Sunday, 27 November 2011

A Tale of Two Parties

Only a sliver of moonlight aided her
tiptoe search amidst the
wreckage of the party, past an
outstretched leg, a bra (sadly
not hers), cold pizza, empty
cans and no sign of the
friend she had lost.

Unwillingly she’d gone but it seemed quite
chic and staid and unexceptional
until, looking for the loo, she’d heard the
grunts and moans and an
open door and a woman with
two men whilst
another watched.

All she could think of was the
bollocking Becky would have if she didn’t
get her home, but at least she found her
crumpled dress and her
too-high shoes, and then she heard
Becky’s voice—but a Becky she’d
never heard before.

She was as transfixed as the woman
impaled on one cock, sucking another, the third
oiling himself to join the mix and as he
fixed his mortar against her tight pestle the
woman’s eyes shot open,
straight into hers with a look that went
directly to her pussy.

Becky was barely visible in the
scrum of bodies in the skanky bedroom but
she recognised the polish on her
tightly-clenched toes and the
hank of red hair held by the man
vigorously fucking her face from which grunts came that
amounted to Becky’s voice.

The airtight woman kept her eyes on her,
eyes that made her wet so that when her
husband suddenly pressed his
erection against her ass and whispered “She looks
beautiful, doesn’t she?” she knew it was going to be a
long night and his wasn’t the
only cock she’d have.

The hand with the hank of hair
yanked harder as he came but
Becky took it all and when she could speak
muttered “more”, then saw her and
“her next” before another cock
semi-silenced her and a hand reached out which she
didn’t refuse.

She dozed through the dawn drive home, her
body sore and leaking and the
unfamiliar taste of pussy in her
bruised mouth and the knowledge that
nothing would ever be the same
swimming like the semen in her
happy stomach.

The first bus back broke the dawn and
Becky burped a sperm-scented belch as she
slept on her shoulder and she knew that
nothing would ever be the same as she
remembered Becky’s sopping vulva
descending on her face with an
unexpected pleasure, like a
bolt of lightning out of a
clear dawn sky.


  1. And we all had fun..
    Mmm, delicious piece...

  2. Intriguing...never having been a party animal myself you showed the dark side of a rowdy party. I enjoyed it though.