1 comments/ 14732 views/ 1 favorites Fun with Jane Ch. 01 By: redbonobo I got to the party late. I had known it was fancy dress but as usual, I hadn't bothered, instead spending longer than I should have in the pub. The door opened as I got to the end of the drive, a skeleton and a sleeping beauty emerge, allowing me to slip in behind them. A few people stand in the corridor, two men in suits share an animated conversation whilst a roman soldier French kisses a surprisingly plain Marilyn Monroe. I take a swig from my bottle of larger as I move passed them, coming to stop in the livingroom doorway. Music blares out from two huge speakers that dwarf the room. The Dj's shaven head bobs up and down above the decks whilst a writhing thong surge up and down before him. My eyes pick up friendly faces, and glimpses of cleavage. A flash of white attracts their gaze, the blouse of a schoolgirl draped on a goddess who dances in the centre. My eyes pass over her body, curvy and voluptuous, strong sturdy thighs encased in nylon, two sumptuous inviting breasts that struggle to escape from the black bra that pokes out tantalisingly. I know instantly that it's Jane even if I've never seen her like this before, her body free from the layers that leave it sexless. She whirls round the dance floor with a confidence and sexuality that I've not seen before, I cannot help but become mesmerised. It's impossible to do anything but mentally kick myself as I watch this vision weave her spell. I ask myself how many times had I rejected her before she dared throw off her inhibitions and unveil her dangerous beauty. It's as though she taunts me, showing me what I could have had, showing me what I could have won. As she prowls the dance floor the surrounding men's gaze moves with her, her curves proving too enticing to escape the leers of those around her. Skinny bitches try to distract us but they do nothing but provide an unwelcome obstacle to sight of this glorious queen bee. They watch her with jealous envious eyes, wanting to be her, wanting to fuck her. For she is more than them, bigger, better, sexier. For why have a snack when you can have a feast? As I watch her I realise how stupid I was to ignore her before, not for the manner in which she dresses, but for the way she carries herself. Gone is the doubt, the shyness, to be replaced by a woman too intoxicating for words. Suddenly a tall dark stranger comes up behind her, his hands coming to sit on her hips. She spins round, a smile on her face. They dance closely, her body rubbing against his, his hands stroking and groping. I expect her to resist, she doesn't instead she pulls him closer, her long black boot positioned between his legs, her thigh rubbing his bulging crotch. I can't believe what she's doing but I can't take my eyes off her. She's sexy and naughty, she kisses him and I want her. She spins again, turning her back to her partner. Our eyes meet, hers excited and curious; mine, jealous and lustful. She smiles at me as he pushes her forward, leaving her sumptuous arse pressed against his. He slaps it as he thrusts forward, simulating the act that every bloke present imagines. She let's him, pushing her pert buttocks against his, rubbing his bulging crotch, seemingly wanting it, loving it. Still she looks at me, brazen and wanton. I hate her, I hate her for I know that this is her revenge for the rejection after rejection. I hate her because she punishes me. I hate her because I love, I want her, I need her. She pushes her partner away, he leaves, annoyed and unhappy. Seconds later she stands before me, ravishing and beautiful. 'what the fuck are you doing?' I ask angrily without knowing why. 'what?' she replies irritably, seemingly hurt at the question. 'On the dance floor...' my voice trails off as my arm waves in the direction of the thong of gyrating people grouped by the decks. 'what about it?' she looks at me seriously, seemingly scrutinising my expression carefully. 'you're making a spectacle of yourself,' even as I speak I realise that I'm lying. 'oh, so that's why you've been staring at me since the moment you walked in,' she spits back with a smug grin. 'and I thought it was because you'd finally come to your senses.' I was about to fire another put down in her direction knowing that I had to take out my frustration on her without knowing why. The words evaporate in my throat. She's right, she's sexy and she's right. 'it's not you,' I say eventually, still not knowing what I want to say. 'it's that prick.' Hateful eyes pick him out, this six foot streak of piss who's only crime has been to chance his arm on the sexy little bitch I didn't even want. 'his hands are all over you,' I keep talking, seething at what feels like deliberate slight delivered to punish me. 'good isn't it?' she winks and licks her lips. She's winding me up, making me hate her, making me want her. 'He's only trying to get in your knickers,' I say forcefully, my voice rising an octave as I struggle to control my anger. 'well if that's his plan, he'll find it difficult,' she replies innocently. 'but only because I'm not wearing any.' She smiles mischievously as I almost drop my drink in shock. She giggles as she registers my expression, eyes widened, mouth hanging open in disbelief. My mind is a maelstrom of emotion, a thin mist of surprise and confusion obscuring what I know as jealousy and lust. 'I don't believe you,' I say certainly, more as a reaction than a comment. 'whether you believe me or not it doesn't make it any less true,' she answers calmly. 'you wouldn't go out without knickers, you're not that kind of girl,' I say, realising that as I speak I do more to convince myself than her. 'and what kind of girl would that be?' she asks forcefully. 'you know what I mean,' I feel uncomfortable, knowing that I'm squirming before her questions. 'I really don't,' she snaps back, although her tone is betrayed by the cheeky smile that shines through. 'why don't you tell me?' I return her stare without flinching, unsure of what to say. I know what I think, I know how she's been acting, and as much as I hate the fact, I know how it's turning me on. 'you're acting like a slut,' I reply eventually, unable to skirt round the topic before continuing apologetically.' even though I know you're not.' 'well, I obviously am,' she answers abruptly. 'and what's so bad about that?' I look her intently, the question buzzes through my mind. What is so bad about that? What is so bad about that? Repeatedly, searching for an answer that looks ever more elusive. I think it through again and again, what is so bad about that. What is so bad about that the fact that my friend just so happens to be a beautiful, desirable women, a sex kitten, a femme fatale. That there's a side to her that's exciting and sexy, the side I had fooled myself into refusing to acknowledge existed. I look at her intently, desperately looking for some indication that this is a wind up. 'you're drunk,' I assert eventually, grasping at a straw I know I have no desire to hold. 'maybe a little,' she giggles before leaning in and lowering her voice. 'but I'm also a horny little slut.' 'you can't be a slut and a virgin,' I hate myself as I say it, knowing that I do so for no reason other than to hurt this fantastic creature for no reason. I'm behaving like a dick, a jealous, angry, stupid dick, driving her away even as I've never wanted her closer. 'yes you can,' she says eventually, her voice devoid of the seductive humour. 'but only for tonight.' 'why?' I ask, confused, struggling to make sense of her point, knowing that if there is a reason for my sudden stupidity, it comes as a result of the jealously and lust that this vixen inspires. 'why?' she asks disbelievingly, her smile betraying the power that she feels as the knowledge grips her that it is her femininity, her sexuality that has disarmed me. She leans in and whispers into my ear. 'because by the time I wake up tomorrow, I'm not going to be a virgin.' My eyes widen in shock, a reaction that induces a delicious grin that drips with wanton femininity. I want her, I know I want her. She flashes me a knowing, wry smile. She's beautiful and wanton, I can't help but want her. Her eyes study mine intently, she's so close I can smell her perfume, it's sweet and intoxicating. 'of course if you don't believe me...' she says quietly before pausing and looking up and down the hall to check that there is no one in earshot. She leans in, allowing me to leer at her cleavage as it threatens to spill from the tight lace of her bra. As my eyes linger I realise she's caught me starring. I look guilty as she smiles a sexy triumphant smirk. 'you could always let me prove it,' it's barely more than a whisper, delivered calmly with no hint of uncertainty. I return her burning stare as what little doubt remains slowly drifts away, freeing me of my suffocating inhibitions in the process. She flashes another glance towards the living room to make sure we're not being watched, and when satisfied that we're not, she raises her hand and places it on the bulge in my jeans. It's only a light touch but it sends what feels like electricity surging round my body as her fingers trace the outline of my already throbbing erection. 'Not that I need to,' she whispers as she squeezes my cock through my jeans. 'because you knew it the moment you walked in tonight. You've not been able to take your eyes off me, have you?' I shake my head, knowing that she's right, not wanting her to be anything else. Her hand gently strokes my cock, making it throb deliciously in reply. 'now, ask me nicely and I'll let you be the one responsible for turning sweet innocent little me into the sexiest bitch you'll ever meet,' she purrs deliciously, as she moves her exquisite body closer to mine. I return her stare, knowing that I want her, my body tingling with excitement and anticipation. Her hand gently caresses the bulge in my pants, my eyes feast themselves on he ample bosom and her wanton face. 'ask you?' I whisper as I register her glorious reaction, part innocent delight, part sinful. 'ask you?' I repeat as I release myself to the machismo, to the strength, to the power she induces. 'I'm not going to ask you,' I tell her as my mind fixes upon my desire without the slightest hint of uncertainty or doubt. 'I'm going to tell you.' 'tell me what?' she purrs quietly, her eyes sparkling triumphantly, alive with her rampant femininity. 'to get that perfect arse of your into the bedroom before I make you,' I say quietly and forcefully knowing that I've never wanted anything more. She releases her grip as a wanton and triumphant smile explodes on her lips. She steps backwards, to where a bedroom door stands open a crack, the interior of the room is dark, and silent. We slip through the gap, the door closing behind us, muffling the sound of the party. She twists her body, although I can barely see her in the gloom, her white blouse emits a luminescent glow. I walk over calmly as her silhouette shows her raising her leg so that it sits on a chair, her knee at right angels to her curvaceous body. I extend my arm, my fingers fan out in anticipation before the context with the coarse nylon, warm with the heat of her body. 'Mmmm,' she purrs deliciously. I squeeze her leg, my cock stiffening in my trousers. I run my fingers up her leg slowly, caressing and exploring as they go. As they move I manoeuvre my body so that I come to stand behind her. She leans backwards so that her back comes into contact with my chest. She's breathing heavily as I wrap my arm around her waist. My fingers push at the hem of her skirt, pulling it over her firm, womanly thigh. Suddenly the texture changes against my digits as the nylon give way to the lace top of her stocking. 'sexy bitch,' I whisper in to her ear, an exclamation that I can't resist making. She twists her head towards me and wiggles her arse, rubbing it against my bulging crotch. 'is that for me baby?' she asks in a voice that drips with honey and seduction. In reply I kiss her, my mouth opening widely as though to bite. As lips touch, tongues jostle and salvia mingles. It feels unrestrained and needed, sexual and glorious. My fingers continue their path up over her stocking top, on to the smooth skin of her thigh. I raise my other hand, the fingers fanning out to cup her firm, ripe breast. I squeeze it hard, eliciting another moan in response. Her body rubs against mine, her arse on my now throbbing erection. My fingers move higher, I feel her muscles of her thigh, I can smell the scent of her sex in the air. I know she's wet, dripping, and I know it is I who make her so. I ready myself to slip my in to the source of that sweet, intoxicating scent but as I probe closer to her pussy my finger brushes the delicate lace of what must be her panties. I break off the kiss instantly, pulling my head back and flashing a smile that's only just visible through the darkness. 'I thought you said you weren't wearing any,' I whisper into her ear, my body still pressed against hers. 'I must have been mistaken,' she giggles as she replies, it's playful and naughty. 'still it's easily rectified.' I kiss her again, our mouths merge, debauched and wonderful. She breaks it off suddenly, twisting her body to break my hold. I step backwards, eager to take her, even keener to let her conduct this beautiful seduction. It's dark but I can see her grin. She leans forward slightly as her hands grasp at the hem of her skirt. As she pulls it up I see the dark outline of her stockings give way to her milky white thighs. She hitches her skirt higher, up over the small dark triangle of fabric that barely protects her modesty. Her fingers slip into the waistband before she bends forward, pulling them down her thighs and under her knees. They fall to the floor as she straightens get body, her eyes burn in the gloom as she steps out of the thin lace knickers that sit on the floor. Once again she leans over, bending at the waist in a manner that causes her delicious cleavage to almost spill out of her tight bra. She picks up the panties and walks over to me, returning my stare with barely concealed lust. As she stops before me, the atmosphere crackles with electricity. Slowly she raises her hand, lifting the wisp of lace to within inches of my face. I can smell her sex, the aroma is strong and enticing. 'naughty, aren't I?' she says as a wanton grin. 'deliciously so,' I reply before kissing her again. As our mouths merge I wrap my arms around her, squeezing and caressing her sumptuous form. I feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, she lifts her keg and wraps it round my leg, balancing on her vertiginous heel as our bodies entwine. Tongues and hands move incessantly, stroking and probing in a way that reverberates within us. My lips break contact with hers as my mouth moves down her neck, kissing and licking as it goes. She leans back, letting my body take her weight, her fingers grasping my hair as she pulls me closer. Wrapping my arms tightly round her waist I lift her up, taking the weight as she wraps her legs around me, pushing my throbbing erection against her plaint body. I carry her across the room before depositing her perched on the edge of the desk, sending it's contents flying across the room in the process. As my tongue descends towards her inviting cleavage I push my hand up under her skirt, groping her thigh as it moves. As it gets higher I pull back, releasing my grip as she takes her weight on her arms. My tongue roams her breast, I tug at her flimsy bra, letting it flop out in all it's glorious majesty. Instantly my hungry mouth homes in on her stiff nipple, my lips envelop her dark Aeolia as I unleash my tongue on her bud. She purrs seductively, her hand grabs my hair, pulling me closer as I suck on her teat. I push my hand up towards her crotch. She's as wet as I imagined, as I'd hoped she would be. She moans, a long low satisfied sound that soundtracks my forefingers passage into her. Her pussy lips part easily, inside it's soft and velvety, tight and moist. My thumb strokes her clit as my middle finger pushes inside. 'you're so fucking wet,' I exclaim joyfully with a low moan. 'I'm wet for you baby,' she murmurs in my ear in between her moans and sighs. I feel her hand pulling at my belt, pulling it tight before the tension releases. My fingers pump in and out of her glorious cunt as she tugs at the buttons on my jeans. They fall down my legs suddenly, hitting the carpet with a muffled thump. Her hand grasps at my already throbbing erection, wrapping her fingers around it through the thin cotton of my boxers. 'your cocks so big,' she whispers in my ear as she pulls it from my pants and begins stroking it furiously. I lift my head from her breast. Her eyes sparkle with lust and excitement. She's beautiful and sexual, wanton and ravishing. Her sumptuous breasts flop over her bra, her skirts bunched up around her waist displaying her perfect cunt. 'fuck me baby,' she whispers in my ear. 'I haven't got a condom,' I state in a panic as the realisation hits me, puncturing the moment with the speed and efficiency of atom bomb. 'so fucking what?' she replies, her voice desperate and impatient. 'I don't give a fuck.' I stare at her, scarcely not believing what I'm hearing whilst loving every word. 'everyone says it's better without,' she purrs with a grin that's the definition of sin and seduction. 'so fuck me properly or not at all.' I smile in response, revelling in the glow of this voluptuous minx. Without reply, I rub the sensitive tip of my cock against her wet slit, teasing her as I tease myself. She pushes against me, her pussy lips parting to envelop my thick erection. As it inches into her we watch each other, our expressions those of excitement and lust. Inch after inch penetrates her wiling body as my mind empties all save for the glorious sensation of her tight wet cunt against my dick. She arches her back with an almost feline grace, letting me deeper and deeper inside her. I withdraw slightly before thrusting back in, harder and deeper as her legs tighten around me. My hands grasp at her arse and her breasts, squeezing and groping as I build up a steady rhythm. My balls slap against her thighs, she pulls my hair, pulling me closer. Her pussy is so hot and wet, so tight and soft, so perfect. 'oh yeah baby,' she purrs deliciously. 'that feels so good.' 'you're so fucking horny,' I reply breathlessly as I take this sex kitten. 'only because you make me,' she moans as my cock impaled her again and again. I'm losing it as I fuck her, losing the ability or will to do anything but fuck this siren's filthy kittle brains out. It's carnal and animalistic, wild and free. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me tighter, shifting her weight to allow my cock to penetrate her womb. Her stocking tops scratch my thighs as her legs surround me. As I thrust harder and harder I lift her pliant body, taking her weight as my cock sinks deeper and deeper into her. Her bodies plaint and luscious, my hands explore her back scratching and probing. I push finger in the crack of her pert buttocks. 'dirty boy,' she squeals playfully, encouraging me to slip it inside her tight hole. I'm fucking her faster and harder. As I slam my cock into her body lifts off the desk, her weight forcing me into her. Her moans and squeals are getting louder and louder as all semblance of control disappears. I feel her body tense, her pussy spasm. I slip my finger further into her anus, impaling her with my cock, conquering this goddess with my body and mind even as she conquers me. 'oh my god!' she cries out. 'I'm cuming.' Fun with Jane Ch. 01 I ram my dick in even faster and harder, fucking her with an intensity that I'd never known possible. I look at her face, red and flushed with delirium. Her eyes burn into me, glowing with lust and ecstasy. My cock spasms inside her, the wave of my orgasm swells with me. 'I'm cuming,' I say needlessly, echoing her cry. 'do it in me baby,' she purrs uncontrollably. 'fill my pussy with your cum.' The tsunami hits me at once. My cock jerks inside her, trapped by her flexing muscles that spasm within her. I feel it explode as my consciousness falls against the onslaught of pleasure. it's selfish, and arrogant, hedonistic and yet so beautiful and satisfying. I pump my cum Into her hungry, willing pussy. Our lips meet, our tongues jostle, our arms pull our bodies closer. We're cuming harder than we've ever cum before, our bodies and minds as one, breathless and sweating, writhing and bucking, united as a man and woman should be. It passes quickly and yet with a flash so bright it ceases to be about time. It is pleasure, living, lusting sex. Our domination, our submission to ourselves and to each other. Our bodies coming to a halt as our orgasms dissipate to nothing more than wonderful memories. Delicately we uncouple our bodies, our most intimate parts are sensitive and aching. We exchange glances, gone is the senseless lust and exhilaration to be replaced with an intimacy that we have not shared beforehand. We kiss again, wordlessly, gently, our tongues no longer raping our mouths but stroking and caressing, mirroring our hands as they do the same. Eventually we break our embrace. She rises from the desk, stumbling on week knees to be caught by my strong arms. 'do you fancy going?' I ask as I hold her. 'where?' she asks uncertainly, as if questioning my desire now that my needs have been sated. 'back to yours?' I ask with a smug, languid grin. 'after all, that pussy of yours isn't going to lick itself clean...' To be continued... Fun with Jane Ch. 02 I ring the taxi as she lifts her self from the desk. I watch her as she pulls her bra back over her sumptuous breasts and fastens the buttons on her blouse. She doesn't touch the top three, leaving her full cleavage on view in a manner that borders on indecency without crossing the line. As I speak to the operator her weary legs take her across the room to where her panties lay. She picks up the thin wisp of black lace and feeds her knee high boots into the legs before pulling them up her thighs and under her skirt. 'Ten minutes,' I say as she turns to face me, her face both beautiful and wanton. I walk over and kiss her hungrily. Our lips merging in a cavalcade of tongues, lips and salvia. Her arms encircle me as mine encircle her. 'As good as you thought?' she asks with a knowing smile as she breaks off the kiss. 'Better,' I reply before releasing my hold on her exquisite body. Without another word we slip out through the door, instantly breaking the silence as the sound of the party surges back into our ears. 'Jane,' a voice calls out as the door shuts behind us. We turn to see Lucy, a friend of Jane's in only the loosest sense, one of those girls for whom every conversation is an opportunity for bitchiness and put downs. She emerges from the living room, dressed in a similar slutty school girls outfit, carrying about an obviously misplaced sense of her own sexiness and superiority. 'I wondered where you went,' she says in her usual condescending manner. Jane draws a breath intending to reply before Lucy see's me and cuts her off. 'Hi Andy,' she flashes me a smile. 'Just got here?' 'Not long,' I reply, sensing Lucy's admiring eyes whilst Jane stares at her friend nonchalantly. 'What do you think of my costume?' she asks with that same smug smile, gesturing to her body as she speaks. It's almost identical to Jane's, the same long boots, the same open blouse, the stocking tops and skirt. 'Very nice,' I lie, it doesn't seem fair to do anything other to this skinny bitch who exists in her bubble of delusion. Lucy smiles at me, a smile I recognise as the one she confusingly thinks to be her most enticing. 'Of course it doesn't help when someone wears the same costume,' she leans in and whispers, nodding her head at Jane who watches her impassively. 'Although it's great for the ego when you carry it off so much more successfully.' 'Yeah,' I reply brusquely. 'Jane was just telling me the same thing.' The stupid bitch roars with laughter, unable to perceive the joke at her expense. Jane flashes me a confused look, as if questioning me. It annoys me that she should doubt me. 'Didn't quite work did it?' she nods again at my glorious lover. I pity her, so ignorant and stupid. I'm about to respond when she cuts me off to unleash another barb against her friend. 'Still,' she says smugly. 'At least you've decided to stop making a spectacle of yourself on the dance floor.' I watch Jane bite her lip, knowing how easy it is for Lucy to wind her up. 'Did you see her?' Lucy asks me with a smug smile, evidently expecting me to agree with a knowing smirk. 'Oh yes,' I laugh as I reply, a laugh born out if the realisation that this bitch is blind as well as stupid. A laugh that instantly causes Jane's head to spin round to face me, her expression one of hurt and betrayal. 'Totally shameless.' Her eyes widen, her mouth drops open as Lucy unleashes a cruel giggle that cuts Jane like a knife. Lucy smiles at me, a smile I recognise as the one she confusingly thinks to be her most enticing. 'Of course it got a lot worse,' I continue, lowering my voice and leaning in conspiratorially. 'You should have seen what she did next.' Lucy looks at me hanging on my every word, absorbed in this juicy piece of gossip she mistakenly thinks to be at her friends expense. 'Go on,' she says excitedly, fixing her friend with a cruel stare. 'Well I found her next door,' I said quietly. 'Knickers round her ankles, skirt round her waist, her breasts spilling out from her bra.' She looks at her friend, her face twisting into one of shock and disbelief. 'What was she doing?' she asks, the cruel tone disappearing to be replaces by one of scarcely concealed disbelief 'Giving me the 'best fuck I ever had,' I reply with a smile as I watch her jaw drop in disbelief. I lift my head and turn back to Jane. She smiles sweetly, first at me, then at her friend who sits frozen, then back at me. She looks triumphant and unbelievably sexy. She doesn't resist as I wrap my arms round her and stick my tongue down her throat. She kisses me deeply as my hands knead her buttocks, rubbing her body against mine int eh process. 'Back to yours?' I ask needlessly as we eventually break off our embrace. 'Aye, she grins. 'I've had enough of making that skinny bitch look second best.' The taxis waiting for us when we escape via the front door, now deserted of blues brothers and spider men. We climb in the back of the hackney cab, collapsing on the seat. I call out the address to the bored looking driver, an unremarkable Asian man in his mid thirties, as she wraps her arms around me. The engine purrs into life as our lips meet again. Our tongues jostle, lubricated by saliva, as our hands roam each others bodies, caressing and groping as they go. Her body feels warm against mine, she squirms beneath me as my weight pushes her down in the seat. My lips leave hers, moving down to her neck as she pulls me closer. My right hand wraps itself round her waist as my free right hand falls to her nylon clad knee. I squeeze her sturdy thigh, eliciting a low moan before I run my hand up her leg, stroking her as they move. My mouth sucks, licks and kisses with greater intensity, travelling down her neck as my hand pushes up over her stocking tops. She grabs my hair, wrapping it round her fingers, pulling me closer to her amble bosoms. My head descends lower still, I pull my arm from round her back, pulling at her blouse so that I leave her right breast free. I tug at the black lace of her bra, releasing her sumptuous breast. My lips find her nipple instantly, wrapping themselves around it with the speed and intensity of a new born child. My other hand pushes higher, forcing her to spread her legs to accommodate my roaming fingers. I feel our juices covering her naked thigh, wet and slippery, forcing me further. The thin gusset of her panties is soaking, the coarse lace providing a stark contrast to her smooth thighs. I pull at it roughly, desperate to get at her pussy below. I softly bite her nipple as I push two fingers into her warm, wet cunt. She purrs in my ear, a low sound that spurs me forward with even greater intensity. My thumb strokes her clit whilst my fingers slide in and out of her tight hole. My spare hand squeezes the breast I'm not sucking, eliciting a louder moan. Her body yields beneath my touch as I bend her willingly to my desires. I smell her sex filling the cab, a odour more intoxicating than any that's come before it. I raise my head as I slide my body to the floor. She returns my stare, her breasts heave in time with her deep, slow breathes, her face is red and covered in sweat. I pull back, kneeling before her as my fingers continue there relentless probing inside her. I see her pussy glistening as I pump my fingers in and out. It's juicy and delicious and as I look at it I know I won't wait to taste it. I grab her leg, pulling upwards, knowing she wants it. She lifts it to my shoulder, the nylon of her tights tickles my ear, as I push my face down towards her heavenly crotch. I half expect her to stop me but the fact is she's far too aroused to want me to stop. I'm kissing and biting as I push my head lower, first nylon, then lace, then the soft pale flesh of those heavenly thighs. I pull my fingers from her pussy, they're smeared with our juices, mine white and milky, here's viscous and glistening. I raise them to her wanton face, receiving a filthy smile in reply before she opens her mouth and accepts them, sucking them harder than she's ever sucked anything before. My spare hand pulls at the gusset of her panties which has snapped back over her wondrous cunt. I lean down and sniff it, savouring the overwhelming scent of her sex. I kiss it, her soft pink lips trips beneath mine. I lick it and suck it. I bite the soft flesh of her thigh and rub her clit. I push my tongue into her glorious hole, so tight and sticky, so tasty and delicious. How has it taken me so long to treat myself to this, the ripest of peaches? I lick her insides, my fingers pulling her lips apart, making her squeal as she closes her thighs tight around my neck. Her long knife like heels stab into my back as her stocking tops dig into the side of my face. 'Oh yeah baby,' she murmurs almost dreamily. 'Eat my pussy.' My tongue flickers back and fourth, in and out, jostling for space with my fingers. Her nails dig into my scalp as her legs tighten around my neck. I pull my fingers from her mouth and pinch her nipple 'Eat my pussy baby,' she squeals louder. 'Eat my juicy cunt.' She's trembling and panting, urging me on, letting me please her. It feels so good, knowing how fucking horny I make her, knowing how wet she gets. She's wild and free, sexy as hell, exciting and dangerous. Knowing this makes me want her more. Knowing how good she smells and tastes, looks and feels, knowing how I make her care for nothing but me. 'That's it baby,' she screams. 'Let me cum in your filthy mouth!' She squeals and screams, spasms and trembles. She cums like a bitch, wet, juicy and delicious. Loud and free, without restraint or inhibition. I raise my face from her aching cunt. She lays back in the car seat, her skirt round her waist, her breasts naked and voluptuous. She pulls me close to her, exchanging another dirty, sordid kiss, before unleashing her Tongue on my face as she seeks to imbibe her juices, licking them from my skin hungrily. 'Do I taste as good as I fuck?' she asks with a wanton grin. 'Fuck yeah,' I answer eagerly before flopping back in the seat next to her. I look up to see the eyes of the driver watching us in the rear. 'Enjoy the show?' I ask cheekily. He says nothing and returns his eyes to the road. I look round to see that we're only a few minutes from home. Jane pulls her skirt back over her thighs and refastens her blouse over her plump breasts. 'Just think,' she says as the taxi rounds the corner into this road. 'I wanted you for years and all I ever had to do with dress like a sexy bitch.' 'No,' I reply quietly. 'all you ever had to do was realise that you were one.' This kiss isn't like the others, it's soft, sensual and languid, stopping only when the taxi comes to a halt outside her bed-sit. 'Eight fifty mate,' asks the driver. 'Keep the change,' I say as I give him a ten pound note and climb out if the taxi before he has a chance to reply. I replace the wallet in my pocket as the taxi's pulls away. I watch it disappear round the corner before turning to find my lover. She climbs the two steps to her font door and fumbles in her bag for her keys. I look down at her arse below me, it's big and inviting. I wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my warm body against hers. It's hot and pliant, responding to my touch by pushing herself back against me. My lips find her neck, she leans her head away from me, presenting me with yet more inches of her exquisite flesh. I bite into her, my teeth finding her flesh yielding beneath them. Too soft to be truly painful, she whimpers in response. My left hand squeezes her breast whilst my right snakes round her back and down to the hem of her skirt. She doesn't protest as I slowly lift it up over the tops of her stockings, exposing her lace covered buttocks, a sight of almost indescribably luscious. I want her again, I need her again. My whole body demands that I take her. I know I need only wait seconds, but I can't. I've waited during the taxi journey, sating her passions whilst causing mine to rise unchecked. Now it's my turn. I've waited too long. I feel like a starving man who has come across a sumptuous banquet. I need more than my fill to sate my hunger, and this bitch is just to fucking horny to ignore. The street is deserted deathly quiet, as still as a graveyard. I rub my crotch against her warm supple derriere. The elevation of the step and her heels is too perfect. I pull at my fly, my fingers impatiently struggling with the buttons that constrain my stiff cock. My lips work their way up her neck whilst my spare hand slips under her blouse and into her bra, allowing me to grope it shamelessly as the pale orb flops out into the moonlight. 'Wait,' she murmurs as her hand continues it's seemingly endless quest for her keys. 'No,' I reply quickly as I manage to pull my dick from trousers. The cool breeze strokes its hard tip before I push it against her, letting it seek solace in the warm embrace of buttocks, allowing it to rest in the valley between her cheeks. 'Someone will see us,' she whispers nervously although her words are betrayed the hint of excitement and by the way her arse rubs my dick, a sign that her body at least is impatient as mine. 'Let them,' I whisper in between the kisses that linger on the side of the face. My arm pulls her body even tighter to me, whilst my fingers pull her panties to the side. They're soaking wet, needing to be peeled away from the pussy that has turned me into this insatiable beast who cares for nothing but his needs. 'Someone will see us,' she repeats, louder this time, in a voice breathless and desperate. 'I want them to,' I lick her face as my fingers plunge into her tight cunt. I rub her clit and squeeze her nipple. 'I want them to see how fucking horny you are.' She turns her head and offers me a smile that's delirious and sinful. 'And just how fucking horny is that?' it's a question that's barely audible, accompanied by a look that demands more than an answer. 'So fucking horny I can't wait another second,' I pull my fingers from her pussy, and use them to take hold of my throbbing erection. Her smile remains in place as she spreads her legs and uses her hands to brace herself against the frame of the still locked door. Wordlessly I slam my big, hard cock into her, stabbing it upwards in one hard thrust. Her pussy accepts it hungrily, pulling it into her tight, slippery hole. It's soft and velvety, and now wonderfully familiar. She watches me silently over her shoulder, her eyes widen as my thrust forces my swollen member into the vice lie grip of her womb. The definition of sex and sin, her eyes dance with lust. Years I've known her and yet in one night, a goddess arises. So addictive, so moorish, I want her and I have her. I fuck her as she balances on her heels. I fuck her as she maintains her whore-like pose. For a virgin she was born to fuck, to seduce, to tempt and to ruin. She watches me, willing me on, begging me with her eyes, faster, deeper, harder. I can do nought but oblige. I'm pounding her pussy, mad with lust and passion. If she says no it will be rape. It must be rape. But she says nothing. She pants and smiles and fucks me back. The perfect slut, the sexiest bitch, the beautiful whore. More addictive than heroin, so much so that I think nothing of fucking her in the street, knowing we could be seen, wishing we were. For what could they see but two beautiful people doing what they wished they were doing. For there is not a man alive who would not kill for this cunt's embrace and not a women who wouldn't whore herself for this cock. Let them fucking see us. For all the wondrous sights her voluptuous body affords us is it her eyes that I watch. Later I will imagine her unfettered breasts bouncing freely in the orange glow of the streetlight, and I will dream of watching my cock disappearing under succulent arse, still visible beneath the sheer panties that chaff against my erection. But it is her eyes that enchant me, burning with passion, wanton and sensual. My friend and yet so much more, lady of the north, flower of Scotland, a goddess and a slut, pure and dirty, for I have known the yang and now I fuck the yin. Holding her close, sweating and writhing, pushing her against the door with each thrust. Her eyes demanding, commanding, wanting receiving. My mind thinks of nothing but her and her sin. She cums, her body tenses, her panting stops. Shaking and moaning, balls slapping, clit rubbing, cock thrusting, she's cuming. Legs shake, pussy tightens, a quiet moan suppressed with my hand that's rapidly replaced by my roving tongue. We watch each other as we kiss, as we fuck, as we cum. Tremulous and ecstatic, exploding within me as I explode with in her womb, my spunk spraying within her, making her eyes burn even brighter as the euphoria hits her. It echoes within me, peaking, fucking, this bitch, this beautiful wonderful bitch. Sweating and cuming and panting and breathing. One last thrust and it passes, one deeper and harder than before, forcing it in so hard and deeper pain flickers on her face, a pain that she craves. Seconds later I pull my aching cock from her aching pussy and release my grip on her still trembling body. Without my support she collapses against the door with a muffled thud that's immediately replaced by the sound of a cars engine approaching. Lights turn towards us as I shove my cock back into my jeans. I turn to see Jane still leaning against the door, panting. Her breasts hang free above her bra but are hidden from view by her body. Her skirt falls back over her arse, covering her sumptuous arse although failing to hide her stocking tops. We stand almost motionless as the car passes, slowing down it's lights banish the dark from around us. She turns her head to face me, looking tired and wonderful, satisfied and yet hungry, shining in the light that illuminates her in all her sinful, wanton glory. I turn to see the car as it slows next to us, my throat tightens as I see the blue and white livery of a police vehicle. My eyes flick back to my exhausted lover as she struggles with the buttons of her blouse, desperately covering her modesty as she seeks to cover up our crimes. The car pulls to a halt beside us, the window descends slowly. 'Everything alright?' asks the young looking policeman as he flashes a barely concealed leer towards my lover. She turns to face him, looking resplendent in the orange glare. Her breasts are no longer on show, although her cleavage hugs the borders if indecency. Her skirt sits too high, the grey nylon if her stockings glistens with residue of my sperm on her thighs. 'Aye,' she replies with a wry smile. 'never better.' The policeman flashes her a lustful grin before the car rolls forward again. Seconds later we are alone again. She turns to me and smiles, the same smug, triumphant grin that's led to my downfall. 'I take it you want to come in for coffee,' she asks needlessly. No response is needed as she opens the door and disappears inside. To be continued...