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See Emily Play

By: Hercules_unleashed



The door slammed shut behind her and the loud sigh rang through the empty cottage as she irritably kicked off her shoes while throwing her bag and coat onto the sofa. The trip from London had been a bitch, the traffic heavy, sheeting rain, and flooded roads. The journey normally took anywhere between 2 to 2 ½ hours, today it had taken nearly four.

Emily went through to the kitchen where Jeannie Harris, (her guardian angel, but really someone whom she paid to keep an eye on the place while she was working in London), had lit the Agar stove and stuffed the fridge with fresh produce, even the wine rack had been filled. The next week would be perfect; she had the place to herself, away from the hustle and bustle of her job.

Taking a glass from the cupboard, she filled it with her favourite red and took a long sip of the wine, rolling it around in her mouth, allowing the aroma to permeate her nostrils and savouring its flavour to the full. Pacified now she made her way back to the living room where she saw that an open log fire had been laid in preparation. However, Emily was not quite ready to curl up on the sofa with her wine and a good book; she needed to wash off the dust of the city and a long hot soak in the luxury of her shower room beckoned. 

Without wasting any more time she made her way there, shedding items of clothing on route until naked, like this, she felt freedom calling to her from across the void of time and space.

The shower room had been her pride and joy, tiled walls, floor and ceiling. When buying the cottage she had sought planning permission to pull down the existing bathroom and outside toilet, starting anew with a totally non-standard bathroom, with the inclusion of a Jacuzzi and a separate shower room. 

The whole thing was utterly decadent and luxurious, Emily having spared no expense. Water for the shower came not from a single showerhead but from twenty separate jets set into the walls and ceiling, to bombard her body with anything from a soft spray, to powerful needles to massage as she required. Four extractor fans took care of the steam, unless she wanted a sauna, and drains with built-in pumps in each corner siphoned away the excess water. The room had been built having in mind the possibility of two, three or perhaps four people using it at the same time; she had simply closed her eyes when designing it, allowing her imagination to take flight.

Adjusting the lights to a low glow, and turning on the water for a soft and gentle spray at an ambient temperature, both exercises done from a panel set into the wall outside the shower room, she stepped through the door and into the steam and mist filled room. Bliss, she thought, just heavenly bliss.

As the water made little rivulets running down her body she raised her arms to ensure that nowhere was missed and in no time at all her body glistened with the droplets like the star filled Milky Way. Reaching over to the liquid soap dispenser Emily filled her hands with moisturising viscous fluid spreading it over her soft skin until producing a good lather. 

Her hands worked with an easy familiarity, moving over her soft skin, the gentle curve of her breasts with their nipples becoming slightly erect, down over the slight swell of her stomach and so into the trimmed soft fur surrounding her pussy lips. Caressing herself with the soap she allowed her imagination to wander and closed her eyes as probing fingers slipped in between the folds of thickening pussy lips to find and fondle the clit that was now becoming erect.

Her mind wandered to the new tenant who had moved into the flat adjacent to hers close to Canary Wharf. She could see the Dome from her window, and from her balcony, where she grew a number of flowering plants, had glimpsed him walking about his flat naked. He had a good body, and once, she had even seen him with an erection, noting the shape and the lines of what was obviously a good-sized cock.

As the picture of it went through her mind Emily agitated her clit without realising it, climaxing very quickly she lifted her face towards the ceiling and cried out, the sound almost a howl of pleasure. The water immediately went into her mouth and caught up in her throat, making her choke.

As she regained control of herself Emily noticed that the lights had gone out, knowing that the lighting circuit was different from the shower, she believed that a fuse must have blown, and that it was not a power cut, so frequent deep in the countryside. She made no attempt to rush from the room to find out.

That another person might be inside her cottage did not enter her head until she heard the shower room door open, it was then that she realised that someone else had indeed entered, and began to feel a little afraid.

Unable to see properly through the steam, she had not realised how close the intruder was until she felt her wrist in a vice-like grip, and a hand across her mouth to stifle a scream that never came. 

Emily was made of stern stuff and with her free hand balled into a fist began to rain blow after blow onto his head, at least, she thought it was a man because of the strength needed to hold onto her wrist. Although she was quite tall at 5' 11", he was much taller but still had to let go of her mouth to ward off the blows to his head.

She knew it would be a waste of time her shouting, the cottage stood in the middle of nowhere, which was precisely why she had chosen it. Only Jeannie Harris knew that Emily was here and she lived in the village about two miles away. There would be no farmers out working in this torrential rain, so she correctly judged that no one would or could come to her rescue.

With this established she leaned back against the wall of the shower, surrounded by darkness, quite frightened but nonetheless determined to resolve the situation in which she found herself.

"Right, now that you have decided to quieten down I am going to take my clothes off." The strong deep voice close to her ear surprised her, "the damp from the steam and water is ruining my attire, but maybe the dry cleaners can do something with it."

Bells started to ring, as Emily realised that she had heard this voice before, but where? She was at this time unable to pinpoint it. The fear of the situation lessened somewhat by the knowledge that she knew this man from somewhere, she found her voice suggesting that perhaps they should get out of the shower, but he replied saying, no, that she was to stay within his line of vision at all times. 

She found his voice confusing, authoritative and commanding yet soft and somehow very sexy, and for some reason Emily felt compelled to obey, although unable to fathom why. So she decided to stay put, and remained standing where she was as the stranger removed his clothing, throwing them where he judged a corner of the room might be. 

She knew that while he was taking off his trousers she could have escaped the shower room and phoned the police, but she wanted to know just who this man was. So far, he had said very little, certainly not enough to tell her about himself although he seemed to know something of her.

She jumped a little as she felt something slide around her throat, frightened that he might be seeking to strangle her. About to speak the sound became muted in her throat as she felt a buckle being fastened at the back. 

"I have placed a collar around your neck that has a leash attached, both are locked in place so please don't even think of trying to remove them. The other end of the leash has been locked to the 'D' handle on the bathroom door; there is no means of escape."

"Now, don't just stand there Emily, do something useful, get the soap and wash me, then we can both get out of here". Emily hesitated, but for only a second, she wanted out of the shower room too, she wanted to see this man who had followed her from god knew where to invade her space and her person. She wondered why he had chained her in this fashion, although it did excite her a little. Like most other women, she also had fantasised about a rape scenario, but had never thought it might actually happen to her.

He had made no attempt to hurt her, only to stop her from screaming or running away, she began to think that her fear might be unfounded although the knowledge that she was now chained with no means of escape was a little disconcerting. Making the decision she filled her hands with more of the liquid soap, starting at his shoulders and his back but keeping her hands above his neatly tapered waist. As she worked she found that from the back he was quite a muscular chap who most likely frequently worked out, she found this interesting, and for some reason, that she thought might be out of frustration and the need for a real man, just a little exciting.

Finishing his back, she told him to turn around in order that she might do his chest. Soaping his front Emily discovered a hairy chest; she had always been a sucker for a hairy chest and ran her fingers through it in a caress, forgetting for the moment that this man had effected entry into her home and made her his prisoner.

He took hold of one hand and she gasped as he pushed it down past his waist and onto his burgeoning erection. It had been some time since Emily had last held a hard cock in her hands and far from frightening her, she felt herself being aroused. For a short while, he kept his hand on hers and then told her to soap this now solid shaft, that he wanted to feel the movement of her fingers up and down its length.

At this point, he let go her wrist and rested his hand on her shoulder, she didn't move away as he started to caress her neck; she had become hungry for his touch. Starved of male attention, her body now craved it; she carried on washing him with one hand while stroking his cock with the other as he explored her body; feeling the round fullness of ample breasts, her slim waist and her very hungry pussy with its once more erect clit. 

His fingers touched her everywhere, lighting little fires wherever they settled; she began to melt as he explored, wanting him more and more.

He pulled her close to him, kissing her neck, and then her lips. His kiss was as light as a butterfly's touch and when his tongue gently parted her lips to enter her soft mouth, she let go completely, she was his for the taking. Their tongues slid lasciviously against each other, beginning the dance of lust, hands were everywhere as they each explored the other, touching, caressing, probing and wanting...so wanting.

He pulled away from her, opening the shower door and turning off the water, the extractor fans and pumps would keep going for another twenty minutes to clear all steam, and most of the water, to leave the walls and floor wet. He grabbed a large towel passing it to Emily and another for him and the dim red glow from the lounge told her that he must have lit the fire. The towel was wrapped neatly around his waist, with no sign of the erection that she had been stroking so lovingly just a few minutes previously.

Seated on the sofa she could clearly see him now and also saw that he held the leash quite firmly, but for the moment her mind was throwing a blank, probably because she was still caught up in the sensations of the shower room. He checked on the fire throwing another log onto it, refilled her glass, poured another for himself and watched her as she took a deep draught.

She was so beautiful, he thought, he had wanted to do this for a long time, since that first day when he had glimpsed her quite by chance in the mirror opposite the French windows of his lounge. She had been watching him going about his business, naked as he often was. 

Seating himself at her feet, he caressed them with his free hand while sipping from the glass. He was not sure what to say to her in order to explain his presence here, why he had to follow her from the city, at the same time he believed that she would not understand his need but he had to make it known to her somehow.

Emily was at a loss for words also, basking in the warmth of the fire, the inner glow caused by the wine and the heat of her pussy because of his presence; her own desires and the 'happening' in the shower room, not forgetting her imprisonment. 

Her mind was in a state of terrible confusion with it all; she knew that she should get angry and throw him out, but at the same time wanted him to stay, she was angry, but suffused with a warm glow generated by his electrifying touch.

His hand slid gently past her ankle to lovingly caress her calf before moving to her thigh. She sighed, a long and low sigh showing her appreciation, a sigh that was not lost on him. 

Turning, he put down the now empty wineglass, pushing her gently back onto the sofa. Emily parted her legs readily and willingly, beckoning him on as he continued his voyage of discovery with both hands now, along her inner thigh to that point where they met at her wet pussy and throbbing clit. His tongue tracing wet lines along the inside of her thighs as it neared her well of life and lust.

He deeply inhaled her perfumed aroma, the clean womanly odour of a freshly washed, but horny pussy. She moaned as his tongue continued its journey slicing through the length of her pussy to reach her once again very erect clit. As it touched she felt the heat of his breath searing the very soul of her being. 

He lingered for a while savouring the taste, the aroma, enjoying the copious amounts of the love juice that she made so readily. He had never seen a pussy so wet, so hungry and at the same time, she knew that she had never been so wet. 

She wanted to do to his shaft what he was doing to her slit but somehow couldn't find the energy or the will to adopt a soixante-neuf position with him.

He reached up to remove the towel from her body, leaving her totally naked before him; his own towel slipping now to leave him as naked as she. Now he could reach her breasts and from her position she could also see his erection.

A light went on in her head, she now knew without a doubt who he was, but still didn't know his name. He was the man from the flat next door to hers in the Docklands, of all the ways that existed to recognise someone, she recognised him by his erection. It must have made a greater impression on her than she had realised.

As he handled her breasts, pinching the nipples to make them harden she moaned once again involuntarily, she was so very hungry for him, and it was obvious that he was going to make her wait, he wanted to hear her beg for him to take her. That way she could never totally blame him for what she was about to involve herself in. 

He intensified his teasing using fingers and tongue he covered her with soft kisses until her juices literally dripped from her aching pussy to run down between the cheeks of her bottom. She squirmed and put her hands on his head entwining her fingers in his hair, she opened her mouth to beg him to put his shaft into her but once again he pulled away from her. 

Dragging her to her feet using the leash, he bent her over the arm of the sofa, her butt sticking up into the air, pushing her feet apart to expose her pussy for his delectation. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him but he forced himself to wait, she must be on her knees begging, at the point where she would do anything to feel his length pumping away inside her.

With one hand on her cheek, pulling it to one side to expose her little brown ring he lunged against her but not into her, almost weakening. He stood back and swiped at her ass with the flat of his hand making her gasp with the pain/pleasure of it, then pushed away from her, dropping into a chair.

"Go to bed, now!" He ordered and meekly Emily stood up, her bottom stinging and her pussy on fire for him, but she obeyed and went straight to the bedroom without saying goodnight. There were a thousand questions burning in her head, as she lay there naked waiting for him to join her, but eventually she fell asleep wondering why he had not made love to her.

The next morning Emily came back to life slowly. Opening her eyes she realised that the only sounds she could hear were the twittering of the sparrows in the eaves and her own breathing. How wonderful it is to live in the country, she thought, no traffic pollution, just peace and quiet and the sounds of nature. 

The four poster bed had been another of her extravagancies, and she was momentarily surprised to find the space next to her was empty, sitting up she also noticed that the pillows were still crisp, indicating that he had not slept with her through the night. 

She also realised that although the collar was still locked around her neck, the leash had been removed during the night. She found it cold sitting up, and accordingly snuggled back down under the duvet, pulling it close around her neck, feeling the warmth that the goose down gave back to her.

Her thoughts went back to how the evening had ended, how he had literally instructed her to go to bed. The drive up had made her very tired, too tired to argue and she always did as she had been told. She realised that he was a strong-minded person and derived some pleasure from his strength, telling her what she should do. 

Emily had been on her own for a long while now since divorcing from her husband, and the presence of a man in the cottage was a novelty, as well as being comforting. There had not been a man in here since she had moved in, and she had believed that was how she wanted it, but his presence seemed to be somehow right, although, if she had been asked she could not have said why.

Throwing the covers to one side, she moved to the window to look at the day. His car stood in the driveway, neatly blocking in her own even had she wanted to escape from him. A watery sun shone through, hinting that there would be more rain later although the sky was at this moment a wall to wall uniform blue.

Covering her nakedness with a robe, she opened the door and went down the stairs to the kitchen. Smiling she filled the kettle and switched it on before heading for the bathroom. The need to pee having been made more urgent by the sound of the running water as she filled the kettle. 

Once done she returned to the kitchen. The noise of the kettle almost boiling was quite loud, therefore she had not heard him pad across the stone floor, until the sound of his voice made her feel as though she had been caught doing something she shouldn't. 

"What are you doing?" he demanded. She jumped, almost spinning around, he stood in the doorway, naked, his flaccid cock hanging down and holding some kind of stick that looked like a riding crop in his hand, his face devoid of all expression. She realised that this was the first time she had ever seen his shaft when it was not erect.

Her voice seemed to lose its natural timbre, emerging from her throat almost squeakily. "Err, making coffee," she replied, "would you like one?"

"No, I prefer tea first thing in the morning, milk and no sugar and bring it to the lounge on a tray."With that he turned and was gone as quickly and silently as he had arrived.

55

Emily's pulse was racing; no one had ever spoken to her in that fashion, ordering her around, since she was a young girl at Boarding School. She had never met a man like this and was unsure just how she should react.

The kettle boiled and with the drinks made, she carried them through to the lounge. Inside she found that he had re-lit the fire banking it up high, it was warm and very cosy. Pulling a small table from its nest of three she rested the two mugs on it then moved across to open the curtains behind which stood French windows, beyond that the tangled undergrowth and overgrown lawn that she intended to turn into a garden this summer.

"Come here," he commanded, "stand in front of me with your back to me and do not turn around." She did as instructed although not sure why she had to obey. "Where is the tray, I told you clearly to bring the drinks in on a tray." A gamut of reactions swept through her mind, but she did not answer. "Next time that I tell you to do something, do exactly as you are told or I will need to punish you," he said. 


See Emily Play



 Author's Note

A few words about this story: Firstly, it's quite long - but it does have plenty of sex in it, so hopefully keeps up the pace. There's anal action too, so if that offends you please move on. 

Second, all characters are over the age of 18 and are entirely imaginary. If you think you know them, well....you don't.

Third, I acknowledge the words of the song 'See Emily Play' by that classic rock band, Pink Floyd. May they forever live in the halls of music fame! 

And finally, like every story on this site, it's free reading. It's written with as much skill and craftsmanship as I possess but hey, I'm not a professional. Enjoy it for what it is and, if you are inclined, please leave some feedback at the end. 

Hot Sister, February 2014

See Emily Play

Peter James Symonds, known universally as PJ to his friends and family, watched intently as his kneeling girlfriend performed fellatio on his erect cock. She had an amazing technique he'd never experienced before which involved clamping her lips around his shaft just below the glans and then flicking her tongue back and forth over the sensitive tip until he was begging for release. Last night had been the first experience of her oral skills and he was looking forward to a second installment, and judging by her enthusiasm it promised to be every bit as good as the first.

His phone on the coffee table lit up but he ignored it. Suzy's lips felt like a band around his shaft and her tongue lapped around him, soft one moment and rough the next. He saw two beads of juice appear at the corners of her mouth and he wondered idly if it was his fluid or hers. 

She grasped his rod with one slender hand and disengaged her mouth. 'Who is it?' 

PJ glanced at the phone. 'My sister.'

'Then answer it.' She opened her mouth and took him inside again. 

He picked up the phone and accepted the call, watching as Suzy began to bob back and forth. This was a new variation: deeper strokes interspersed with bouts of frantic tongue activity and the occasional suck like a Dyson vacuum cleaner. 

'Hi Em.'

'Hey, PJ. Just calling to see how you are.'

'Couldn't be better,' he said truthfully. His mother had asked the same question every day in the week since he'd moved out of home but never whilst he was getting head. Emily's timing was exquisite.

'So what are you doing?' she asked.

'Ah...uh – well, just – uh - chilling out...you know.' Suzy was watching his face as he spoke, her eyes laughing and her mouth busy. She pulled his prick free of her lips with a  plop  and chuckled softly at his expression before bending her head to take him again. He saw that her bright lipstick had smeared on his shaft with a darker ring about two thirds down, like a tidemark to show how deep she had taken him.

'That's cool,' Em persisted, 'can I bring anything round?'

'Uh, no...no. I don't think so.' His voice was a little breathless. Suzy was doing the tongue thing again and the little beads of juice escaping from her lips had turned into a sticky trickle. He could feel his cock jerking slightly as he unloaded small spurts of lubricant into her mouth. 

'Right. So you're OK then?' 

'Uh...sure, Em. I'm – ah, ah...fine.'

'Well that's good.' She paused for a moment, and despite the amazing feeling of Suzy's mouth on his cock, PJ knew she was about to ask for something. 'So don't forget I'm coming to stay tomorrow,' she said. 'Could you pick me up?'

'Yeah, sure.' His voice sounded strained even to his ears, but it wasn't surprising. Suzy's fingers had burrowed under the elastic of his jocks and her finger was teasing his anus.

'Well, that's good then,' his sister said. 'Hey, why don't you ring me when you're a little less...distracted, and we'll agree a time.'

PJ dropped the phone on the cushions beside him and concentrated on what Suzy was doing. She was using her tongue like a little dart, dabbing his imprisoned glans with a little flicking motion right on the sensitive part. The sensation was exquisite, and his shaft swelled a little more in response. He grasped her head lightly between his hands and began to jerk his hips slightly. 'Fuck, Suzy,' he whispered. 'Ah, fuck...that's good! Ah, yes...just there.' 

Her eyes had been closed in concentration but she opened them and looked at him. He noticed her pupils were dilated, almost as if she was high, and the irises around them were chocolate brown threaded with strands of gold. Her lips were clamped hard around his shaft and he saw the tidemark had moved close to his balls. This was one talented girl.

'I'm going to cum,' he breathed. The spiral of pleasure was building in his brain like a bubble in the black depths of the ocean, expanding rapidly as it rose up towards the hard white light. 'Ah, Christ! Here it comes baby!' His sperm surged along the shaft towards her waiting mouth.

Suzy removed his cock at the last moment and held it at her face, her fingers slim and white against the darker hue of his flesh. She smiled at his distorted face as the first jet burst from the eye and splattered across her cheek, followed by others over her hair and eyes and nose. His seed was as thick as custard and startlingly white, and it flew like scattered pearls into the glossy mane of her hair and streaked in creamy lines across the satin skin of her face. 

At last it was done. The last few dribbles oozed from the end of his cock and Suzy gently wiped them away with the ball of her thumb. She smiled up at him and PJ smiled back, his heart still racing from the pleasure of his orgasm. When he first met her he had thought how young and innocent she looked, with her sweet little face framed by a fringe of coal black hair that hung in soft waves either side of her cheeks, and her almond eyes and cupid-bow lips. She had proven to be a voracious lover though, and he realised that part of her attraction was the juxtaposition of virtuosity and sluttishness. She had the appearance of a novice Nun and the sexual appetite of a whore, and the seed that now painted her innocent little face and hung in glistening cords from her chin reinforced that contrast. 

'So what did your sister want?' she asked as she wiped his cum from her eyes. 

PJ sat back in the sofa, watching her. His cock was still erect, such was the force of her sexuality. 'She just wanted to remind me she's coming over to stay next week.'

'Really? I hope she's broad minded, then.' Suzy obviously had no intention of stopping their antics around the little apartment. 

PJ tried to picture Emily doing what Suzy had just done, but the concept defeated him. His sister was good looking but he had no notion of her sexual preferences: she just hadn't ever talked about them. In fact, he couldn't even remember her bringing boys home, so he imagined she was still a virgin and would either be offended by overt sexuality or embarrassed by it. Later he was to remember how wrong he had been. 

'She's not like that,' he said, but without conviction. 'We'll just have to confine ourselves to the bedroom.'

'When's she coming over?' Suzy asked.

'Tomorrow. For a few days.'

'Then lets make the most of today.' She rose smoothly to her feet and deftly unclasped the fasteners to her little dress. It fell in a puddle of black cotton at her feet and PJ saw that she was naked beneath it, her body slim and white. She scrambled onto the sofa and straddled him, her round breasts pressed against his shirt and her mouth close to his. He could feel her thick nipples touching his chest and the fine hairs of her cunt brushing his erect cock as soft and light as feather down, and then her mouth was on his. 

And as his cock slid into her wet little snatch, all thoughts of his sister were forgotten. 

*

Emily Jane Symonds was the second of three children born into the family. PJ was older by just one year, and Rachel, the youngest, had followed a year later. 

Em, as she was universally called, was a quiet girl who was blessed with good looks but inherent shyness. People often thought her arrogant because she tended to avoid them, but in truth she was a kind girl who just preferred to keep to herself. She had been good at school and was performing well at university too, but her mother worried about how quiet she was and used every opportunity to get her to meet people. 

Her sexual experience was as slender as her confidence. Her virginity had lasted until the high school Prom which was much later than most of her peers; she finally surrendered it in the front bench seat of an old Ford with the cracked red leather rubbing against her bare buttocks and her left knee jammed under the steering wheel. Perhaps her reluctance to explore further was because it was such an unfulfilling experience: the penis concerned had been of very modest size, and although it was sufficient to rupture her hymen its owner was quite unable to bring any degree of satisfaction during the short and sad event. The guy involved said he'd put on a condom but it was too dark to see and she was too inexperienced to know the difference. She missed her next period and the pregnancy test showed positive, and for two months she hid her secret, wondering how she would ever be able to tell her parents, until a spontaneous miscarriage released her from that burden. She had vowed never to engage in casual sex ever again, and had kept her promise. 

That was not to say that Em was not curious about the sexual act, nor frigid. She discovered porn early and enjoyed watching it, and was well versed in who did what to whom. During her long sessions she invariably brought herself to several satisfying orgasms with her fingers and other devices, which was sufficient to satisfy her urges. And so her sex life, whilst active, was almost completely solo and to her mind that was just fine.

Em lay on her bed and thought about the phone call she had just made. PJ was normally chatty but today it was obvious he didn't want to talk; she had heard his breathlessness and she thought there was another person there, betrayed by a soft chuckle and the occasional sound of wet slurping. Her imagination quickly filled in the dots: PJ was being serviced during her call and since his mouth had been at the phone it was probably someone else's doing all the work on him. 

So PJ was fucking! In her mind she imagined what that might look like – his toned body naked and his cock thick and hard. She had seen it once as he emerged from the shower and had been impressed, even by porn movie standards. She'd liked the look of his body too – not an ounce of fat and the trace of a six-pack. He'd seen her looking and smiled at her as he shut the door, so he wasn't too bashful either. All in all Em considered her brother pretty hot, so it wasn't difficult to lie with her fingers in her pussy and imagine him being serviced by the unknown woman. 

The thought of her brother being sucked off made her horny and she quickly undid the buckle of her belt and pulled down her cut off shorts. The front patch of her dark red gee string was already discoloured by her pussy juice: a dark patch about the size of a dollar coin, and when she pushed her fingers under the material she could feel her vulva was slick and wet. Her fingers slid easily over the warm greasy flesh with small sucking noises, and the level of her pleasure spiraled upwards quickly, fuelled by the image of her brother's face as he reached up towards his climax. She wondered if he had spurted into her mouth or whether his sperm had splashed over her body, and she imagined watching as it jerked and sprayed. The thought brought her quickly to a climax and the muscles in her legs and back tightened so that she was arched like a bow as she came. A thin squeal broke through her lips and a gush of moisture bloomed under her fingers. 

And afterwards she lay on her bed and wondered what it would be like to spend the next few days under the same roof as him, and whether the mystery woman would be around to spoil their time together. And, in a deep corner of her mind, she wondered what he would be like in bed. 

**

'So when did you say your sister is coming to stay?' Suzy asked.

'Sunday. The oldies are going away and they didn't want Em or Rachel in the house.' He chuckled. 'I can't say I blame them –if they stayed there wouldn't be a brick standing by the time they came back.'

'So Em's trouble, then?'

'Oh no.' PJ got on very well with his sister and he understood her better than his parents did. 'It's Rachel who's the trouble maker – Em is as good as gold.'

'So how come you got lumbered with her, PJ? It's not like there's a lot of room in this place. Where are you going to put her?'

'Mum asked if she could stay here and I agreed,' PJ said simply. 'She'll be fine, honest Suz. She can sleep on a mattress on the study – easy peasey. She's that short I could put her in a wardrobe and she'd fit.' He regarded the naked girl next to him. 'You'll like her. She's got an irrepressible spirit and a good sense of humour, and she doesn't take herself too seriously. She also relaxes a bit when she's with me, which is good for her confidence.'

Suzy considered the odd notion that you could get on with your siblings. She had two sisters and two brothers, three of whom she would not have pissed on if they were on fire; but she was prepared to accept Em would be different. Her main concern was how it would affect her in the next few days – she liked PJ and liked the freedom of being able to do what they wanted in his little flat. Having his sister around was likely to cramp her style. 'So what about me?' she asked. 

'You?' PJ looked at her in surprise. 'What about you?'

'Will you still want me around here? The flat is so small...I imagine you don't want your sister listening -'

'I don't care about that,' PJ said emphatically. 'This is my house and Em's got to put up with it. If she doesn't like it she can leave.' He considered the girl next to him. 'Aside from that, she might learn a little.' 

Suzy laughed. She knew she didn't hold back when she was cumming, and she didn't care much. She was pleased by the thought that the next few days weren't going to change anything...so they'd have to use the bedroom all the time but that was OK, and it would give some welcome variety when his sister left and they could use the rest of the flat to fuck around in. Suzy had some interesting ideas for the bathroom and the laundry, but she was happy to wait. 

'So when are you picking her up?' she asked. 

'Lunchtime. I'll drop her off here and then I've got swimming training at the aquatic centre. I should be home about five if you want to come around then.'

 No, Suzy thought.  I'll come around a bit earlier and see what your little sister is all about. 

*

Em was waiting on the steps to the house when PJ pulled up in his car. The sun was out and the sky was blue and it was warm, and she wore a simple dress of buttercup yellow that barely covered her butt. Her heart gave a little twist at seeing him again and she threw her arms around his neck. 

'Hey, PJ!' she was smiling up at his face and he saw the sparkle of sunlight in her clear blue eyes and his belly did a little flip. He and Em had always been close and he had missed her cheerful little face. 

'Hey, Em! Is Mum at home?'

'Yep. In the kitchen.' She hooked her arm through his and they walked into the house together. 'She's hoping you'll stay for lunch.'

'I can't,' he said. 'I'm doing training at two and I have to make sure the pool is set up right. Are you OK to leave in about ten?'

'Sure. I don't have much to take.' She looked up at his face and laughed again at the thought that he was going to be around for the next five days. 

PJ kissed his mother on the cheek and sat at the kitchen table for a slice of her walnut cake. She fussed around him, telling him all the things that mothers do when their children are going to be left alone, including all the dire warnings.

'Remember that Emily can't hold her alcohol,' she said. 'Don't let her drink too much.'

PJ glanced at his sister with a twinkle in his eye. He knew that Em didn't drink much anyway. 'So how much is too much, Mum?'

'Enough to be silly, so that's one drink.'

'Right. No booze. And what about boyfriends?' he asked. 'Is she allowed to see any?'

'Not after ten.'

'OK. Curfew at ten.' He ticked off an imaginary list on his fingers. 'And what about -'

Em coughed loudly. 'Hello! Does anyone know I'm listening to this? I'm over eighteen now...I can legally drink, drive, vote, have sex and go to prison, and nothing you two can do can change that.'

'None of which are good for you, girl,' her mother said. She turned to PJ. 'And don't let her drive your car...she's put mine in the repair shop for a month.'

'Not my fault,' Em said. 'Dad moved the gatepost and I didn't see it.'

Janice Symonds shook her head. 'That gatepost has been there for the last hundred years, Emily. It was your bad driving that did it.' 

Em decided to keep quiet. She'd been texting at the time of the accident but she didn't feel it would be useful to explain that...besides, she knew where her mother hid the keys. She could always borrow it if she needed wheels. 

PJ ate the last morsel of cake and brushed the crumbs off his shirt. 'Well, we'd better be off, Em.' He turned to his mother. 'And you have a wonderful holiday, y'hear? And don't worry!'

'As if,' his mother said as they embraced. 'I know that she'll get up to something, so all I ask is that you minimise the damage.'

They set off back to PJ's flat. Em was in the front passenger seat with her feet on the dashboard and he was having difficulty keeping his eyes on the road. He'd tried not to think of his sister that way, but it was difficult not to.

'So what's this new girl like?' she asked. 

'How do you know I've got a new girl?'

'Ah, well, I thought I heard someone on the phone yesterday.' She smiled at him, her teeth very white. 'I'm right, aren't I? You've found someone special?'

PJ shook his head. 'I don't know if I'd call her special. It's a bit early to say.'

'But you're getting heaps from her.' A statement rather than a question.

'That's none of your business, Miss Perv.'

Em laughed. 'It sounded like it on the phone yesterday. You were grunting and she was slurping. Besides, if I'm in the room next door I need to know whether to bring ear plugs or not.' She contemplated the road for a few moments. 'Is she coming around while I'm there?' she asked. 'I want to meet her.'

'Sure. You'll get to see her tonight...Suzy. Her name is Suzy.'

'That's a hooker's name,' Em said. 'She's a hooker, isn't she, which explains how you found her so quickly. How can you afford a hooker?'

'She's not a hooker. ...she works in the local Real Estate Agent. I met her when I was applying for a loan.' His eyes roamed over his sister's legs again, lingering over their shape and texture. The hem of her little yellow dress was rucked around her lap and he fancied he could see her little white panties peeping out. Not for the first time he realised that his sister was an extremely sexy girl.

'Well, there you go then,' Em said triumphantly. 'She's from LJ Hooker! She  is a hooker then.' 

PJ laughed. 'Well, I guess you're right. You can tell her that when you meet. Suzy gives as good as she gets, though, so if you tell her she's a call girl you can stand by for a mouthful.' He pulled up outside the house. 'I'm going to head off right now, so let yourself in. You're sleeping on the floor in the study.' He handed her a set of keys. 'I'll be back around five and we'll have take-away tonight, my shout. After today we take turns cooking...I can't afford to eat out every night.'

'Thanks, Bro.' She unclipped her seat belt and leaned over, her lips soft on his cheek. 'We'll have fun, eh?'




See Emily Play



'Sure. Don't forget your bag.' He watched while she hoisted her bag out and shut the door, and he left her standing on the front doorstep. 

It took Emily about four seconds to unpack: she simply upended her bag by the side of the bed. Her chores done she looked around the little room: a computer desk and chair, a table lamp on the floor next to the single mattress and a cupboard in the corner were the only furniture. The window was small and overlooked what appeared to be a neighbour's bedroom and she made a mental note to watch it from time to time to see who was living there and what they did. 

The flat was tiny: a bathroom and toilet opposite her room, a small laundry with a washing machine and drier, and a kitchen, lounge and the other bedroom. She could see he had expended effort to make it homely – there were pictures on the walls and potted plants on the window sills, and it was clean and tidy. She opened the sliding door to the little balcony and looked out to the south: the street was directly below and a park opposite, giving a pleasant outlook, but there was nothing else of interest so she turned her attention to PJ's bedroom. 

It was much larger than hers with a queen sized bed dominating most of the floor. She saw at once a woman had been here: there was a lipstick and a jar of face cream on a bedside table and a lingering fragrance of perfume on the nearby pillow. She slid open the bedside drawers, touching nothing but seeing everything, and checked the wardrobe where her brother's clothes hung, but there was nothing of interest. 

Em sat on the edge of the bed and thought about what she'd found, and what she hadn't found. The girlfriend came around often enough to care about the appearance of the flat, for she had left flowers in the lounge and candles either side of the bed; but there were none of her clothes in the closet so she hadn't moved in. There were no condoms in the drawers either, so she was probably on the pill; and no nightie so she slept naked - or perhaps she didn't sleep...perhaps this was only a bed for fucking. She imagined them rutting on the cream coloured bedspread, their bodies illuminated by the flickering candles and their moans of satisfaction echoing from the four walls. Her room was less than three paces away, separated only by a thin internal wall, and she wondered how she would cope. 

Em rose to her feet, smoothed down the covers and closed the bedroom door. She'd been looking forward to reconnecting with her brother, and now it seemed there was now another person in his life. She wondered what Suzy looked like and whether he was serious about her, and with a sudden slide of disappointment realised that it didn't matter. If the choice was between hanging out with her or fucking his bimbo it was no contest. It looked like it was going to be a long few days.

*

Em was watching an old movie when the door opened. She looked up, expecting to see her brother but the face that appeared was that of a dark haired woman. 

She set her car keys on the nearby table and held out her hand. 'You must be Emily,' she said. I've heard a lot about you.'

'And you must be Suzy. I've heard you, too...uh, I mean, I've heard  about you.'

Suzy smiled at the little faux pas but said nothing about it. She held out a decorative gift bag. 'I've bought you a little welcome present,' she explained. 'It's difficult buying something for someone you don't know, so I hope you like it.'

Em took the proffered gift in some confusion. She hadn't expected this and didn't have anything to give her in return. 'I – well, thank you. I'm afraid I don't have -'

'No need.' Suzy smiled at the girl. PJ's sister was much smaller than she had imagined: perhaps only five four or five, but was very attractive. She could see what PJ had meant about her shyness though – even in the first seconds of meeting her Suzy sensed her solitude, but she also had an open, honest face.

'Look – don't open it now,' she said. 'I just dropped in to say hi. PJ won't be home for an hour or two so why don't we go and have a drink?'

'Sure.' Em nodded. 'I'll get my bag.'

They sat in the beer garden of the local bar, drinking wine. At first the conversation was a little stilted but the drinks and the warm evening sunshine soon worked, and they spoke more freely.

'So how long have you two been an item?' Em asked shyly.

'A week or so. PJ dropped into the office to ask about something...I was on the front desk and we sort of hit it off, and so here I am. He's turned out to be everything I like, so far.'

Em smiled. 'I guess it is difficult when you first meet someone. I've known PJ all my life and apart from his weird cross dressing habit he's a good guy.'

'Cross dressing?' Suzy looked startled.

'Sure. You mean to say you haven't noticed?'

'I -' Suzy glanced at Em's face, and realised she was joking. 'I have,' she said. 'In fact he borrows my clothes all the time.' She regarded the younger girl: it was clear she had a quirky sense of humour. 'So have you checked out the flat?' she asked, and smiled at Em's sudden confusion. 'Hey, it's no big deal - I would have done the same. It's just a way of finding out a bit about someone before meeting them. Did you look?' 

'Sure – it took all of two minutes.'

'Yeah, it's not big, is it? So what did you find out about me?' 

Em knew that if their roles were reversed Suzy would have checked out the clues as well, and she was finding it easy to speak to her anyway. 'That you haven't moved in yet, you sleep on the left side of the bed, you like to keep a tidy house, you're on the pill and you like adventurous sex.'

'Wow!' Suzy was impressed. 'Well, you got all that right, but how did you figure out the last bit? There's no chandeliers to swing from and I'm sure we hid the bondage kit.'

'I heard you on the phone yesterday...you weren't speaking much because you had your mouth full.'

Suzy laughed. 'He wasn't going to answer the phone, but I asked him to. I like stuff like that - you know, trying to shock people a bit. You weren't offended, were you?'

'Not at all. Actually, it sort of turned me on.'

'Well, that's good.' Suzy sat back in her chair. 'You know, I'll admit I was worried when I heard you were coming to stay – I imagined a spoiled thin lipped little bitch who would cramp our style for the next two weeks, but you're not like that at all.'

'You hardly know me. I could take after my mother.'

'Does she have thin lips, then?'

Em laughed 'Not especially, but she's – well, shall we say...protective of her children. You must have noticed how often she rings PJ? Twice a day at least and three on Sundays, worrying about what he eats and how he's coping and whether he's getting enough sleep. If she knew you were around she'd have you to dinner in a heartbeat so she could check you out. If she heard you giving her precious little boy head she'd take out a contract on you.'

'Thanks for the warning.' Suzy drained the last of her drink. 'You want another?'

'Sure.' Em watched in silence while her glass was filled, and she looked around. 'This is nice, here. Why don't you ring PJ and ask him to meet us?'

'I thought it would be good to get to know each other first. So do you have a guy?'

'Sure.' Em lied. 'He's away at the moment in Europe, so I haven't seen him for a while.'

'Tell me about him.'

'Not much to tell. About six foot, well built, dark brown hair – good body -'

'Sounds just like your brother.'

Em realised that Suzy was right: she  had been describing PJ without any conscious effort to do so. She felt herself blushing and wondered if the other woman had noticed. 'Well, I guess he is, a bit,' she said. 'That's a coincidence, isn't it?'

'Sure,' Suzy agreed. 'So how long has he been gone for?'

'Uh – a week or two.'

Suzy nodded. She was reasonably certain that Em wasn't sexually active, which probably meant that she didn't have a guy at all. Her shyness hid a lot of things but it couldn't hide the vibes that women have when they are getting it regularly. Something to do with endorphins, she'd heard. She wondered if Em was actually gay and felt a twinge of excitement at the thought. Having little Emily Symonds sitting on your face with her hour-glass figure and tight little butt was definitely an interesting thought. 

'So what's he like in bed?' Suzy asked.

Emily met her eyes. She could see that the woman didn't believe her, but was too caught up in the lie to wriggle out of it. 'Uh – pretty good. Not that I have a lot to compare him with, you know.' She gave a little self-conscious giggle. 'What about you?'

'Me? Well, I'm doing OK, thank you. PJ is above average...although he could be a bit more adventurous. Still, I guess most guys are like that, aren't they? You know, happy to poke it in and wriggle it around a bit, when there's  soooo much more to do.' Em could see she was warming to the subject. 'The best lovers I ever had were women. They  really know which buttons to press...singly and together.' Lucy was silent for a few moments, her mind on Toni Petersen and Katrina Roland and their talented little tongues. 'Have you ever -?'

'Oh, no! Uh, not yet.'

'You should try it sometime,' Suzy said. 'It doesn't mean you're a Les or anything – it's just something different.'

'Does PJ know – uh, you know, that you're um, bi?' Em asked. She could see the dark ring of Suzy's irises, almost black in the dappled shade of the garden, and for a moment she was reminded of the expressionless orbs of a shark circling its prey. 

Suzy smiled into the girls face. 'Oh, I wouldn't say I'm bi,' she said. 'I just like the variety from time to time. And no, PJ doesn't know...yet. I'm hoping to introduce him to a friend of mine when the time comes, but I'm just not sure yet if he's ready. He's sort of into me at the moment, if you'll excuse the pun.' She laughed. 'Anyway, enough about that! You must think I'm dreadful, talking about sex with your brother.'

'No, no, not at all,' Em denied. It was true, too, she wasn't the least bit shocked or put out. Suzy seemed so much more sophisticated and worldly than her and yet was probably only a year or two older. She suddenly realised there was so much out there she hadn't done, and she hadn't even known she was missing it. 'I like listening to you.'

'You're very kind,' Suzy said. 'Now, let's talk about something else – have you left school yet?'

They spent the next hour chatting about work and hobbies and movies, and then walked home together, each thinking of the other. Emily found herself wishing she could be just like Suzy, full of excitement and adventure and brimming with confidence; and Suzy imagined taking her new friend to bed and what she would do to her delicious little body though a long, long night of pleasure. 

*

That night Em lay in bed and listened to her brother making love. 

It started with a low murmur of voices but it was obvious what they were doing. Em strained to hear the whispered sounds and her imagination filled in the periods of silence: Suzy naked, her body smooth and tanned and her firm breasts with those amazing thick nipples she had seen thrusting against her dress. Perhaps she was lying on her side with one leg hooked over PJs waist and their faces pressed together. 

'Ah, ah, that's nice.' Em could hear Suzy's higher pitched voice more clearly now. 'Put it in,' she whispered and there was a soft giggle followed by a groan. 

Em heard the mattress protest as they moved. She pictured her brother's cock sliding into Suzy's body, slick and shiny with her juices, and she heard the rhythmic squeaking of the bedsprings as he began to thrust. Maybe he was on top now, with her long legs wrapped around him...or were they doing something different? Perhaps she was kneeling to take him from behind, or perhaps  she  was on top, riding the thick root of his shaft. The images of their coupling flashed through her mind like a porno flick and Em felt her own juices start to flow, and her fingers crept down to the tight crease of her pussy.

The squeaking became more frenetic and she heard Suzy whispering again. 'Easy, easy,' she said. 'Ah, yes. Just there...slowly, slowly...ah, that's right,' and she gave a tremulous little groan. 'That's just right, PJ....it's deep....I can feel it right up inside me,' and then another sigh. 

Em buried her fingers in her pussy and began to frig in earnest. The thought of her brother fucking Suzy not five paces from her was a far bigger turn on than any movie she had watched, and her level of excitement spiraled quickly. She spread her legs wide and thrust her finger back and forth into her wet canal in cadence with the squeaking springs, and imagined it was a cock. She envisaged it sliding into her body, and how her tight little vulva would grip the shining shaft as the head reached up towards her belly; and she heard the rhythmic squishing of her pussy adding to the orchestra of noises coming from next door. Every sound they made was clear now: the words and sighs and groans, and the soft slap of wet flesh upon wet flesh. It was almost as if they  wanted her to hear – to be drawn into a sort of virtual threesome where only a thin wall and three short paces separated them, and so Em lay on her mattress and listened with a racing heart, and her legs were stretched open and her pussy soaking wet. 

Twice the rising tide of her orgasm swept into her brain and twice she held it back, her hands clear of her pussy and her breath gasping in her lungs: and then the squeaking bedsprings fuelled her lust and her fingers crept back to the moist entrance to her body, and she groaned at the thought of the delicious images flashing through her mind. 

At last she heard the whispered command. 'Cum into me.' It was Suzy's voice, full of need. 'I want you to cum into me.'

'I will, I will.' PJ's reply was hoarse. There was a period of silence save only for the bedsprings, faster now as he reached towards his climax, and then a low moan and his voice again, tight with passion. 'It's close...Suzy...uh, its cumming...it's cumming... I can't stop it – ah, ah. Fuck!' 

The rhythmic squeaking stopped abruptly and Em heard shuddering gasps as her brother emptied his twitching balls into the girl. She pictured his seed splashing into Suzy's channel, thick and white and creamy; and she imagined the expression on her face as she absorbed it, her limbs straining to vacuum every drop of her lover's sperm into her body. The image was enough to trigger her own orgasm and the sound of a rushing wind filled her head and a sudden spurt of moisture soaked her fingers. Through the grainy half vision and tumbling wind of shadow and light she heard her own voice crying out, shrill and uncontrolled, on and on and on as the pleasure seized her, and the sounds echoed in the empty little room in which she writhed. 

And afterwards, as the sweat was cooling on her body, she heard the soft laughs from next door and the murmuring of lovers sated, and she wished she were just like them. 

*

Em woke to the sound of the door opening and she opened her eyes to see Suzy crouching on the floor beside the mattress. 

'I hope we didn't disturb you too much last night,' she said, and there was laughter in her eyes. 

Em shook her head. 'Uh, well, no.'

Suzy smiled. 'That's good.' She regarded the girl for a few moments. The sheet was pulled up to her chin but she could see the outline of her body beneath it with its hills and valleys and warm curves. In the morning sun her eyes were very blue, and within them was an expression of loneliness. 

'I'm working this morning,' she continued. 'But I wondered if we could catch up for lunch...just the two of us. Would you like that?'

'Oh, yes please.'

'Right. The same place as yesterday, then...say at twelve thirty?'

'I'll be there.'

Suzy examined her for a second longer, and then she bent forward and pressed her lips to Em's. For a moment the younger girl was too surprised to do anything: she simply lay there with her eyes open; and then she felt how soft Suzy's lips were and in a sudden rush she understood that this was not a simple goodbye kiss but a sensual one, and her mouth opened in supplication. She reached up and put her arms around Suzy's neck and her senses were swamped by the softness of her skin and the perfume of her hair, and her heart started racing. 

For a long moment their lips were joined, and then Suzy stood back. She looked down at Em and smiled. 'I'll see you later,' she said, and with a soft chuckle she turned away and was gone. 

*

Suzanne Amelia Jennings was born in 1990 in a small country town in central New South Wales. Her father was the national sales manager for a big agricultural products firm, a job which took him away for long periods of time and gave him the opportunity to meet other women on the road, a fact that didn't escape his long suffering wife. Any affection in the marriage quickly dried up, but the children were raised in a loving environment due entirely to their mother. 

Suzy left home after school to find work in the city and soon found a lifestyle she had never dreamed of in the sleepy little town she left behind. She found shared accommodation with two older girls who quickly introduced her to alcohol, parties and sex, in that order – an infinitely satisfying arrangement because they shared everything, including boyfriends and themselves, sometimes singly and sometimes together. For the first two weeks Suzy lived in a state of constant amazement, but she quickly discovered a penchant for enjoying herself both in and out of bed, and by the time the first month was over she wondered how she had ever survived in her previous life. There was a constant supply of young energetic men who sought no commitment and, on the odd occasions the supply dried up or she got bored there was always her two flatmates, Toni and Katrina, ready to lift up the sheets and give access to their warm and perfumed bodies. 

Sex with other women was not her preference, although she always enjoyed the experience when either one or both of her friends invited her to bed. She much preferred men, however, and therefore didn't solicit other girls: so she found it surprising that she was turned on so much by Em. What was it about her that made her so attractive?

Suzy pondered the question as she drove to work and decided it was a combination of factors rather than just one. Em's body was petite but was as beautifully proportioned as if it has been fashioned by a sculptor. Suzy had studied her ass pressing against the little yellow dress and not even the obvious panty-line could hide the smooth perfection of those tight little cheeks. She thought about what lay between them, and how young and tight it would be, and she found herself licking her lips in anticipation. 

But it was more than just a nice ass: Em's waist was trim and her breasts small and firm, with enormous nipples that threatened to poke holes in the fabric of her dress; and her neck was...well, amazing. Suzy was into long necks and Em's was both long and slender and set upon perfect shoulders with an incredible bone structure. And if that wasn't enough, Suzy thought, there was her face: as sweet and innocent as a baby rabbit's. The expression in those guileless blue eyes promised innocence and virtuosity that was quite in contrast to the orgasmic groans she had heard coming from her room last night. 

All in all, Suzy thought that although Em looked as innocent as a nun she was probably an accomplished little performer in bed - and she had never been with a woman. Her pulse quickened at the thought of teaching the girl new tricks and what they could do together; and whether PJ could be involved. The thought of being with a brother and sister in her bed was something quite new to her, and a sudden bloom of moisture at her crutch told her how exciting that would be. 




See Emily Play



And so she hurried into the office, anxious to get the morning over so she could begin. 

*

'So how long are you staying with PJ?' Suzy asked. The remains of the meal lay before them together with an empty bottle of wine. 

Em's eyes were bright with alcohol. 'Uh, another four days,' she said. 'If he can put up with me that long.'

'You seem to get along pretty well,' Suzy observed. She lifted the new bottle from the ice bucket and poured a liberal helping into the girl's glass. 'Better than most brothers and sisters.'

'Oh yes, we do. He's always been great.'

'So what's the problem with staying with him?'

Em picked up her glass and studied her new friend over the rim. Suzy was wearing a cream linen jacket and matching slacks offset by a crisp blue blouse, which she supposed was her corporate uniform. Either way, it looked stunning with her pale skin and dark hair. 'Well, nothing really,' she said 'It's just...well – I think I might be a little bit in the way – you know.'

Suzy smiled. 'If you're thinking that PJ and me resent you being there, don't. I know that he likes having you stay, even if he's really busy at work.' She regarded the girl and decided she had drunk enough to loosen her inhibitions. 'About last night -'

'I didn't mean to listen but it was hard not to, really... the flat is so small.'

'So what did you think?'

'Pardon?'

Suzy leaned forward, her eyes on Em's face. 'I mean, it must be difficult hearing your brother...fucking.' She let the word hang for a moment. 'So what did you think when you heard us? Where you embarrassed? Were you disgusted? What did you feel?'

Em remembered how her fingers had felt rummaging in her pussy and the growing tornado of pleasure that spiraled upwards to finally burst into most intense orgasm she had ever had, and the memory brought a sudden warmth to her belly. 'No,' she said, 'I wasn't any of those. I was...well, I felt excluded – you know, the two's company, three's a crowd thing.'

'That's a pretty old fashioned saying. There's nothing wrong with three being company.'

'I guess.' Em remembered the many porn flicks she had watched with threesomes: two girls and a guy or perhaps two guys and a girl. She liked watching them...liked the thought of having more than two hands touching you, of being penetrated by more than one thing at a time. 'I've never thought of that.'

'Or done it?' Suzy asked softly.

'No.' Em gave an embarrassed little chuckle. 'There's lots of things I haven't done.'

'So why don't you do some of them?'

'I...I'm frightened I might not like it, but by then it will be too late.'

Suzy sat back in her chair. 'You know, Em, I was just like you when I came to Sydney...young, and right out of the fleshpots of Candobalin. Do you know Candobalin?'

'No.'

'It's a little town west of Sydney...about six hours drive. The most exciting thing in town is the local museum, and that's shut five days a week.' She closed her eyes, remembering. 'Most of the local guys are farmers, or farmer's sons. Good, strapping lads...good for haymaking, if you know what I mean, but in those parts a fuck is as good as a promise to marry, and I was never cut out to be a farmer's wife.' She laughed briefly at the thought of being tied to the land for the rest of her life. 'And there is no other work there, so I came to Sydney as soon as I could...and do you know what I found?' 

Em shook her head. 'No. What?'

'I found a life.' Suzy laughed briefly. 'It was like...well, doing eighteen years on one planet developing all the right equipment and then suddenly being dropped onto another planet to use it. It was exciting, I can tell you, but I needed a bit of help - which was where Toni came in.' 

'So who was he?'

'She. Toni with an 'i'. She was my flatmate, together with a girl called Katrina. They were both Uni students, living on a pittance but full of life and fun, and they took the cunt of the country girl and showed her how to use it.' 

Em blinked at the language. 'So they were the ones who taught you – um, well, you know...'

'Yep. I was like you, Em...I thought Lesbians were all square-jawed middle aged women who wore sensible shoes and parted their hair down the middle. In fact we had one just like that in the bank in Candobalin...nice lady but she'd been in the sun so much her skin was like leather. It would have been like licking emery paper.' She paused and Em could see her mind going back to the early days when she was young, standing in the bank and laughing at the thought that women did that to each other. 'But Toni and Kat weren't like that,' she continued 'they were...well, just like you and me. Smart, young, pretty...and into guys, too, but when there wasn't one around they enjoyed each other...or me.'

Em had a sudden vision of Suzy lying on her back with her legs open and another girl eating her out, and she remembered the softness of her lips when she kissed her that morning. She felt the warmth in her tummy extend to her pussy, a dull ache that demanded attention. 'But weren't you – well, you know...embarrassed?' she asked. 'I mean, you might not have been wired for that stuff. What if you didn't like it?'

Suzy laughed. 'All it took was one kiss. It's much softer than when a guy does it, you know, and it promised that the rest of the action would be softer too – not that I mind a bit of hard sex, but I wanted to try something different.'

'And was it? Different, I mean.'

'Shit yeah! They laid me down and worked on me for an hour or so. I reckon I came about a gallon that day...little old me who'd never squirted before was suddenly gushing like a geyser. I never do that when a guy is doing me.' She regarded Em with bright eyes. 'On a scale of one to ten it was a twenty.'

Em met her eyes. The image that Suzy had painted was clear in her mind, and it turned her on. She could feel her heart beating fast and her pussy was drooling into her pants. 'So why do you still do it with guys if it's so good?' she asked.

'Because I like them, too.' Suzy explained. 'I'm not a hard core lesbian, but doing it with a chick is different. I like variety and sometimes a girl is exactly what you need.' She leaned forward over the table, her face close to Em's and lowered her voice. 'You'll know what I mean when you meet the one,' she whispered. 'You'll be sitting together talking or sharing a drink and you won't be able to take your eyes off her. You'll sense the heat in your belly and your pussy will be like a little furnace and you'll hardly be able to wait to get her home and get into her pants. And trust me, you'll know that she's ready too.' She sat back and looked at the younger girl and her eyes were bold. 'So here we are, Emily. What are you going to do? Give it a go, or walk away and spend the rest of your life wondering what you missed?' 

Em sat and gazed at her. Her pussy was like a furnace, hot and dribbling into her pants. She wanted Suzy with a fierce longing but she didn't know what to say, and was frightened of doing something that she would regret later. But Suzy was right...life was too short to be frightened and there would never be a better chance than this. 

'That kiss,' she whispered, and her voice was barely audible. 'The one this morning.'

'Yes?'

'I – well, I really liked it. It was like you said – you know, soft. I think -'

'I liked it too, Em,' Suzy said. She leaned forward and grasped the younger woman's arm and the skin was as smooth as warm satin under her touch. 'So do you want another one?' she asked, softly. 

Em nodded, her eyes on the table. 

'Well, let's go back to the flat.' She squeezed the girl's arm and let go. 'And we can do whatever you want, Em, and if you don't like it I'll stop.'

'What about PJ?' the girl whispered. 'Won't he be back soon?'

Suzy shook her head. 'He's in the city today,' she smiled. 'Not back till late. It's just you and me, kid.'

Em would always remember that walk back to the flat. Her heart was racing in her chest: boom, boom, boom, and the blood coursed through her arteries in wondrous synchronicity. It brought a clarity of awareness that seemed almost supernatural: Suzy's hand in hers, the skin damp with eagerness; the tremor of excitement in her voice, and the desperate grip of her fingers as if fearful that she would change her mind and flee.  I'm going to do it, Em thought. I'm going to have another woman. I'm going to suck her tits and eat her pussy and lick up her cum, and she'll do the same to me.  Part of her was crying out to stop, to take a deep breath and think about what she was doing, but the larger part was trembling with excitement. Her sex was slick with juices, seeping into her pants at the thought of what was to come, and although she was fearful she understood she could no more walk away than end her own life right there in the gutter of that quiet and empty street. 

It was cool in the flat. Suzy released her fingers and smiled. 'I need to go to the loo,' she whispered. 'Why don't you get yourself ready?'

Em stood in the doorway of PJ's bedroom and surveyed the bed. She remembered the sounds she had heard coming from this room only a few hours ago: the squeak of the bedsprings and her brother's gasps as he plunged his rampant cock into Suzy's tight little pussy: and now it was to be her pussy, too, to play with as she wished. She wondered if her brother's sperm was still inside it, and whether she would taste it when her tongue was buried inside and the thought brought a punch of excitement to her belly. PJ and Em - brother and sister, fucking the same girl. 

Em kicked off her sandals and undid the buttons of her dress with fumbling fingers, stepping out of it as it fluttered to the floor in a puddle of forget-me-not blue. Her breasts were bare and she cupped them briefly to lightly pinch the nibbles and then Suzy was there, treading the carpet on silent feet, and her fingers touched the little silk pants and curled under the firm cheeks to caress them lightly. 

'You're beautiful,' Suzy whispered. 'So beautiful, Em.'

'And you are too.' Em turned and lifted her face to the older woman, and their lips met. The contact was like a jolt of electricity through her body and she felt her pussy spasm to release more juice into her panties. God, I'm like a river. I must be soaked. 

Suzy lifted her lips from her lover's mouth and led her to the bed. 'Lie down,' she instructed. 'Close your eyes.' She watched as the younger girl stretched out and quickly shed her clothes before straddling Em's little body with her own. 'Keep your eyes shut,' she murmured and kissed her again. 

Without sight Em's other senses were on overload: she heard the soft rustle of Suzy's dress falling to the floor and felt the mattress compressing, and then the electric touch of Suzy's lips pressing to her own, and the slippery hardness of her tongue. Her mouth opened like a flower and she tasted the wine they had been drinking and the scent of Suzy's skin was sandalwood and jasmine. 

Em groaned softly into her lover's mouth and reached up to grasp her body. 'Be still,' Suzy instructed. She moved her face to nibble the girl's earlobe and the skin of her neck, her lips moving over the firm flesh as lightly as a shadow. There was trace of salt on her skin and the pungent bitterness of perfume where Em had dabbed it below her ears, and she heard the girl's breath rasping in her throat. Beneath the glossy skin she could feel the pitter-patter of the girl's heart, racing with excitement, and she could smell her excitement too: the warm musk of a young woman aroused. 

She loves it, she thought, and I'm her first.  Her lips moved over the heaving chest to the small breasts and their amazing nipples, and she latched onto one and teased it with her tongue. It was thick and rubbery and Suzy sucked it, feeling it stretch into her mouth and hearing Em's little sounds of pleasure. 

'Jesus, Suzy,' the girl whispered. 'Ah, ah...O God, that's good!' She grasped her lover's head and held it to her breast and her back arched. 'Fuck, ah fuck...ugh, suck it, that's right,' and she gave a sigh of contentment.

Suzy let go of the nipple and watched as it sprang free from her lips, thick with excitement and coated in a sheen of saliva. She pressed her mouth to Em's flat little belly and slid her lips towards the elastic of the tiny white panties. The scent of the girl's arousal was much stronger now, a sort of oily odour that coated the back of her throat and seduced her senses, drawing her tongue towards its source like a magnet. She pressed her lips to the wet material and dabbed her tongue against it to force the fabric between the lips, and was rewarded by a loud moan.

Em's voice was gusty and broken. 'Ah...ah,' she whispered. 'That's it! Push it in....push it in!' Her fingers fluttered in Suzy's hair like broken birds and the flat plain of her belly contracted with the delicious sensation.

Suzy pulled aside the gusset of Em's pants and regarded her pussy. It was swollen, the outer lips fat and pink and bathed in a sheen of silver juice. She could see into the girl's body, the flesh a delicate pink with a lustre like mother-of-pearl. A trickle of translucent juice dribbled from between the inner lips and hung like a semi precious stone at their threshold, and she dipped her face to capture it before leaning back to savour its oily texture. The taste spurred a sudden surge of lust and she bent again and inserted her tongue between the fat wet lips and scooped more juice into her mouth. 

Em's head thrashed from side to side and a low moan burst from her lips. She had watched girls doing it on the porn sites but nothing had prepared her for the waves of raw pleasure surging through her body. She grasped her knees and lifted them to better expose herself and her torso rotated to thrust her quivering cunt harder against Suzy's mouth. The movement squeezed out more juice and for a moment Suzy thought the girl was squirting, but this cream was thicker than cum juice. It smeared over her chin and cheeks and it was fresh and delicious. 

Suzy held the girl's thighs and bent to her task with gusto. She laid the flat of her tongue against the tiny crimped anus and drew it upwards over the bridge between the two holes and then over the fat, weeping lips, the tip pressing against the girl's clitoris with each stroke. She remembered the things that Toni and Kat did: how their little pointed tongues ploughed into her own furrow, and she curled her tongue to do the same. It scooped out Em's cream and channeled it into her mouth where it gathered as thick as custard before dribbling down her throat. She's so wet,  Suzy thought. Wetter than Toni and Kat. Wetter even than me.  She wondered if the girl would squirt and her cunt contracted at the thought. 

Em was in heaven. Each long stroke of Suzy's tongue raised her arousal one level, like a ratchet lifting a vast plain of unimaginable pleasure into the sky, clicking higher and higher. Her heart was racing, racing, thudding in her chest and her little body jolted and thrashed under the relentless onslaught of Suzy's mouth. Up and up, impossibly higher. She could feel how Suzy's tongue curled into her wet, twitching flesh, and her anus crimping as if it were trying to capture the slippery intruder. Up and up she climbed, into the blue-grey stratosphere where the air was thin; up and up, her breath rasping in her lungs and the light fading into a grainy darkness shot through with bright pinpricks of swirling pleasure... and then she was there - balanced on a pinnacle in a black void where everything had stopped except for the frantic beating of her heart and the lapping, lapping tongue sliding over her cunt. 

The crashing release of her orgasm surged through Em's body and she shrieked with the intensity of it. Her pussy contracted violently and a jet of fluid was forced from her body to splatter against Suzy's restless lips. Wave after wave followed, like surf breaking on the black rocks of a reef - a creaming, swirling maelstrom of pleasure that shook her body as if it were a doll, and her limbs jerked and shuddered like those of an epileptic. She could hear someone wailing in the background - a thin scream as if they were in pain, and part of her knew it was her voice, but she could not stop. She was aware of gripping Suzy's head, too, mashing it hard against her thrumming cunt as if to force her nose and mouth and lips inside her body: and still it went on, a churning, irrepressible force of such magnitude that she thought her heart might explode. 

And at last the storm subsided and the crashing waves grew still and calm. Em opened her eyes and found the world was still there, just as it had been before: her brother's room and the bed and the dresser – and Suzy too, smiling from between the open thighs with her face smeared in her juice. She crawled up the bed to lie beside the girl, and touched her lips. 

'Sounded like a good one, Em,' Suzy whispered, and she leaned forward and kissed her. 'Now, when you're ready we'll start with lesson two.'

*

PJ pushed opened the door to the flat, his keys in his mouth and his hands full of shopping. Suzy was sitting on the lounge sofa and she looked up as he entered.

'Hey,' she greeted him. 'How was your day?'

'Good, I guess.' He set the bags down on the kitchen bench. 'Well, as much as any trip to the city is good.' He regarded her. 'I didn't expect you until later.'

Suzy shrugged. 'Em needed a bit of help finding her way around town and I took some time off work.'

'That was kind.' He leaned forward and kissed her. 'Where is she?'

'In the bathroom.'

'It's nice to see you guys getting on. I told you you'd like her.'

Suzy smiled up at him. Yesterday she would have agreed that she liked Em, but now ...well, she wasn't sure if it was an adequate word. After a couple of lessons the girl had proven to be the most adept little licker she'd ever experienced. She recalled the seemingly unending stream of mind shattering orgasms they had given each other and her toes curled at the thought. 'Like' just wasn't the right word.

'She's a great kid,' she replied. 'I'll be sorry when she goes.'

'Me too. I feel bad I haven't been able to spend more time with her.'

'There's still time,' Suzy said. She glanced down the corridor to check the bathroom door was still closed. 'She's very attractive. How come she doesn't have a guy yet?'

PJ shrugged. 'Dunno, really. She went out with a guy a couple of times and then seemed to go right off the whole idea. She seems happy to spend her time at home, mostly.' He strolled into the kitchen. 'Do you want a beer?'

'Sure – thanks.' Suzy watched as he fetched two bottles and flopped down beside her. 'I guess there's time. How old is she, anyway?

'Nineteen last April.'

Suzy was surprised. Em certainly didn't look that old, but the small stature and baby face gave an impression of extreme youth. 'Is she gay, do you think?' she asked. 

'Nah. I've not noticed any particular girlfriends. I think she's just shy.'

'She doesn't seem shy with me. Do you think she's hot?'

PJ took a swig from the bottle and laughed. 'Christ, Suzy! What sort of question is that? She's my sister!'

'Well you're a guy and I just wondered if you find her attractive, that's all.'

'Sure. If I wasn't her bro and didn't have you, I'd want her.'

'Good answer.' Suzy rolled over the sofa and cuddled up against him. 'So you fancy your sister...that's really naughty,' she murmured. 'You'll have to tell me all about it.'

PJ knew her well enough to know there was a game involved. 'So what do I get in return?' he asked. He put the bottle to his lips and drank another mouthful. 'What's in it for me?'




See Emily Play



I'd like to describe something that happened many years ago at the start of my college career. Something I did. People will probably end up hating me when they hear about it, but I want to tell the story anyway. It's rather erotic in my opinion. I still think that, even now I'm older and more mature and wouldn't carry on the way I did back in those days.

Here we go:

***

I was just turned 19 when I went to university and excited about it. It's something I've been looking forward to for ages. Ok, I've had to give the kiss off to my hometown boyfriend Mark, but that wasn't so tough. I'd been cheating on him like a slut anyway. I was sex mad at that age. LOL. 

On the first day the freshers are paired for accommodation and I get roomed up with a girl called Petra. She's a bit older than me, but she seems alright, and we draw a nice bedsit with kitchenette and bathroom. There's two double beds, same size therefore no need for arguments, and the bathroom is actually ok, although it's nothing on the palatial one I'm used to at my parent's place. I'd probably rather not be sharing a bedroom, sure, but I'm happy enough. Could have been a lot worse.

The first few days are great, a whirlwind of activity, most of it social. I meet tons of people. Some of the male students around the place are pretty hot and I've already got my eye on a couple of them. I think they might have their eye on me too!

Petra I don't spend that much time with even though she's my roommate, but we have a few 'getting to know you' chats and I find out that she's actually 23. She's starting college later than most people, basically because she's had to work and save up the money to do it. Taken her nearly 5 years. Amazing. No way could I have done that. If daddy wasn't paying for this (plus a nice allowance on top) I just wouldn't be here. Still, takes all sorts. 

Thursday of the second week is the first time I find myself bored and at a loose end. Me and Petra are both dossing around in the room doing not very much, I'm painting my nails and she's on her bed reading a book. 

Like I say, I'm bored, and on a whim I invite Petra to get the bus off campus and hit the town with me. She takes a little persuading, Petra is not what you'd call a party animal, but I really press the point, kinda bully her almost, and she ends up saying ok and so we get ready and we go for it.

***

We find this bar that has a cool vibe and I say to Petra to go get the drinks while I grab us a table. I spot a good one over by the wall, a small circular table with two stools, and I settle myself on the far side so I'm facing the main bar area. 

Petra waddles back from getting our drinks, large glass of chardonnay each, and joins me. The way I've arranged things means she has to sit opposite me, facing the wall.

"Jesus, I thought you'd gotten lost or something," I say, a reference to the amount of time it's taken her to get served. Not as if the place is heaving. It's not even 8 o'clock yet. 

"Sorry, Em," she says. "Couldn't seem to get anyone's attention."

"You need to try being a little louder, sweetie," I tell her.

Probably pointless me saying this. Petra is one of those kinda meek individuals you sometimes meet. She's clever and stuff, no doubt about that, but she's a bit short on self-confidence. Just the way she is. Perhaps it's because she's not pretty.

We chat for a while about nothing much, which is fine by me, I'm not in the mood for deep conversation, but before long Petra starts droning on again about her non-existent love life. Yawn. This is pretty tedious to listen to even if you haven't heard it before, as I have. Several times.

I'm not surprised my roommate has problems in this area. I said she wasn't pretty and that's being kind. Petra is short and seriously overweight and she has the sort of face that tends to be described in polite circles as 'plain'. But I keep that thought to myself, obviously, and I pretend to sympathize like usual when she harps on about this particular subject. Meanwhile I subtly check out the cute guy rating for the place we're in. LOL. 

It's medium to high. There are quite a few.

"C'mon, fuck's sake, cheer up!" I tell her, eventually. I'm becoming a little irritated with Petra. I'm out for a good time tonight.

Petra says sorry but that it's just so depressing never getting anywhere with guys.

"Yeah, guess it must be," I sigh.

She's looking at me plaintively. "It's ok for you, Emily. You have to fight them off."

I smile and shake my head but what Petra has said happens to be true. Because let's screw any false modesty crap, I was at the front of the queue when the female attributes were being doled out. Think five six, pretty face, great hair, flawless complexion, fabulous figure, and you more or less have it. I'm hot.

And so, yes, I do get an awful lot of attention from the opposite sex. It's what tends to happen to girls like me. 

When you're like Petra, on the other hand, I'm sure it's a different story. It must be pretty much impossible to attract a man. What about personality, I hear you say. Yeah, what about it. If you're a guy, sure, that can make a difference. But a girl who has zilch going on in the looks department, she's gonna struggle.

Cruel, yes, but it's how the world works. The pretty girls have all the fun. And to be 100% honest, being one myself, I'm glad it does work like that. 

I mean, I get men falling for me left right and centre and I absolutely love it!

I gaze at Petra. She's made an effort tonight, with clothes and makeup and stuff, but somehow this only makes her basic lack of physical appeal kinda more obvious and sad. I've made less effort and look a million times more alluring. So unfair. LOL.

"You'll meet someone soon enough," I say to her, soothingly. The opposite of what I'm actually thinking.

"Will I?" she frowns.

"Yeah, sure you will."

"Doubt it."

"Who knows, we might even get lucky tonight!"

Petra's narrow mouth twitches. She takes a swig of her wine and gingerly twists around so that she can check out the scene. 

I scout around the bar too (much easier for me because I'm facing the action) and things are pretty much as I expect. Plenty of looks from men are bleeding in our direction and the appreciation is exclusively for moi. The only looks aimed at the back of dumpy frumpy little Petra are derisory and sort of curious. People are probably wondering how on earth a girl like her gets to hang out with me. LOL.

Ok newsflash, so I'm a bit of a bitch, and yeah I'm getting off on the idea of people here thinking like that. Especially the guys. I like how Petra is no competition. 

Better than that, I'm smugly aware that socializing with her is making me look even more slim and pretty and desirable tonight. And the reverse, of course. Petra must be painfully conscious of the contrast between us. She must be feeling spectacularly unattractive and inferior sat in a bar like this with me. Yeah, she must be. The thought gives me a bitchy little kick. 

I confess that this rather appealing scenario did cross my mind when I suggested that we go out together this evening. LOL.

Thing is, I could have gone out on my own and had fun, sure I could, but that can appear kinda slutty. Much better to have Petra tagging along as my unappealing little stooge. That's why I put all the effort earlier into persuading her.

I fix her with a penetrating smirky grin. Petra tries returning it but it's forced. She's seen the way the men in here are looking at me.

"Yes, I'm feeling optimistic about this place," I go on. "Tons of nice looking guys in here! Don't tell me you haven't noticed."

"Dunno," she mumbles.

LOL. Should I keep playing with the poor thing?

Mmm, I think I will. It's rather fun.

"Especially with you in that fabulous dress!" I say.

Petra gives a tight smile. She does have a nice dress on but we both know she doesn't look remotely sexy in it. 

Me on the other hand: stressed denim mini, bare legs, little cotton top, no bra, open sandals, pedicure, you get the picture. Pricktease. LOL. 

"And your hair's looking good too," I tell her, giggling inwardly at what a blatant lie that is. OMG I'm such a bitch.

Petra shrugs and falls silent. She suspects I'm making fun of her but she can't get all upset at me without coming across like a grumpy humourless cow. 

I resist the urge to continue patronizing the poor girl. I'm thoroughly enjoying dishing out the sly mockery but I don't want to overdo it. She is my roommate. 

Plus I don't want her running out on me. That would kinda defeat the object. 

I survey the surroundings again, at my leisure this time, and assess how many men are giving me the eye. It's well into double digits. Yeah, I'm generating a heap of palpable male excitement in this place. So what's new. LOL. 

I take a few moments to just luxuriate in the effect I'm having. Bask in the adoration. As usual I'm experiencing a satisfying surge of power being the object of such desire. 

And as usual I want to use and abuse it. 

So I decide to fool around a little.

I resume chatting in desultory fashion to stooge Petra but at the same time I start playing the temptress for the guys that are watching me. 

I flick my eyes around the bar, make with the sultry pout, tossing of hair, licking of lips, suggestive stroking of my wine glass, all that sort of stuff. 

I shift my stool a little, angle myself away from the table, and make an erotic production of crossing and re-crossing my legs in my short skirt, tantalizing all the men in eye-shot with lots of silky thigh, and then I slowly loosen a sandal and dangle it enticingly on my toes. 

When I get animated (which I make sure to do from time to time) the skimpy top I'm wearing struggles to contain my full firm breasts. It has these spaghetti straps which keep sliding down my shoulders, causing things to get a bit loose up there and some careless peek-a-boo with my jugs. No nipple (hey I'm not a tart!) but it comes pretty close to that sometimes. I pull the straps back up periodically, course I do, but not in a hurry. LOL. 

Couple of times I'm really bad and do a prolonged and leisurely arm stretch in my seat, hands behind and above my head. This means two things. Tits straining hard against thin cotton, and sexy bare belly revealed as bottom edge of top rises up. I know the effect this position will be having on the male members of the audience and I make sure to hold it for several seconds.

Yep, I'm very much preening for the boys.

I keep glancing around the place to check on reaction to my teasing and OMG it's a scream. Guys are mesmerized. Tongues are hanging out. The saddo middle-aged geezer sat on his own nearby is almost salivating. LOL!

(Have to admit I used to love tormenting these desperate older types. Men like that are the perfect victims to tease. It drives them fucking insane when you do it. And that's not even the best part. The best part is how you know, you just know, that the sight of you in your short clingy dress, or your crop top and sprayed on jeans, or whatever incendiary little outfit you happen to be wearing that day, will stay fresh in their fucked up heads and still be torturing them for a long long time afterwards. LOL.)

Like I say, I have Petra facing the wall, but she's craned around a few times as we've been chatting and she's aware that lots of men are lusting on me. Knows I've been encouraging it too. She couldn't fail to.

God, I bet she's so wishing she were me right now. The poor girl is feeling very insecure and jealous I can tell.

She's also sitting there with an empty glass having rather gulped her wine. I still have quite a bit of mine left when she finishes.

I sense her willing me to get a move on so that we can maybe call it a night. 

I don't though. When I realize Petra is desperate for me to speed up I deliberately do the opposite. I start taking ages between sips and the sips are so tiny that the level in my glass barely moves each time. I really make it last.

Petra is looking more and miserable. I pretend not to notice her growing discomfort but the truth is I'm enjoying it immensely. LOL.

There's a pair of cute young guys drinking at the bar who are ogling me big time. Because they are so cute I've been awarding them some welcoming eye contact from time to time and I turn up the dial on that now. I start really playing the flirty glances with these boys. 

Thing is, I want to stoke them up. An idea is forming and I want these two hunks doing more than just ogling. I want them thinking of possibilities.

It works a dream. They're discussing me in earnest now, it's obvious. 

OMG it's easy peasy this game. Probably why I'm always playing it!

It's easy for me anyway.

Because, jesus, I'd hate to be ugly. Dressing in hot outfits, being a massive cocktease, getting guys all horned up and acting like total idiots, is such a fun thing for a girl. But you have to be pretty and sexy like me, otherwise you simply cannot do it. Ugly girls are excluded, same as they are from all the fun. Same as they are even from routine stuff like just getting themselves a boyfriend. Yeah, must be a total bummer. LOL.

Speaking of ugly girls, Petra is looking relieved because I've finally finished my wine.

So funny.

That idea I've just had, I decide I am gonna do it. Perta has kinda been pissing me off lately. I feel like screwing her around and tonight is a great opportunity. It's simply too good a chance to miss.

"Let's have another!" I announce, giving zero room for dissent.

I love how her face crumples for a second. That relief didn't last long. LOL.

"Um, ok," Petra mutters.

Talk about glum!

Ok, so how much glummer will she be if I was to get seriously hit on here by a couple of good looking boys, if she has to sit there like a lemon while these boys kinda fight over me, winner gets my number at the end of the night?

Or maybe he gets a little bit more than my number. LOL.

I beam across at the two hunks by the bar. Yeah, they definitely fit the bill!

"I'll do the honours," I say, picking up our glasses. "Same again?"

"Guess so."

Jesus, could she sound any less enthusiastic. The girl clearly wants go home. 

But she can't reasonably do that, can she? Not after just one drink. Not now we've come all the way into town. 

Nope, sorry, I'm afraid the poor thing is pretty much stuck with this.

***

I get up and saunter off towards the bar, pleasantly conscious of the sexually charged stares from my legion of fans. I put a little extra sway in my hips for their benefit.

There's some whistling from a group of half-cut and leery guys as I pass their table. I grin and give them the finger and I can feel their eyes burning into my swinging ass as I walk away. Dream on suckers! LOL. 

I enjoyed that (fucking loved it actually!) but the best thing as far as I'm concerned is what's happening with the two hunks propping up the bar. They can't take their eyes off me!

I make a beeline to a spot right next to them and I fish around in my bag for some money.

"Hey, sweetheart, how about we buy?"

Bingo.

My handsome young admirers are looking eagerly at me.

I act surprised and delighted. Or rather the surprise is an act. The delight is genuine, both of them look even more yummy close up! 

"Now why would you do that?" I giggle.

"Why do you think, gorgeous?" grins one of them.

"Well I really don't know," I reply, in a flirty way that makes it clear that I totally do.

"Paul," he says, offering a hand.

"Hi Paul. I'm Emily."

"And I'm Danny," says the other guy, getting in on the act.

"Hi there Danny."

A barman appears at this point and I order our chardonnay. I seem to be getting served ahead of a few people who were already waiting. Wonder why. LOL.

The barman attempts some eager beaver chat and feasts his eyes on the upper slopes of my large perky tits as he's pouring. Paul cuts him off (oooo my hero!) and adds two beers to the order and he gets his wallet out and pays.

"Thank you, kind sir!" I say, pouting prettily.

"My pleasure, Emily," Paul says, tucking his wallet back in his hip pocket.

"Gorgeous girl like you shouldn't be buying her own drinks," chips in Danny, wolfish grin.

"Ha ha ha. I usually don't."

Which is true. Buying my own drinks, buying my own anything, when guys are around is not something I believe in.

"I just bet you don't," goes Danny, all suave. 

"You are a total babe, Emily, sweetheart."

That was Paul. He's not going to be outdone.

It's all music to my ears. I hear this sort of stuff a lot, naturally, but it doesn't mean I get tired of it. LOL. 

I reward the boys with a deeply suggestive giggle.

"But you know that, honey, don't you?" smarms Danny.

"Do I?"

"I think you do."

"So, are these your best lines? Or do have some even better ones?"

"How about you get to find out, sweetheart?" says Paul.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. What say me and Danny come and join you and that friend of yours over there?"

It's like I've written a script!

I glance back to our table, curious to see if Petra is watching me and the boys get acquainted. She is. LOL. I smile and wave but she flips around quickly and pretends to be absorbed in her fascinating view of the wall.

"I'd better check with her first," I tell the boys.

"Sure, gorgeous."

"Give me a couple of minutes."

"You bet!"

I grin knowingly and walk off to rejoin Petra with our drinks.

"Guess what!" I say, soon as I've sat down.

"Those guys?" says Petra. She sounds anxious. LOL.

"Yeah, those guys. Those very cute guys. Looks like we've pulled! They wanna join us!"

"Um, I dunno, Emily. I -"

"Aw, c'mom, Petra. They've bought our drinks. Can hardly say no, can we?"

"Well -"

"It'll be fun!"

"Guess so."

"It will! Hey and you were complaining about never meeting any guys. Well here we go, right?"

"Yeah, sure. Right."

I look across at Danny and Paul who are watching keenly. Paul raises his eyebrows. I smile and waggle a finger, beckoning them over like a pair of puppies. They just about trip over themselves to cover the ground and join us. LOL.

The boys pull a couple of stools from the table that mister saddo salivator is occupying (bet he wishes he were joining us, LOL!) and they sit down with me and Petra. I make the introductions and we get talking around the small table.

It doesn't go quite as I was expecting. The guys have clearly managed to negotiate the 'pretty girl with ugly friend' question upfront and Danny has been designated to handle Petra. Meanwhile Paul gets a free run at me. Not sure how they sorted it but they have. Maybe they tossed a coin and Danny lost. LOL.

Whatever, I'm totally cool about it. I know what the score is here. I know that they both fancy me something rotten.

So we're sat there, me flirting heavily with Paul, Danny giving Petra the charm offensive, and we've arranged ourselves to make that easier. Me and Paul are sat very close together and so are the other two. With such a small table, though, we're actually all quite near to each other, not like split off into unconnected couples. It's the four of us hanging out, is what I'm trying to say. It's all quite intimate.

It's amusing observing Petra. She's a bit shy and tongue-tied at first (don't think she can believe her luck that this hunk of a guy Danny seems interested in her) but she's soon relaxing into it and having a whale of a time.

It's also amusing observing Danny. He's doing a great job with Petra but, as I say, it's an intimate table, and he has a very nice view of most of moi from where he's sitting. He can see plenty of my sexily crossed legs, for example, and the poor boy is struggling manfully not to get too distracted by them. He's noticing my big juicy melons too. How could he not? Like I said before, they're not exactly hiding away in the flimsy top I'm almost wearing. LOL. 




See Emily Play



Yep, hunky Danny knows I'm around alright and he's snatching as many looks as he can without Petra realizing that he's doing it. Which she doesn't, dumb cow, cos she's so bowled over by the fact she's being chatted up by a good looking boy. 

I catch Danny's eye once or twice and send a look that says yeah I know I'm a siren and yeah I know you're leching, and no I don't mind one bit. LOL.

And meanwhile I'm getting nice and friendly with the equally hunky Paul. He's just so smitten with me it's almost comical.

So yes, it's all going great, except that Petra is having a really swell time and that's not at all what I had in mind.

So I get to thinking about variations. Doing something else.

It comes to me pretty much straightaway. A potential scenario that's considerably more amusing and exciting than my original plan and which is possible precisely because of how one of the boys is pretending to like Petra.

It's kinda demonic!

Paul's hand has drifted to my thigh (cue wistful look from Danny, LOL) and he's telling me for the umpteenth time what a beautiful girl I am, how much he'd love to get to know me better bla bla. 

I smile gracefully and tune him out, let him carry on gushing while I game it all out in my head. Will it actually work? Do I really wanna do it?

Answers are (i) Sure it will, and (ii) Yeah, why the fuck not. Be a scream.

There's no rush, however, and I wait until we girls get up for the bathroom.

"Dreamy, Petra, aren't they?" I say, when we're in there.

"They really are," Petra swoons.

"And look, they didn't seem fazed that we share a room, did they?"

"Um, no, not especially. Why?"

"Oh c'mon, Petra, you know what I mean!"

"Ok, yes. I suppose I do!"

"So come on then, what do you think? Should we invite them back? You know, for coffee?"

"Coffee?"

I giggle. "Yeah, you know. Coffee."

Petra hums and hahs but it's clear she wants to. In fact that's an understatement. 

"That Danny fancies you like mad by the looks of it!"

Petra starts giggling too. "Do you really think so?"

"Oh def!"

She's giggling up a storm now. "Just hope I know what to do when I get him home!"

I look quizzically at her and she whispers sheepishly that she's never actually ever gotten laid. I burst out laughing. 

"Still a virgin at 23! Oh my god, sweetie, you must be gagging for it."

Petra reddens but she laughs too. "Yeah, Em, you could say that."

OMG this is gonna be even better than I thought. It's less than a couple of weeks since my last shag (Mark back home, one for the road, poor boy LOL) and I'm more than ready for some good hard dick. Christ only knows how sex-starved and frustrated poor Petra must be.

"You've sure pulled a good one for your first," I grin.

"He's lovely, isn't he?"

"You don't wanna swap then?" I tease her.

"Emily!"

"Kidding, sweetie! C'mon, I'm happy. My one's mega fit too, don't you think?"

"Oh yes!"

"As fit as your Danny?"

"Well -"

"Ha ha ha. Ok, that's settled," I pronounce gleefully. "One more drink here and then it's party time!"

Petra nods. Her face is flushed with excitement. LOL.

We rejoin the boys and tell them the plan. Another drink and then taxi back to our place. To say that Paul is up for it is putting it mildly. He looks anxiously at Danny who doesn't seem quite so gung ho (for obvious reasons) but eventually it's a 'yeah fine' from him too.

"Great," I say, and I suggest that me and Paul get the drinks in.

"Nah, my turn," says Danny.

"No, we'll go," I insist, and I grab Paul's hand and lead him off towards the bar.

Reason for this is I want a little chat with him away from the other two.

***

I get my chance while we're at the bar since it's extremely busy now and it takes Paul an age to get served.

"So, it's good that your friend is so into Petra, huh?" I say, mischievous glint in my eye.

"Well, you know," Paul grins.

"Poor Danny," I giggle. "What did you do? Arm wrestle?"

Paul snorts with laughter at that. "Nah. I called in a favour. He owed me one."

"Must have been a big one."

"Ha ha ha. Massive."

I giggle again. This is such an ego trip!

"Hey but look, the thing is, you guys can drop the pretence if you like."

"How d'you mean?" says Paul.

"Well, both of you have the hots for me, right?"

"Obviously."

"There you go. So why the charade?"

"We figured we couldn't both hit on you, gorgeous, cos if we did that your mate would get antsy and then nobody gets what they want."

"Yeah, true, she probably would have."

"See?"

"Ok, well it's worked. You're coming home with us."

"Yeah. Can't wait."

"Ha ha ha. Me neither. So why not cut the crap now? I mean, does your friend actually want to fuck Petra?"

Paul chuckles. "Er, no."

"So he shouldn't have to, should he? Poor guy."

"Ok, fine. I'll tell him. He can go home. He'll be relieved."

"No, honey, I don't mean that."

"Not totally following you, Em."

"He can still come back. Both of you are coming back. That's agreed."

"So what's Danny and Petra gonna do all night? Play scrabble?"

"Maybe Petra can," I giggle, "She's probably good at scrabble. But your pal Danny, no, he doesn't seem the scrabble type. I'm pretty sure there's something else he'd rather be doing, you know what I mean?"

"I know exactly what Danny wants to be doing, Em. He wants to get it on with you."

"Exactly."

"But I'm doing that, babe, remember?"

"I have a big bed."

Paul has a shit-eating grin on his face all of a sudden. It's clear he likes the sound of this. Kinda knew he would. Call it female intuition.

"You boys won't mind sharing me, will you?" I smirk.

"Fuck no, gorgeous. That is fucking hot!"

"I think so too."

"Right. Oh fucking yeah. I'll give Dan the good news. He'll be fucking ecstatic! Poor bastard's probably dreading having to shag your doggy roommate."

"Ha ha ha. Don't let the doggy roommate hear though, sugar, will you? If Petra gets wind of the plan it won't work. It'll spoil the whole thing. You guys will be going home alone and I'll be getting a load of crap and hassle from her. 

"Hmm, sure, ok. So should I not tell Dan?"

"Yeah, no, tell him, but just make sure that Petra doesn't cotton on."

"Right."

"Tell him to keep flirting with her until we get back to our place. In fact, yeah this will make it more funny, tell him to step it up with all that."

"Step it up?"

"Yeah. Tell him to get Petra really loved up. Like, start making out with her in the taxi, snog her face off, wandering hands, stuff like that. So by the time we get home the poor thing will be on heat and looking forward to the night of her life. Then once we're in our room it's all change and you and Danny can both concentrate on bedding me."

Paul is shaking his head and chuckling. "Em, that is fucking evil!"

"Yeah, I know," I laugh. "Terrible, aren't I?"

"Don't you like her or something?"

"She's ok. Just gets on my nerves a bit. And I'm feeling mean."

"You're unbelievable."

"Ha ha ha. Hey and get this, what makes it even more diabolical, I happen to know just how badly she needs to get laid. Poor thing has never seen any action. 23 and still waiting, can you believe that."

"I actually can by the look of her," jokes Paul. "What a minger."

"I know, isn't she just. Poor girl. Must be so fucking depressing looking like that."

"Not something you need to worry about, gorgeous, is it? I mean, me and Danny were fucking killing ourselves when you two walked in. Talk about beauty and the beast."

"Ha ha ha."

"Like I said. Big favour I was calling in." 

"So yeah, she's fucking desperate for it!" I giggle. "Oh god, just think how she's gonna feel later! Her roommate getting seduced by two hunky boys. Having wild sex with both of them while she gets a great big fat zero. It'll destroy her!"

"Ha ha ha. Poor cow."

"Yeah, can you imagine."

(We break off as Paul finally manages to get one of the bar staff on the case.)

"But what about Petra actually?" Paul asks me when he's ordered. "She just gonna watch or something?"

"Dunno. We share a bedroom so she can't run off anywhere, can she?"

"Ha ha ha. Guess not."

"So, yes, Petra can watch the action if she wants. Fact, I'd really love that. Do it right in front of her. Let her see the whole fucking thing." 

"Literally."

"Ha ha ha. Exactly, sugar. That'd be sheer torture for her, wouldn't it? There she is, all sexually frustrated, hasn't ever had even a sniff, and she gets a close-up view of me enjoying two cocks at the same time. That'd be fucking brilliant."

"Bitch!"

"Somehow don't think she'll be up for it, though, do you? Think she might just crawl off under her own duvet and try and pretend it's not happening."

"Bit difficult that, Em, I'd have thought."

"What, with me squealing like a porn star in double dicked ecstasy all night. Ha ha ha. Yeah, baby, I see what you mean." 

"Probably start playing with herself, fantasizing she's you."

"Ha ha ha. Yes, probably. Must be a dab hand at that. Poor thing."

(The drinks are coming now and we need to think about going back to the table.)

"So I'll tell Danny the dastardly plan, gorgeous, yeah?" Paul says.

"Yeah. Make sure he knows exactly how I want things to pan out."

"You got it, sweetheart."

"Oh yes, one more thing. When we get back to the room, the three of us shouldn't just suddenly ignore Petra and jump into bed together."

"Damn!"

"Ha ha ha. No seriously, Paul, this is important. It has to look like we haven't planned it. Things have to happen gradually. Petra mustn't know that the whole thing is a set-up."

"Ok, sweetheart. Yes, I see what you mean. So how do you wanna play it exactly?"

I tell him. Or at least I give him the gist.

(Drinks are here and Paul is paying. Great timing since I'm about done with the briefing.)

"Baby, you're a sadist!" he guffaws, when I've told him how I want things to unfold. "But, yes, I think we can manage all that." 

"Cool. We'll play it by ear a bit obviously. You guys just take your cues from me, ok?"

"Your show, gorgeous."

"I know. Ha ha ha. And Danny's gonna definitely agree, you reckon?"

"Hmm, let me see now. Will Danny agree to a plan whereby he gets to shag a luscious babe tonight instead of a tub of lard? Gosh I wonder." 

"Ha ha ha. Ok, brilliant."

"So c'mon, sweetheart, let's do it," Paul says, and we take the drinks back to the table.

***

We sit back down and resume chatting, the four of us. It's hilarious how Petra is gazing adoringly at Danny the whole time. It's like she's in love. LOL. 

Meanwhile Danny is holding his end up, he's doing ok, but there's a glaze in his eye. He's bored shitless with her, I can tell. She can't, thankfully, but I can.

He's admiring me more frequently now. Those glances are happening every few seconds and there's this massive longing in his eyes. Yeah, the glaze lifts then, believe me. LOL. 

I'm not at all worried about this because although it's obvious to me (and to Paul) that Danny is lusting on me, I can see that Petra is oblivious. She's wittering on ten to the dozen. 

We'll be going soon in any case. 

I'm actually a bit naughty, start teasing poor Danny a little. 

A little? Ok, make that a lot, I'm doing that sultry temptress thing again, like earlier, although not for nearly so long. It's mainly for my man Paul's benefit (who's loving it cos he knows he's gonna be fucking me later) but Danny, well he doesn't know yet that he'll be fucking me too, he still thinks he's got to fuck doggy little Petra, and so he's kinda suffering because of what I'm doing. He's loving it but he's hating it too, if you know what I mean. LOL.

As for the saddo on his own at the next table, well OMG that's hilarious what's happened there. 

He's not on his own anymore, for one thing. A group of noisy young kids have muscled onto his table and he's kind of just sat there in no man's land, drunk and marooned. 

He ought to have left, that's obvious, but the reason he hasn't, the one and only reason he's stuck there losing all his dignity, is that he can't drag his stupefied horny gaze off my crossed legs and the shoe I'm dangling on the tip of my foot. Guy is, like, hypnotized by me. He can't go home till I do.

OMG it's sad.

But also incredibly amusing. It's clear that my long sexy legs and my pretty painted feet are instruments of torture for this trapped character and I decide to maximize his pain.

"Watch this, babe," I whisper to Paul. "The sad sack. I'm gonna mess with him."

And I start cockteasing the shit out of the wretched guy. 

I turn and flaunt my crossed legs right at him. Then I drape a finger slowly along the inside of my thigh. I slide it up under my skirt and scratch around for a couple of seconds, like I have an itch high up there, quite close to my pussy. Then for good measure what I do is I loosen my shoe a bit more and I dangle it maliciously right on the edge of my big toe, keep arching my foot so that it almost falls off but never quite does.

I make it worse by staring right at him as I'm tormenting him, great big mocking smile on my face.

"You like what you see, sugar?" I call out, pouting like a sex goddess. 

Guy can't reply. He's too ashamed and drunk and enraptured. 

Then I pull the switch. 

I drop the smile, replace it with a sneer. "Dirty old bastard!" I snap. "Stop fucking perving on me, will you? Just go home and fucking play with yourself like usual."

My victim is closest to me and Paul (perhaps six feet away) but Danny and Petra are also aware of what I've just done. How I've deliberately humiliated this poor bastard.

Petra looks a bit shocked (LOL, guess she can't really relate to driving a man beserk just with her legs) but Danny clearly found it hilarious.

"Ha ha ha. Love it, Emily! Bet the old git hasn't had pussy in decades," he says, loud enough for a few other people to hear. "Bet he's going fucking gaga for it! Ha ha ha."

There's one or two sniggers in our vicinity, but from Petra's expression I see that she doesn't particularly like this comment of Danny's. It's the first shadow across her sunny countenance since they met. 

Not much of a one, though. 

Not compared to what's coming her way, LOL.

"Maybe he should get together with Petra," I giggle into Paul's ear, so no-one but he can hear.

Paul cracks up. "Yeah, make a fabulous couple," he sputters.

Danny and Petra look at us, wondering what we're sniggering about. Me and Paul just laugh.

Paul grins over at the wrecked drunken saddo. "Can't blame you for looking, dude. She's fucking gorgeous, my girlfriend, isn't she?"

Saddo is silent. He's crushed.

"What's up? Cat got your tongue?"

Paul starts stroking me, up and down my legs. "I just love her in this hot little skirt, dude, don't you?" he taunts. "Can't wait to rip it off her later."

"Ha ha ha, nice one, sugar. And that's exactly what I want you doing. So c'mon, let's go," I say.

It's pretty much closing time anyway, and we've finished our drinks. Definitely time to go.

***

We get up and Petra and I go off to wait outside while the boys take a leak. They say they'll meet us out there.

Their route to the toilets takes them right past saddo and I see Paul just casually rap his knuckles down on the top of this abject guy's head as he cruises by. Ouch! LOL!

Petra doesn't catch it, which is just as well. She hasn't enjoyed that whole episode tonight with the old guy. 

She's looking rather serious, in fact, as we're walking off towards the exit to wait outside for the boys. "That was a bit cruel, Emily, wasn't it?" she mutters to me. "Poor man."

I nearly lose my temper with her, but I catch myself just in time. Jeez, she thinks that was cruel. So what about what I have in store for her later? What do we call that? LOL!

So, no, I keep it light. "Yeah, sorry, I guess it was a bit. Still, nobody died, sweetie, right?"

That's good enough for Petra. She happies up. 

All the more so a few minutes later when she spies Danny and Paul leaving the bar and walking towards us.

They've been quite a long time with their 'taking a leak' and poor little Petra has been getting a little concerned.

"You don't think they've changed their minds, Em, do you?" she asks me, after we'd been waiting a while.

"Done a runner? Oh fuck, yeah, maybe," I say, toying with her.

"Really? Oh gosh no. Do you think?"

You should have seen her face. Anxiety doesn't cover it.

I let her fret for a bit, pretend to think long and hard about the question.

Then I crack up laughing at her.

"Don't be silly, sweetie! They'll be along soon. I know when boys are up for it, trust me, and these two are up for it with us. They probably need to talk about a couple of things. You know, probably just need to get their ducks in a row before they come back with us."

OMG, I'm the devil! 

Because I so enjoyed telling her that.

And the way her little face brightened and relaxed as she listened intently to me!

"Ok, yes, I see."

"You're excited, sweetie, aren't you?" I teased. 

It's kinda like I'm talking to a child, not somebody four years older than me.

"Oh, wow, yes!" she blurts.

LOL!

"Good. That's good, sweetie. Something tells me Danny's gonna have a really nice time tonight!"

Just couldn't resist it!

OMG.

Am I the biggest bitch on god's earth?

You don't have to answer that.

But anyway, the boys are here now, and they definitely have had that 'little talk' I was referring to. They do have their ducks in a row. The ear to ear grin on Danny is telling me that. Didn't need the furtive little smile and thumbs up I got from Paul. Nice to get it anyway though. Shows he's on the ball. LOL.

"Ok, ladies, let's grab a cab!" Danny says, and he smiles right at Petra.

On the ball too. Following instructions. Good boy.

Danny winks at me when Petra is eyes down and rooting in her bag. He has the wickedest grin on his face! I grin back, savouring this sexy situation that I've engineered so skilfully. 

I pout at Danny, stick my tongue out, blow the besotted boy a kiss, all right over poor unsuspecting Petra's head.

I love the insinuating way that Danny is looking at me, the second he got the chance. He wants me bad, I can tell. He can hardly wait. Good! 

He'll just have to wait a little longer, though, won't he? LOL.

But maybe not that long because Paul has already managed to hail a taxi and it's pulling kerb-side to pick us up. 

Paul gets in first and takes one of the two rear-facing jump seats.

I indicate for Petra to go next. "You and Danny take the back seat," I suggest.

She hesitates.

"Go on, sweetie, it's fine. Me and Paul will be ok on the jumps."

"Ok, Em, thanks," Petra smiles.

Danny springs to hold open the door and lend a hand (what a gentleman!) as Petra levers her unseemly bulk inside the cab. She plops herself down in the back and shuffles across to the far corner, opposite Paul, leaving space for Danny to get in next to her. 

Danny and I gurn sardonically at each other while she's occupied with this. "What a fucking whale!" he whispers into my ear, making me giggle.

Petra looks sharply across at me, but it's cool, Danny's mouth is out of my ear and it just looks like I'm giggling the way girls sometimes do, at nothing in particular.

Paul can tell we're messing around, me and Danny, but he's just kinda sitting there minding his own business, like he's meant to be.

I'm impressed with both my boys so far. Take their cues from me, I said, and they certainly are. It bodes well for the rest of the night. Yeah, I really think tonight is gonna work out. It's gonna be one of the all time greats.

I get into the taxi next and Danny gives me a helping hand too although I don't need it. 

A hand on my butt, to be precise.




See Emily Play



He's holding the car door open with his right hand, meaning he has his left one free and he squeezes my ass with it as I make to climb in. He knows that Petra can't see from where she is. 

I know Petra can't see either, and I like what Danny is doing, so I hold still for a moment and let him carry on. I'm still mainly outside the car, just have the one foot in the door.

Then I figure why not prolong and expand the experience. I look around quickly, check that there's nobody on the street close enough to worry about, and then I 'accidentally' drop my bag on the floor of the taxi.

"Shit," I mutter, stooping to retrieve it.

I bend over nice and slowly so that Danny's hand stays in place on my butt, my peachy ass now rising provocatively up towards him, tight skirt riding miles up the back of my thighs. I practice this position in front of the mirror sometimes, so I know precisely the vista that Danny is getting. LOL.

Danny figures quickly and correctly what my game is (ok so it's not rocket science!) and he does what I hope and expect. He does what any self-respecting horny boy in this position would do. Danny gives in to temptation. He slides his hand deftly up under the back of my skirt and starts to caress my butt through my little silk panties. 

Meanwhile, I get a bit clumsy with picking up my bag. It kinda falls on its side and a few girly things come tumbling out.

Paul offers to help but I tell him no, it's no problem, I can manage.

He says ok and settles back in his seat. There's an amused expression on his face because, from his angle, Paul can tell what's going on with Danny and me.

Petra can't though. She's in the far back corner of the cab and from there, with the way I'm positioned and with how the door is, she can't see any of what's happening except the ostensible situation, which is that her ditzy bimbo of a roommate is bent forward into the taxi and grappling with this dropped bag scenario, face a little bit flustered, while her beau Danny is waiting patiently outside, holding the door, waiting for ditzy roommate to get straightened out and properly installed, so that he can then join her on the back seat of the taxi and we can all finally get going back to our place.

The taxi driver can't see either, although I'm sure he suspects something fishy! 

Tough. He's the driver. He just needs to sit at the wheel and wait. Meter's on, right? So he's earning.

Danny fondles me good. He kneads my buttocks through my knickers, which feels nice, and then, even nicer, he gets his hand inside, horny bastard, and it's flesh on flesh. Soon there's a wickedly teasing finger working its magic in my asshole and down between my legs. 

OMG, thrilling! The boy must be left handed! 

Certainly knows exactly what he's doing. This is to fucking die for!

I risk a few quick glances up at Petra as I'm being pleasured. She's chatting to Paul, but also checking on my progress in dealing with this bag hassle. She's keen to get going. 

Well she would be, wouldn't she? She's pulled a boy at last! 

Trouble is, the boy in question is busy right now, busy inside my knickers, and OMG the stupid cow has no fucking clue!

Paul is just about managing to control himself, seeing what's going on.

It takes some time for me to sort this bag of mine out (quite a few bits and pieces have fallen out unfortunately, LOL) and Danny makes great use of it. He really treats himself. 

It's a treat for me too, trust me. I succeed in keeping a straight face, christ knows how, but I have to keep my mouth firmly shut because I know if I opened it I'd be purring like a cat. I'm panting a little and I'm wet by the time I'm in the car and installed on the second jump seat.

But not as wet as Petra probably is about twenty minutes later.

Because Danny sure does the business there in the back of this taxi. Once we get moving he follows my instructions to the letter. 

Petra looks over at me, kind of uncertain, as Danny first starts getting frisky with her. Not because she doesn't want him to (she so fucking does) but because me and my beau are sat apart on the jump seats, we have to wait until we're home before we can get intimate, and I think that Petra feels slightly guilty about this, about having the back seat and being able to get cracking before me. Which is kinda typical of Petra. She's a sweet girl in many ways. She's also maybe a little embarrassed that me and Paul are facing them and can see everything.

I deal with this firmly. "Hey don't worry about us, sweetie. You two lovebirds go right ahead and enjoy yourselves!" I tell her.

And boy do they ever!

Danny kisses Petra long and passionately and he keeps it up for pretty much the whole of the ride back.

And not just that. Petra gets way more than a snog. Petra gets the complete package. She gets her neck smooched and her ear gently nibbled and softly whispered into. She gets a pair of strong male hands roving around and going places, stroking her face, squeezing her thigh, pressing her breasts through her dress.

Paul and I grin at each other as Danny does his dirty work. We're getting a sadistic kick out of watching the back seat action, knowing that this particular passion will never be consummated. 

From my seat diagonally across from her I get a great view of Petra's blissful reactions to Danny's ardour. Her eyes are closed tight as they smooch, soft little giggles of surprised delight bubbling out as his hands take liberties. When Danny starts stroking her cheek with his hand, his left hand, I wonder if her nose is picking up the faintest trace of my juices. I do hope so. LOL!

Like I say, journey takes about twenty minutes, and a couple of minutes after that the four of us are inside our room and it's time to party.

***

"Alcohol!" I announce, as we tumble in, and I skip off towards the small kitchenette area that's in one corner of the room.

"Yeah!" chorus the boys.

"Just make yourself at home, guys," I say, grabbing some beers from the fridge, bending right over in the process so as to provide the same enticing view that Danny got treated to when I dropped my bag in the taxi. I'm such a fucking little tease! LOL. 

We have some of those beanbag floor cushion affairs, typical student stuff, and the four of us get sprawled down on one of those each. There's not much space in the room, especially after accounting for the amount taken up by the two beds, and we're hunkered down pretty close together on these cushions.

I like the arrangement. I'm poised and sexy on my cushion whereas Petra is ungainly and awkward on hers. We're next to each other so I know the boys are getting a great view of the stark contrast. LOL.

I dish out the cans of beer.

"Thanks, gorgeous," says Paul.

"Cheers, Em, great," says Danny.

"Oh, right, thank you," says Petra.

It's obvious that Petra was expecting, and probably very much wanting, this to be more straight in and full steam ahead (couple off, lights out, clothes off and bed) but she's realized that everyone else wants to hang out a bit and she's happy enough to go along with that.

More than happy, actually, because we carry on kinda like we were doing at the bar, Danny snowing Petra, not making out like in the taxi, there's no more of that, but still flirting around with her, giving her plenty of attention, and it's the same with Paul and me. The four of us are having fun together but we're still behaving like two couples.

I let this go on for maybe half an hour because I'm in absolutely no rush. I've been looking forward like mad to this, ever since I thought it up back in the bar, and I want to savour and prolong the whole experience.

Danny doesn't though. It's becoming a strain for the poor boy, all of this acting like he's really into Petra, and I can see that he's getting increasingly itchy for me to give the 'sign'.

I decide it's time.

"So, Danny. You're really into basketball, Paul tells me?" I say, leaning towards him a little, flashing some cleavage.

Which is the sign. This is what I'd told Paul to tell Danny. This exact question about basketball. When I ask Danny this question it means that we can start pulling the plug on Petra.

"Yeah, I really am. Love it," Danny replies. His eyes are gleaming all of a sudden.

So are Paul's and so are mine. The three of us are relishing this.

I don't pursue the basketball thing for long (I have no interest in sports) but it's got me and Danny chatting and we carry on with that, on and off. It's nothing heavy, we're just being friendly. I'm still talking mainly to Paul but now I'm also talking quite a bit to Danny too.

It's all quite subtle but the vibe in the room is gradually changing. 

Danny is kinda cooling off with Petra and he's paying more and more attention to moi. He talks a lot to me, or sometimes me and Paul together, and when he's not, when I'm wrapped up with Paul, he stays mainly quiet and he looks at me in a way that makes it more and more obvious (including to poor Petra) that he fancies me like crazy.

The two couples scenario is disappearing. It's becoming more like two boys competing for me, Petra being slowly frozen out.

Petra struggles to stay involved, she makes a major effort, girding herself up to make cheery little interjections in our conversation, but she doesn't get much back. I toss her a few friendly comments, just to stop things getting too blatant too quickly, but the boys seem to have almost forgotten she's there. 

She tries particularly hard with Danny, the boy who was all over her in the taxi no more than an hour ago, but it's no use. He's not rude or anything. Like, he answers her questions and smiles at her occasionally, but the romantic thing between them is fading. Danny is getting seriously attracted to me and there isn't much he can do about it. 

Meanwhile I'm being exuberant and fun, very flirty with Paul, super friendly and borderline flirty with Danny, and just revelling in being the star of the show.

Petra can tell what's happening and the emotions are etched across her face. There's hurt and disappointment that things are panning out like this. But there's a kind of sad acceptance too. Certainly no anger. I guess what's happening is precisely what she feared in the back of her mind might happen. She was just saying to me earlier that I was always fighting them off, wasn't she? So, ok, I suppose that this only shows how right she was. LOL.

It's becoming an extremely unpleasant situation for Petra. She's no doubt wishing now that we hadn't invited the boys back, she's certainly no longer having a good time, but there's no easy way out for her. She's not about to kick Danny out, let alone Paul, she's way too unassertive for that, and in any case it's not as if anyone's behaving that badly. It's just that both boys fancy the pants of her pretty roommate and who, really, can blame them?

And as for that 'pretty roommate', she's been playing the little innocent. 

I'm secretly loving the way that 'her' Danny is now making it so obvious that he fancies me and not her, of course I am, but I'm not giving any clear-cut sign of that to Petra. Ok, so I'm talking a lot to Danny, I'm enjoying the interaction, but I'm not egging him on or flirting massively or prickteasing him or anything. Not yet anyway. LOL.

I know how tough this must be getting for Petra. Poor girl must want to go to bed but she can't while we're still hanging out here on the floor. Not unless she wants to make a spectacle of herself.

It's all going perfectly in other words! LOL.

Time to turn the screw.

"I know! Let's play strip poker!" I say. "I'm sure we have a pack of cards somewhere."

The boys are loudly up for it. Petra isn't.

"Um, no, Emily, I don't think so," she says, looking at me beseechingly.

"Aw, c'mon sweetie," I persist. "Be fun!"

"Yeah, c'mon Petra," echoes Danny.

"No, Danny, please," Petra says. 

"It'll get us in the mood," I grin.

"Sure will, baby!" says Paul.

Petra is shaking her head. She's looking distressed.

"Ok, well it needs all of us to play, so let's just drop it," I say, sulky and disappointed. 

The boys are disappointed too. Especially Danny.

We're all rather cross with Petra, who is now feeling guilty and defensive as well as left out. 

LOL. 

We rub it in, rib her mercilessly about being such a square, a real party pooper. We go on for ages like that. She's on the spit now and we're having a fab time slowly roasting her.

"How about more beer? Is that ok with you?" I say to Petra, sarcastically.

The guys snigger, say yeah they would like more beer if that's ok with Petra. 

Poor girl is fast becoming nothing but a figure of fun.

Petra says she won't have one, but sure, everyone else can, why not. Trying to redeem herself. LOL.

"Do you wanna go get them, sweetie?" I suggest.

My tone is dismissive and superior. It's like how I talk to the maid back home.

Petra seems about to say something but ends up just sort of nodding. She levers herself up and lumbers off to the fridge

Soon as her back's turned me and Paul and Danny start silently corpsing at each other. I give them a sassy look and then I pull my top up, flash my big tits at them. The horny boys love that!

When Petra comes back with the three beers I'm very occupied with Paul. He's squashed his cushion into mine and we're kissing and canoodling. We're getting pretty sexy with each other.

"Err, here you go, guys," mumbles Petra, embarrassed, placing a couple of beers down next to Paul and I.

We ignore her and continue with what we're doing. We only have eyes for each other at this point, for obvious reasons.

Except not really, because at the same time as I'm smooching Paul I'm glancing at Petra and Danny, kind of checking on how it's going with them.

It isn't. They seem to have lost their connection entirely.

Petra gives Danny his beer and gets a scowly grunt for her troubles. 

Still pissed off with her about the strip poker veto? Yeah, that's probably it. LOL.

Petra sits down and shifts closer to him. She's hoping that he might start doing with her what Paul is doing with me (the poor girl hasn't lost hope entirely) but it's no dice. Danny just carries on staring fixedly at me and Paul. Especially at me.

Petra tries to engage him in conversation but he ignores her, just keeps swigging from his beer and staring hopelessly at me and Paul making out. He's looking annoyed and jealous. He has absolutely zero interest in Petra now and he isn't bothering to pretend anymore. He's focused purely on moi.

Poor Petra is sat there like a spare part and it's all getting very awkward.

Well, ok, not for me. I'm loving every minute of it!

I inflame the situation by getting sexier with Paul. We're underneath each other's clothes. Paul is fondling around inside my top and his other hand is snaking up my skirt. I'm exploring under his tee-shirt, revelling in how his chiselled rack feels to my softly stroking fingers, and I'm enjoying myself further down too, teasing his angry boner through his pants. 

I know that Danny is getting a major league stiffy too, just from watching. His agonized expression is hilarious. LOL.

I start to undo Paul's jeans. I'm gonna release that big fat cock of his and tease it some more!

Petra is looking sick with envy. LOL! 

Paul is grunting and groaning as my fingers scrabble around his zip. I giggle at him. The boy is so hot for me it's not true.

Then I break off suddenly and whisper something in his ear.

Paul grins and nods, then looks across at his friend Danny.

"Hey, dude, stop lusting on my girl," he joshes. "What's wrong with yours?"

Petra tries to smile but she can't.

As for Danny, well he snaps. He's going crazy for me, poor guy, and he's not in the mood to joke around about it. 

He turns to Petra and he levels with her. 

He wants me so fucking much, he announces. He can't fight it any longer. I'm so utterly gorgeous and sexy, I'm such an unbelievable honey, that he simply has to be with me.

Sorry Petra but that's how it is, he tells her. If he can't shag her smoking hot friend Emily he's cutting out of there.

So now it's official. Petra's hopes are completely crushed. Poor girl is not getting any tonight.

Groundhog Day. 

LOL.

"What, so you wanna have a threesome?" Paul says to Danny.

"Yeah, why not," Danny says. "It's ok with you, mate, isn't it?"

Paul grins at him. "Sure. Course. But only if Em's alright with it."

So the ball is in my court. It's all about me now. 

Like, am I gonna disappoint Danny and send him home or am I gonna shag both him and Paul.

Do I make do with one boy for the night? Or should I be greedy and have two? Decisions decisions.

And we know what the decision is, don't we?

But the beauty of this is that it doesn't look like I'm being unreasonable. Poor Petra is hoping desperately that I send Danny packing, of course she is. But she can't really say anything when I decide not to. It's not like I've deliberately stolen him from her. It's just that he's been unable to resist his animal attraction to me. As for me, I've just figured that I may as well fuck the pair of them (they're both cute after all!) cos otherwise Danny's splitting anyway. 

So it's not really anyone's fault, is it? I can't help being gorgeous. I can't help it if Danny wants me and not Petra. She can't honestly blame me, can she, when you think of it like that? 

I mean, what's a pretty girl to do.

Like, maybe she should actually thank me for agreeing to take care of horny Dan. LOL.

Seriously though, it's perfect. It really is perfect. The way I've orchestrated this means that even though I've planned the whole thing, even though I'm having a great time utterly humiliating Petra, still she's not gonna bitch me about it that much, either now or later. 

Fact I know she won't give me a hard time tomorrow. If she does it will just look like jealousy and make her feel even worse about herself. She'll hate me (oh just think how much she's gonna hate me!) but she'll have to suffer in silence. Probably try and laugh it off. Shit I won't even have to bother apologizing. Why should I?

I need to spin this out slightly (don't want to look too keen!) so I pretend to be a little embarrassed and feeling bad for Petra and I tell Danny that maybe he should go. 

Trouble is, he's horny as hell and he can sense I'm persuadable, so he sticks around and argues the toss. 

I carry on saying no but the boy just won't give up. 

He downright pleads with me. 

"Oh god please, Em! Please and pretty please? Aw, c'mon, please Emily baby," he keeps saying, stuff like that. 

Yeah, that was a nice touch. Poor guy wants sex with me so bad that he's actually begging! 

That's gotta make Petra feel even more of a dog. LOL. 

Eventually I stop resisting and I ask Paul if he's sure about being cool with a threesome.

"More the merrier," he grins.

"Ok," I giggle.

So Paul and I allow Danny in on the action. We get three cushions all kinda merged together and we make ourselves nice and comfortable, me in the middle, boy on either side.

I don't ask Petra's permission, I just give a little shrug, half apologetic, half gloating, and I begin making out with both guys.

First I let them undress me down to my knickers. Then I lie on the cushions like a sex kitten and they start planting little kisses all over my body. And I do mean all over. LOL. 

It's delicious! I'm the beautiful princess being adored and pampered by her two handsome young male slaves!

For poor Petra it couldn't be more different. If I'm the princess she is most definitely the downtrodden peasant. I lounge there shivering with pleasure, she sits opposite and alone and feeling like a piece of shit. 

She's fighting back tears. LOL.




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She's kind of rooted. Doesn't know what the fuck to do. She doesn't want to sit there watching the fun, definitely not, but it's difficult practically for her to go to bed. Like she needs to get changed, use the bathroom, all that.

Whatever. Up to her. We don't give a toss about her now. It's like she's not there. The three of us are totally into each other. It's orgy time!

While the unfortunate girl sits staring at the carpet, grappling with her dilemma, the boys strip down to their boxers. So when Petra does finally risk a look up she gets to see two yummy, near-naked male bods both of which, sadly, are completely off limits for her. Poor thing. Must be quite excruciating! LOL.

She also gets to see what a high old time I'm having. Danny is down massaging and kissing my feet while Paul is on similar duty with my breasts. He's pleasuring them with his mouth and his hands, caressing them, sucking at them, pinching and licking my nipples. Both of the guys are bulging impressively in their shorts and I have my hand slipped inside Paul's, exploring his erection, delicately teasing it. 

Petra stumbles to her feet. She's had enough. The girl can't stand a single second more of this. LOL! She goes off to her clothes chest, over by her bed, and grabs some stuff. Then she beetles into the bathroom and locks the door.

"Poor Petra," I laugh, pulling my hand out of Paul's shorts.

"Argh, don't fucking stop!" he groans.

Danny certainly hasn't stopped. After finishing with my feet, he's kissed his way assiduously up my legs with that expert mouth of his and he's now kinda smooching around my panties.

I reach down and pull his head up.

"What's up, baby," he grins. "Don't you like it?"

"I fucking love it, sugar," I giggle.

"So, what then?"

"Let's carry on in bed," I say. "That's ok with you two, isn't it?"

It is.

By the time that Petra comes out of the bathroom I'm lying on my bed, duvet discarded, and I'm completely embroiled with my boys. We're all three of us naked now.

Petra is stood there in her pyjamas looking utterly desolate and befuddled and ridiculous. It's fucking hilarious.

She wants the lights off but she's not sure if she ought to be asking me first. Cos, you know, maybe sex is better with the lights on. She wouldn't know after all, would she? LOL.

I decide to help her out.

"Why don't you turn the lights off and go to bed, sweetie?" I tell her, as I'm stroking Danny's cock with one hand and tickling Paul's balls with the other.

"Um, ok," Petra mumbles. Least I think that's what it is. Hard to say for sure. The girl can barely speak.

"Thanks," I giggle.

So Petra goes and turns the light off at the wall switch. Poor thing has to walk past my bed in order to do it. LOL.

***

Me and the boys fuck like rabbits for hours. We hardly sleep at all.

Neither does Petra. My bed is right alongside hers and we're very noisy, especially me. I reckon they can hear us loud and clear in the next block let alone the next bed! 

So yes, OMG, poor poor Petra. She hears everything. Perhaps she manages a few winks but I doubt it.

It's incredible being in bed with two horny young guys at the same time. Every girl should try it. It's the first time for me (first of many as it turned out, LOL) but I take to the whole experience like a seasoned whore.

Soon as the lights are out I'm indulging myself wickedly with both the boys. I cocktease them to a frenzy, giggling like a crazy bitch, while debating with myself which one to fuck first and in what position, and what I want the other one to be doing while his friend is doing me. Yet more decisions!

Perhaps I should call out and seek Petra's advice. LOL.

The boys are a wet dream. They're fucking amazing. Perhaps they have done something like this before, dunno, I don't ask and I don't care. Point is, they're both fantastic lovers and they work beautifully in tandem. It's like they were born to drive a girl wild.

It's all about my pleasure. Like, Danny doesn't mind at all when I tell him that I'm gonna fuck Paul first. "Sure thing, gorgeous," is all he says, then he slithers down on me and he laps away at my dripping pussy while I lick and nibble at Paul's gorgeous thick cock, priming it, getting it hot and hard and ready to enter me just as soon as Danny makes room down there.

Yeah, Paul and Danny perform out of their skin. They do just about everything you can possibly imagine doing to a girl. And I'm not selfish. I do just about everything you can imagine to both of them.

My favourite part is probably when I've already been fucked by both of them ("Oh yeah, Danny, gimme that big cock of yours! Fuck me good, baby!" I scream, especially for Petra, when Danny's massive dick first enters my greedy cunt. LOL!) and I'm on all fours in the bed and the boys are pleasuring me simultaneously, I have Paul's mouth devoted to my pussy, eating my cunt out, licking and teasing my clit, and at the same time Danny is behind me and he's just as busy with my ass, he's kinda worshipping me down there, kissing all over my buttocks, and then licking at my asshole, tonguing deep inside as if his life depended on it.

It's fucking cosmic. They have me squirming around the bed in sheer fucking ecstasy. I have a series of shattering orgasms, I couldn't even tell you how many. I'm moaning and squealing the fucking roof down. Ok, I'm ramping up the volume cos I wanna really torture the sad unwanted thing lying in the neighbouring bed, but I'd be making a fuck of a lot of noise in any case, believe me.

But, yeah, I must admit, knowing that poor Petra is lying scrunched up and alone about a metre away, listening to these sounds of me being serviced and taken to heaven by two gorgeous hunky boys, this aspect is adding a great deal to my enjoyment.

I get a particular kick out of the undeniable fact that the guy who Petra thought was going to be hers tonight is right now in thrall to my ass.

"Oh god, Danny, yeah that's good. Having my butt licked, I so love that!" I giggle, really loud, deciding that I'd like Petra to know exactly what Danny is doing.

And then some more, just on the off chance she hasn't quite got the picture.

"That feels so fucking good, baby. Oh Danny, yeah. Keep going with that, sugar. Keep licking my ass like that, honey. Go on Danny, baby, don't be shy, get your tongue right in there. Oooo baby, yeah! Oh my god that's right, sugar, oh yeah, that feels fucking incredible!"

Do you think Petra enjoyed that?

No?

LOL.

Paul and Danny can tell that I'm saying stuff especially to torture Petra and they enter fully into the spirit of this side of things. 

Like, there's an awful lot of very vocal adoring of me from both of them throughout the night. 

They tell me over and over in clear ringing tones what a beautiful sexy girl I am, that I ought to be a model or a movie star or something equally glamorous like that, how my face is just amazing, drop-dead pretty, and they go on about how terrific I am in bed, I'm fucking great, and oh christ my body is just complete and utter feminine perfection, so slim and gorgeous, such fabulous tits, such lovely lovely skin, such a heavenly pussy, such a glorious ass.

All perfectly true, of course, but boy do they lay it on thick!

Poor Petra. 

Wonder how she's feeling listening to all this? 

Think I can imagine. LOL.

***

It must be nearly dawn by the time the boys and I have had our fill of each other and, tired and sated, the three of us snuggle up under my duvet and drift off to sleep for a couple of hours.

I'm awoken by the sounds of Petra creeping around and getting ready to leave for morning lectures. She looks jumpy and strung out. Her movements are jerky and hurried and kinda surreptitious, and she keeps flicking quick nervous glances our way, clearly hoping we're still asleep and that she can get out of the room without any interaction.

The boys are awake too now. Not moving much but definitely back in the land of the living.

Petra has thrown on a pair of baggy sweats and an old jumper. Kinda suits her. Girl looks a lot more acceptable in crap gear like this than she did in that 'nice' dress last night, is what I'm lying there in bed thinking. The more that's covered up the better, is what it boils down to with girls like Petra. Yep, most definitely. Daggy girls should stick to daggy clothes. Leave the glamour puss stuff to hotties like me. LOL.

I keep watching her through almost closed eyelids, like a cat looking at a captive mouse, musing idly whether to let it escape.

It decides not to. The cruel capricious cat can't resist having a little more fun with the helpless little mouse.

"Morning sweetie," I drawl from my bed, as she's passing close to it.

Busted! LOL.

"Oh yeah, hi Em," Petra says quickly.

She turns away just as quickly because otherwise what she's looking at is me cuddling blissfully in bed with two boys. I'm sandwiched between them, spooning with Paul in front of me, being spooned by Danny behind. Just our head and shoulders are visible above the duvet but it's obvious to anyone that we're all completely butt naked.

I have my hand curled around Paul's dick and I can feel some stirrings. Boy's a machine. LOL. God I just love the feel of a guy's tool hardening in my palm on the morning after the night before. Danny is also firming up nicely down there, I know this because his fast growing erection is pressing forcefully into my ass. And OMG I love that too! 

Petra hastens away from us to the kitchenette area. Her bag is lying on the counter there. She's keen to pick it up and get out the door.

"Petra's leaving," I whisper, in a way that tells the boys I'd like to torment her a little before she does.

They both chuckle quietly and we all sit up in bed, duvet pushed down to waist level.

"Well good morning, Petra!" beams Paul. 

Danny is just laughing.

"Morning!" Petra trills, trying her very best to be upbeat and cheerful but not coming even close to pulling it off. Her voice cracks and she appears massively embarrassed and anxious and unhappy.

"Sweetie, can you bring me a coke?" I call out. "I'm fucking parched."

Petra's face twitches but she kinda has to do it. Churlish to refuse, she is standing right by the fridge.

She comes over with this can of coke and hands it to me.

I reach across Danny to take it, then settle back into position, smiling sweetly at Petra. "You're an angel."

"S'ok," Petra mutters.

"I mean it, you're an angel."

I roll the can against my tits to check the temperature, giggle and pronounce myself satisfied that it's cold enough.

"Hey, just thinking, do you wanna be even more of an angel? Do you wanna fix us breakfast in bed, sweetie? Me and the guys are pretty hungry, all that exercise."

Paul and Danny join in the sport, guffawing their loud and raucous approval of that suggestion.

Petra stands glued to the spot, desperately trying to process the situation and make a suitable response. Her expression is a picture!

I keep my face straight a while longer, enjoy watching her flounder, and then I dissolve in giggles.

"I'm joking you klutz!"

Petra is relieved (stupid cow really thought I might be being serious!) but she's also mortified about being mocked so openly.

She's still there by my bed and I catch her looking yearningly at the rippling bare torsos on either side of me. It's quick and she tries to hide it, but I notice. OMG, poor tantalized thing, she's positively drooling at the hunky naked boys! 

It's painful to see.

I love it!

Because for a few seconds there the dark pool of permanent cock deprivation that festers inside Petra has overflowed, no doubt about it. It's taken her over completely. She's fucking drowning in it. 

Her aching need, and the awful sexual frustration, is written all over the poor thing's face. It's suddenly all there is to her.

The way Petra is looking at this insouciant display of sculptured chests and hard flat stomachs and muscled biceps, that tortured mix of acute desire and intense shame, it's similar to how the pathetic saddo at the bar was obsessing on my sexy legs. Really, that's how bad it is.

OMG, this is so fucking hilarious. 

Like, aw, just look at the little mouse, see how it suffers!

Poor starving little mouse staring at all the cheese. LOL!

I decide to be really mean. With Petra not watching but definitely watching I place my hand on Danny's sexy stomach and let it rest there, proprietorial fashion. Then I move it down an inch or two and using a single fingernail I slowly draw a figure of eight through his lower belly hairs, just really playfully and teasingly, and Danny starts to grunt a little, getting aroused. If I drifted further south, just below the duvet, I know exactly the condition I'd find Danny's cock in now!

Paul's too, because he's at my pussy. The sexy bastard is fingering me artfully under the covers and, ooo yes, it's getting me nice and moist again. 

Petra knows I'm getting a little morning treat. The action is hidden but it's perfectly obvious what's happening from the position Paul's arm is in, the rustlings of the duvet, the smug gratification on my face.

I'm gazing at Petra the whole time, enjoying my erotic power, my enormous superiority. I merely have to decide how long I want to keep tyrannizing the hapless girl.

I really am the cat. I'm the cat who's got all the cream. LOL.

Petra wants to leave. She's dying to leave. Very last thing she wants is to be stood next to the bed having this little conversation with us.

She doesn't even want to look at us but it's impossible for her not to.

We do wanna look at her though. That's a big part of the fun right now, just staring frankly at her, laughing at her, savouring the impact of the unspeakable thing that we've done, are doing, to this wretched girl.

"Petra, so how you doing babe?" drawls Danny, baiting grin.

Petra goes bright red. She doesn't know what to say to him.

I crack the coke and get some spray on the duvet.

"Oh fuck-a-duck!" I go, and I flap violently at the duvet, in the process knocking it most of the way off the bed.

Meaning that Petra is now gazing down forlornly on two highly impressive, fully erect cocks. Both of them are standing up high and proud. The forbidden cheese has just gotten even bigger and tastier, I guess we could say, and it's being waved right under poor little hungry mousey's nose. Talk about a cruel tease! LOL!

Petra's eyes almost pop out of their sockets. She puts a hand to her mouth and tries desperately to compose herself. Looks like she might fucking faint or something. OMG, it's the funniest thing ever!

Certainly we see the funny side. The boys are cackling and I succumb to a serious fit of the giggles.

"Ooops, so sorry about that, sweetie!" I say, when I eventually pull myself together, and I start to drag the duvet back in place. I take my sweet time with it, ensuring that Petra gets a long look at the lovely hard cocks before they disappear for good.  

Wonder how long she'll have to wait before she sees one again. 

Another 23 years maybe? LOL.

"Yeah, just pretend you never saw that," chuckles Paul. 

"If she can, that is," smirks Danny.

"Stop it guys!" I laugh, mock chiding the both of them. "That's not how to say goodbye to Petra, flashing your dicks at the poor girl. Why don't you say goodbye properly."

"Bye Petra," they chorus.

"That's better," I smile.

Petra manages to emit a strangled 'ok bye' and she bolts for the door.

"Oh sweetie?" I call, as she's opening it.

She turns around super cautiously.

"First class is that English Lit intro thing, isn't it?"

Petra nods.

"Yeah, thought so. Thing is, I'm meant to be at that, but it looks like I'm not gonna make it, so can you be a real sweetheart and take notes for me?"

Petra looks about to finally snap at me or something. 

However she fights it down, mutters ok sure.

"Great, thanks. Nice and neat so I can read them, sweetie, yeah?" 

But she'd already gone. Don't think she caught that last bit. Probably just as well, it was slightly gratuitous. Got a little carried away.

***

The three of us cracked up laughing as soon as the door closed. We were in hysterics.

"Don't you just love it when a plan comes together," I grinned.

"Oh jesus, Em, you are something else."

"Why thank you!"

"Breakfast in bed! I love it!"

"I know. Ha ha ha."

"You should have made her do it, gorgeous."

"Should, shouldn't I? My little servant. Ha ha ha."

"Could have fed you too, sweetheart, while she was at it."

"Fed all of us. Ha ha ha."

"She looked quite hungry herself, I thought," Danny smirked. "Not for food though."

"Hardly needs food, Dan. Not with the size of her." said Paul.

"Ha ha ha. Needs something else though, mate, doesn't she?"

"Too right she does. Hey, Em, you sure got that right. Girl is absolutely gagging for cock. Jesus, she's desperate! She fucking reeks of it."

"Yeah, I knew she was. That's what made it so funny just now!"

"When you did that thing with the duvet, you mean?"

"Mmm. Got a great look at you two, didn't she? Ha ha ha."

"Certainly did. She's gonna be seeing my big fat cock in her dreams for months, poor cow!"

"Hey, what about my cock?"

"Yeah, ok, yours too mate."

"Poor Petra," I giggled.

"So, Emily gorgeous, how about me and Danny give you a nice slow morning screw? How about we knock your hot little brains out again starting right about now?"

"I would love that, honey."

"Good. Then how about we stick around and we carry on tormenting your poor little roommate when she gets back later?"

"Yeah, Em, what do you reckon? That is a fucking great idea!" Danny cackled. "Let's give her a really bad time."

"Think she's already had that, sugar, don't you? Not sure what else we could do."

"I can think of plenty. Bet you can too, Paul, am I right?"

"Oh definitely."

"Like, I wouldn't mind slapping her lardy arse a bit."

"I'd be careful with that, mate, if I were you. She might like it."

"Ha ha ha. Not the way I'll be doing it. I'll strip her and make her bend over and give her backside a real fucking going over. Give me a nice hard-on doing that, I reckon. Get me ready to fuck Emily again."

"Oooo, so I get the benefit. Now I'm interested!"

"Too right you get the benefit, gorgeous. Maybe I let fatty kiss my dick before I stick it in your juicy cunt. Maybe she gets to sniff it when it comes out."

"Such an imagination, sugar!"

"Thanks. Good though, Em, innit. You get all the cock you want between your legs and she just gets to smell it!"

"Ha ha ha."

"You like the sound of that, Em, don't you?"

"Really? You think?"

"C'mon, baby, you know you do."

"Perhaps I do!"

"You fucking love it!"

"Any more wild and wonderful ideas?" I teased.

Paul takes the baton, as keen as Danny to entertain me.

"I got one! After Dan's finished whooping her ass she has to crawl around on all fours and pretend to be a cow."

"Pretend?"

"Ha ha ha. Yeah, so not much acting required. Just has to go moo moo moo, basically, and that's it. Then we make her apologize to Emily, say sorry for being so gross and ugly, for not being a beautiful babe like Em is. She has to grovel to Em, get down on her knees in front of her and beg for her forgiveness."

"Ha ha ha. Maybe I ought to be Princess Emily then."

"Yeah, I like that. Ok agreed. She has to call you Princess while she's grovelling. Fact, even better, she has to call you that all the fucking time!" 

"Wow, sounds like I'm gonna have a great time then! If I'm a princess."

"You are, babe, you are. You're gonna have so much fun. Especially with Petra, cos she only gets the lovely princess's forgiveness on condition that from that point on she does absolutely anything and everything the princess tells her to do."




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"Anything?"

"Yes, sweetheart, anything."

"Even after today?"

"Sure, baby."

"Ok so let's see now. How about I have her do all the chores around here and I don't have to lift a finger?"

"Goes without saying, sweetheart. Princesses don't do chores."

"Excellent. But does that include more personal type chores? Like, for example, what if I want her to paint my toenails?"

"Course!"

"Or more than that, actually. She can assist me when I'm getting ready for a date with a man, can't she, is what I'm thinking."

"So that's every night then, gorgeous, yeah?"

"Ha ha ha. Probably. So Petra can do my nails, sure, but also other stuff. Like, she can get my clothes ready, help me dress, do my hair, put lotion on me, spray perfume in a few places, just generally make me look and smell as scrumptious as can be for my hot date!"

"Ha ha ha. Love it, Em!"

"And she can help out when I'm actually with a man. You know, when I come back from my date and bring him home to bed."

"How do you mean exactly?"

"Well, like you know what Danny said about Petra kissing his cock before he sticks it in me and then sniffing it afterwards?"

"Ha ha ha. Yeah."

"Ok so that's great. I love that. But perhaps sometimes I allow her to be a little more active when I bring a hunky guy home."

"More active? Not gonna have mercy and let her get any actual cock, Emily, are you?"

"Ha ha ha. No way. But she can help me enjoy it, can't she? Like, once I've got my handsome lover all nice and hard Petra can use her hand to guide his large dick into my warm slippery cunt. Then she can stand by and watch me get fucked senseless."

"You're such a bitch, Em! Brilliant!"

"Isn't it. Gets better though. When he's finished fucking me Petra has to bow and scrape and thank him for doing it, for pleasuring the sexy princess, and then when she's seen him out, helped him into his coat and stuff and said goodbye, she can make my bed, generally tidy up the place, then she can accompany me to the bathroom and attend my shower, get down on her knees in there and see to my intimate parts, wash my ass, give my soiled and battered cunt a good soaping, make sure that I'm all lovely and fresh again just in case, you know, another gorgeous looking man stops by and wants to make wild passionate love to me. See what I mean?"

Paul and Danny are killing themselves. Took a while before either could speak.

It's turning me on no end fantasizing like this (I kept thinking about it once we got fucking!) and the guys know it is. They've been fingering me the whole time we've been talking and I'm sopping wet! 

But that's all it is, of course, fantasy. Like, there's no way I'd be as horrible to Petra as that.

I mean, fuck's sake. 

I'm not a monster.

***

Ok. 

That's a true story. 

In a way I wish it wasn't, since I realize it doesn't reflect too well on me, but I'm afraid it is. That is what happened and it's more or less how it happened.

Not in every single detail. I have made it considerably more wicked and salacious than it truly was. I didn't plan things quite so cold-bloodedly, for example, and I didn't do the strip poker trick, and we didn't do and say all that sick stuff the following morning, but the essence of it is faithful to the reality.

In my first term at college I did share a room with an older girl (let's stick with 'P') who was a good deal less attractive and sexually experienced than me. Perhaps not quite a virgin, I made that up, but close. 

And we did hit this bar one evening and got talking to two handsome young guys, who I knew both fancied me rotten although one was pretending hard to like P.

And yes we did invite them back with us, to our room, where we all got drunk on cheap wine and inhibitions flew out the window, then one thing led to another and before too long I was getting seriously hit on by both the boys and poor P was being totally ignored.

At which stage I should have called a halt to proceedings, I know I should. But I didn't. I was actually enjoying the situation. Getting a perverse pleasure from how these two dishy guys were into me and not my roommate, how they were both hell bent on seducing me.

So, heart of the matter, poor P crawled off to bed alone and I ended up sleeping with the two guys, shagging them both in my bed right next to hers.

And I enjoyed that too. Not just the sex, which I obviously loved, but the fact that here I was getting bedded by two gorgeous boys while she was stewing there in lonely isolation, just a few feet away, hearing everything and no doubt feeling insanely jealous.

Why did I get a kick from it? I'm not at all certain. I think it was probably that I was insecure at 19 despite the fact that I was so pretty. So this whole kind of sordid episode was providing me with an ego boost, a confirmation of just how appealing I was to the opposite sex.

Anyway, whatever, I behaved like an utter bitch. That's the point.

You're perhaps wondering what came next.

Well, you'll be surprised.

I said how we didn't really do any of that rather vile mocking of poor P on the morning after, didn't I?

Ok, so we didn't. What actually occurred was that my two conquests got up early, whispered goodbye to me, and they were long gone by the time that me and P awoke properly.

There was an atmosphere between us at first, me and my roommate, but we had a clear-the-air chat about things and I apologized and she ended up just laughing about it. She was great.

We decided amicably that we weren't compatible to share digs, since I'd want to be partying, bringing guys home, all of that, whereas P was more into her studies and a quiet life. 

So we split in that sense (I moved out a few days later) but in another sense we didn't, because we stayed in touch and in fact became very good friends right the way through university. Mixed in different circles, did different things, but always enjoyed each other's company. Perhaps it's because we were such opposites that it worked so well.

We're still friends now, almost 20 years later. Our lives have diverged radically and we don't hook up much (we live hundreds of miles apart) but we do manage to get together sporadically.

Last time was a couple of months ago, in fact. I happened to be on business in the city where P lives and I had a little downtime so I called her and we met up.

We had drinks and then dinner and it was a blast. P got married just late last year and she brought Malcolm along, the first time I'd met her hubby and so that was nice. Really sweet guy.

Only slightly awkward aspect of the evening (and it was quite awkward) was Malcolm taking way more interest in my cleavage than a man ought to do when his wife is around. It got more and more obvious as the night went on. By the time we were in the restaurant and halfway through our main course the poor guy seemed almost transfixed. It was pretty embarrassing because P most definitely noticed, although she was pretending furiously otherwise.

And ok I must own up to a touch of 'mea culpa' about the situation, and more specifically about poor Malcolm's inability to stop drooling at my breasts. I had a very racy dress on and I guess the dangerously plunging neckline wasn't at all appropriate for this particular occasion. I really should have chosen something else, shouldn't I, given I knew perfectly well that P's new husband would be joining us.

Can't think why I didn't.

LOL.



See Emily Play



Emily thought about this and suddenly realised why he was carrying a riding crop and without warning, along with this realisation a thrill swept through her that centred itself in her pussy, but she had no idea why this should have happened.

"Discard the robe," he said and Emily removed it to stand naked before him. "Move your feet so that your heels are about a foot apart, don't turn around."

She did exactly as she was told.

"My name is Brian, from this day you will call me Master Brian, is that clear?"

"Yes," she paused then added, "Master Brian."

"You have beautiful legs and a nicely rounded behind, I like what I see and I see what I like, normally a man will approach a girl and ask her for a date, but a dominant male will choose his mate and take her as and when he wishes. I am a dominant male and you are to be my submissive, I have chosen you and you are to obey me without question, do you understand me thus far?"

"Yes Master Brian, I understand."

"Good," she could almost hear him smiling. "Now, bend over and grasp your ankles."

Immediately she did exactly as told, grasping her ankles tightly. She could see him through her spread thighs, noticed that he was gaining an erection and realised that her pussy was wet also and that he could see it quite clearly from his place on the sofa. Thwack, the riding crop came down on her right buttock and again, descended equally as swiftly on the left side.

"Ouch," she exclaimed, "that stung," she said straightening up while learning that she had actually enjoyed it.

"I didn't tell you that you could stand tall again, but never mind, I will let it go this time, they were just love taps, administered for not bringing the drinks on a tray."

"I understand Master Brian, I shall be more circumspect in future."

"Good my little one, now tell me, did the riding crop stir your sexuality at all?"

"Yes Master Brian it did, that quite surprised me, I never realised that such a thing could be found pleasurable."

56 "I have much to teach you Emily, but are you willing to learn, do you want me to open up your sexuality and explore those depths of you that you are not even aware exist?"

"Yes Master Brian, I will be honoured to be your pupil."

Brian smiled at her, "turn around Emily, come and sit beside me and drink your coffee before it gets too cold."

She turned towards him, and he noticed that her nipples had peaked, "Emily put one foot on the arm of the sofa and part your pussy lips, let me see how wet you have become."

Emily did as she was told; being very surprised that she could do this so easily, and noticed that her clit had also become erect while her pussy was swimming with juice. This was also a first; she had never become aroused so easily before. Stealing a glance at Brian she saw that his shaft was also fully erect now, and so wanted that piece of meat inside her. Maybe this would be the time.

"Come, sit next to me now and enjoy your coffee."

As she sat down her eyes cast over Brian's erect cock. It was a beautiful piece of flesh and she wanted it more than anything, so much so that she was prepared to do almost anything he asked, just to feel it pumping away inside her and emptying his cumm. 

Brian got up from the sofa when she had made herself comfortable, taking his empty cup to the kitchen. He then surprised her by picking up her clothes from the floor where she had let them fall the previous day on her way to the shower room. Amongst them he found a purple silk scarf that he threw over his shoulder, the rest he dumped onto an armchair.

Taking her empty cup he placed it back on the table and walked over to the French windows. "Come here," he commanded, she rose instantly and walked over to where he stood, looking outside. "Well done Emily, it is so easy to be obedient, and your submissive attitude will always please me, I believe you are a natural submissive and that is what I have long sought in a woman. Someone who finds pleasure in submission and in pleasing her man, both will always please me, and as we progress you will I am sure make me a very proud Master."

"We are going for a little walk now," he said.

"But Master I have no shoes on and I am naked," she squeaked.

He laughed at her discomfort replying that they were only going into the garden and as this was the only cottage for quite a long way, no one was likely to see them.

"Please Master, I don't want to see the garden," was her answer.

This time he took the silk scarf and wound it around her eyes saying, "there, now you can't see the garden, and if you resist any further, I will be forced to put cuffs on you and replace the leash."

Her resistance became completely non-existent now, she was in his hands and if they were going to go anywhere with this she had to trust him.

Brian took a step back and to the left side of her while reaching above the folded curtain to find the key to unlock the door. She remained silent now, suitably chastened, he was glad that he had not had to use the crop on her again. Taking her hand, he put it on his shaft once more saying, "Feel me, caress my length, enjoy its silkiness, get to know its every vein and bump; when you are good it will be your reward."

Gently taking it in her hand she began to stroke it again; now she was compliant, now she was ready to do whatever he asked of her, this was to be her prize. "Come Emily; let us go into the garden now." With that he opened the French windows; it was not quite as cold as she had expected, but she had no wish to stay out there for very long.

Taking her hand they entered the garden together, her one hand still wrapped around his hard penis.

The grass was still wet from the rain, and she soon found that the long green shards had made her legs wet all the way up to her pussy. She relied on Brian totally for guidance, doing her best to stay beside him, not daring to let go of his erection. As they walked, twisting and turning her hand was constantly moving on his shaft keeping it hard and proud. In turn, he chose their path carefully, avoiding the remains of what once might have been a proud rockery. She could smell the perfume of winter roses in the garden but had not known they were there until now.

They went on through a rustic archway to a second part of the garden where the growth was waist high with lush grass. All the while Brian advised her of the dire condition of her garden, letting her see it with his eyes while remaining positive in that he knew she would get it put right.

On reaching what he judged to be the centre of what had once been a lush lawn Brian stopped and looked at her, seeing the droplets of water glistening like millions of tiny diamonds on her skin. She stood silent, obedient and hungry for him.

He drew her close to him, gently kissing her neck and face; he nuzzled the soft flesh, sucking lightly on the bare skin. He lifted her arms around his shoulders, his hands feeling for her lovely breasts, her nipples erect but now hardening as they came alive for him. He smiled, knowing what he had to do.

She shivered in anticipation; the morning sun had risen in the sky, spreading its warm glow. Gently he laid her down on the soft grass, still wet with the morning dew, touching every part of her naked body, bringing her closer and closer to release but not giving her the satisfaction of a climax. 

She was ready for him and he was ready for her but the time was not yet right. He wanted to take her fighting his own needs and desires, as this again must be judged right. When she begged, only then would he relent. Once more, he left her hungry for him, her pussy lips swollen with desire, her clit erect like never before and her nipples spiked like hard bullets.

Jumping up he pulled her to her feet, leading her back indoors and to the shower room, where the scarf was removed.

His last words to her in the room were, "when you have finished showering, clean it up."

He left her standing under the running water, tears streaming undetected down her face, tears of utter frustration. She had so many questions. Why hadn't he taken her last night, and why not in the garden, was he impotent or something? Her whole body craved him, she was ready to do anything for him, and she meant anything. She was getting used to the submissive role now and his dominance, in fact, she was enjoying it and perversely looked forward to him using that crop on her again; it had stirred something deep inside her that she had hitherto been unaware of.

She quickly washed, then sponged down the walls and mopped the floor dry before drying herself, then popped into the bathroom to clean her teeth. Back in her room she selected a tight fitting 'T' shirt to emphasise her full breasts and a pair of lace panties, throwing them on as if to give off an air of nonchalance. However she was being eaten up inside, her guts were churning because of her need for release. 

Emily had almost given in to her need in the shower room and brought about her own climax, but knew that it wouldn't be the same and resisted the urge. Ready now, she returned to the lounge.

Brian was curled up on the sofa reading a book; and watched her openly as she walked in with a haughty air of nonchalance. The fact that she had put clothes on made him smile, but her choice of clothing he found interesting. Obviously she had covered up to hide from him, but at the same time she had dressed to excite. 

She was getting closer to capitulation and that stirred him, the time was coming when he would be able to take her, the stirrings in his groin told him that he couldn't hold out much longer either.

Emily stood before him, tantalising, knowing that she could easily arouse him. "What would you have me do Master Brian?" She was pleased to see him smiling and in that moment, as a boyish grin swept across his face, Emily realised that she really was happy.

"I want you to get a duster and dust the legs and feet of all the furniture in this room," he said.

With a feather duster in her hand she did as bid, knowing that everything had already been done earlier by Jeannie Harris. Deliberately she bent from the waist ensuring that her legs were always parted and that she stood with her back directly towards him. This gave him a constant view of her legs and the apex where they met, where her lacy panties were getting wetter by the second.

Dammit she thought, this is turning me on more than it is him, how can he sit there like that, with that beautiful shaft so hard and not want to rape me.

"Stop now," he commanded her, "remove your panties, I will see your pussy, do the dusting over again"

That's better, she thought, he does want me. Emily went towards the nest of tables and bending over as before presented her wet and open pussy to him, her little clit erect for him to see.

In this position she asked him, "Master does my pussy please you?"

"Yes little one, it pleases me greatly, but tell me, do you enjoy showing it off for me?"

"Yes Master, it turns me on."

"Then tell me what you want Emily, tell me what you really want from me."

"I want you to take me Master, my pussy cries out for the feel of your beautiful spear, and the feel of your white hot cumm exploding inside me, I want you more than anything I have ever wanted in my life. The way you have been with me so far has kept me on the boil since I first touched your wondrous shaft in the shower room. I need you Master, more than you can know."

"Why haven't you said so before little one, why have you not been begging me to impale you?"

"I didn't think you would want to hear me whining Master, so I kept quiet."

"On the contrary dear Emily, I have deliberately kept you on the edge to make you beg for it. Are you ready to beg now Emily?"

"Oh yes Master, in the shower I cried unashamedly with the frustration of wanting you, please Master, take me now, be as rough or as gentle as you will, just fill me with your magnificence and empty your beautiful sac inside me, Please Master, please."

Brian stood up, beckoning her over, the purple silk scarf lying on the arm of the sofa. Picking it up he bade her bend over the arm and used it to tie her wrists together. "Don't move from that position unless I tell you otherwise," he ordered.

"I will obey Master."

Dropping to his knees behind her Brian parted her legs gently exposing her very hungry pussy, his hands running softly up the inside of them, feeling for her soft folds and hard clit, stroking gently. Emily purred, she wanted him so badly that she opened her legs even wider. 

Helping her up he instructed her to kneel in front of him, watching her eyes as he began stroking her face with his steel hard rod. Gently he brushed her lips with it until she opened her mouth to take it in.

Emily was delighted, immediately sucking in his rigid member as it lay in her mouth. She heard a moan coming from him and was satisfied, this time she knew he would follow through. As she sucked, she took him further and deeper into her mouth, until he pulled away and lifting her up guided her to the bedroom where he laid her on the bed.

Beside the bed there was a canvas bag from which he took a length of rope that he used to tie her ankles to the bedposts. Removing the silk scarf, he did the same with her wrists, leaving her spread-eagled and open for whatever he wanted to do to her.

Kneeling between her thighs he began nibbling at the flesh presented to him, sucking on it gently as he slowly moved closer to his goal. The aroma of woman in heat assailed his nostrils, urging him on, and soon his tongue found her sopping wet pussy, greedily he drank of her juices before moving on to her aching clit. 

For a while he played with it, content to draw circles around it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth and biting gently. Emily was transformed, her moans were loud enough to be heard in the village, she writhed and gyrated, wanting to free her hands and hold him close to her, he truly was a Master, her Master. Slowly he brought her close to an orgasm but would not let her go over the top.

She arched her back begging him to take her, to put his shaft in her and take her to orgasm; tears of pleasure were running from her eyes and dribbling down her cheeks. For him there was no holding back now, he wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him, he could deny her no longer. 

He slid his spear deeply into her; she was so wet that her pussy was like a bottomless well. She shrieked as he pumped his rod in and out of her, feeling the mouth of her womb against the swollen head of his cock, and he marvelled at the way she used her strong pussy muscles to ripple up and down his length.

She was being filled to perfection with his hardness and could hold out no longer, with a loud wail the first wave of her orgasm swept through her quickly followed by a second and a third. Still he kept going and to urge him on Emily gripped him more tightly with her pussy muscles, squeezing and pulsing on his shaft to draw the cumm from him that boiled in his tight sac.

Unable to take this onslaught any longer, he gave up the unequal fight exploding inside her like a volcano, bathing her insides with his hot, thick and creamy cumm, he lay there on top of her for a moment, jerking and trying to catch his breath. It had been most wonderful and he told her so as he reached out to untie her wrists. 

Immediately she threw her arms around him murmuring, "Master," "Master", repeatedly. For a long while they lay there, before he released her ankles, neither of them speaking, content to be in each other's arms.

This was going to be a wonderful week after all, she thought, a huge smile almost dividing her face in two. Emily was contented, and for the first time in many years.