Lady Lovecome’s Diary: Part 6.
Garden Fantasies Abound.
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Was it better that Bill pretended he was fucking me, or did that just make the betrayal sweeter for him, and more bitter for me; underlining what I couldn't have? And the pain of watching, fuck. It was mouth-watering. Delectable. The kind of throb one can't help but pick at and tease.
And still Gabrielle stared. A smile spread across her lips. Then her eyelids drooped and she ground to a halt. She gasped. "Yes!"
I filled my void with my own sad fingers, clamped my mouth shut and pretended Gabrielle's cries of ecstasy were my own, even though I couldn't come.
Bill ploughed on, grunting with each deep dig as Gabrielle quaked on his cock. Were those grunts the effort of shoving, or of holding back his orgasm?
I wanted him to come in her, to fill her like this morning, to overflowing, but the thought also emptied me.
Enough.
I found myself standing beside them, one hand on Gabrielle's wobbling buttock, the other on Bill's driving hips, trying to prize them apart.
They were so lost in each other they didn't seem to care I'd discovered them. I think they even thought I was trying to get a better look. Gabrielle raised a leg, digging her toes into the shaggy tree bark, tilting her hips toward me. Her cunt looked impossibly stretched around Bill's thick, glistening rod. Judging by her dopey smile and blissed out gaze this caused me more pain than her.
Bill took my hand. "I'm coming, Madam."
Had he gone mad? Was he my torturer now, too? I wriggled my hand free of him. "You are not!"
"B-but Madam." He looked like he might weep.
"Bill, please."
He slid out, and staggered back, clasping his cock like an unexploded rocket; so hard, his cockhead bulged like a beef heart from his fist.
"Oh Oui!" Gabrielle flipped round and dropped to her knees in front of him. "Explode for me."
"No, Bill!"
Bill twitched a few times as if in pain. Then took a deep breath and let himself go.
Gabrielle cursed and lunged at his cock, but I yanked her hair. She spun and cat-hissed.
Only then did Bill seem to notice my wet cheeks. He reached out to me. "Oh, Madam." His erection, aroused by Gabrielle, not me, seemed alien and dangerous. I stepped away from him. His cock flagged.
"I thought this is what you wanted?" He reached for me again. I flinched.
"Why would you ever think that?"
Bill blinked at Gabrielle, expecting her to answer, I suppose. But she avoided his eye, shaking her head and wrapping a towel around herself.
Bill picked up another towel. "Gabrielle said you wanted; you know;” He held it open to me. "To watch."
My body was on autopilot while my head spun somersaults. I shrugged off my damp clothes and stepped into Bill's cottony embrace. Gabrielle's eyes danced over my nudity. Her foot twisted at the ankle and she bit her lip. Did she ever get enough?
"I never said I wanted to watch you fuck." I lolled against him, still avoiding his troublesome half-mast cock. His hands were comforting and enlivening at the same time.
"And yet, here you are? Peeping?" Gabrielle tilted her head, regarding us like her private show.
"Well, yes. This time," I said. "I caught you. But not earlier, when you fucked on the kitchen table. That wasn't for my benefit."
Bill's rubbing faltered. "You weren't watching that?" He turned dark eyes on Gabrielle. "You said she was watching us."
Gabrielle shrugged coquettishly. "Oops."
His hands wrapped around my front and fluffed at my tits. "I would never have indulged her, Madam, if I; "
"I know, Bill." I nestled my ass against his cock. Hard again, this time from me. I raised a finger to my torturer, to tell her to go, when Bill's fluffing moved to my worked-up pussy lips and suddenly I didn't care what she did.
She dropped to her knees, I thought to get a better view of us, but she was; begging? "I am so sorry, Bash. Bill." She lowered her head, spoke quietly to her knees. "It is just; sex with you, with the two of you, it is like a drug for me. I have never felt so; " She searched for the word. Gave up. She looked up. "You two, together, you are like the perfect sex animal. As soon as I have you I want you again. Bill, this morning when I lied to you, I was lying to myself. From guilt. I wanted my delicious Bash there, to enjoy us enjoying each other. I imagined her aroused by watching you fuck me, and wanted you to imagine it too. Is this wrong?" She addressed Bill's hands between my legs, crawling toward them as if hypnotized. She looked like she was stalking us.
"And when you lied to me just now?" He spoke quietly, into my neck, hardly even addressing her. He tossed the towel and let his bare hands play with my bare tits instead, teasing my nipples to bullets with rough palms. My knees wobbled. My thigh tops chilled in a breeze.
Not a breeze. Gabrielle's sigh as she knelt at our feet. "I didn't lie. I knew she would watch us. She finds it too horny. Regardez." With feline speed, she lapped up the arousal treadling down my thigh, and jumped to her feet, pushing her mouth to Bill's.
"Umm!" He flustered, then calmed. "Hmm;”
She stepped away. He swallowed, then chuckled and kissed under my earlobe.
"Merde. See! Look at you! How wet you are for him. And how your taste hardens him. How can I resist this?" She unwrapped the towel. "I'm only human."
Bill's cock nudged at my bottom. He pulled back, probed his bulging cockhead under my ass, between my thighs. "I'm going to fuck you now, Madam."
I melted. My cunny actually clasped with salivating longing. But I crossed my feet and locked my knees, and wished I didn't have such a big gap between my thighs. (Gabrielle keeps telling me that big bottoms and a wide thigh gap drive men crazy, but I keep reminding her: I'm not a man.) "Bill, it's not safe."
"I don't care." His fingertips brushed my clit hood, opened my lips. "I'd rather risk being shot in the head than upset you again."
"Fuck-sake." Gabrielle sent her hands between opened knees.
I was so wet, his cock slid effortlessly under my ass, between my inner thigs. We both caught a breath. "I won't let you endanger yourself." I rode his thick meat like a broomstick, arching until my clit rubbed on his perfect wood.
"Please, Madam." He angled his lunges, trying to slip into me.
"No, Bill." I moved away, still enjoying his hot hardness sliding on my clit.
Gabrielle peered as his end protruded a good fist's length from between my thighs. "Fuck."
"You." I snapped. "Be my cunt."
She immediately opened her mouth over his end as it poked from my thighs, licking my clit on his backstrokes and humming at everything that entered her gob.
Bill's hips shook.
I whimpered as he worked my clit with a gorgeously indirect power. My empty, squeezing hole drooled over our join, and Gabrielle received us both on her eager (guilty?) tongue, fellating her perfect sex animal.
We swore; all of us I think; and Bill's torso stiffened against my back. I reached behind his arse and pulled him harder to me. He wrapped arms about me and hefted until my toes left the floor. I gyrated on him, flexed my thighs, possessed with odd image of sliding down an infinite, lubed banister. Gabrielle added her unique slobbery gobble, her fingers flapping between her spread knees.
It occurred to me dizzily to push her away before she was covered in cum, not to protect her from it but because she'd love it and that stuff was still mine. But it was too late. Bill and I always come together, and as my orgasm fountained and his cock tensed, he muttered, "M-Madam;” And rapture drowned me.
I grasped Gabrielle's shoulders. She strained to keep her mouth in place, the pad of her tongue under his end. His cock bucked at my clit, pressed so hard it felt like he was part of me and I was coming like a man. A white rope from shot from between my legs, all over Gabrielle's top lip and tongue. Then another and another. My orgasm hit me like a slippery juggernaut, ramming into my back. Or was that Bill? My cunt exploded with him, bursting me with bliss, then showering Gabrielle in bliss made liquid. With silent intent, she lapped and sucked as if to steal our pleasure, but her silky licks only drew more out and stole our breath instead. Bill thrust behind me like a jet pack for my own sex. I felt turbo charged, doubled-up.
"Oh oui," Gabrielle said hollowly, her tongue shockingly white. "Oui."
Bill lowered me back to the ground, and I stamped my foot. "Bitch!"
Gabrielle shone huge eyes up at me, smirking as she made a show of rolling my man's semen about her cheating gob. She even stood up so I could see better! I kicked her shin. She sniggered.
What was she playing at? "I told you, his; "
She pressed her messy lips to mine, then her tongue. Just as she did for him, she did for me, passing on my love's; love. Bill's blood warm, oystery flavor filled my mouth, slickly stirred by my best friend's adoring kiss. An orgasmic aftershock sent a wave of tingles across my skin and I whimpered and kissed her back greedily. Bill "oofed" behind me, like he'd been punched, but then I suppose he was treated to quite a sight: us wanton harlots kissing his cum between us!
Gabrielle sighed, eking out her kiss, cupping my cheeks and seeking Bill in my mouth to pass him back to me again. I didn't mind, each pervy slurp twisted my insides, but then I became aware of her slinking in my arms. As if she was dancing. And Bill, even though he'd come, was still rock hard between my legs, and pushing. I thought this was because of our hardcore heavy petting, but his arms, which had been wrapped about me, encompassed us both now to clutch Gabrielle's bottom. Meanwhile, Gabrielle pulled at his ass behind me, squishing me tight between them.
I swallowed our salty kiss, and my lover's essence slid down to my belly along with a lascivious trickle of realization. Bill was fucking us both.
Well, our clits anyway, sliding along mine to nudge his end to Gabrielle's as she rolled her hips to meet him. This made me laugh, or maybe it was more aftershocks making me giddy, but again my chest (and cunt) puffed in pride that my Bill was endowed enough to please us both like this.
With my back pressed to Bill's front, it was easy to imagine being Gabrielle's perfect sex beast. We kissed her with two mouths, squeezed her arse with four hands. I brushed stiff-nippled, pillowy tits to hers, while Bill teased her clit with steel that I oiled; a key if you like, inserted and winding us all up again!
Diary, it had been the best and worst of days, but now that I was trapped in this hard-soft love-lust sandwich, my world was complete; conjoined with my lovely man to give my best friend the sex of her life. And better than that, he joined her to please me, and then she and I to please him! I had gone through the bitter side of sharing a lover, and this side was all treacle.
Bill's relentless rod on our pussies was like a baton orchestrating our kissing and stroking. All echoes and contrasts. Silky-chinned kisses were followed by bristles. Great leathery paws followed by small, gentle claws. Gabrielle's ass rolled under my needy kneading, squeezed firmer by Bill covering my hands with his before following in the wake of my caresses up her sinuous back, then over her tits.
Bill stood beside us, clearly still enjoying our kissing, judging by the ever-ready cock he slid between our bellies. He stroked us from neck to bottom, which though performed calmly, left a glittering wake of horniness behind each caress.
I can never get enough of Gabrielle's kiss (sorry Bill). It's so yielding, yet exquisitely needy like a pussy that loves you back. It's doubly sexy when she tastes of Bill, so he can at least take comfort from that! And of course a kiss is always enlivened when your man curls his hand under your bum to squish your cunny. And your lover's cunny too.
We all but twerked on his deft fingers, sniggering into our kiss, catching our breaths as he slid thumbs into us while working our clits like little triggers. We tugged on his meat and bit his pecs but Gabrielle needed more, swiveling to face him, squeezing his bulges and turning her perfect kiss on him. Her back snaked along my front, and the contrast of her sleekness against his caveman bulk will haunt my erotic dreams forever. I stroked her tits, cupping them to Bill's kisses, while he slipped open her labia to my finger-tips and, as I dropped little bites over her back and bottom to kneel between their legs, he spread her wide to my tongue.
She curled a leg around his waist and her pussy nudged at his cock and my mouth like; well like the indecisive, hungry cat it was. Her juices looped from thigh to slavering hole, and she squirmed to get his end lodged inside. I teased her with his taut bulb, nudging it at her opening until she tried to impale herself on it, then pulling him out and sucking him instead. Fun for all. I especially enjoyed Bill and Gabrielle's curses. They could fuck, but at my pleasure. Not theirs.
Rain rattled the glass above us and flares of sunlight cast trickling shadows over our skin, I was lost in a dream from which I never wanted to wake. A dream of yielding, florid hollows and straining lumps. My sex thrummed, delighted by delighting the people I desired most. I licked and sucked and rubbed and teased, relishing that resonant throb of my own bits. It was so dreamy I wasn't at all surprised when Gabrielle's feet left the floor and she floated into the air.
If I was light as a beach ball to Bill, my petite friend seemed hardly a balloon. While I was enjoying my cock and clitty delight, Bill had bent down, taken a good grip on my girl's hips and stood, inverting her so he could, of course, eat her like an ice cream. He did it so casually and with such fluidity she didn't even scream, just gave over utterly to his strength like she was flipped up to man's mouth all time. I suppose Gabrielle's billionaire husband was all about the harnesses and toys and swing sets, she was no stranger to acrobatics.
So she joined me at Bill's cock, upside down, her legs a waving, wide Y to his mouth. Another rush of pride overwhelmed me and I sucked on him with renewed vigor. My friend's cheek pressed to mine, her hair covering us both, as if to discretely veil our adoration of his phallus.
She supped on my man, as comfortable as if she was reclined on a chaise. Bill thighs quivered like a race-horse every time our mouths slid along his shaft. He rumbled into Gabrielle's cunt so forcefully it croaked from her mouth and suddenly I wanted to be the one getting those cute noises from her.
Yesterday's Bathsheba, even the Bathsheba of an hour ago, would never leave Gabrielle's mouth alone with Bill's cock in this state. But since he'd offered to fuck me whatever the consequences, this Bathsheba was more confident. She was adored by this man. Not even a coppertop Audrey Hepburn with the oral skills of a thousand-dollar whore would steal his heart, even if she stole his cum. So I left my dangerous friend to do her worst, so I could do my worst to her.
I hopped up to share Bill's ice cream. He held her writhing little body steady and we ate her marshmallowy spread entirely for our own pleasure, taking turns to suck the fleshy cherry of her clit hood or swirling it between us like the third tongue in a particularly dirty three-way snog.
Bill's tongue grew uncoordinated and I sensed that when Gabrielle wasn't muttering French curses at our licking, she was giving as good as she got. Bill would come again soon. Sure enough, he tremored and had to brace himself. Gabrielle gave a little yelp on his meat. As impressive as my lovers were, I worried about them coming in this position. I dropped back to my knees. Despite her little elfin mouth she'd taken his entire length into her throat. I'd never managed that even with my massive gob. I waited for her to unimpale herself while tea-bagging his lovely great testicles. They clenched in my mouth. He blabbered, "C-careful ladies."
Gabrielle, our Ferrari, naturally took this as a sign to change up a gear. Bill staggered. She stopped deepthroating only to wank him vigorously onto her curled out tongue, her eyes shut, panting, "Oui; oui;” I quickly nuzzled her off his cock.
Bill swore, relieved I think, as I persuaded Gabrielle to kiss me instead of sucking him. Luckily, like Bill, she finds it impossible to ignore my plumpy great lips. I was sat beneath her, leant back on my hands. Once I had her attention, I made sure she could see my knees flop apart and my hips rock needily up at her
"Oh baby, sorry;” She wriggled, slapping Bill's thighs until he lowered her as obediently and gently as an elephant. She slid her body down mine to get her face between my thighs. Bill positioned her astride my face, glinting mischievously, and kissed me and I wanted to blub.
Then a hungry electric eel attacked my cunt. Gabrielle, with her characteristic sexual restraint, ground her mound on my mouth and her mouth on my mound.
Above me, kneeling astride my head and poised at Gabrielle's rear, Bill watched our sixty-nine. Seeing us through his desirous eyes doubled the thrill, especially as he ran a hand along his length. His masculine fist held his cock like an axe, a sight that flopped me even wider to Gabrielle's feeding frenzy.
I dug my fingers into his ass, dragged him closer to us, but tipped my face to him before he impaled my friend. He needed no persuading, sliding into my ready mouth. While every muscle on his body strained with the holding back his urge to come, I used every muscle of mine to draw it from him. When I tasted his precum I unsuckered from him, squeezed him hard until his spasms subsided, then slid the end of his cock into Gabrielle.
He plunged and she cried out. I lapped his balls and her clit simultaneously, slooping Gabrielle from his slimy shaft on each back stroke. Gabrielle panted between my legs, unable to focus on her licking, giving me a much needed moment to calm as I watched, in gory close-up, Bill fuck her from behind.
When he dug deep and pulled her hips to him fast as fist, I yanked him out of her and sucked her off him again. Meanwhile my clit melted into Gabrielle's warm hums, along with my entire lower half, tingling waves rolling into and out of the hot cave of her mouth. She slid two fingers into me and I bleated on Bill's pulsing cock
I quickly stuffed him back inside her to distract her from popping me. He pumped while I sucked her clit, and I opened my mouth for him again. Again I licked her off him, his cock on my pallet merging with my cunt on Gabrielle's, until my tongue felt like a monstrous clitoris, my mouth and sex like one plunderable, pleasure bringing orifice.
I controlled his meat, where it went and how deep and how fast, into her, into me, into her until even that fused into one and I couldn't tell if he was fucking her cunt or my mouth. Both sensations plugged a shivery electric bliss into my body, packing it in, brimming me over with it.
Meanwhile Gabrielle became the joggling, licking tip of Bill's cock on my cunt and I became the licking, sucking tip of her tongue on his ramming cock and balls. A single monstrous climax thundered around our three bodies, gathering pleasure from our licking and fucking and moaning, from the press and slap of flesh.
Gabrielle's squeals grew insane, like a chipmunk smothered by my pussy. No, that was me, into her. Bill pistoned our runaway train full steam off a cliff.
"Oui!"
He exploded deep into Gabrielle, ripping through her, out of her mouth, into me. The floor quaked. I screamed. Liquid heat splattered my lips and tongue. I pressed into it, to the source, lapped wildly at everything I could find. Everything flashed too bright. I screwed shut my eyes;
When I opened them again I was licking Bill's cum from Gabrielle's clitoris while he shuddered inside her, and she shuddered on me.
He withdrew and I took him in, sucking the last of his climax while Gabrielle lay starfished on top of me, panting hotly on my oversensitive folds.
"Merde." She flip-flopped around like a beached mermaid until she could kiss my face. Her stomach still trembled against mine. She was still breathless. "Merde, merde, merde, merde." She sucked a drop of cum from her bottom lip; she must've kissed it from my lips. "I feel I had three orgasms at once, you feel this?"
She joined me, loving up our man's happily dribbling phallus, while we rubbed our tingly mounds together.
We lingered like this for some time, enjoying the press of our bodies and Bill's post-fuck, tender hardness. Gabrielle cleaned drips from my chin, or joined me in licking them from him. She passed her gatherings to me in a kiss. It was so sweet she still respected this. And I have to say, dear diary, licking your lover's cum is utterly one of life's underrated pleasures. However, taking your lover's cum from another, because they love you too; this is a whole new world of off-the-scale, fucked-up deliciousness.
Diary, when Gabrielle left later that day she was still wobbly on her feet! Me too. Bill had to take the afternoon off as we managed to drain him a third time before we were finished. It was simply too convenient and comfortable a position, lying there with his cock between our kissing and the more we tried to calm him the more excited he became. As hard as I've tried, I've never managed to get three orgasms from Bill on my own, but I didn't feel jealous. It seems only polite to come three times in a threesome, don't you think?
Footnote:
Diary, I'm returning to this entry some three weeks later because today we received a gift in the post. From Gabrielle. I was so excited by it that I accosted Bill straight away, in his shower, to show him.
By the time I was naked and under the jets he was already hard, so I got to test the accuracy of our new; actually our only; toy straight away: a life-size replica of his finest hard on! As a dildo!
Diary, the joy of being fucked by a man when you've been denied for so long, even remotely, brought tears to my eyes. Bless him, he insisted the first time that he control the toy, holding it under his actual cock as he fucked me. The oddness gave us the giggles initially but having his real cock slide on my clit while his doppelganger filled me soon wiped the smiles off our faces. Then back on them again, dreamily. And watching your man spurt all over your belly and tits when you come on his cock is a multisensual head-fuck. Anyway. That's when I wept. And by the way, diary, you cannot know the pleasure of being licked and fucked at the same time by one person! Or maybe you can, who am I to judge? Oh, and yes, Diary, he is an exquisitely snug fit, even in my slobbery great maw.
A perfect day.
However.
Tonight we were lost in our upgraded sixty-nine. I was happily practicing my twisty deep-throat on his real cock, while he happily practiced fucking me with his prosthetic while licking me, when a troubling thought occurred.
When did Gabrielle make a cast of his erection?
An orgy, an illicit video, and love.
Dear Diary, picture this:
A small slim woman with big black eyes, massive podgy lips, and an annoyingly big bottom struts across her lawns toward a waiting mirror-black helicopter. Her fists are clenched. Her little feet are bare, as is her annoying bottom under her black Bellenciaga cocktail dress. Her dress and her sharp black bob are blown all about by the whirling blades and she finds this exhilarating, especially the powerful wind about her naked nethers. In the distance, behind her, stands her annoyingly big-choppered gardener-stroke-boyfriend. She tosses him a glare and flicks up the back of her skirt so he gets a; hopefully torturing; flash of bare buttock.
Bullseye! His eyes swell with worry, and his hand raises in a confused farewell.
"Fuck you, Bill," the woman says. But the helicopter drowns it out.
Now, picture this:
One hour later. The same furiously desirable woman is starfished naked on a graphite silk bedspread, writhing in orgasm as she's fed on by eight naked billionaire starlets while their rippling husbands watch in sated, post-coital awe.
Yes Dear Diary, dear Father, dear Bill, dear Whoever-the-fuck-is-reading-this, today I was angry with Bill and took revenge in my own unique way.
Remember, my muscle-bound giant of a gardener and I, Lady Bathsheba Ottoline Lovecome have been having an illicit; if not a little cliched; affair. In my last instalment, my best friend Gabrielle came to stay, then stayed to come, and much excellent fun was had. Eventually.
A few days later, Gabrielle sent me a dildo replica of my apparently loyal gardener's erection. This, remember, is her art, so it's not as odd as it might sound. She has many casts of many excellent phalluses. So more fun was had. I think I even confessed to you, dear Diary that nothing feels better than being simultaneously licked and fucked by the same man. But then it hit me: how, and when had Gabrielle made a cast of Bill's erect cock? Not just your everyday morning glory either, we're talking Bill at his biggest and hardest, as if someone had been playing with him for some time;
As an aristocrat, I have a rather unique little-black-book. You know that list of numbers everyone has for when they're lonely or needy down below? Well mine is full of invitations mostly, to upmarket sexy soirees that want their reputations made by nearly-royal patronage. I collect the invites for fun because generally they look just awful. And anyway, until recently Bill looked after me rather well down below so I haven't needed to party in that way.
Not today. Today I chose the most exclusive sex party I could find, the kind that sends a helicopter to collect you, and I scrubbed inside and out, deep down clean, ready to be dirty as I liked.
Diary, Bill, It was epic, and I'm going to recount it for you, and then make sure you read it. I understand we're not a couple in the traditional sense, or even exclusive fuck buddies. You're just my gardener for fuck sake. In fact we're doomed to part as soon as Father arranges a marriage for me; the only downside to a life as an entitled billionaire. But still, I didn't expect you to fuck my friend; well, not secretly anyway, not without me. I want you to see how it feels imagining me with someone else, like I'm forced to feel your betrayal every time we use the fucking dildo She cast from your monstrously erect cock. What did she do to get you that hard Bill? For me, you only get that veiny when I suck you, and when you're about to come. Or sometimes when I've come on your mouth. Is that what she did? Come on your mouth and suck you? Did you fuck her after? The one thing we deny each other since my father's death threats over getting me pregnant? Where did you come, Bill? In her cunt? Did you like coming in her cunt more than in my mouth? I've never enjoyed cum with anyone before, you know that don't you? Only yours.
So read this. And know I loved every last drop of it.
The Unicorn And The Beast Of A Thousand Mouths
The party was in a Bond villain mansion on its own island somewhere. Doesn't matter where. When I arrived, eight beautiful couples were milling about a golden terrace, sipping sunset cocktails and making awkward pre-sex small talk. They were the world's most highly paid models; all female; and their trophy husbands, all of them buff, witty, and; it turned out; very eager to please.
Jaws dropped when I walked onto the terrace. Mouths actually gaped. Any self-consciousness I had about my bubble bum offending these lithe angels fled. In my enforced solitude at Father's estate, it's easy to forget how the press has built me up into something of a unicorn. "The Most Desirable Woman Of All Time" Vogue called me. Little me! And the more invitations I ignore, the more desirable I become it seems. You'd do well to bear that in mind sometimes, Bill. Anyway, you should've seen how these beauties converged on me. I felt like a zookeeper at feeding time.
So many flirty smiles. So many pink cheeks.
The host bowed and scraped and I ignored her, grabbed a glass and drained it, then reached for the tallest, poutiest, cheekboniest girl I could find. I pulled her face down to mine and kissed her hungrily. She tasted as good as she looked, and perhaps she felt the same about me, because she whimpered in my mouth then melted and hummed on my tongue. My hand sought her husband's approval with a huntress will of its own, grabbing the swelling lump in his trousers. He very much approved. In seconds, with a flourish, and without unsuckering from his wife, I had his trousers unfastened and his naked rod bucking in my palm.
The onlookers laughed. Some clapped. All drew closer.
"A room," I said to my glowing host. "Now." Then I strode after her with a beautiful woman in one hand and a beautiful cock in the other. "All of you. Come," I demanded. And not for the last time either.
In a blink and a sashay we were in a bedroom that jutted out from cliffs over the sea. Aside from a floor-to-ceiling panoramic view of the surf, the room was decorated in shades of storm cloud, including a cumulus bed set beneath a mirror; like a silver lining! The monochrome interior of stone and leather and silk seemed purpose-made to make us baubles pop.
Eight couples, that's sixteen people, smooched over me as we explored our possibilities. Other than the one cock I'd unwrapped, we were all still dressed, and the planet's finest fabrics slid over me, hinting at hardnesses and softnesses beneath. Wherever I turned, smiling lips met mine, and glorious perfumes, and hands slid over my arms and back, and, as I filled my grip with firm ass and hard fronts and pert tits, so my admiring crowd's hands returned the favor. I felt like a ball of dough being deliciously kneaded, but also deliciously needed.
Have you ever been adored by a crowd, Bill? I mean tenderly pawed at by sixteen beautiful, highly successful and tasteful people? For their pleasure? Well I can heartily recommend it.
I felt wrapped in some fabulous creature intent on my pleasure, thirty-two hands stroking and squeezing, sixteen mouths seeking mine, or just any bit of skin, and pulling my clothes aside to find it. It was a girl who first discovered I was naked under my dress, because I remember the purr of delight and the claws digging into my bum. My knees wobbled but even gravity didn't matter against this kind of sexual force and my toes left the floor, born aloft by hungry doting. I threw back my head and laughed and the mirrored ceiling showed me flat out and held high, like a stage-diving rock-star, caught and totally in the hands of her adoring fans.
I watched my Ballenciaga unfurl itself from my body and snake away, leaving me naked and exquisitely vulnerable among the elegantly dressed crowd; this beast of a thousand mouths. Happy lips found the places they craved with moans and giggles. My feet parted, and touches got cheeky on my inner thighs and abdomen, spiraling in but still restrained. I was like a starfish floating on an ocean of caresses, being loved up by soft, hot jellyfish.
They turned me this way and that for their delight, while I squirmed in their grip to kiss whoever I could, wherever I could. More clothes peeled away, from my admirers this time, and soon nipples were offered to me, then, tipping me almost upside down, bouncy bottoms met my kisses, and sweet sexes, some yielding and wet, others hot and hard. Meanwhile a thousand little kisses rained down on my tits and bottom and, at last, my clamoring sex. Then held like a bloom into which they nuzzled and cooed.
My adorers sat me in the middle of the bed, and there were so many naked bodies pressed in on me, I was bewildered by sweeping curves and veiny muscles, all smoothed in every shade of brown and bronze and pink, all shoving or spreading for me. I worked by touch alone, exploring proffered limbs with fingers or lips or tongue in order to determine their masculine or feminine form. Even unexpected combinations of both: a girl stood astride my lap to offer me a kiss with her rudest lips, but a huge and eager cock slid under her from behind until I was licking and sucking both at once. Remember when Gabrielle did this for us, Bill? I didn't, I was enjoying the juicy meat in my mouth too much. Then my eyelids grew heavy. Tongues took turns beneath my splayed, kneeling thighs; and bodies seemed to morph. I mean one minute I'd be running my tongue down the lovely grooves of some epic abs, but just as I got to the great club I was after, the shapes all changed into a bottom, which bent over to present a sopping slot and little pink knot, which melted on my tongue into lovely warm balls dropping into my upturned mouth.
All the while, men rutted at any soft cleft on my body, while women rubbed wetly on any lump, and my mouth couldn't keep up with the demands of it. My cunt, licked by two, sometimes three people at once, fizzled like a firecracker.
Too much. So I put my foot down. "Stop," I said. "Girls, wait. Men, fuck me." I stretched out on my side, cocked a leg, and reached under to spread my cunt and bum cheeks wide. "Fuck all of me."
What do you think of that, Bill? Would you like that? To fuck my cunt and my arse? Or would you agonize over it, but fuck Gabrielle instead? Well, all eight of these muscle-bound fuckers leapt right to it.
The women stopped feeding off me to become my handmaidens, maneuvering their husbands into place for my pleasure. There was a rush for my cunt at first, but I made them promise this was an "excuse me" dance, and all should move on if asked to do so. I also told them that no man could come without my permission and when they came they should do so together and, most importantly, withdraw. I wanted to watch them explode on me. Women were to make sure their men behaved, but in the process could cum as much as they; we; liked. Lucky us.
So, Dear Diary, dear Bill, dear Father, dear Strangers, I was utterly, utterly fucked. Cunt, anus and mouth obviously, but also my hollow fists too as I rubbed a couple of monsters on my nipples. Even the soft pads of my feet joggled on a couple of clubs and my ears were teased by dancing tongues while another cockhead pattered on my giddy clitoris.
I shut my eyes and let myself get profoundly stretched and deeply stuffed. After so long denying myself I felt like an itch was finally, properly getting scratched. Sorry Bill. But isn't that how you felt fucking Gabrielle?
The women did a marvelous job of synchronizing their men and licking; or dripping on!; cock tips so they were always slippy on nipples or clit or toes. I felt like I was being force-fed pleasure. The dough of me was pulled this way and that, to let new configurations get access to my arse and cunt and clit, while a constant delicious rut of cocks presented themselves to my mouth and fists for a royal blowjob-cum-titwank.
What started as sensuous, almost exploratory slidings, deep in and out of me, became harder and demanding. I grew needy too, taking meat into my throat, and grinding hard at thrusts down below, possessed of the delirious notion that I might get all the cocks to knock together in my middle. I gobbled at every end. Even my hands milked hard and fast. Even my feet!
The women were crimson-cheeked and glistening-thighed, smirking as they fingered themselves or helped their men swap holes, or just panted into frothy little orgasms. Their men were clearly having trouble holding back, and soon each hot head that plugged my gob was salty with precum. Since you Bill, this taste always sets me off, did you know that? Well it did again today, but this time it wasn't my gardener's precum was it? It was the overexcited juices of a slew of strangers. I sucked as many as I could before I couldn't hold back any longer, and joined my sisters in orgasm. I went rigid, and exploded in rolling, tingling waves. I screamed, cock-muffled by one lucky specimen. The women cheered. The men groaned, but thankfully fucked on. One of them cursed and begged to cum, probably the one in my mouth. I gasped nasally on him and juddered against my pummeling strangers.
My climax didn't go, not really. It left a need behind it, so I ignored the men's quivering, uncontrolled thrusts and the women muttering to hubbies to, "Hold on, hold on!" and the men moaning, "Madam, please;” and I shoved and rubbed and sucked for more.
Flash frame: A lithe dancer kneeling by my head arches back, rigid in my mouth while his wife wanks him into me. A dark hulk standing between my splayed thighs is lodged deep in my cunt, his knotted muscles popping. Another huge, hard mattress of a man lies trapped under me, shoving up into my anus while his wife watches, jaw thrust and two fingers knuckle-deep in her cunt. My fists blur two cocks over my stiff nipples, while their wives dip into the scrum to wriggle wet tongues over their tips. A woman, standing behind her sleek, bronzed man; both straddling my leg; jiggles his cockhead on my slippery clit and he rises onto tip-toes and grinds his teeth at the ceiling. Powerful, hirsute twins rub my soft feet frantically on their clubbish cocks while their wives suck their balls.
So I said, "Umm! Umm!" And they understood. And eight men roared in chorus, and came.
And they kept their promise too. All inside withdrew; even the man in my mouth; and blasted thick liquid heat over my cheeks and lips, and my cunt, and my bum and my nipples and fingers, and all over my toes. Jet after jet glazed me while men cursed and spasmed in their wive's milking fists and I deliriously nuzzled for more, more, more.
A new ball of fire swelled in my middle, as if filling the space the fucking left inside, ignited by laval splatters across my skin.
"Girls! Now; now; now!" I blathered and the women all but clawed their spent men from me to have their go on the most desirable woman of all time. In the mirror, I looked attacked by lionesses, barely visible beneath the feeding-frenzied heads. Hot tongues lapped every inch of me, cleaning, eating and reheating me. They slurped and sucked at my nipples and fingers and toes, and, oh my good fucking God, my gooey clit and anus.
In a split-second of crackling-edged clarity, like a calm before a storm, I watched their dirty dance. Dutiful husbands took station behind and beneath their wives, burying heads or indefatigable cocks between slippery spread thighs.
The world's most beautiful faces licked cum from me, and from each other, while writhing on their men, gasping, and offering me white-slicked lips and tongues like kisses of life.
Too much! My skin furred, then blossomed, and I released a squeal that came right from my soul. A lightning bolt arched me onto my shoulders and heels and I writhed as if tasered. The girls came with me, grunting and grinding on their lover's mouths or cocks, gaped jaws dripping semen. I wrapped my arms and legs about them, my adoring beauties, and held them tight as I cackled insanely and they jerked and spasmed and cackled with me.
Spent, I drifted into a doze. A few last cat laps cleaned me up, then languorous kisses covered my body, while bass and alto voices murmured breathless thank yous into my ear.
One-by-one, the happy couples gathered their things, and their loved-ones. And they left me alone.
Outside, the surf sighed. For a silly, comatose moment I thought it was your breath.
And here I am, Bill, one helicopter ride and one soapy soak later, wrapped in my towel and thinking about how I'm going to get this into your head. I hope it turns you on as much as it did me. I hope it breaks your heart like you broke mine.
Oh dear. Oh no. Oh fuck.
Diary, this arrived on email. A video from Gabrielle. I'll describe it to you.
The Video.
"Bonjour, petite! C'est moi, your sexy little minx best friend. Mwah. Mwah."
It was filmed on a laptop camera in her bright, creatively messy artist's studio. Gabrielle looked gorgeously Hepburn in a sixties baby-doll dress. I was considering how silly Bill got when I wore mine, then realized Gabrielle was wearing that actual dress and that she must've stolen it. I filled it better than her, though. It hung like curtains on her neat little frame and its turmeric color clashed with her copper curls.
"So, today sweet Bash I am doing you a favor." She leaned conspiratorially into the frame, even though she was quite alone. "I have invited your lovely man to my studio and I will test him for you. I sense you both are hiding big feelings under your skins, so it is my duty to make sure Bill is a man you can trust, non?"
She reddened, like I needed any other proof her motivation was bullshit. She just wanted to fuck my gentle giant. Again. She twirled her hair, and stared into the distance, then cleared her throat. "So. You watch while I tempt him and let us see." A doorbell rang. "Bon!" She scampered off.
Bill wandered into the frame. Too close to see more than his hips, but unmistakably him judging by the tweedy gardeners' uniform my Father made him wear. Then I noticed Gabrielle had set a mirror behind them, revealing their full frames as well. She clearly wanted me to see every detail of what was about to transpire. I guessed this was the day she made a cast of his erection. My stomach flip-flopped. Whatever happened next was bound to hurt.
He looked like he was being dragged into the room. I'd seen him approach a wasp's nest with more bravado. "Miss Gabrielle," he rumbled, and took off his cap.
Gabrielle pressed her front against him and threw her arms around his neck. He patted her back lightly.
She held on too long, strained up on tip-toe, her hips nudging at his front. "Bill, I have been thinking too many thoughts about this morning. My knickers, they are ruined."
She leaned back to check his reaction, kicking a playful foot behind her. His cheeks blazed. "Miss Gabrielle, I must remind you; "
"I know I know. You said in your message. You're just doing this for Bash, so you can fuck her."
He uncoiled her arms from his neck. "That's not what I said. I want Lady Bathsheba to be happy, and this seems a way I can; please her without risk of pregnancy and her father having me killed."
"Bof." Gabrielle shrugged. "I don't get it, but she's your girlfriend, so;”
"She's my employer not; "
"Merde!" Gabrielle clawed her hair. "I don't care. You are both too fucked up. Just;" she waved at his hips; "get it out Okay? And we'll start."
Bill shifted awkwardly.
"Oh come on, I have seen your cock. In detail. I have orgasmed on it and I have sucked it dry, and now you are shy of showing it to me?"
"But that was for Lady; "
"Stop talking." She unfastened his belt, dropped his trousers and yanked down his boxers. She picked up his long shirt tails and peered under at his flaccid cock. "Monsieur this is pretty but will please no one." She pulled his shirt off over his head and threw it away. She sighed over his powerful torso. "Hmm. Bash is so lucky."
Bill squeezed his cock and balls. "Um. Perhaps I should?" He flapped at his meat. I'd never seen him do this. With me he was always hard. Or spent. This gave me a flush of pride, then a dip of sadness.
"Oh oui;” Gabrielle chuckled and swung a foot as she watched him tug at himself. "Life sometimes, it is just too sexy. N'est pas?"
But aside from a general thickening and blushing, his cock refused to rouse.
My heart burst. Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. Then I clocked the super-hard dildo on my dressing table and braced myself. Something, or someone, got him rigid.
Of course, Gabrielle dropped to her knees, setting her face at his hips and close to the screen. She winked at the camera, at me, then swung dollish eyes up at Bill. "Oh well, I suppose I will just have too;” She opened her mouth and ducked to collect him between her lips.
A whimper left mine.
Then Gabrielle sprang into the air. No, not sprang. Lifted. Bill had picked her up.
"No, Miss Gabrielle." He plonked her at arm’s reach. "I thought this might be an issue."