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Random Connections Ch. 01

By: Dreams of Desire



The phone rang:

Gordon cursed under his breath as he stood poised, one foot hovering over the warm water in the bath, undecided in what to do. He didn't particularly like talking on the phone and was inclined to ignore it, but as it might be his mother calling from her weekly bridge night out at her friends, he decided he had to answer it. He'd asked her to get an answer machine, but she always said, 'if it was important, they'd call back'.

The phone rang again:

Ok, ok. He muttered testily, hoping it wasn't her calling to say she was coming home early as he planned to enjoy a downloaded porno on his computer with a few beers, munchies and a bottle of oil for company before his solitude was broken.

He had few pleasures in life away from his domineering mother and had almost given up hope of being himself after 31 years under her stern guidance. His life was regulated from the moment he got up until it was time for bed in his pokey little room which, he imagined, had begun to smell of his desperate failure in everything he did. Nothing was ever good enough for her. 

The phone continued to demand a response while he wrapped a towel around himself and made his grumbling way across the hall of the bungalow to where it shrilled by the front door. 

He picked it up and abruptly said; 'Hello'? 

Silence. A bead of sweat trickled across his feverish brow and he flicked a lank strand of greasy black hair back.

Then he discerned a faint buzzing noise in the background. 

Hello? He repeated.

A pause gestated silently over the line as he wondered what to say next and what the source of that odd sound was. It seemed to be getting louder, intermingled with low moans.

"Who is this?" he demanded nervously.

A long groan was abruptly cut short by a slapping sound. "Put it closer. Let them hear you better" said a masculine voice. 

"What the hell's going on?" Gordon demanded, although his body had an inkling of exactly what was happening here, despite his brains numb refusal to believe it!

The buzzing sound intensified, becoming rhythmic, beating an insistent refrain over and over, in and out. A rich, fruity squelch accompanying each stroke. "Yeah baby." the man approved. "That's what I'm talkin' about, put it right there - rub it all over."

Gordon's jaw dropped as his penis rose to salute the indescribably wet sound filling his ear. Damned if the horny bitch wasn't actually sticking the phone into her cunt!

Suddenly he didn't really care who was disturbing his planned evening of beer and porn. It may even be a wrong number, but even if he wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, he wasn't fool enough to put the phone down now! Gordon decided that he'd better put the towel on the floor as he didn't want to even begin trying to explain cum stains in his mother's beautiful hall carpet.

The squelching noises decreased as he stood upon it and took his short, thick cock in his right hand. Judging by the swishing sounds, she was running the phone over her pussy (clit?) while the man urged her to suck his cock. Muffled groans and satisfied sighs filled his ear while he squeezed the base of his cock hard to help prolong the pleasure. Gordon had dreamed of having his cock sucked - and secretly fantasised about sucking one - but as mother didn't approve of him consorting with women, his dreams remained unfulfilled. This was as close as he'd ever been to a warm, willing female body in heat and he was determined to milk it (literally) for all he could. His balls swelled when he heard the man tell her to rub it over her tits and he realised they were (almost) in his face! Then a ripe sucking sound of wet flesh became louder and louder; soft, moist lips engulfing hard meat repeatedly consuming it deeper and deeper, gulping, groaning sounds of lust that nearly brought Gordon to the brink of no return as he heard her feasting on his cock. He imagined he could almost taste it himself as it slid into her mouth right by the phone. His breathing grew ragged as he pulled sharply on his balls and he groaned in feeling a pearl of pre-cum form on the head of his cock.

"Suck it" he whispered urgently. "Suck my cock." Intoxicated with the vision of her lips around the dripping head of his cock, he closed his eyes and revelled in the sound of her sucking. It seemed to be going deeper for she gagged repeatedly but didn't break her rhythm. Both men began to urge her on as her mouth slipped wetly down and down until a muffled gulp announced a full throat of hot, hard cock had been achieved. A frantic bubbling noise told Gordon how that cock was now fucking her face, repeatedly thrusting down her throat that dry-retched on the invasive meat. 

The pearl of pre-cum stretched into a string, then a thick rope of clear juice that hit the towel and pooled between his feet. Gordon daren't touch his cock now, as he knew he'd burst. Squatting carefully he mopped up the sticky fluid with his fingers and contented himself by sucking on them while listening avidly to her deep throating. Moaning in tune with her as he imagined himself in her place. Taking it inch by delicious inch into his throat.

An explosive gasp of breath startled him while she sucked in air as eagerly as she had sucked that cock. Her gasps grew fainter and he realised the phone was being moved. To where? He wondered. 

A soft, moist meeting of lips mingled with a deep grunt of approval told him that the man was returning the favour and had begun to eat her pussy. Gordon licked his lips as though he could reach down the line and slide it inside the wetness there. He licked around the receiver as the man slid his tongue noisily in and out of her cunt, obscenely slurping the juices into his mouth as she begged him not to stop. Gordon wholeheartedly agreed with her as he'd never heard anything as erotic as this. 

That, however, was before he heard her juicy cunt welcome the man's cock with a welcoming squelch.

The phone must be right under her ass. he thought deliriously as he took his throbbing cock tightly in hand and jerked his hips forward as though he was sliding into the hot, buttery depths of her pussy. Their cries of pleasure were overwhelmed by the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh, pounding repeatedly onto each other. Gordon bucked his hips and tightened his grip as he imagined the look of pleasure on her face as (his) that cock pumped harder and faster, going deeper with each stroke until it slowed down to a stop. A pause for breath, then a syrupy sound of withdrawal, a shifting of bodies. 

Just as he thought they'd stopped a languorous voice, dripping with desire spoke softly, so softly he nearly missed it, into his ear.

"Yes baby put your cock in my ass."

Gordon was so shocked he nearly dropped the phone, but tightened the grip on his dripping cock.

"I want to feel your big cock deep in my asshole." she went on and groaned as the man had obviously obliged her. "Stick it all up there." she breathed, making the hairs on the back of Gordon's neck stand up. "Oh yeah slide it in slow, fuck me with your hard cock." Her breathing became shorter, faster; harsh cries and lewd encouragement echoed deep in Gordon's mind as he avidly stored every sordid detail for the future. "Oh fuck I can feel it all the way up there." she moaned," your balls slappin' on my clit."

Oh God that's hot." Gordon whispered.

"Yeah baby, that's hot an' horny." she agreed, "Deep-stroke my ass hard. Come on give it to me."

He wondered who she'd just spoken to and decided to find out. "You love it in the ass don't you?" he suggested.

"I Love it in the ass baby, come on give it to me harder." she groaned happily. 

Gordon groaned right along with her as his balls swelled with uncontrollable lust. "Christ you're going to make me cumm!"

"Oh fuck, fuck me yes." She panted harder in his ear.

"I'm going to cumm all over your ass." he moaned." His hips jerked faster and he thrust his aching cock in his fist, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the throbbing, seeping head, as though he was actually pumping inside her.

"Yes baby." she pleaded breathlessly. "Shoot it all over my big ass."

"OH..."

"YESS BABY"

"..,MY"

"FUCK YESSSSS"

"GOD!"

"CUMM ALL OVER MY FUCKIN' ASS!"

"TAKE IT ALLLLL!" He screamed as the biggest orgasm of his life exploded from his balls and through the front door just as his mother opened it.

She took in the sight of his penis spewing a torrent of sticky spunk onto her shoes, her carpet and a sodden towel with open mouthed astonishment. 

"GORDON!"

"MOTHER!"

Click, brrrr...the line went dead.

Random Connections Ch. 02



The phone rang:

Father McNamara had just finished hearing his final confession and hoped this intrusion wasn't going to delay his meditations.

"Alright." he sighed, removing his chasuble. "Give me a moment or two."

His first parish was a small community, about a thousand souls all told, and he was keenly aware of his naivety in dealing with the outside world after the sanctuary of his cloistered life. He thought his parishioners made most of their confessions up to add spice into the routine mundanity of their small world - especially the minxy Miss Barton - who went into such graphic detail! Is she going to hell for succumbing to such depravity? she always asked after tormenting his virgin ears with such brazen impertinence. Well that was hard to say, but he felt as hot as Beelzebub's armpit whenever she went on like that!

Tonight however had been routine, a mundane list of monotony from the regular visitors to his Wednesday confessional, no sign of the teenage temptress who disturbed the pool of serenity in his soul.

He glanced at the clock as he picked up the phone; it was 8.30pm, on the dot: "hello?"

At first he thought nobody was there, but then a deep voice spoke, baffling him.

"Don't you just love eating out? He said in a friendly, confiding way, as though he was an old friend.

"Pardon me?"

"You know what I mean." he went on, accompanying each word with a series of soft slurps, a smacking of lips as though eating an ice cream on a hot day.

"Who is this please?" He courteously inquired.

"I know who I am..." came the mysterious reply; "Do you know who you are?"

"D-do you know..." he spluttered in disbelief.

"Are you into seafood, like oyster or clams?" The voice went on.

"Yes, I'm partial to fresh fare from the sea." The priest replied, curious to what the man was getting at.

"Mmmmm. Me too." The man said, smacking his lips again. "I love to crack open a nice juicy clam, or suck the pearl from a nice, fresh oyster. Do you know why they're considered an aphrodisiac?"

The priest thought carefully for a moment and answered quietly. "I'm not sure i do."

The man chuckled and made the odd slurping noise again. "It's because an oyster reminded the Romans of a certain part of the female body."

A mental image of the delectable Ms Barton flashed across Father McNamara's mind and he flushed guiltily. "Is that a fact." He said. "Look, I feel i should tell you I've had a busy day and would like to get on, so if you'll excuse me..."

"Oh don't go." The stranger said. "We were getting on so well too. You know 'all work and no play make's Jack a dull boy'. Besides, i have a confession to make."

The priest sighed and said. "I've just finished taking confession for the night, why don't you come down to the church on Friday evening when i hold my next confessional and I'd be happy to absolve you then my son."

He was surprised to hear sardonic laughter greet his statement and astonished by what he heard next.

"You're a priest!" The man guffawed loudly. "A real honest-to-God priest. Holy shit - 'scuse my French. Well bless me Father for i have sinned...it's been too long since i tasted anything as good as this!"

High pitched giggles mingled with his deep throated chuckles and the priest began to suspect something wasn't quite right.

"Is someone there with you?" He said testily.

"I never eat alone." The man laughed. "Besides, this won't take long and it'd be much easier if we could talk now."

"It's not really the done thing over the phone and as you seem to be otherwise engaged too."

"Hell - oops, sorry! Heck, she don't mind. She's kinda busy tucking in to mind us anyways."

Father Mcnamara looked once more at the clock and saw it was 20 minutes from the hour. He thought this was a wind-up but his innate politeness decided the matter for him. "Very well." He sighed, then asked. "You are a Catholic?" 

"Born and bred." The man answered promptly.

"In that case, give me a moment please."

For some reason he could never explain, the idea to go into the confessional had popped into his head and as the phone was cordless, it didn't take long for him to attain a semblance of reality in this odd situation by making himself comfortable in the accustomed sanctuary of the wooden enclosure. He lifted the phone to his ear and was about to speak when he heard the man say: "You know what I want you to do..."

"Er, excuse me." He replied softly, automatically pitching his voice in the sacred intimacy.

"Come on now put it in there..."

"I'm sure i don't know what you're talking about.

"That's right, eat it all up like a good girl."

I beg your pardon!"

"Be right with you man."

"You may address me as Father."

"Well i don't know about that, I got a lot of things to confess, but incest isn't one of them." The man chuckled and gave a low moan. "Yeah, right there." he said approvingly to his mysterious companion.

"I should hope not." The priest responded dryly. "In the name of the Father and of the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen." He paused. "Will you join me in the Benediction?"

"Oh yeah, sure. In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost. Ahhhhhmen." he said.

"And how long has it been since your last confession? He prompted.

"Well now you're asking, maybe 10 years or more."

"So you wouldn't say you're especially devout?"

The man chuckled again. "My devotions tend to be more, er...secular."

"Please go on." He prompted again.

"Oh it's hard to stop." He grunted, then moaned again.

"Are you alright?" The priest asked, wondering if the man was having some sort of seizure.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"Then please continue."

"Ok, I have to confess I'm having an affair..." he groaned. "...With a friends wife. Oh God that's good..." He groaned again.

The disturbing truth began to dawn on the priest. He shifted uncomfortably on the wooden bench, worn smooth by his predecessors over the years, who had probably never had to deal with a situation like this and one in he was hopelessly unable to cope.

"...Just put...tongue in..." The man muttered, his words muffled somehow, probably by a well placed hand but still the priest caught the gist of it and had become even more perturbed by an unexpected reaction beneath his trousers.

"I assume your friend is unaware of this situation?" He ran a finger under his collar for it seemed to be getting distinctly warm in there.

"Oh yeah." The man chuckled. "OH YEAH!" he then gasped. "He'd be very upset to know i was givin' it to his ol' lady every week...oh FUCK yeah, take it all down!" he grunted lewdly. 

The penny dropped in the profound silence of the confessional as the shocking sounds rang in his ear.

"Now look here...." He began to say and was stunned into silence by what he heard next.

"I've had his daughter too." The man bragged. "I never tasted anything finer than her cherry. Eighteen years fresh. Damn she was a hot one...just...like...her...mom!" he hissed, punctuating the sentence with a series of groans that left Father Mcnamara feeling distinctly hotter, and harder, under the cassock. The mental picture of Ms Barton was now running, fully naked, through his mind in glorious Technicolor and the priest discreetly adjusted himself.

"You don't have to go into all the details." He whispered dryly.

"Ohhhh but i do!" The man contradicted. "I have to expose all my sin for you. Aren't we going to burn in Hell for this?" He asked plaintively.

The priest began to suspect he was going to be there before him at this rate for what Ms Barton was doing in his mind. "No you mustn't do this." He said weakly, attempting to salvage the dignity of his office.

"Ah yes, we must control our bestial nature." The man taunted. "But, tell me, isn't it a sin to leave a beautiful woman unloved - won't God forgive our weakness at the end of it all?"

The priest said nothing as he tried to clear his mind with an act of contrition. But Ms Barton frolicked through regardless and he felt his control slipping under a wandering hand.

The man's sardonic laughter melted away and a series of high pitched moans became louder. A sensual, rhythmic sound of flesh-on-flesh, hot panting breath filled his ear.

Father Mcnamara kept his eyes firmly closed and concentrated on the dual stimulation of the syrupy sounds providing a lewd soundtrack to the obscene image of Ms Barton sinking to her knees in benediction before him. He knew this was wrong but after so many years of denial he couldn't resist the urge to satisfy the demands of the flesh tonight, just once, after all, who would ever know?

(*)(*)

The woman entered the church and genuflected respectfully at the door. She was troubled by the memory of what she'd seen earlier that evening and needed to talk to someone about how it made her feel. 'Who better than Father Mcnamara. Such an nice man.' She thought. 'And so understanding.' Like all the villagers, she'd had her reservations about the new vicar, but he'd filled the parish with a new joy since his arrival - he'd made a considerable impression on the ladies with his beautifully spoken sermons and always had time for everyone. She stopped by the altar rail, peered through the open door to the rectory, and was about to call his name when a low sound gave her pause for thought. 'Was that someone in pain?' She wondered, looking toward the confessional where the noise seemed to be creeping from, beckoning her closer as it rose and fell in an hypnotic rhythm. She put her ear to the door and her hand over her mouth to smother an outcry of astonishment as she realised these were no sounds of pain, but of pleasure. 

'Whatever is Father Mcnamara doing in there - and with whom?' she wondered, her mind boggling at the thought of a priest, their priest, doing such a thing. 'And in a House of God too!'

Unaware of anything outside the inner sanctum of his private pleasure; Father Mcnamara indulged himself in the lewd fantasy. His trousers lay in a crumpled puddle around his

ankles, giving himself the freedom to stroke his engorged phallus to his hearts content.

The sucking sounds enriched his vision of Ms Barton, on her knees, taking him in her warm, wet mouth, every stroke of his hand/her lips making him gasp at the audacity of it all. "Oh you're such a naughty girl!" He breathed, pulling the skin back and forth over his swollen knob.

The woman took a sharp intake of breath: 'Who is in there with him?' she thought furiously, becoming determined to discover the truth of this mystery, whatever the cost to her pride - or his dignity. She tip-toed over to the adjoining door and tentatively opened it, peering through the gap cautiously before sliding into the cubicle where she'd poured her heart out to him on many occasions. As usual, it took a moment or two for her eyes to adjust to the dim light, but as they did she faintly discerned movement behind the grill in the partition. Stealthily, a step at a time, she crept closer until it became all too clear what was going on. 'The priest was masturbating!' Her mind reeled from such a thought, but the evidence was undeniably, if unbelievably, before her very eyes, illumined in a pool of light as though from heaven above, his cock stood erect within his firmly stroking hand. She'd never have imagined a man such as Father Mcnamara, so refined and slender, would possess such a beast.

She stared wide eyed at the meaty shaft he rhythmically beat in his slender fist, judging it to be no less than eight inches in length topped by a hard, fleshy helmet that made her mouth water - and her pussy no less juicy too. Her hands gently sought the most sensitive spot and aroused her desire while she watched him slowly jerk off, pulling aside the constricting material of her underwear in order to stimulate the hot flesh of her moist sex.

Blissfully unaware of the voyeur, Father Mcnamara continued his ministrations, listening intently to depraved couple while imagining Ms Barton blessed his burning flesh with her

lips.

"...She sure sucks a mean cock." The man breathed. "Like taking a golf ball through a hose, you know?"

The priest groaned again, although he had no idea how it felt of course, but the image of her rosebud lips wrapped tightly around his cock - he gasped at the word searing into his conscience - brought a thin stream of precum spilling over his hand. He lifted his hand up to suck the slimy seed from his fingers, feeling a guilty thrill as he remembered his teenage years of experimentation and how his pastor had told him it was a sin to do such a dirty thing.

"Masturbation is the Devils work my boy - and it will make you go blind! Do you want to go to Hell?" He'd said, and the boy who wanted to be a priest more than anything had nodded compliantly while wondering why God would make such a thing feel so good if not to enjoy it?

"Tell me how it feels." He demanded of the man, who chuckled lecherously down the line that connected him to a world he'd never known. 

"Her mouth feels like warm, wet velvet." He sighed. "Her lips keep going deeper and deeper. She's going to eat every inch I got. Man! It looks so hot when my cock fills her mouth."

The woman jumped when she heard Father Mcnamara speak and she nearly answered him before realising he was talking to someone else, but who?. He couldn't possibly hear her. Could he? She decided to play possum and kept her gaze riveted on his crotch, biting her lip to stifle a moan as her fingers played on.

The priest groaned loudly and the man chuckled again.

"Yeah man, that's how it makes me feel too." he said, gasping at some unseen, undoubtedly obscene, act. "Want to hear me fuck her throat?" he asked cordially. "She loves that."

"You must stop now before it's too late." he groaned, making a last desperate bid to save himself, knowing it was already too late. A disgusting cacophony of gagging, gurgling and bubbling sounds burst wetly in his ear. Through it all he faintly heard the man reminding him he could always hang up and although his conscience screamed at him to do just that, he kept the phone firmly pressed to his ear, sliding forward slightly and humping into his fist as he imagined the wide eyed expression on Ms Barton's pretty face when he fucked it.

The woman heard his plea for restraint with equal disregard, plunging her fingers into the wet flesh between her parted thighs as she saw the priests lack of conviction in the way his hand became a blur on that proudly jutting prick which would become the main feature of her nighttimes fantasy for a long time to come. 'But why not have a taste of the forbidden fruit?' she thought, pinching her clit with practised fingers. Would he refuse her willing advance? She thought not, but was saved from making the decision when he suddenly stood up, his erection pointed accusingly at her, but the priest remained unaware of her presence as he shuffled closer, closer, until he was scant inches from her face. She hardly dared breath as his hand wrapped the shaft, smearing more precum around the perfectly shaped head as his hips pumped urgently back and forth, fucking his hand vigorously. Her nostrils flared as the musk of his lust wafted through the grill and she knelt penitently to accept his blessing, pressing the palm of her hand into her bushy mons with three fingers pushed up her soaking pussy, dripping on the floor.

Father Mcnamara was convinced that Ms Barton was the source of all these obscene sounds. He could feel his loins were close to exploding and stood up to prevent the ejaculation ruining his clothes. "You're a very bad girl." he groaned in a voice he hardly recognised as his own. 

The woman bumped her head on the grill as she nodded in agreement, desperately muffling her moans of pleasure while finger fucking herself harder.

"A very, very bad girl." He went on, sliding into his slick fist as though it was her hot, wet mouth he could hear in his head - and see in his mind. "You'll be punished." he hissed.

"oh...yes...you...will!" he grunted, thrusting faster and harder in response to her muffled cries. "I shall...SPANK you!" The image of her firm, pert buttocks over his knee took him to the edge of delirium and he slapped his cock briskly, too intent on his vision to heed the shocked intake of breath below. "You naughty, wicked girl." He went on, smacking the tip of his cock. "You dirty whore!" He moaned, pulling at his hugely distended balls until they swung heavily to and fro, filled with long years of unspent seed. 

The woman licked her lips at the thought of them bursting over her face which was pressed up against the grill, less than an inch from the seeping slit of his cock. Assuming her discovery had become apparent by now, she felt deserving of the nasty name: Whore. She was a nasty peeping whore, a dirty voyeur of the priests most private moments and deserved a good, hard spanking for such a rude intrusion. She looked forward to it as much as his cum.

"Take it all...you filthy...smutty...whore!" The priest demanded, approaching his personal heaven, despite his conscience insisting he was far along the road to Hell. The gobbling, sucking sounds told him that she was indeed taking it all - and loving every depraved minute as much as he was. "You harlot!" He babbled, slapping his swaying shaft. "You Jezebel! You wanton slut!" The frantic sucking sounds urged him on and he could swear he felt her hot breath on his burning flesh.

Despite her best efforts to control herself, the woman was rapidly losing the battle; hypnotised by his swaying shaft, his big, bouncing balls, she panted in the heat of the kinkiest situation she'd ever known. Her fingers plunged deep into her body, splashing juices over her hand, onto the floor. She licked her lips as pearls of pre-cum dripped from his cock and knew she'd cum as soon as she saw his spunk flow. 'Give me your cum'. She prayed, sticking her tongue through the grill. 'Bless me with it Father, for i'm a slutty sinner. Give me your hot spunk!'

Father Mcnamara gripped his tumescent shaft, furiously jerking it off to the noises reaching a crescendo, deafening him to everything, locked in the erotic vision of Ms Barton eating him whole he hoarsely whispered; "You slutty whore" You slutty...whore!" over and over. Not only could he feel her hot breath, but now it felt like her pink, wet tongue was lapping at his cock. Yes, his cock! He thought wildly. No longer a penis, a willy or a John Thomas, but a totally virile cock, potent and ready to burst with his seed; his cum; his spunk! "Oh sweet Jesus God!" He groaned blasphemously, feeling his balls tighten in readiness.

"Yes Father, oh yes." Moaned the woman, licking her lips again, relishing the brief taste of his flesh, wanting, needing more. "Cum all over me." she whispered, tearing her shirt asunder, pulling the lace cups of her bra aside to expose her full breasts. "Let me feel your love." she crooned, pinching her nipples passionately. "Bless my body with it." she sighed, running both hands over her, pressing them between her thighs, one rubbing her clit, the other spreading the lips of her gaping cunt, shaking drops of cum into the small puddle spreading between her legs. 

"OH...MY. GODDDDD! The priest cried as the vision of Ms Barton raised her pretty face and beseeched him with her beautiful blue eyes to give it all to her. He pumped his cock once more and held it firmly at the base; "Take it slut! Take it allllll!" he gasped, as his creamy juices burst forth.

"Oh my God, YES!" The woman groaned, beholding the thick stream pouring forth in wave after wave of hot drops that sprayed onto the grill, some of it spattering her tits, her face, some sticking to the partition, dripping down, some cumming through to coat her body. "Cum all over me!" she moaned, as another wave surfed straight into her gasping, panting mouth, the salty taste of it enhancing her orgasm to unbearable heights of pleasure. She pulled her fingers free with a slippery squelch and stuffed them in her mouth, moaning around a mouthful of love juices as she pulled at her clit as urgently as he did his cock, beating themselves off together in unholy union.




Random Connections Ch. 02



Father Mcnamara felt himself born anew in this baptism of orgasmic fire, sweeping him onwards, upwards into a realm of bliss he never imagined. 

"Oh yes...you naughty...wicked...girl...Drink my juice!" he sighed, stroking himself off, submerging himself completely in the sublime sensations. It sounded exactly like she was

swallowing a long draught down the line. The gulping, slobbering sounds rolled into his ear as he came and came again. The image of her soft, red lips drooling sticky streams of spunk brought a smile to his face and fresh ardour to his hand, stroking faster and faster, hips pumping again as he dreamt of thrusting into her throat as his orgasm peaked. "Suck me." he urged. "Suck my...my...cock!" he cried crudely, reaching the depths of depravity and the height of passion simultaneously. "That's it Ms Barton...drain my balls dry!"

When the woman heard him say that her heart skipped a beat, although the hand between her legs did not, too far gone in the fantasy of his cock fucking her like it was sliding in his hand, spurting the copious contents of his balls inside her soaking cunt. "Oh you horny bastard." She hissed, staring in awe at the spunk dripping off and still cumming through, the grill. She rubbed the mess of juices into her tits, stroking each nipple with slippery fingers, sucking it from her fingers as her other hand coaxed another ripple of pleasure from her clit. "Give me more."

Fantasy and reality seemed to merge for Father Mcnamara at this point. The line had gone dead just after he'd told her to drain his balls dry, but he couldn't deny what he'd just heard. His balls contracted again, launching a thin stream of juice from his sore knob that felt twice it's normal size in his hand. He looked down and was astonished to see a tongue poking through the grill, licking at the evidence of his indulgence with obvious pleasure. It wiggled lewdly at his phallus and he slapped it onto the wet surface, squeezing another drop out onto the tip with a sigh of utter satisfaction that became a groan of despair at what he'd done. "How will you ever forgive me..." He began to say, kneeling before the grill, now appearing like some sort of obscene Christmas decoration. "...MRS Barton!" he exclaimed.. Ms Barton's mother looked back at him with a sticky smile, licked her lips like the cat that had got all the cream she desired and said. "Well, I'll just have to think of something - won't I?" Her tongue caught a blob of dripping cum and savoured it, rolling it around her mouth as she stared meaningfully at his softening penis. "And you're right about my daughter, she is a very naughty girl. But not in the way you think."

And her mother began to tell the astonished priest about a certain type of video she'd found in her daughters bedroom that morning...



Random Connections Ch. 03



The phone rang:

Peter gave it a brief glare, then looked back at his reflection admiringly. The phone rang again and again, demanding his attention until he could ignore it no longer. 

"Fuck it." He muttered, carefully walking across the bedroom. Why his wife had to have the damn thing in here as well as downstairs was beyond him, much of her was, and he'd given up trying to be the man about the house, exploring alternative avenues of pleasure when alone.

He reached the phone and greeted the unwelcome caller with irritation, surreptitiously caressing his body in the lingerie he'd borrowed from his wife's wardrobe, while looking in the full length mirror, wobbling slightly in the high heeled shoes that pinched his toes but made him feel so much sexier. Luckily for him, she too was a well built woman and her clothes fitted him well enough. Tonight he was wearing a particular favourite; her red corset and matching garter belt that held up his stockings, which he always bought himself, and panty hose which felt so good next to his skin. He briefly stroked his erection, soothing his annoyance and keeping his arousal hard, mentally promising it the satisfaction it craved soon, while running his hand up to cup his breast, shaved smooth for the occasion; he'd make sure his pyjamas were buttoned up tight tonight to prevent any discovery by her - not that she cared for that sort of thing anymore. His sex life had been in intensive care for some time now and showed no signs of pulling through the crisis. Although he was hugely aroused by dressing up this way, he'd never acted upon the urge to meet with other men yet. This was as much an act of rebellion at his wife's tyranny as a way of getting a response from his flagging libido. 

"Listen to this." A sultry voice breathed, blowing his irritation gently aside to be replaced with mild curiosity as he heard a muffled groan.

"I'm listening." He said, feeling his taut balls gratefully, unsure what he was actually listening to. The groan became a moan that melted into a sigh and rose into a plaintive cry which made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

"Have you satisfied all your fantasies?" A sultry voice whispered in his ear, startling him out of his reverie.

"Are you sure you got the right number?" He snapped, squeezing his nipple.

"Oh Yes!" The woman breathed. "There's no mistake."

"Why me" He asked suspiciously.

"Why not? She retorted. "Do you want to know what I'm wearing right now?"

"Not really."

"All i'm wearing is a pair of stockings." She purred. "And something special for my lover." 

"I don't really give a fuck." He snapped, tottering towards the mirror to get a closer look at his bulging panty hose.

"Oh I love to give a fuck."

"Well, fuck off then!"

"You sound all tense!" She laughed, taking no offence at his rude suggestion. "You need to get a load off, ease the stress."

'That's true enough.' He thought, watching his reflection stroking his erection.

"I get ratty unless i cum at least twice a day." She went on, talking as though he was an old friend and not a complete stranger, picked at random from the phone book. "I like it best when my man cums inside my pussy or mouth."

"You're a dirty cunt." He said, giving his balls a friendly squeeze. "Does your old man know you're doing this?"

"What do you care, you gay or something?"

"NO! I'm married." He said defensively.

"That matters?" She laughed. My lover's married and likes a good cock as much as i do!"

"You're full of shit." He said, turning to admire the profile of his throbbing cock in the mirror at this revelation.

"I'm full of cum actually." She purred. "He's cleaning it up at the moment like a good boy."

He grinned at himself and wondered if that was true. "Who the fuck are you?"

She laughed lewdly. "The kind of girl your mother warned you about!"

"You filthy fucking cunt!"

"Maybe so...listen to this you dirty bastard."

A shocking sound, like a thirsty dog on a hot day, filled his ear. Peter began to rub between his buttocks as he listened to the tongue, lap-lapping busily in her crack. It paused for a moment and a deep voice moaned; "Mmmm she tastes so good."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, sat on my face, cum dripping down...yummmmmmmmmmm" The man's tongue went about it's lewd business once more and Peter licked at the receiver as though he too could savour the slippery juices. 

"Fuck you, you filthy fucker!" Peter sucked on his fingers once more, squatting in front of the mirror as he imagined sitting on the guys face, feeding the plum of his hot nob in that wet mouth. 

"Fuck me? You want to fuck me?"

"Fuck off, i'm not like that!" Peter lied, slipping a hand under his balls, rubbing along the smooth incline of his arse.

"Oh yeah, fuck me with your finger baby." The stranger went on, licking slowly. "Fuck me with your tongue too." He added, groaning as she complied with his rude request.

"You fucking pervert." Peter said contemptuously while leering into the mirror, unsure if he meant the stranger or himself, but certain of the effect this was having on him. His cock bulged manfully through the pantyhose, contradicting everything he said to the stranger who continued to lick noisily into the receiver. Peter held the phone tightly and gripped his balls in a no-nonsense manner, churning the big load he could feel building up. It felt like the man was sticking that tongue in his ear!

"Give me the dildo baby...yeah, put it there, right...in...my arse. Oh FUCK!" As he said that Peter felt his cock throb harder and, placing the phone on the floor between his legs, reached down to tear at the thin material covering his loins until a ragged hole enabled his hot flesh to breathe easier. He dipped a finger into the pool of precum on the tip of his cock and slipped it into his puckered hole, then picked up the phone again to hear the heavy breathing.

Peter could hardly control his own respiration, breathing loudly through his nose as he dug a finger between his cheeks, rolling his balls in the palm of his hand. "I bet you'd like my cock up there now eh?" He rasped, rudely thrusting his finger in and out.

A shocked gasp echoed in his ear and he chuckled. "Oh you can dish it out but you can't take it!" He laughed. "I'd shove my dick right up your fucking arse."

The breathing grew louder in his ear, rising to an angry pitch as he went on: "Take it all you dirty fucker, come on take it." He groaned, seeing his cock oozing a thick rope of precum. Another finger found its way between his cheeks, thrusting deep and hard. "You love it up there don't you?"

"And just who do you think you're talking to?" A familiar voice replied, shocking Peter into confusion. 

It sounded like his wife, but it couldn't possibly be her! She was at her friends and wouldn't be back until 11pm at the latest. He thought frantically, staring at the phone as though it was some kind of poisonous snake. There was an ominous click and a steady thump-thump of booted feet on the stair. Transfixed with panic he stared wildly at the mirror, looking over his shoulder as the terrible sound approached the bedroom door. It swung open slowly and he held his breath, watching her apprehensively as she walked in to catch him, literally, red-handed.

"I always knew you were a wanker - and now i know it for a fact." His wife said, entering the bedroom; and as he thought his worst nightmare had arrived, his dreams began to come true.

(*)(*)

He looked down in shame at his predicament, letting her scornful laughter assail him mercilessly. She approached, like a cat stalking a mouse, placing a booted heel between his shoulders, pinning him to the mirror, forcing him to face his perverse alter ego, eye-to-eye.

"I've come home early thanks to Mrs. Lord's troublesome son, Gordon." She informed him

curtly. "Were you talking to him earlier?"

"NO!" He gasped." Certainly not."

"Are you sure?" She spat venomously, grinding her boot into his back.

"Absolutely sure." He said, genuinely bewildered by the question.

"We caught him, just as i found you." She said, apparently satisfied with his answer. "Cock in hand. I was about to call Mrs. Barton when i got home, only to find you talking filth. Now tell me. Why?"

Peter saw there was no other option but to tell all and he did so, leaving nothing out. 

Honesty may not always be the best policy, but with an angry wife's boot on his back he felt obliged to throw himself on her mercy - and hope for the best - while fearing the worst.

"And is this why i find you wearing my clothes?- and my shoes!" She shrieked.

"Yes dear." He lied, unable to bring her to the truth of that part of himself.

"So, some stranger phones up, talks filth and persuades you to dress up like...like..." Words failed her and she picked up one of her shoes, hitting him out of frustration as much as anger.

He took it all. What choice did he have? She had him bang-to-rights. Although her wild aim brought the heel of the shoe dangerously close to his most tender spot and the thought of it up there shocked his cock into fresh awareness of the situation. This was actually beginning to turn him on!

"Look at yourself!" She screamed, grabbing his hair, lifting his head up to make him stare once again into the mirror, only this time to look through her eyes at the ridiculous spectacle he really made. A middle-aged man in lingerie, with thinning hair, a pot-belly and a hard-on fit to burst, jutting rigidly upwards at his wife's furious face.

"You're disgusting!" She yelled in his face, flecks of spittle raining over him. "Why would you do this?"

'Because it feels great.' He thought, wisely keeping his mouth shut in order to let her get off steam.

"My carpet!" She shrieked, her voice cracking in disbelief at what she saw, an unmistakable stain between his legs that meant only one thing. "You're as bad as he is you dirty wanking bastard!" Her hand smacked down onto his buttocks repeatedly, cracking like a whip in the ensuing silence, broken only by their harsh breathing. 

Peter found himself aroused beyond his wildest dreams as her hand landed unerringly on his buttocks, and could only nod helplessly when his wife observed the effect this was having on him.

"Clean it up you fucking pervert." She demanded.

Now he knew her anger was white-hot as she rarely swore like that unless severely provoked, but it merely spurred him on and he shuffled back to kneel like the dog he was to obey his mistress. 

"What the hell did i marry?" She asked contemptuously, putting her boot on top of his head and grinding his face into the thick carpet.

Unable to reply, he contentedly snuffled in the mess like a pig scenting truffles, reaching under to give his cock a sneaky stroke. She caught act in the mirror and gave her withering opinion in one word: "MEN!"

Peter couldn't care less what she thought of him by now. He'd crossed his personal Rubicon and intended to see this through to the bitter-sweet end. Her boot released him and he spat out a piece of her precious carpet, licked his lips and kept stroking his inflamed cock, defiantly looking into her blazing eyes.

"I'm going to get off whether you like it or not." He said defiantly.

She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips. "So. The worm has turned?"

"The worm is turned-on."

A flicker of a smile twitched at the corner of her lips and she gestured for him to continue. "I could use a good laugh. But don't spill any more on my carpet or you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Do you do this every week when i go out?"

"Yes dear." He admitted, shuffling round in order to face the mirror once more, glancing over his shoulder to see her eyes upon him as he jerked himself off.

"What do you think about?" She asked, curiosity vying with disgust in her attitude to finding this side of husband exposed so abruptly in her home.

"All kinds of things."

"That narrows it down a lot." She said sardonically. "Name one."

"Cock sucking for starters."

She winced. "You're so crude."

"Arse fucking too."

"Oh for God's sake." She cried, swatting his wobbling buttocks with her hand. "Stop that!"

"No chance you frigid bitch." 

The words hung over him like the sword of Damocles, seeming to echo in the growing chasm between them, before shattering in the face of her wrath. His wife's lady-like demeanour exploded into the demented screeching of a common whore, flailing at him with her hands until his flesh stung under the blows raining down on every exposed part of his body she could reach. And he loved it. Suffering the blows in silence for he didn't want her beating to stop, pumping himself harder in tune with the assault on his body, until she paused for breath, panting wildly. She shook a lock of hair from her eyes, looked wildly around the room and seemed to reach an irrevocable decision, marching over to pluck a bamboo cane from the pot plant by the door which, denied of support, sagged sadly towards the door as though keeping watch for any disturbance to the exotic scene in the room behind it.

His wife stalked back to him in a cold fury. Her teeth bared as though wanting to rend him to the bone for his effrontery. He felt his balls tighten in fear, or lust, it was hard for him to say. It was too hard for him to stop as well. He'd never been this aroused and apprehensive at the same time.

"Now you son-of-a-bitch." His wife hissed. "Tell me why you dress like this!" As she came to the end of the sentence she menaced his buttocks with the end of the cane, sliding it along his crease and under his balls, lifting them briefly before sliding back onto his left 

buttock, tapping it with increasing ardour, demanding an answer in a way that promised a world of hurt for any recalcitrance on his part from this moment on.

"Be...because it makes me feel good." He gibbered, fretfully feeling the cane begin to pick up pace, swishing in the air before cracking onto his flesh, stinging like a thousand bees and bringing tears of shamed pain dribbling over his red face.

"And...?" She prodded him between the shoulders with the tip of the cane, scraping it along his spine before descending onto his right buttock.

"And what?" He whined evasively.

"And you like cock sucking! Arse fucking!" She spat the words out like a bad clam and scolded his flesh until he cried out in pained reproach. "How many men have you seen?" She accused.

He looked into her glaring eyes, the reflection not diminishing the impact of their ire and he swallowed his panic with difficulty. What the hell would she do if he told her that? His first impulse was to simply lie through his teeth. Deny everything until blue in the face ('and red on the arse' he thought ruefully). But the evidence before their eyes refuted all his denials and, taking not only his balls, but his very life in hand, admitted her suspicions were correct.

"...but i swear I've not been with any man. It's just a fantasy. Honestly!"

She considered his depraved admission thoughtfully, swatting his buttocks gently in turn until coming to a decision. "I think you're going to enjoy the thrashing you deserve. But not as much as i'm going to enjoy dishing it out. Believe me."

He believed her. The manic gleam in her eye promised him that much. His body tensed as he watched the cane rising higher and higher until it swept down to crack onto his arse. She was a well built woman putting considerable weight behind her hand gripping the cane. Peter gritted his teeth and hung on grimly to the pleasure in his hand while the pain spread through the rest of his trembling body. After ten strokes his moans of pain became groans of pleasure, after twenty he pleaded for her to stop but after thirty, he begged for more.

His wife relentlessly obliged him, swatting his flesh until it seemed to glow, changing hands as her arm tired, wiping beads of sweat from her brow and carrying on the exquisite torture with the other until the cane snapped in half.

"This isn't over." She warned, looking round for something else to use on his worthless flesh.

He groaned, reaching round to rub his arse ruefully while keeping the steady pumping up on his swollen shaft, sneaking a finger into his puckered hole that brought a burst of precum over his hand. He risked a peek over his shoulder and saw she wasn't looking, brought the sticky fingers up to suck on and moaned aloud at the delicious thrill it gave him to taste himself anew.

His wife looked back to see him blissfully engaged and snidely remarked: "Who are you thinking of now?"

"Nobody special." He muttered, rubbing his nipples lovingly.

"Liar!" She stormed back over to him, lifting his head up to force his eyes to meet hers. "Tell me."

"Brian." He finally admitted, unable to prevaricate before her piercing gaze. 

"Brian Kilkline?" She said, dazed at the thought of their next door neighbour and her husband together like that.

"Sure. Remember when we went hiking?" She nodded. "Well, he got caught short on the trail and nipped behind a tree to pee. I decided to go myself and got a good look at him. It's been on my mind ever since."

"Sucking him?"

"Oh yes!"

She shook her head slowly and walked out of the bedroom. Peter grinned at her back and resumed finger fucking himself, matching the rhythm of his stroking hand as he closed his eyes and let the fantasy take control once more.

A blinding flash surprised him into the real world again and he saw his wife standing there, camera in hand. "Surprise!" She grinned fiendishly. "Now turn around so i can get a full mug shot."

He did as he was told. What other choice did he have? She had him in the palm of her hand and could break him like a twig. The thought strangely aroused him. Turning to face her he kept wanking as she took a couple more shots before putting the camera away safely, locking the bottom drawer of her dresser and pocketing the key. She smirked at his predicament and sat on the edge of the bed, taking her boots off with a sigh of contentment. "That's better." She breathed, rubbing her stockinged feet. "How much longer are you going to do that?" She asked after watching him for a moment. 

"I'm getting close." He replied, feeling his juices beginning to boil up after all the interruptions that night. 

"I've warned you once about doing it on my carpet. Don't make me tell you again." She snapped. "Lie down!"

He lay back and thought, not of England, but of Brian's big juicy dick. His wife's foot slid across the space between them and massaged his balls, roughly rolling them under her toes as he jerked closer to a climax, groaning uncontrollably at the delicious sensation of the stockings on his flesh.

"You like that eh?" She noticed, pressing down more firmly. "I can crush them like grapes but that would be too easy for you." She went on, pressing her foot on his balls like pumping the gas pedal of their car on a cold morning. "I wish he could see you now. Maybe I'll show him the pictures some time." She laughed at the wide-eyed expression of panic on her husbands face and wriggled her foot lower. "I can see why you admire Brian actually. "He's all man isn't he?"

Peter nodded, not trusting himself to speak now his orgasm approached.

"Yes, every inch a man." She said wistfully, playfully prodding his arse before stepping back to unbutton her skirt, letting it slide down her legs then pulling her French knickers to one side. "Do you see this?" She demanded, drawing his attention to the dense patch of blonde hair between her legs.

"Yes dear." He dutifully replied, pulling at his rigid shaft.

She bestowed a wicked smile on him and strode over his supine body to squat delicately on his face, leaving mere inches between his lips and her crotch. "Can you smell it?" She asked, moving slightly away from his searching tongue. "I said smell it you bastard!"




Random Connections Ch. 03



He took a deep sniff and nodded that he could indeed breathe her natural odour. "Good." She said, standing over him, looking down coldly. "Because that's the closest you're going to get to me again. Ever. Do you understand?"

"That doesn't bother me." He said.

"No. I don't suppose it does. You'd rather have a man now wouldn't you. Well, so would I!" She rubbed her foot contemptuously over his face and he breathed the sweaty aroma in avidly. The pungent odour bringing him perilously close to bursting. It moved away all too soon for his liking and saw her moving back between his legs when he dared open his eyes again. Her foot resumed its journey along the crack of his arse, teasing his ring with her big toe.

"I bet you'd like to feel him in there eh?" She chuckled at his moaning reply and wiggled it inside a little to make him writhe helplessly. "Come on. Let's see if you can shoot as much as Gordon did over Erica's shoes!"

He concentrated on the memory of Brain's thick cock instead. The way he'd shook it to get the last drops of urine, watching it splash onto the tree and wondering how much cum would spray from those pendulous balls. 

His wife made a mental note to ask her oldest friend how she dealt with her son and then concentrated on abusing her husband, moving her foot up to his ball while lifting his legs up until he was almost bent double. "This'll make sure your dirty stuff doesn't stain my carpet!" She cried, viciously crushing his scrotum under her knee until he howled in pain - or pleasure?

Peter felt himself rising off the floor as the intense pressure in his groin exploded a nebula of stars behind his eyes as they flew open to see his dripping cock pointing right at his face. He opened his mouth to catch the first drops of spunk, moaning in pleasure at the salty taste and pain at the sensation of his wife pressing down on him, forcing his cum to drip longer and longer drops that turned into a thick, creamy rope of spunk.

"Swallow it." She ordered, grinding her knee into his groin.

He had no choice, nor wanted one, and let the viscous juice slip down his throat then opened his mouth in time to catch the next load making its sinuous way down until it pooled on his tongue.

"All of it!" Her lips drew back in distaste at the disgusting spectacle as she pushed down harder until his balls must surely burst under the strain of supporting her weight and the pressure of his orgasm combined. 

He pounded the floor like a wrestler begging submission although he expected, and received, no mercy. The bright starburst behind his eyes became a dark dance of black spots before them, his scream turned into a whimper as the pressure of her knee relaxed just enough to enable the full force of his orgasm to burst forth in a cataract of cum, splashing over his face, on his lips and tongue then into his mouth, the fresh, hot taste making him crave more. 

His wife watched him closely to make sure he took the whole load and, as it slowed to a trickle, drew back her knee then brought it sharply down unerringly, watching him sag into a private world of hurt with a great deal of satisfaction; certainly more than her husband had given her sexually for some time. After a few moments to make sure he was in no fit state to take any notice of the outside world for a while, she made her way over to the phone and dialled a number.

"Hello, Brian? It's me, can you pop over for a minute? There's something i want to show you..."



Random Connections Ch. 04



The phone rang:

Frank hit the pause button on the game then, glad of the interruption as his best friend Joe was wiping the floor with him at fifA2005, hit the speaker button on the phone, laughing away his friends protests. Both were soon stunned into silence by the visceral noises that filled the living room.

"What the hell is that?" Joe whispered.

"Hello...er, who's there?" Frank asked, glancing nervously at him.

A guttural moan answered his tentative enquiry and the noises increased in volume.

"Come on man, it's just somebody jerkin' around. Let's finish the game." Urged Joe.

They giggled and Frank was about to comply with his friend when the moan became a groan as the noises increased and decreased in speed.

"It sounds like someone getting fucked to me." Frank replied, finger poised uncertainly over the button. "Listen to that!"

They listened, bug-eyed at the sticky sound of hot sex, until the game became forgotten as their interest grew. "Fancy playing a new game?" Frank asked, rubbing his crotch suggestively.

"Are you crazy?" His friend replied. "Won't your dad be home soon?"

"Don't worry about it. He'll be out getting drunk until the cows go home." Frank said, patting Joe's knee.

They'd enjoyed mutual masturbation before, usually after a few drinks themselves but this time they were cold sober, and Joe looked uncertainly at the hand on his knee. Frank encouraged him by squeezing his thigh while unzipping himself, sitting back to unbutton his jeans and allowing his semi-hard penis room to grow.

Joe licked his lips a the sight of the swelling ebony staff jutting proudly upwards and unzipped himself. "You persuaded me." He said, reclining at the opposite end of the sofa to enable them to get a good view of each other.

Frank grinned and slapped the head of his cock into the palm of his hand. "Like you needed much persuading. Have you been exercising? It looks bigger?"

"No more than usual." He smiled in that lop-sided way that Frank found so endearing. "I'm still six inches and If I keep to my daily routine for ten years it'll never get as big as that beast between your legs!" He looked ruefully at his own phallus which he knew was two inches shorter than his friends, pale as milk in comparison, but just as potent when it came down to it.

They chuckled amiably then concentrated on achieving a full erection to the accompaniment of the rude noises emanating from the speaker.

"Who do you think it is?" Asked Frank, nodding in the direction of the slapping, squishing sound of wet flesh-on-flesh.

"Dunno." Replied Joe. "Maybe it's Coach Jones!"

They laughed to think of their rugby master like that and Frank peeled the skin from the head of his cock like some exotic fruit, stroking the shaft luxuriously as Joe spat in his palm to aid his hand-over-fist action.

"It still looks to me like you got a couple of coconuts hanging down there." Joe smiled, leering at Franks pendulous balls.

"I got plenty o' milk in 'em too. I've not cum all day."

"Well don't blow that stuff everywhere. I've got to clean up you know!"

"No worries, I figured a way out of that. Want to see?"

"Sure!"

"Watch this." He said, pulling his jeans free and sitting in a lotus position, elbows braced against his knees, hands behind his head, pulling himself down until his mouth was almost touching the head of his cock. He stuck out his tongue and lapped around the glans, grunting with the effort of contorting his body and the pleasure of tasting the hot, hard meat.

Joe looked on in awe as Frank's head dipped lower, his lips wrapping around the plum head of his glistening cock. "Oh my fucking God!" He whispered, squeezing his own erection.

"Pretty wild huh?" Frank boasted, relaxing back into the soft cushions, stroking his slick shaft that glistened where his lips had been.

"How the fuck did you manage that?"

"I just gave it a try and it worked out. Want to give it a go?"

Joe licked his lips nervously. "I dunno. I never thought about it." He lied, eyeing the thick black serpent cautiously.

"It's real easy man, just lean down and open your mouth."

"How does it taste?"

"Suck it and see!"

They grinned and jerked off together until Joe plucked up courage to lean in, grasp his friends cock and quickly kiss the tip where a dewdrop of clear liquid pooled.

They both gasped.

"Hey! I meant suck your own cock!" Frank cried.

Joe smiled and licked his lips, finding the salty juice not too unappealing. "Oh! Sorry man." He apologised. "But there's no way i can reach mine."

They looked into each others eyes, deliberating whether or not to cross the line of friendship. The sounds of sex seemed to goad them on. Their raging hormones demanded satisfaction and they willingly crossed the line, closing the distance slowly until their lips brushed together, swapping hands and tentative, tender kisses that became passionate as they explored the new world opening up before them.

'Jacking off is one thing. But...' Joe thought. "...Is this gay or what?" He gasped, finishing the thought aloud.

Frank sucked on his friends bottom lip, tasting the faint tang of himself. "So what?" He murmured. "You don't have to suck it if you don't want to, but keep stroking my cock like that. It feels fucking great."

Joe had to admit to himself that it did feel fucking great stroking each other off like this and moaned with approval as their kiss ripened. He'd snogged with a few girls but felt nothing like this before. Their hands wantonly explored each other, teasing an erect nipple, clasping a hard cock, squeezing full, soft sacs of sperm, boiling with vitality, bringing them to a gasping peak of excitement.

"I want to suck you." Frank pleaded, licking a bead of sweat from Joe's flushed face. "Let me suck you off. Come on man. Who's to know?" Before his friend could deny him he ran his tongue down to play with his nipple, pushing him back before carrying on lower, sinuously trailing down the smooth surface until the hot, musky aroma filled his nostrils. 

Joe wanted to say something, anything, but couldn't. The erotic sensations welled up as he felt the warm, wet breath washing over his skin, going lower, lower until it caressed his cock and balls. His head was adjacent to the phone and the sounds of sex swept him away as Frank's tongue bathed his swollen shaft until he thought he'd burst with pleasure. He arched his back and groaned deeply, his body taut and tingling. Frank placed a hand on each of his buttocks, holding him up as he set to work on Joe's balls, sucking, licking and kissing them, lovingly caressing him all over before taking a deep breath and plunging onto the stiff shaft, sucking it softly then more urgently as the taste appealed to him. He felt his head being guided deeper onto the hot spike of solid flesh and he opened his mouth wider in response, taking it into his gullet with surprising ease. He choked once as the shaft flexed reflexively and dribbled more spit along it, basting the meat to ease him in further, deeper until, oh yes! All the way to his juicy balls.

"Oh fuck yes!" Joe went a little crazy as he felt himself being swallowed up, looking down at his friends head bobbing up and down he held his thick curly hair and stroked it. None of his girlfriends had done anything like this before. He wanted the feeling to go on and on but knew he wouldn't last much longer if he stayed like this so, regretfully, he tugged upwards to urge his fuck-buddy to stop.

Frank had no intention of stopping now. He could feel the hot juice bubbling up and wanted to taste it so bad, holding his mouth tightly around the swelling nob and sucking harder, moulding the soft flesh of Joe's buttocks in his hands, digging his thumb into the tender pucker of his arse which brought a fresh burst of precum onto his tongue that was swallowed with a happy moan from both of them.

"Oh fuck no!" Joe cried, in complete contradiction to the cry of his body that simply succumbed to the wondrous emotion overflowing him. Franks moan of encouragement vibrated through his cock, triggering an explosive splash of spunk to erupt from his balls. He half expected him to move away but his lips remained locked onto the fountain of flesh despite his bucking body writhing ecstatically in the iron grip of his hands, the thumb digging deep inside his arse, cajoling more spunk than he'd ever blown off before. He took it all, every hot drop bursting into his mouth and sliding down his throat in sticky waves of exuberance until the flow slackened and slowed to a trickle of clear fluid that dripped onto his tongue.

Joe flopped back onto the cushions, gasping for air, drained of energy and emotion. He opened his eyes to see Frank peering shyly upwards. "You like that huh?" He asked, licking his lips. He simply nodded, lost for words, assimilating the experience, looking down at the solid black pole pointing directly at him, enticing him, wanting him, needing his lips, his hands; coming closer, closer, touching his stomach, sliding up and up, around his nipple before moving onwards, upwards, across his chest, becoming more massive as it filled his horizon, the huge head glistening, a deep purple mushroom seeping with lust. The tangy aroma made his mouth water and he opened up slowly as it made its way in, lapping tentatively at the dripping slit then more eagerly as the salty-sweet texture filled his mouth.

"Yeah that's it, just like that." Frank urged, groaning deep in his throat as he watched his cock slide back and forth between his friends lips. It looked like he was eating a chocolate log, inch by inch until his nob popped all the way in. He pumped his hips slowly forward, fucking his mouth gently, feeling his hands reach up to caress his clenching cheeks, stroking along his hairy crack before gripping his balls, squeezing them as he sucked harder. Frank hissed between his teeth and tried to think of something to prevent him cumming but the noises from the phone flooded his mind and he knew he couldn't last long. The hot taste of spunk was fresh on his tongue as he licked his lips and watched him gobble it up, gagging on an inadvertent spurt of cum that heralded the full flow building up a head of steam.

Joe loved this almost as much as getting blown. The fresh, clean taste of the meat filling his mouth made him hornier than ever and he felt himself respond naturally, rising phoenix-like from the ashes of his first fiery eruption of lust. He couldn't tell who was making all the noises now as his head was pushed right back, becoming impaled on the hot, throbbing spike that warned him of the imminent explosion building up as a splash of spunk smeared his tongue. He tried to shake his head in denial but merely accelerated the onrushing flow and realised he was going to get it whether he wanted it or not. He'd licked his own juice up after cumminmg but this was way different. But, as Frank couldn't prevent his passion spilling over, he couldn't deny a certain piquant interest in finding out what it was like. He didn't have to wait much longer. It flowed into his mouth as though his suck-buddy had turned on a tap, pouring in a constant stream of milky goodness that he drank down, gulping the hot load with increasing ardour. He experimentally slid a finger inside as he sucked more meat and gagged on a longer, hotter spurt that almost drowned his senses. It was with regret, rather than relief when Frank pulled out, jerked off a few more drops onto his face and sat back, panting with pleasure, the sound almost drowned out by the sexual crescendo building up on the other end of the phone.

"Christ! You still horny?" Frank gasped, looking at the obvious arousal jutting from Joe's crotch.

He lifted his head and looked down at his cock, stroking it meaningfully. "That wasn't as bad as i thought it would be." He admitted, smiling shyly.

"Hey! My coconuts have tasty milk you know." Frank hefted them up in his hand, jiggling the bulging sacs playfully.

Joe giggled, wriggling closer until his cock rubbed against them, fencing with Franks stiffening tool. "Can you believe that guy is still going at it?" He asked.

"You know Coach, he's got plenty stamina. Have you seen him in the shower? He's packing heat!"

"You don't really think it's him do you?"

"Why not? Anyway, I'm getting off on the idea, so don't spoil my fun." Frank said, laughing at the comical look of surprise on Joe's face.

"But he's married!" He protested, shocked at the idea.

"Have you seen the way he looks around when we shower?

"Well yes, but that don't mean he wants to do anything. Does it?" He concluded.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

The sounds went on as they thought about his well muscled, hairy body, arousing them into a fresh desire to taste each other again. Frank shifted position, laying alongside Joe in a timeless pose to take him into his mouth, moaning as he felt himself taken in the same way, with no more need for words to express their feelings they let their bodies do the talking.

The noises became a sexual symphony, rising in pitch and falling in tone as they took each other with increasing confidence, the aromatic odour of arousal exciting their tongues into a frenzied tempo, licking, lapping at the hot flesh, wet lips blowing a merry tune on each others length, taking as much as they desired.

Joe felt himself lifted and rolled up until he lay astride Franks slick body, still concentrating on eating the fat mushroom head of that big, black cock, stroking it hand over fist, moaning in delight at the sensation of his balls getting sucked then gasping in surprise as he felt his arse getting rudely rimmed.

Neither of them took any notice of the lewd, wet sound bursting from the phone - or the fact that they were being watched.

All Frank could see was the pink pucker of Joe's arse and he set to work on it, literally drooling on it as his tongue delved inside the tight ring, giving him a lip-smacking French kiss while using both hands to part his cheeks to feast on the tender meat, while Joe had his hands, and mouth, too full of hard, hot cock to notice anything else.

Both of them were making too much noise of their own to heed the silent phone - or hear the soft click of the front door opening.

Joe could only hear the beat of his passion for sucking that beautiful cock. He loved the way it throbbed powerfully in his hands as he took it deeper, stretching his lips around the thick bulk of it, wriggling happily on the tongue in his arse, gagging as the hot muscle flexed in his mouth but refusing to relinquish his prize, gobbling greedily at the precum seeping from the slit, sticking the tip of his tongue into it as his hands milked at the full sacs beneath. He jumped as a finger slid into his arse, replacing the tongue which slid delicately along his crack, flicking over his churning balls, seeking his cock, finding it hard and ready to be sucked inside Franks mouth. "Oh fuck!" He groaned as it slid down into the wet heat, sinking inside effortlessly until he could go no further. Another finger slid in-between his pumping cheeks, adding to the delicious sensation of fucking his friends mouth.

Nothing disturbed Franks attention to taking every inch of that cock down his throat. He loved the taste of it, the smell of it and wondered how it would feel, thrusting in his arse. A tentative finger was exploring his hairy crack, driving him crazy with lust. He begged him to push it in but could only give a muffled series of grunts and groans around the full length plunging into his mouth and resorted to his greater strength in lifting Joe up, rolling him over then nimbly switching places, sitting on his face.

Joe soon got into the idea of rimming his best friend. The evening had already gone way beyond anything they'd done before and he couldn't begin to guess how much further it would go - but was ready to give his all. He explored the funky hole tentatively, wriggling around and inside the pert muscle which sucked his tongue deeper and deeper, enticing him into the depths of depravity.

Frank took as much as he could bear before his curiosity and lust got the better of him. He wanted more than a stiff little finger or a hot, wet tongue now. He needed to feel a hard, hot cock. "Do you trust me?" He asked quietly, standing next to Joe's prone body, gleaming with sweat.

"I trust you." He replied, breathing deeply.

"Do you want me to?

Joe knew what he meant and quickly made up his mind. "Yes. I want you too." 

"Sit up and face me."

He did so, holding his erection in both hands, offering it up to his lover. The thought that they were becoming lovers didn't worry him at all right then, all he wanted was to please his new found partner. Frank spat mightily onto the proffered tool and gave it a loving suck, drooling more spittle onto the shaft to get it as slick as possible before straddling it, bracing both hands on the back of the sofa and looking into Joe's anxiously expectant face. The tip slid along his crack, skipping across his arsehole, tantalising them both.

"Fuck! Hold it steady." He gasped, rocking back a little to get a better angle, his cock slapping onto Joe's stomach, concentrating too hard on fixing his flesh onto that hot fuck muscle to notice a shadow fall across the open doorway.

"Shouldn't we use something?" Joe worried, feeling the soft heat settling onto his cock.

"So? You done this before?" Frank replied with a wry smile.

"No."

"Me neither. Lets do it!" He urged, soothing his fears with a deep kiss that only broke as they came together, groans of frustration becoming gasps of sheer joy as they coupled, becoming intimately aware of each others physical need to get off, with no need for words to express how they felt. Frank gripped the back of the sofa until his knuckles were white with tension, riding on the hot rod pumping deeper and deeper with each stroke, thrusting into his arse with increasing vigour as both found a rhythm to suit their mood.

Joe found himself torn between grabbing the firm, bouncing cheeks to pull his tight hole down harder or gripping the mighty length of black meat slapping on his stomach. Decisions, decisions! He groaned, humping up and up until his balls smacked onto that arse as it rose and fell on his throbbing cock. 'Why not have both?' He thought, straining his neck forward.

Frank felt him shifting forward and looked down, slowing his motion as he realised Joe's intent. His arse had soon become accustomed to the welcome intruder and he sat comfortably upon him while placing a thick cushion behind Joe's head, holding it with one hand to help him reach the tip of his cock. They both gasped as his tongue swiped over the sensitive tip and Frank rode more gently, taking the full length up his tender arsehole, feeding his nob into the waiting mouth. He groaned louder as hands gripped his clenched cheeks, pulling him into the sucking lips moaning around his dripping meat. "FuckmeSuckme!" He chanted, getting into the rhythm of the heat that burned in his sweating body, bumping and grinding onto the rigid shaft with a lusty beat.

Joe knew exactly how he felt and held himself rock steady in the slick chute jumping onto his cock as his hands clasped that bucking arse which fucked him beautifully, enraptured at the sensations swelling through his body, his eyes drinking in the mass of meat fucking his mouth, drops of precum coating his tongue, splashing onto his chest, running down the engorged length to drip steadily off the swinging sacs which smeared the creamy stuff onto the root of his lust.

The shadow crept along the wall unseen as Frank kept his eyes firmly shut, unwilling to break the spell until the magic of the moment exploded inside him. "FUCKMESUCKME" He panted with increasing passion as the moment drew nearer, building into a monumental crescendo that neither would ever forget. Both of them strove to reach the peak together, straining every sinew, muscles pumping, lungs bursting with the extraordinary exertion as they struggled to find enough oxygen to make the final ascent. Joe felt his cock squeezed tighter and tighter until he couldn't contain the firestorm in his boiling balls, blowing a jet of spunk deep inside Frank's arse with a triumphant yell. That brought a stream of thick white juices pouring onto his chest as his fuck-mate joined in the fun, sitting right back onto the stiff rod shooting copiously between his cheeks. A fountain of spunk erupted onto Joe's face and he gasped in wonder at the colossal spurt, shooting another hot bolt of cum into the churning bowels writhing on his lap. He grabbed the black snake spitting so rudely over him and jerked it off, washing his face in hot, sticky spunk, smearing the spurting nob on his lips as it poured forth more of the good stuff until he was liberally coated in layers of hot cream.




Random Connections Ch. 04



Frank sighed with relief and slid forward into the pool of juices, feeling the welcome visitor slide out of his arse with a wet plop. He kissed the spunk from Joe's lips, licking it up contentedly in the afterglow of their first fuck. He hoped it wasn't the last.

"Well, well, well. Are you cock jockey's having fun?" Inquired a familiar voice.

They froze and looked fearfully at each other. "Coach?" Frank wondered aloud. "Coach!" Joe exclaimed, looking over his shoulder at the big man standing behind them. "What the fuck..."

"...Am i doing here?" He appended, taking a step towards them. "I actually came round to see your dad, but I guess he's not here right now?"

"He - He's at the pub. "Joe stammered in panic. "But he'll be back soon!" He said, wondering if everyone could hear his hammering heart.

Frank could feel it beating against his chest as he lay there with cum trickling down his crack, but he could see what Joe had missed and didn't share his panic. He only wanted to feel what the Coach was brandishing in his hands.

"Not too soon I hope." He replied to Joe while taking another step towards Franks vulnerable rump. "You wouldn't like him to find us like this now, would you?" He said, laying both hands on Franks hips, holding him in an unshakeable grip.

Frank grinned nervously and shook his head as the thick nob wedged into his spunk slick arsehole, promising further pleasure after an initial burst of pain.

"Damn that's tight!"

"Fuck that's big!"

"Oh my God!

The sofa shook as the big man thrust himself forward and Frank held on for dear life as his arse was violated. The force pushed him onto Joe who held on just as tightly, unable to believe this was actually happening. "This guy's built like a bear." He whispered in Franks ear, watching him take off his shirt to reveal a hairy, well muscled chest rippling with power.

Frank puffed out his cheeks and panted. "It...fucking...feels...like...it!"

"That's a nice, hot fuckhole." The bear grunted, admiring the way it opened up to take him in deeper. "And you're hung like a horse too!" His hand reached round to squeeze the thick black meaty shaft as he pumped vigorously in and out, feeling Joe's spunk squelching around his length as it gradually disappeared up Franks arse. "Does his cum taste good too?" He asked, looking at the juicy smears on Joe's face.

"Yeah it does." He admitted, shocked and aroused at his language. 

The burly man leaned over, planting himself firmly between Franks cheeks, to taste it for himself, roughly thrusting his tongue in Joe's mouth and kissing him as deeply as he screwed his moaning companion. "You're right." He said, resuming his deep thrusting. "You want to taste mine?" He groaned, the pressure building up in his hairy balls. "You want to eat it out of his arse?" He moaned, pounding into the wet flesh with increasing speed. "Or suck it fresh out of my cock?"

"oh FUCK!" Frank screamed. It seemed like a fireball had exploded in his guts as that thick cock rammed into him repeatedly. "Oh yeah, fuck me!" He pleaded, hoping he could get it off before it split him in two.

"Yeah, fuck him Coach." Joe urged, getting into the lewd scene, storing every sight and sound up for future nights alone with his magazine hoard upstairs. 

"Call me Dave." He gasped, "Save the Coach crap for college - and suck my cock." He added, pulling himself free from the snug hole.

Frank sagged to one side and sighed in relief as Joe looked at what he'd taken like a frightened rabbit would a pair of approaching headlights. Though not as long, or as thick as Franks black rod, it had a much larger nob end. A throbbing club of hard meat sprouting proudly up from a thicket of dark, curly hair bobbed towards his face; huge, hot balls swayed drunkenly between his mighty thighs which straddled his chest, pushing Frank to one side.

"Suck it!" He urged again.

Joe opened his mouth and took the spunk streaked fuck muscle in, stretching his lips wide open to fit the girth of it in. Dave held his head and relished the feel of those soft lips bathing his flesh, reaching over to stroke the semi-hard length of meat between Franks legs.

"We should have some extra training sessions some time." He leered, pulling the enormous tool playfully.

"Anytime you like." Frank said rolling over to give the older man access to his cock.

They grinned as Joe gobbled loudly, sucking the juices off as his own cock stirred into life once more, insisting on further attention. He attended to the hot cock in his mouth instead, stroking the thick shaft, feeling the veins throb with tension as his tongue worked over the slippery tip, flicking in the slit, teasing it into a lather. 

"Oh yeah that's it, you're a good cocksucker." Dave groaned.

The compliment swelled more than his pride and he sucked harder on the hot rod pumping smoothly in his mouth, rubbing the hot, hairy sacs beneath in his palms.

"Hey I'm a good cocksucker you know. Frank boasted. "Watch this!" 

He slid onto the floor, turned and put his legs over the edge of the sofa, using it to support his back as he flipped over to bring his cock into range. 

"That's so fucking hot!" Dave moaned, leaning over to slip a finger between the upturned cheeks and watch the most erotic act of self-love he'd ever seen. 

Frank gave a soft grunt as he felt the finger slide inside his arse at the same moment his lips suckled dreamily on his nob end. Dave had to have him again before his balls burst, sliding free of Joe's sucking mouth that reluctantly let him go, strings of spittle dripping from the bulbous end. He straddled his body, each leg astride his arms, and bent at the knees to ease his cock down into the pert hole that puckered up to kiss the thick cock head before yielding submissively to it's powerful demand for entry. His hard, spit slick nob parted the hot, soft flesh easily and sank inside, slowly filling him up inch by delicious inch. Joe scooted over to watch the action closely, pumping his own cock in a tight grip, but not as tightly as he knew Coach, er, Dave's was. His name would take some getting used too, but he reckoned he could get used to this! Frank was already well into this and thought he would faint with pleasure as he slurped his juicy meat, feeling his arse getting stuffed at the same time was a wet dream come true. He looked up at the hairy cheeks clenching rhythmically together and vowed to find out how tight they felt around his cock.Dave's dream had already come true. He'd wanted to fuck this beautiful black arse since watching it in the showers and getting both of them together was simply a bonus as far as he was concerned. His lips sought Joe's and found them warm, willing to take his tongue as he'd taken his cock, sucking it while they kissed, exploring each other in an orgy of delight.

The wet slap of hot flesh upon flesh grew louder in the extreme heat as each sought to lose the race to be first to cum. Dave groaned that he was getting close and Joe begged to taste his juice. Frank mumbled something around a bubbling mouthful of spunk as his balls pumped a steady stream of hot juices through his cock. All of them fed off each others lust in a passionate frenzy, writhing and jerking, bucking together as though an unseen puppet-master pulled their strings harder. Suddenly, Dave pulled himself free, stroked his tumescent cock briskly until a steamy gush of spunk poured onto Franks well fucked arsehole. He threw back his head and roared as another load spurted over his black balls, arcing onto Joe's face, who leaned in to catch the spurting drops amidst the font of frothy, white spunk bursting onto his friends glistening black flesh, creaming it thoroughly, lapping the sticky streaks from his crack, dipping the tip of his tongue inside.

Dave knelt to slap his burning meat onto the cum coated black sacs, groaning approvingly as a finger thrust inside his arse, stimulating a fresh burst of juice. He held Joe's face in the sweaty mess and wriggled onto the exploring digit as his seething balls emptied their load. The hot white shower flowed down Franks cock and he watched it cum with interest, slithering along his cock, following the pumping veins down towards his waiting mouth. He gulped another load of his own then drank the flowing juices as they continued to pour over his cock.

Dave hosed them both down with spunk until his cock hung limply in his hairy hand and he stood back to admire his handiwork, grinning broadly at the horny pair. Joe looked up and grinned back, licking his lips. Frank smiled around his cock before sliding it free.

"He sure blows a hot load, don't he Joe?"

"Almost as much as you do man!"

"Oh I still got more in the tank. How about taking a ride?" He gave the older man a feral look of lust that made his mouth water. 

"Do we have time?" Joe asked.

As though In answer to his question the front door opened. 

"Hey son? I'm home!"



Random Connections Ch. 05



The phone rang; "Oh shit." muttered Alison without taking her eyes off the screen. " Can't you ignore it?" She implored of her best friend, Elaine. "It's getting to a really hot scene."

Elaine chuckled and shook her head. "No way! It might be my mum. Just pause the tape."

Alison pouted and turned the volume up instead; "Oh yes, yes, right there, don't stop!" A girlish voice moaned, distracting them from the shrill tones of the phone.

"For God's sake Ali, don't! Think of the neighbours."

"Fuck the neighbours?" she said coarsely, muting the ecstatic shrieks of the coupling women, who continued to eat each other out in silence. "I'd rather think of you." Alison replied, giving her a lewd wink.

Elaine's laughter bubbled merrily around the dimly lit room and faded into a muttered curse as the phone stopped with her hand poised over it.

"Don't worry Eli, it probably wasn't your mum. Where is she anyway?"

"At the pub with dad."

"Do you think they'll divorce?"

"I dunno. This is the longest separation ever and between you and me I don't think she'll forgive him this time." She replied sadly, a tear building up in the corner of her clear blue eyes.

Alison hated to see her friend cry and held out her arms consolingly. This was how it had all began in the first place she remembered. A tearful embrace, a gentle kiss that swiftly turned passionate. The memory of their love-making made her pussy eager, she squeezed her thighs together as a fresh trickle of juice seeped into her panties, sticking them tightly into the crease of her freshly shaved mons. She'd trimmed, but never shaved all of it off before and the sensation was driving her wild.

"What do you think your mum will do?" Elaine murmured, watching one of the girls push another finger inside her partners glistening pussy.

"About the tape?"

"Yes. Won't she tell your dad?"

"Maybe, maybe not. What's done is done. Serves the nosy cow right for snooping around."

"You're right, we can't change the past can we."

"Would you want to?" Alison whispered, soothing her lovers skin with tender kisses, trailing a moist tongue under her chin.

"No darling!" Elaine sighed, kissing the tip of Alison's pink tongue as it wriggled over her lips. "I love you."

"I love you more!"

They kissed deeply, confirming the sincerity of the spoken sentiments with a probing tongue, a loving gaze, a gentle caress, that gave them an emotional bond which they needed as much as physical satisfaction.

Elaine loved Alison's slim, well proportioned body. Her short blonde hair always smelt fresh and she adored the way it shone like spun gold in her fingers. She twisted the soft tresses as they kissed with urgency, moaning gratefully on her soft lips as Ali's hands cupped her pendulous breasts, squeezing them, teasing her nipples into hard points of excitement. Their lips parted breathlessly, hands busy undoing buttons and zips, eager to get to grips with each other.

Alison's sea-grey eyes glittered mischievously as she guided Eli's hand between her legs. "Guess what I've done?" She simpered, nuzzling at Eli's neck.

"You haven't!" Elaine gasped, slipping her hand under the damp panties, feeling the smooth flesh with her finger tips, sliding a finger into the tight heat.

"Just for you my love." Alison whispered, nipping and licking the soft skin down to the abundant flesh in her hands, suckling on her erect nipple. She knew how sensitive they were and played with them tenderly, nibbling and licking each one until her lover pulled away to get a closer look at her handiwork.

Elaine slid to the floor between her legs and gazed at Alison's pussy lips, parted like the petals of an orchid, the surrounding flesh a deep pink compared to the delicate hue of her open cunt. She gasped and looked more closely, parting the lips tenderly with her fingers, her breath washed over the soft folds as she inhaled the hot scent, her tongue flicked over the hard bud, making it tremble with anticipation, expectant gasps coming hard and fast from Alison's panting lips. "Do you like it?" She asked.

Elaine had never seen anything so beautiful and nodded, kissing her lovers clit softly.

"Oh darling! Do that again, and again!" She crooned as Eli's lips lingered on her clit, flicking it knowingly with the tip of her tongue, fingers pushing, twisting and thrusting into her hot, soft flesh.

Alison closed her eyes to savour the bliss while Elaine moved her tongue away to replace it with her thumb, rolling it gently under the pad while she emptied her glass of wine then, pressing more firmly on her clit, put her mouth full on the pouting lips to empty the contents into the hot hole in a steady stream, swishing it into the swirling juices as they gushed back down her throat, drinking her creamy cum down in deep gulps.

Alison felt the liquid spurting inside her and went a little crazy, bucking like a hooked salmon on the wriggling tongue in her pussy. She whimpered and shook in ecstasy as her orgasm burst forth, opening her eyes to enjoy the sight of Eli's moist lips locked onto her cunt as she came, drinking the sweet, hot juices convulsively until they slowed to a trickle.

"I could use another drink." Elaine gasped, finding her glass empty.

"Didn't you just have enough?" Alison said, the afterglow warming her body in ways, despite the efforts of the worlds finest science, they've not managed to bottle yet.

"I never have enough of you." She smiled, blowing her a friendly kiss. "But the bottles empty too. Be back in a minute." She got up and collected the empty glasses, put them next to the bottle on a tray to fetch fresh victuals from the kitchen.

"Ok babe, get me a top-up while you're there." Alison smiled, letting her go with a parting kiss.

She watched Elaine's lovely big ass wiggle away, her long black hair swinging jauntily from side to side. Alison loved the voluptuous curves and couldn't wait to get her hands, or any and everything else for that matter, on them again, before turning to watch the action on screen The women were into a frenzy of finger-fucking and the sight brought a fresh tingle of lust scampering through her crotch.

"Damn, that's so hot." She muttered, pulling her skirt off to feel the wet gusset of her panties, pulling it aside to ease a finger into the moist flesh beneath with a groan. Both were shaved clean as she was and Ali determined that Eli should do the same A.S.A.P. It felt so much cleaner, so sensitive and soft.

"You're insatiable!" Elaine giggled, returning with two glasses and a fresh bottle of wine on the tray. Blue Nun wasn't her favourite tipple, but it seemed oddly appropriate to her quirky sense of humour.

The phone rang again. She placed the tray next to the phone and picked up before Ali could stop her.

Alison stuck her tongue out to show what she thought of that and lay back on the sofa, parting her shapely legs to show Elaine exactly what she wanted her to do.

"Hello?" Elaine smiled at the sensual sight of Ali's moist panties cleaving to her slit and licked her lips.

"I want you to lick my wet pussy." A feminine voice demanded in her ear.

Elaine almost dropped the phone in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Elaine asked, concerned at the stunned expression on her face.

Elaine placed a finger over her lips, demanding silence and Alison shut up, curious at the callers identity.

"Who is it?" She whispered, sitting up.

Elaine beckoned her closer, holding the phone out and she did so, sitting cross-legged at the end of the sofa.

"Please lick my wet pussy baby." She heard. Alison pressed a hand over her mouth to stifle the shock and Elaine smothered a giggle. "Come on, I need you so bad."

The sultry voice brought Goosebumps to Alison's flesh and she slid her hand back into the snug nest between her thighs while pressing the receiver to her ear to hear better. Elaine let it go and poured the wine out, taking a big gulp before topping up her glass and sitting next to Alison.

"Who do you think it is?" She whispered. Alison shook her head and cupped her hand over the receiver.

"It sounds like Miss Berkeley!" She sniggered. "And is as horny as I am by the sound of it."

"Like hell it is!" Elaine said scornfully. Miss Berkeley was a spinsterish lady who worked part-time in the local library. "You're fantasising again. Let me listen again."

Alison didn't want to let go but compromised by holding the phone between them, heads pressed together as they listened to the horny pleas pour forth.

"Put your tongue in my pussy... Yes there, lick my clit, suck on it... God that feels so good! Now stick your tongue in there, all the way inside...OH! OH! YES! Slide it in my crack..."

"Maybe it's Jenny. She's slutty enough to do something like this." Elaine suggested, sipping her wine thoughtfully.

"How would you know?" Alison asked tartly. "Anyways, this voice isn't whiny enough for her. Maybe it's old Mother Hawkes!"

Elaine spluttered a mouthful of wine at the image of Gordon's weird mother doing something so flagrant.

"Messy girl!" Chided Alison with a smile, brushing the drops off her pert breasts.

"Horny girls!" Elaine grinned, pointing at the screen where the two women had been joined by a third, sporting an unlikely erection in the curved shape of a strap-on dildo.

"Put your tongue in my ass baby, please!" Added their mystery caller.

"Christ!" Alison exclaimed, grabbing Elaine's hand. "I need to cum so bad."

"You need to cool off." Elaine replied, tipping wine from her glass onto Ali's crotch. This had completely the opposite effect on her. She gasped in delight as the chilled liquid splashed onto her hot skin, inflaming her juices to flow faster, pooling under her arching body as she bucked up and down on Elaine's burrowing fingers.

"Suck my nipples darling." She panted into the phone, holding it tightly in one hand, using the other to pull up her T-shirt.

"Oh yeah that's so hot!" Groaned the caller in response, to her unseen lover or herself Alison didn't know, or care. She was far too horny to prevent her groans of passion spilling down the line.

Elaine trapped a pink, hard nipple between her teeth and teased it, her fingers slipping smoothly inside the streaming pussy that felt hot with unslaked passion. She ran her hand over the smooth flesh between her lovers writhing thighs and moaned on the succulent teat, twisting it in her mouth.

The twin lovers on screen were competing to get their hungry mouths around the obscenely large dildo and Alison urged them to suck it. Elaine heard her and sucked more of the soft flesh into her mouth, wriggling another finger, then another between the dripping wet lips of her pussy, becoming more eager to taste the sweet fruits of her flesh.

The lewd cries of their mystery caller provided a perfect soundtrack to the silent action, accompanied by their heavy breathing as they moved together, two hearts beat as one in the harmony of finding each other in perfect accord. Whether it was the alcohol fizzing in her veins or the erotic sensations buzzing through her body, Elaine knew not, but she simply followed the impulse to pull Ali on top of her, take the phone in one hand and pull her head down with the other to smother her face with hot kisses. Alison submitted to the embrace with alacrity, crushing Eli's superb tits in both hands, wrapping their legs together to press her clit into her slit.

"Fuck me darling." Elaine breathed into the phone. "Suck my big tits...fuck me with your clit." She went on panting as Ali did as she urged, feeding on a mouthful of tit and rubbing her clit in a frenzy.

A siren call of passion wailed down the line as their caller heard got the response she wanted, demanding more and more in that throaty voice which dripped with desire. "Suck me! Lick me! Eat me!"

Elaine repeated each demand and Alison responded, sliding down her heaving body like a sailor lost on a stormy sea, almost sliding off onto the floor before reaching the proud thicket of Eli's hairy cunt, spreading the dense black curls to expose the thick, wet lips, pouting readily for her loving kisses, opening the pink slit with her lithe tongue, curling it into the juicy folds, licking them clean as a fresh rivulet of hot juice trickled down. This was close to being one of Elaine's favourite fantasies, although she'd not shared it with Ali yet. She didn't know what her friend would make of her desire to have Mrs Hawkes joining in their fun. She loved the idea of having the older woman's huge ass on her face, smothering her with wet flesh as she came. The image brought her closer to boiling over and she pushed her sex into Ali's face. "Eat me!" She begged, feeling sharp teeth scrape over her clit, a wet tongue lapping at her, probing deep in her pussy, sliding down her crack, over her asshole, rimming both holes until she melted in orgasmic bliss.

Alison had her fantasies too, but this wasn't one of them, and no way would she share her favourite fantasy with anyone, least of all Elaine. She slurped every drop her lover had to offer before sitting up to wash it down with a long draught of wine, smacking her lips with a contented "AAAAHHH!" Sucking the neck of the bottle provocatively, she asked. "Is she still there?"

Elaine took the proffered bottle and handed her the phone, drinking thirstily as Ali listened to the happy groans. "Horny bitch isn't she." She commented. "I wonder who it could be?"

"I don't know." Alison replied, turning around. "It isn't your mum, that's for sure!." She added, rubbing herself sensuously along Eli's body.

The thought that her mother may have tried to call while they were playing around brought a twinge of guilt that was swiftly allayed by Ali's fingers teasing the curly hairs around her clit. "Come closer darling." She suggested, shifting her body a little to rest her head up more comfortably. "That's right, a little closer." She said, eyeing Ali's cute little ass wriggling eagerly over her tits. The pungent aroma of her sex made Elaine's mouth water and she licked her lips before planting them firmly between her cheeks.

"That feels beautiful babe" Alison gasped. "Fuck me with your tongue!" She groaned into the phone.

"Oh yes fuck me." Their kinky caller agreed. "Fuck me with your hot tongue."

That was another thing Elaine loved about Ali; normally so well spoken, her language went into the gutter as she got horny, becoming cruder as her passion demanded satisfaction. But, above all, Elaine loved the taste of her pussy, sucking the peachy lips apart to drink the zest of her body, slurping each drop noisily onto her tongue, sliding it in and out, around and around, swirling the juices in her mouth like a connoisseur before swallowing them down. She spat in Ali's crack, adding to the flowing juices, pulling her cute ass open to get a good look before brushing feather light kisses over the pink, puckered hole, rimming it tenderly, then plating her crack with fresh spittle until she dripped with lust.

Alison went wild as Eli's tongue slid over her asshole. "Oh fuck yes, lick my ass. Make me cum again." She babbled, slapping the phone onto Eli's silky slit and descending like a horde of locusts on her throbbing clit, sticking proudly up from the sticky curls sucking, almost chewing, on the fleshy bud in her frenzy. thrusting the phone receiver into her syrupy snatch. "How do you like that then?" She crowed at their unseen, obscene caller.

A bubbling torrent of sound flowed from the speaker, vibrating inside Elaine's body delightfully. She yelled in disbelief at the incredible sensation and screeched. unable to maintain the strain of keeping her tongue on Ali's bouncing ass. "Oh fuck, you dirty girl!

"Look who's talking!" Alison retorted.

Both of them rocked with uncontrollable mirth at the pun, giggling and gasping until the erotic sensations took over, bringing them closer and closer together. Elaine sucked her index finger, thrust it into Ali's hot little asshole and sucked with renewed vigour on her swollen cunt, pushing her tongue briskly into the moist folds.

Alison jabbed the phone deeper with a squelch and licked her clit. "Do you like that?" She breathed into the receiver. "Can you hear how wet she is? She tastes so good." She groaned. "She fucks me so good too." She went on, lapping the phone in excitement at the moaning response. "Oh yes, she fucks both my holes so fucking good...so fucking hot...makes me...cum!" Alison's voice went up an octave as another finger pushed between her cheeks.

"Yes darling, cum for me." Elaine entreated, twisting both fingers into the hot, soft hole, as Ali's body began to shake uncontrollably in the throes of passion.

The demure young ladies their mothers knew so well were dissipated in the sexual frenzy, replaced by two demanding harridans, spitting obscenities like common whores.

"Fuck my asshole!"

"Cum for me!"

"Fuck my cunt!"

"Cum for me!"

"Fuck!"

"Cum!"

"FFFFUUUUCCCKKKKK!!" Alison wailed as she came hard.

"Oh my God, yes!" Elaine gasped. "Fuck yes!" She gasped again as another hot gush of cum rained down. Her own orgasm detonating empathically to see and feel her lover cum so hard.

"FuckFuckFuck." Alison whispered, shuddering as the aftershocks shook her body, subsiding as she sank down to lay her head comfortably on Eli's soft, wet pussy. It seemed to be talking to her! Confused, she opened her eyes and giggled at the phone sticking oddly from the hairy slit, removing it slowly, sensuously stroking it back and forth until she pulled it free with a glutinous squelch.

Their caller was still there, moaning softly. "Did you like that?" She asked. The moans rose in pitch but no further reply was offered. "I'm sure you did, she tastes so good doesn't she?" She said pertly, licking juice from the receiver.

"You're a kinky cow." Elaine commented, lightly stroking her clit.

"You can talk." Alison retorted, shaking the phone at her.

"It's good to talk!" Elaine grinned.

"It's better to fuck!"

Elaine took a swig of wine, sighed contentedly and passed the bottle over, unable to disagree with that.

"Is there any more?" Alison said after polishing off the remainder with a flourish. 

"There's more in the kitchen."

"I can't be bothered to walk all that way. Besides, i've got a better idea." Alison said, rubbing the bottle-neck over her nipples.

"You can't be serious!" Elaine exclaimed, sitting up.

"Just watch me." Alison replied with a devilish smile, stroking the bottle down to part the lips of her glistening pussy.

Elaine did just that, goggle-eyed at the sight of her juicy cunt sliding onto the bottle neck, behind her the scene was even hotter as two women ate each other out while the third pushed the strap-on between her upturned buttocks and, to complete this virtual orgy, the phone began to buzz as a vibrator was turned on in the background.

'Wine, women and a dong.' Elaine thought, becoming more than a little drunk on the alcohol and sex. She reached for the remote and turned the sound up, flooding the room with the sounds of sex, harsh panting cries of pleasure mingled with the wet slap of flesh-on-flesh.

"What the hell...?" Alison cried in alarm, having completely forgotten about the video.

"It's the film you silly bugger." Elaine smiled fondly at her. "Two of them are in a 69 and the one on top is getting royally screwed by the third with that strap-on.

"God that's hot!" She groaned, sliding deeper onto the smooth glass, vowing to herself she would get that glass dildo from the website where she'd got the video. "How's our friend doing?" She asked, nodding at the phone.

Elaine picked it up and listened. "The dirty bitch has a vibe on the job now." She said, her memory jogged by the noise. "Turn around Ali." She suggested, feeling behind a cushion.




Random Connections Ch. 05



"Why?"

"Because you got to see what's happening now."

Alison shuffled around, keeping the bottle pinned between her legs. "Oh yes!" She breathed, watching the screen. "Are you going to do me like that sometime babe?"

"You'll see." Elaine said tartly, pulling a slender tube of plastic from its hiding place. She'd found her mother's vibrator, after much searching, and had decided to borrow it to surprise Ali. "Now get on your knees for me." She purred, moving stealthily behind her.

Alison did so, grunting with the effort as it forced the bottle deeper.

"That's good." Elaine said squatting behind her, running the vibe between her plump thighs. "Get on all fours for me now."

Again, Alison complied, whimpering in anticipation. "Fuck me gently." She begged, anxiously glancing over her shoulder.

"Don't you trust me?" Elaine asked, patting her buttocks gently.

"Of course." She replied. Alison couldn't love her so much without trusting her implicitly.

"You don't sound very sure." Elaine teased, lightly slapping her cheeks.

"I am, I am!"

"Who's ass is this?" She demanded, smacking it firmly.

Alison loved the way she said that instead of arse, so much sexier. "It's all yours darling." She sighed, wriggling it for her lovers benefit, arching her back to offer herself.

"That's right babe, it's all mine." Elaine gloated, digging the nails of one hand into Ali's soft flesh while the other slid the vibe briefly inside her slick cunt, ran it through her thick bush before tickling her nipples on its way into her mouth. She sucked on it thoughtfully while stroking Ali's ass, caressing them lovingly in turn with both hands, pressing her thumb gently onto her puckered hole while taking hold of the bottle to ease it further inside until her cunt bulged around the neck of the bottle. The sight made her clit itch for attention but she resisted the urge to scratch it, contenting herself by squeezing her thighs together as she leaned forward, pushing the bottle in and out slowly, bringing the tip of the vibe closer to her juicy asshole. Her breasts swung over her ass and she decided to tease her a little more, rubbing the tips of her nipples along Ali's crack, pressing one into her horny little hole. The sensation made her even hotter, drooling on the vibe she leaned in closer, closer, her tits swinging free to slap Ali's thighs as it dripped on her asshole. Alison gasped in surprise as it unerringly split her ring, penetrating easily. She whooped with pleasure as Eli's lips smacked onto her flesh, a quick twist of her mouth bringing the toy to life, buzzing merrily inside her wriggling ass. "Oh my God!" She wailed, spreading her arms wide across the floor in supplication. "OhGod-OhGod-OhGod!" The sensation filling her body was beyond compare with anything she'd previously experienced, bringing such pleasure as to be almost unbearable. Elaine bowed down, slowly stuffing the vibe inside Ali's tight hole, feeling her teeth rattle as she held onto it tightly, both hands holding the bottle deep to collect the juices from Ali's sweet cunt, gradually increasing the speed and depth of penetration in both holes until her jaw ached. She took one hand from the bottle and held the vibe in place as she rested a moment, savouring the intoxicating aroma of lust pervading the room.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Alison squealed, drumming her feet on the floor as a toe curling rush of excitement ignited every neuron in her sex crazed mind. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" She pounded the floor with her fists, beating the rhythm of her hearts desire for love.

Elaine smiled and twisted the vibe, increasing the speed incrementally, plunging it into her ass. She glanced at the screen, blowing a kiss at the entwined bodies quivering in bliss, wishing her clit was as big as the strap-on so she could fuck Ali properly herself. The thought made her own lust flow hotter. She rubbed her thighs together harder, appearing to do a little dance of celebration at making her lover feel so good, bowing down once more to hold the vibe steady with her teeth, using her free hand to reach under and rub Ali's horny clit.

"FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!" Alison screamed, absorbing herself into a mind bubbling orgasm as she felt Eli's fingers rolling her clit into a ball of fire that exploded with a hot burst into the bottle.

"FFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK MMMEEEEEE!" She screamed again as she came with a bang, shaking her to the core as a thick stream of cum poured, literally, from her cunt, anointing them with love juices. Her body collapsed into a twitching heap of flesh on the floor in the intensity, pulling the vibe free from her ass. The bottle popped loose under the pressure and Elaine gasped in wonder at the immense squirt of cum splashing over her tits, then cursed as it rained all over the floor between her legs. Swiftly she clamped her mouth onto the wellspring of hot juices, burying her face into the crack of her ass, still frigging her clit as she came.

'Now i know why the French call it: La petit mort'. Alison thought as she passed out in an excess of ecstasy.

Elaine lifted her head as the immense flow subsided, looked at Ali and smiled. Then she saw the mess, frowned, stood up shakily and made her way into the kitchen for a clean cloth. Her stomach growled as though sensing the proximity of food and she opened the fridge door, shivering slightly as the cold air washed over her hot skin. A leg of chicken, leftover from Sunday lunch, was a quick way to quell the hunger pangs and the cucumber gave her another idea. She took both, picked up a cloth from the draining board and made her way back, whistling happily between her teeth. Her tune soon changed at seeing who had joined their little party.

Elaine's mother stared speechlessly at the scene of iniquity on her living room floor and on the TV, shaking her head slowly. "What...?" She began to say and stopped, unable to take it all in at once.

"Hey mom you're home early!" Elaine said breezing into the room as she decided to brazen her way out of this.

The look on her mothers face told her it wasn't going to be easy.