blue-black hair while the young man sucked and bit at Angeline’s tight nipples. The man’s fingers spread Angeline’s buttocks while a single, expeditionary digit probed the tight ring of her sphincter.

“Finger my dirty hole,” Angeline urged in panting breaths. “That’s so filthy … My arse … I want to be fucked in my arse …

Angeline’s comment came too late. It wasn’t part of her plan anyway, but she was so aroused by her actions that she’d have gladly let any of the men, or all of them in turn, bugger her.

“I’m going to come,” Connor warned.

The plan slapped Angeline in the face. So close … And it was time! The timing was perfect. “On my face, darling boy,” she squealed as, with a hasty reluctance, she lifted herself off Connor’s already pulsing shaft. Knowing that his eruption was imminent, Angeline, kneeling like a supplicant, took the man’s erection in her fist and pumped it.

“Fuck …” Connor groaned a second before a thick spurt of semen jetted from the eye of his cock.

“Yes!” Angeline shouted triumphantly as the stuff spattered across her cheeks and chin. “Give it to me. All of it. Cover me with come.” A brief memory of her bukkake fantasy speared through Angeline’s sex. There was definitely unfinished business to explore there. Her attention was immediately drawn back to the present however when several further spurts of Connor’s ejaculate rained down onto her breasts.

“I’m coming too,” Ted had the presence of mind to warn. “… Angie …”

“On my tits, Ted,” Angeline instructed, manoeuvring her position to accommodate Ted. “Spunk on my tits, over my face … In my hair!” The exhilaration of her sordid situation was affecting Angeline more than she’d ever imagined.

His whole body jerking, his hand a blur against the shaft of his penis, and with a mighty torrent of obscenity flowing from his mouth, Ted emptied his balls over Angeline’s tanned body. “You cunt …” he muttered, more with release than appellation, as he watched his outpouring spatter onto Angeline.

With her smiling face smeared with slimy gunk, and with thick ropes of the stuff clinging to her dark hair in silvery, shimmering threads of snot, Angeline shuffled on her knees to a position in front of Dominic. “Do it,” she commanded. “Cover me in it, baby. Show me the hot stuff.” Angeline let out a cry of delight when Dominic added his own thick stream to the ooze already sliding over her skin.

Angeline stood on shaking legs. The men, stunned, gaped at the bedraggled, cum-soaked vision. In the post-battlefield silence that followed, all that could be heard was panting breath and the muted street sounds of earlier.

Angeline looked towards the bar. The clock hands bisected the circle exactly. Half-past twelve.

The door rattled in its jamb. There was a pause before a knock at the door startled the bar’s occupants. Then the door vibrated again.

“Ted?” You in there, Ted? Open up, it’s me, Jimmy” A two heartbeat pause. “Angeline? Are you there?” Jimmy knocked again. “Ted?”

Angeline eyed the men. They all looked at the woman, shock registering on their faces. “I’ll get it then shall I?” Her shoes click-clacked across the flooring. With spunk dripping from her chin, she reached for the bolt …

Six months later, reaching for the glass of wine sitting on the low coffee table in front of her, silence greeted Angeline’s revelation. She sipped demurely and eyed her companion over the rim of the glass.

“You didn’t …” The attractive, petite blonde seated opposite Angeline began. “You couldn’t have done that. Surely not. I don’t believe it,” the woman stated emphatically, the Welsh lilt, curbed by her exposure to the rounded vowels of England’s moneyed classes emphasised by her surprise. Nikola lifted her own wine glass from the table and took a heavy swallow.

Angeline shrugged as though it were no concern if the woman believed her or not. “Please yourself, Nikola,” she smirked.

“But … But it’s just so …”

“… Dirty? Filthy? Nasty?” Angeline cut in, grinning at her friend and colleague. “Perverted? Slutty?”

“My God!” Nikola cried, shocked to her sensible core as the realisation sunk in. “You did it, didn’t you?” Gulping at the wine again, the blonde shifted in the deep, comfortable easy chair. “I’d never have the nerve,” she whispered, staring agog at the woman seated in the chair’s twin facing her.

The log fire crackled and spat while the two women regarded each other in silence for a few moments. Half a year had passed since Angeline’s performance in Ted’s bar. In the interval Angeline had quietly begun her new life in an exclusive school in Hertfordshire. Since the lewd, sordid aberration in the bar, she’d reverted back to her accustomed role of dedicated English teacher; quiet, staid Miss Bucella. Mentoring Angeline through the first few unaccustomed days at the academy was Nikola Barrett, a career-minded blonde in her mid-twenties, with a slim, diminutive figure and who had no time, or inclination, for men, kids, or any other distraction that deviated from her single-minded pursuance of a head teacher’s post.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to go through with it,” Angela said, giving a soft shake of her head. As she spoke, her dark hair, almost three inches longer than in the summer, shimmered in the soft, flickering candlelight. Nikola preferred tea-lights and candles to harsh electric lamps. “But I told myself it was a one-off, a kind of revenge against Jimmy,” Angeline continued. “I don’t think Jimmy would’ve been too bothered, not in the long run; he’s far too shallow to let the ignominy get to him.” Angeline shrugged again. “I didn’t think I’d have the nerve to go through with it.”

“But you did,” Nikola said quietly. “And … And while I can’t quite understand it, for what it’s worth, I think you’re brave for doing it.” She smiled at her new friend.

Grateful for Nikola’s understanding, Angeline grinned. “I was nervous as hell going into it,” she said. “All during the planning, which took two months, I wanted to get myself in shape – I wanted to be all toned for the boys,” she added. “If I was going to be naked in front of them … Anyway, all during my planning I kept wondering if I’d actually see it through. Looking back I’m amazed that it actually came off. It was such a flimsy plan. It was crazy to think that Connor would go for it. Ted wasn’t an issue, I knew he’d jump at the chance, and I was confident about Dominic, but Connor … And,” she went on, “what if there’d been anyone else in the bar? I mean it was early in the day, I made sure of that, but if there’d been more men there ...” Angeline barked a laugh, almost spilling her wine. “I would’ve had to fuck them too!” The wine sloshed dangerously close to the rim of the glass again. “Oops, sorry, I think I’m a bit over the top.” She placed the glass down on the table carefully.

Nikola’s eyes narrowed to feline slits. She shifted in her seat once more. “Oh, God, Angel,” she began, using her pet name for Angeline. “Stop it now. You naked in front of three men? The wine’s getting to me too … That’s an image that makes even me, the ‘ice-queen’, a bit hot and bothered.

Embarrassed by Nikola’s apparent knowledge of the uncomplimentary tag, Angeline reddened. “I’ve always found you to be an open book, Nik, you were such a help to me when I first got here.”

“I don’t think I’m as bad as some of them make out,” Nikola said, shrugging. “It’s just the men anyway. Jealous of my talent and ascending star!” She gave a shrug, over-emphasised and smiling to show self-deprecation rather than arrogance. Her wide-eyed, theatrical innocence made Angeline guffaw with mirth.

“I don’t think Josh has the ice-queen impression of you,” Angeline teased, referring to the tanned, muscular games teacher.

“Ah, now <i>he’s</i> a different matter entirely,” Nikola admitted. “Imaging being in a rugby scrum with <i>him</i>! More wine?”

“Why not,” Angeline agreed, reaching for the glass and holding it aloft for Nikola to refill. “It’s Saturday tomorrow. A day of easy indolence I think. Bugger the hangover. Cheers.”

“Cheers,” Nikola repeated. The women chinked glasses. “Well,” Nikola began after settling back into her seat. “Now that you’ve got me interested, tell what happened next. As I recall you’d fucked three men, were covered in …” Nikola chewed on the unaccustomed word “… spunk, and were about to confront the errant boyfriend.”

“Oh, God, I’m mortified. It sounds so … depraved when you put it so bluntly.” Angeline covered her face with her hands. Peeping between splayed fingers she eyed her colleague. “Too much wine and such a calm setting …” She indicated the living room of the cottage with a sweep of her arm. “… The candles, the fire … It’s all so cosy. Sorry I blabbed my sordid little secret to you, Nikola.”

“Don’t be silly,” the younger woman soothed. “I’m rather flattered that you relaxed enough to reveal it. I had an inkling there was something in your past, but I didn’t like to pry.” she sipped at her sauvignon-blanc. “So,” she urged gently, “what happened next?”

“Well,” she began …

Looking back over her shoulder, Angeline shot back the bolt and pulled open the door.

“About fuckin’ time—” an irate Jimmy began. “What the fuckin’—”

“You missed the party, Jimmy,” Angeline smirked, cocking her hip to one side and striking a pose. “I know you like your little parties …” She scooped up a dribble of ejaculate from her chin. “… I found the hard drive with the films on. It looked like fun, so I decided I have a go.”

Jimmy gaped in slack-jawed amazement at his – soon to be former – girlfriend as she stood there grinning at him, with her dress bunched around her waist, big, cum-smeared tits swaying, and with garlands of goo hanging from her hair and decorating the upper slopes of her breasts. “What the fuck—?”

“Fuck off, Jimmy,” Angeline snarled. “If you wanted to go to those parties, you should’ve taken me too. You only had to ask!” Slamming the door in the man’s face, Angeline turned to the three men. “I’m out of here, Ted.” She grabbed her bag from the bar. “Thanks for the fun, boys. I’ll remember it always.”

“Come back anytime, Angie,” Ted grinned at her, waving.

“Free,” Angeline said aloud as, still in her stacker shoes, and after lifting the dress up over her breasts and pulling the insufficient hem down over her thighs, she set off along the back lanes of the town towards a shower and change of clothes waiting for her in a friend’s flat.

Eight hours later she arrived in a new town, to a new job, and a new life. The next day, the first exciting day in her new school, she met Nikola Barrett.

In her rented cottage, a tiny, rustic dwelling of thick, ancient walls and handful of ghosts, in front of the fire, with an icy November night closing in, Nikola mused: “Three men,” she murmured. “I wish I had the guts,” she added, wistfully.

“It was great,” Angeline responded. “And …” She paused, unsure, she shouldn’t have let the story come out in the first place. It was a huge indiscretion. Perhaps now was the time to stop talking?

“And what?”

“Oh, shit … I shouldn’t be blurting like this …”

“You can’t stop there! And I won’t tell a soul, I promise.”

Angeline sighed. “Fuck it. OK … What I was about to say was … That, when we were doing it … When I had the three of them all big and hard and all crazy for me, I … Well … I had a thought that why should it be a one-off? I kind of thought I’d like to do it again. Have a group of men all … aroused and hot for me. It was such a turn-on. And more than just sexually, although I was dripping … It was the power I had. That might sound weird, since they could have done anything they wanted to me if it had gotten out of control. I mean, if I’d changed my mind mid-scene … They could’ve done anything to me.

“But … Somehow … I knew they’d be gentlemen; or something as close as they could get to being gents with their cocks in my mouth and fanny.” Angeline grinned with bright-eyed intensity at her friend. “But I had a power … I controlled what was going on. And I had a thought about doing it again. Like in the movie files on Jimmy’s hard drive. Those girls, being paid to suck cocks, half-a-dozen or even more at a sitting …? And then have the men spunk all over them!” Angeline squirmed in her chair. “I’m getting all sexed up thinking about it,” she finished.

“Don’t stop,” Nikola urged.

Angeline heard the catch in her friend’s voice. “What? You want me to keep on telling you? … About what I thought about doing?”

“Yes,” Nikola replied, her voice a whisper. “I want you to tell me about … the filthy stuff. I’m enjoying it. I feel …”

“Oh, fuck … Nikola,” Angeline groaned. “Do you …? Do you feel as …?

“I think …”

The two women stared at each other. A long moment stretched. The fire crackled and flickered, the candles added their warmth to the scene. The Corrs warbled unobtrusively in the background while the quickening, icy wind whispered around the gables of the old building, its breath licking and probing for cracks in the masonry of the upper storey. Thwarted in its attempts to gain entry into the cottage, the gust of wintry air howled away through the trees that surrounded Nikola’s secluded hideaway. Moaning hollowly as it wound between the gnarled boughs.

Inside, oblivious to the cold night beyond the thick walls, Angeline spoke. “I wondered what it would be like to go to a hotel, dressed like I was for the day in Ted’s bar, and just meet random strangers and let them … Use me.” A tiny whimper popped from Nikola as she stared, wide-eyed, lips parted and glistening from where she’d slid the tip of her tongue a moment earlier. “They don’t have to be gorgeous or anything,” Angeline continued in a narcotic monotone. “They don’t have to be young and beautiful. All they have to have is a hard cock.” Breathing through her nose as her arousal flared, Angeline reached for the wine. “… A hard cock … Thick and stiff, with huge hanging balls ...” She drank from the glass. “I’d suck them one by one. Wanking them as I slurped and dribbled over their erections.”

“Angel …” Nikola murmured. “That’s so filthy … I love it.” The blonde’s face was flushed with the high colour of her arousal. Her breath came in pants. “Shall we … Shall we both close our eyes while you talk?”

A bemused Angeline cocked her head to one side quizzically. Then the penny dropped. “We could close our eyes,” she agreed, “if you’d feel more comfortable that way.”

“I think I would,” Nikola murmured, settling back into her chair.

When she saw Nikola’s long lashes settle on her cheeks, Angeline closed her own eyes and continued. “I see myself dressed in lingerie too. Something the men could really appreciate. Slutty red shoes, dark stockings and suspender belt, with some kind of basque … with my tits spilling over the top …” She heard a groan from the depths of Nikola’s chair. Angeline opened her eyes a crack. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw that Nikola had hiked her skirt high around her hips. She could see the movement of Nikola’s fingers against her sex where the white cotton gusset of the blonde’s underwear squirmed and wriggled like there was some small animal struggling against confinement. “Would you like that, Nikola?” Angeline questioned, still in the hypnotic tone, as she opened her eyes fully, unbuttoned her jeans and, as quietly and surreptitiously as she could manage, slid the denim over her thighs.

“Your breasts,” Nikola moaned wistfully. “Yes … Go on … Tell me more …”

With her jeans ruched as far down her shins as possible, Angeline lifted her heels onto the seat cushion, close to her buttocks. Then, in that awkward, ungainly position, with her knees splayed, she hauled the centre of her underwear unceremoniously to one side with one hand. As the fingers of her other hand found the swollen lips of her sex, she continued. “My big tits spilling out of the corset … My nipples long and thick, aching to be sucked …” Angeline bit down on the moan that threatened to burst from her chest as her index finger slid over the slippery outgrowth of her clitoris. “Think of how the boys would be wanking, Nikola. I’d have them all big and stiff and clamouring to get at me.”

“Oh no, oh no, Angel,” Nikola whimpered. “You’re so dirty. How do you think this up? It’s so bad, so wrong … So deliciously sordid.”

“I was thinking,” Angeline went on softly. “That perhaps, just perhaps, that the gorgeous Josh could be present at one of these little spunky soirees I’m imagining. I see him sporting a huge-cocked hard-on, thick and obscenely veined, a frightening cudgel of a penis with a huge, bulbous head that I’d struggle to get my mouth around.”

“Angel, no … Oh, God, no … I’m so … I can’t help it, Angel, I’ve got to touch myself …”

“I know,” Angeline replied. “I know your touching your filthy little hole now.

Nikola’s eyes flew open. She gaped at her friend, who stood mere inches away, her eyes shining with lust. “Angel!” she cried. “I—”

“Keep fingering yourself, Nikola,” Angeline cooed. “Look at me, I’m playing with myself. I’m fingering my stiff clitoris while I talk to you. Just relax and let me speak.” Having stood and shuffled as close to Nikola’s chair as she could manage, Angeline kept up her obscene litany. “It’s OK. I understand how you feel. I feel it too. My cunt …”

The blonde gasped at the obscenity that dripped from her friend’s lips. Her fingers swirled around her sex.

“… My cunt’s itching,” Angeline whispered. “I bet yours is on fire too.” Nikola swallowed, grunted, and nodded. Settling onto her knees, Angeline asked her friend: “Would you like someone to lick your pussy, Nikola? Would you like someone to lick your little kitty and make it purr?”

With her face a mask of anxiety, Nikola nodded her head again. “I wish someone would lick me,” she panted.

“Would you like me to?”

Nikola sighed her consent, even as she was lifting her hips to slide her underwear clear of her body. “That word,” she mumbled, “it’s so wicked …I can’t bring myself to use it, but please, lick me there …”

What the hell’s happening to me? Angeline thought as she dipped her tongue into the gooey opening. “I’ve never done this before,” she muttered. Then she tasted Nikola’s juices for the first time. She was sure this wouldn’t be the last occasion she’d be licking Nikola’s sex. Just as she was sure that, in one orgasm’s time, Nikola would be lapping at Angeline’s twitching opening.



Two: ?

ANGELINE WOKE TO THE THROB of the central heating boiler thrumming to life. Confused and disorientated, and with the prophesised hangover threatening to crack her skull like an egg shell, she peered out into the darkness.

“Where—?” she began, and then remembered. “Oh shit …”

Someone next to her in the bed stirred. “Oh no … My head …” came a voice in the dark. Angeline felt a hand on her body, pressing against her naked skin. “Angeline?” Nikola mumbled, caught between sleep and wakeful. “What have we done, Angel?”

“I can think of a few words for what we did last night, Nik. The question is – how do you feel?”

“As though I’ve been hit with a cricket bat,” came the lilting reply. “And I could drink a gallon of water.” The woman groaned at her plight.

“I meant about … Us. What we did. How do you feel about it?”

The silence stretched. Angeline’s eyes grew accustomed to the dimness of the room. She recollected a few details now she’d woken fully. There was the narrow staircase with bumpy wallpaper over the uneven stones of the cottage walls that led up to the second level of the cottage. Nikola’s room, Angeline vaguely recalled, was straight ahead across the landing. There had been a door to the right, the toilet and bathroom, with another door to the left; which led, presumably, to a second bedroom. There wasn’t much more space in the old place for much more. In Nikola’s private boudoir, Angeline remembered a simple, wooden chest of drawers, a couple of photos on top, with a Monet print on the wall opposite the bed. The bed itself had taken up most of the available room; a king-size affair with a thick, down-filled quilt decorating the bed like an enormous layer of cake icing. She recollected falling onto the bed in a fit of giggles before things got very serious physically.

Eventually Nikola spoke: “I feel fine.” The fingers resting on Angeline’s thigh squeezed that soft flesh. “I’ve a confession to make,” Nikola added. Another pause grew. “I’m not as innocent as I make out. I mean,” she added hurriedly, “I’m not a raving lesbo or anything, but I’ve had … encounters with women in the past. You’re not my first.”

Angeline filtered this information through a sieve of an aching head. “You little trollop,” she whispered finally. “And you just let me …”

Nikola giggled. “I didn’t set out to do anything. When I invited you to dinner I didn’t know we’d end up … you know …”

“What time is it?” Angeline asked, abruptly changing the subject.

“The heating and hot water come on at eight on a Saturday. So it’s a little after.” The bed heaved with Nikola’s movements. The hand lifted from Angeline’s thigh. A draught of cold air filtered under the duvet as Nikola left the bed. Angeline watched the indistinct shadow move across the room to the window.

Standing silhouetted against the dull grey light that filtered through windows opaque with rime, Nikola stretched her arms above her head. Angeline, despite the hangover, studied the shape of Nikola’s body as the woman turned, arms still upstretched, to a three-quarter profile outlined against the window. “You’ve got a lovely figure, Nikola,” she croaked. “You’re so … tiny ... and so superbly formed …” Blood roared in the older woman’s ears as desire for her sylphlike friend spread like warm treacle through her veins. Heat flared hot and insistent between Angeline’s legs and, despite her breath puffing in the cold air, she flung back the covers and padded to where Nikola stood. “Look at me,” she whispered. Nikola turned her snub-nosed face towards her friend. Staring into Nikola’s wide, blue eyes, Angeline had time to notice the blonde’s nipples standing pert and erect, in the centre of the tiny coins of areola. “I want to do it again,” she muttered. “I want you again. Now.”

The women embraced, their mouths meeting, both uncaring about oral hygiene and the residue of the previous night’s debauchery. Angeline slid her hands down along Nikola’s slender back, her palms kneading and squeezing the blonde’s taut buttocks. The kiss lengthened and grew ever more urgent as their tongues slithered and slid around and around, with both women moaning softly into the other’s mouth. Nikola’s hands moved to Angeline’s breasts. Breaking the kiss, her mouth followed her fingers to Angeline’s thick nipples. A great groan burst from the older woman’s chest as she threw her head back and grunted at the ceiling.

“The bed,” Nikola urged. “We’ll be warmer in bed.” Holding tightly to Angeline’s hand she turned and virtually skipped across the room in her urgency to kiss her lover again. “Tell me filthy things again, Angel. Tell me about fucking and dogging and all that stuff while I lick you. Please!”

“I think,” Angeline began after settling against the pillows she’d propped against the bedhead. “That, in the summer, we should take a trip down to the coast. I’ll take you to Ted’s bar and we’ll see if the boys will take us both on.” She looked down at the woman lying between her widespread thighs. “If I’d known we’d end up doing this, I would’ve trimmed the jungle,” she grinned.

“I don’t care,” Nikola purred and, resting on her elbows, slid her index finger through the matted tangle of Angeline’s pubic bush, eliciting a murmur of approval as her finger slid over Angeline’s clitoris. After a serious-faced study of the Angeline’s sex, Nikola smiled and, with a lewd, theatrical wink, keeping her gaze locked on her lover’s, she flicked the tip of her tongue lightly over the slick, pink nub.

Angeline hissed, closing her eyes and squeezing her breasts. Nikola dabbed her tongue against the erect flesh again. “Yes,” Angeline groaned. “Do it to me, Nikola. I love it. Lick me.”

“Do you think the boys will like me?” Nikola asked as she used her thumb against Angeline’s body.

“Fuck yes. Are you crazy? They’ll love you. You’re gorgeous … You’re pretty, you’ve got a lovely body … I love your arse … So taut and round … Oh, shit,” Angeline grunted while Nikola probed a finger deep into her dribbling opening. “Finger me … Lick me, finger me … Do it all!” The woman gabbled away with increasing hysteria when the blonde assaulted her sex. They’ll fuck me while you watch,” she continued, the torrent of lewd description bubbling from her mouth in breathless, staccato gasps. “I want … To watch your face while … Oh, shit … Connor jabs his thick cock into your cunt. You should see … Oh yes, lick me there, right there … You should see his tight body, Nikola … His stomach, so ribbed and rigid …” A thought suddenly occurred to Angeline. “Josh!” she cried. “I bet Josh has a stomach like Connor’s. Oh God, Nikola, we should seduce Josh. Have him fuck us both. Then I could watch your face as he sticks his thing into you. I’d love to see his cock split your cunt—”

A frenzied Angeline pushed her friend’s head away from between her legs. With a wild-eyed, dangerous look of unbridled lust twisting her face into a snarl, she yanked at Nikola’s shoulders in an effort to kiss the blonde. After a short, urgent tussle, Angeline succeeded in hauling Nikola up the bed so that their mouths met. Sucking at Nikola’s tongue, and with her fingers busy against her mushy labia, Angeline grunted a loud and long climax.

“The things you say,” Nikola said quietly as she lay on her side, squeezed tight up against Angeline’s flank while one hand traced random, indolent patterns against the skin of Angeline’s breasts and stomach. The two women shared the cosy nest of the ruined bed, uncovered in the now warmed bedroom. “The dirty talk makes me so … hot.” Her fingers kept up their dainty meanderings against Angeline’s body. The older woman wriggled every now and again in response. “Were you serious?” Nikola asked.

“About what?” Angeline replied vaguely, almost lulled to a post-orgasm slumber by Nikola’s light tracing.

“Josh. Seducing Josh. Both of us … With him.”

Angeline groaned in pain when her sudden turning to face Nikola reminded her of her hungover state. “I don’t know. Are you serious? Would you like to do it?”

The blue eyes stared into Angeline’s green ones. Nikola blinked several times. “I … Well, the idea of it makes me squirm.” She planted a wet kiss on her lover’s mouth. “And the way you describe it. The way you said you’d look at my face while he … While he split my cunt.”

Angeline chuckled when her friend blushed at the obscenity. “I’d adore watching you get fucked by him.” She studied Nikola’s face intently and continued. “I’d love to pull his dripping cock out of you … And then suck your goo off the shaft.”

“Kiss me,” Nikola sighed and closed her eyes. “Kiss me and love me gently. Lick my body all over …”

Angeline caressed the blonde’s skin with her lips. She traced a line with the tip of her tongue from the hollow of her friend’s throat, down between the petite buttresses of her breasts, with a small detour to each nipple which she gently scraped at with her teeth and caused the younger woman to give a deep-throated groan of approval before she licked a trail over the soft belly and down into the folds of Nikola’s vulva. After nuzzling tenderly at that sodden place, she covered Nikola’s thighs in soft butterfly kisses, before returning her oral attention the pouting, scarlet opening. Several minutes of this tender consideration had Nikola clawing at the bed while she panted and moaned her delight into the ever lightening bedroom.

“Come for me, baby,” Angeline cooed as she gently curled two fingers into Nikola’s vibrating body. With her fingers squirming insistently inside the blonde, Angeline manoeuvred her body along Nikola’s flank. “Come for me, sweet girl,” she sighed and gently kissed Nikola’s mouth.

Angeline eventually went home on Sunday evening. As she ironed her clothes in preparation for a Monday at school, she smirked at the fate that awaited the games teacher.