22 comments/ 137598 views/ 8 favorites Computer Games By: mpqm1968 Mandy Wilson sat in the passenger seat as her mother Carol followed the Pickfords lorry out of London. "Oh for heaven's sake cheer up," exhaled Carol. "We're going and that's all there is to it." The words merely made her daughter slouch lower in the seat and fold her arms ever more tightly across her chest. "You're worse than a little kid sometimes," added Carol. Mandy replied with a snarl. The reason for Mandy's disquiet had been set in motion six months ago when her mother announced to her only child that boyfriend Alan had asked her to move in with him – in Devon, some 250 miles away. "Mum, you can't leave me here on my own," Mandy had protested. Carol's hesitation spoke volumes. "Um, look honey, I've put the house on the market," the older woman replied. "When it's sold either you can come with me or you can find a flat to rent locally. You are eighteen, after all Mandy." Mandy's face dropped. Find a flat to rent? Fend for herself? She'd barely lifted a finger around the house in her time. This was all too much to take. She cried for days, whilst plotting an alternative to moving to Devon. It never came to fruition and it was inevitable therefore that when Carol eventually moved, Mandy would go with her. With her friends all that distance away it felt like eighteen years had just been wiped off. She'd sobbed her heart out for hours on end and this had to be the worst day of her life. "All that sea air will do you the world of good," mused Carol from the driver's seat, eliciting a darker scowl from her grumpy daughter. Quite frankly, she'd heard them all before – a hundred times over. "You'll soon make new friends." "In six months time you'll forget you ever lived in this horrible city." "You don't know till you've tried it." Her mother had the monopoly on clichés. All Mandy could think of was how much she'd miss her friends, the local lads, the trendy nightclubs and boutiques and a way of life she'd gotten accustomed to. "You're so damned selfish, mother," she mumbled under her breath. "Oh I'm the selfish one, am I? Blah, blah, blah..." Quickly Mandy turned off. She'd heard enough. She hated the woman for doing this. Six months maximum and Mandy was coming back to London, to live on the streets if need be. That'd teach the selfish cow. Carol had heard those kinds of retorts too, a hundred times over. "If you spoil this for me, Mandy, I'll never forgive you." Why oh why hadn't her mother found some nice local guy after dad died? Although it was the same country it felt like the other side of the world and it might as well be. "Alan says Toby has a computer. I'm sure he won't mind you keeping in touch with your friends." Mandy issued a scowl. MSN was as pale an imitation of the real thing as Mandy's complexion. Best described as a goth, she was raven haired and pallid of face, a sun dodger. She wore a ring through her nose, a stud in her chin and had a tattoo of an eagle on her shoulder blade and a dagger close to her appendix. Despite everything, Mandy was a pretty girl, with high cheekbones, hazel eyes full of expression and a wonderful little heart-shaped mouth. In another life she could easily have been a model. Blessed with a sizeable bosom, it was made to look even fuller on a slender figure. Her bum was peachy and nutcracker tight, not that she wore the sort of clothes to show it off, her outfit of choice uniformly black like the robes of a high priestess or jeans and a Foo Fighters' t-shirt. "I'm sure you and Toby will get along fine," added Carol, eliciting a curl of the lip. Alan's son Toby was twenty-one, a high achiever at university who Mandy had come to despise with a passion. Every time she and her mother got into a row, which was often in the current climate, Toby's successes and her failures were thrown back in her face. It wasn't her fault she'd not been able to settle in a job. All employers were prejudiced. She'd met Toby just the once, at a Christmas get together. She went into it hoping to hate him and was not to be disappointed. He was arrogant, snobby, opinionated and self-centered. Worse, he actually tried to be nice to her. To Mandy it sounded like he was talking down. Clean cut, clean shaven and clean mouthed, he was all the things Mandy despised. Being aturally blond and a techno-geek made her hate him even more. They were not so much from different circles as different stratospheres. * * * The convoy's arrival in Devon was greeted by Alan, a kiss for Carol and a nod of the head for Mandy. She knew he had no time for her. That was perhaps the one redeeming factor of the upheaval. And she planned to get a whole lot worse till he snapped. Maybe then her mother would see him for what he was: an arrogant millionaire. Mandy screwed up her nose. Why did wealth come to those who deserved it least? Mandy lugged her bits and pieces up to her new room and buried herself away like a tortoise in hibernation. An hour in and already she hated the place. * * * Yet surprise, surprise, the first week in Devon wasn't too unbearable. Alan seemed to be making an extra effort to be civil and her mother had somehow miraculously refrained from asking if she was enjoying it here or any other maternal cliché for that matter. It helped that the rest of the time she and Alan were fucking each others' brains out and thus leaving Mandy to her own devices. Venturing from the sanctuary of the bedroom, Mandy wandered through the patio doors and into the garden, instantly disgusted to find her mother on her knees administering a blowjob. Alan was ruffling her hair and groaning and the whole thing looked sordid. But instead of turning on her heels she found herself rooted to the spot, strangely captivated. Almost subconsciously the teenager's hands magnetised inside the jeans and to her wet and throbbing pussy which she proceeded to rub with relish. It dawned on Mandy, as she masturbated guiltily, that if it had been two months for her mother it was at least double that for her, since that bastard Duncan had dumped her. Try as she might - and there was no more a turn-off than watching one's own mother suck her boyfriend's dick - Mandy couldn't look away. Nor could she exorcise the craving for cock for cock of her own. Precious little chance in this godforsaken backwater, she thought. The girl almost jumped out of her skin as a voice behind issued a hearty greeting. Quickly unplugging her fingers, conscious of the stench of pussy on the air, Mandy pursed her lips in greeting to Toby. "How are you finding things down here?" he said in the plummy accent she despised, slinging the well laden carry bag off his shoulder. She'd forgotten he was back from university for the summer, annoying that her peace and quiet was probably now going to be shattered. Doubtless he'd try to win her favour with bike rides and barbecues, and generally being nice until he realised he was wasting his time. As Toby edged closer he seemed to sniff at the air, causing Mandy to blush most profusely. She could smell her fingers, coated in her cunt honey. "Oh they're not are they?" Toby observed, casting an eye into the garden. Mandy couldn't help but smile, the state of semi-arousal unnerving. At the same time, being virtually caught masturbating was intensely thrilling. Toby headed upstairs with a grin. Five minutes later the shower was in full flow and Mandy was stretched out on her bed in the adjacent room. For some reason her mind was beset with images of Toby and her together, the pair in the shower, his octopus hands soaping her expansive breasts, her back pressed into his strong chest. She could feel his cock as it dug at her pussy, nudging itself inside. No, no, no, her brain argued. Yes, yes, yes, her pussy argued back. Moments later Mandy experienced the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced through digital stimulation alone. God that felt good and God did she need cock. Early evening arrived and Carol and Alan announced they were going into town to eat, leaving Mandy and Toby to fend for themselves. After an hour alone in front of the TV, a quiet break caused Mandy's attention to focus upstairs. She was sure she could hear Toby talking and laughing. Yet he was alone up there. Creeping upstairs, careful to avoid the creaky steps, Mandy came to hover at his door. "Yeah, yeah mate I know," she heard him say. Easing the door open a crack, she craned around to see. Toby was sat looking at his pc, a big smile on his face. Mandy could make out a face on the screen, a male one unless she was very much mistaken. My God, he's gay, was her first thought. "Yeah, I can't wait," said Toby who seemed to be addressing the person on the screen. "Hey man, me neither," came the reply, the accent foreign, Latin American perhaps. As Mandy focussed she could see a coffee complexioned male of roughly the same age as Toby on the screen. He was naked from the waist up, with chiselled features and a mop of Sideshow Bob hair. Curious, Mandy pushed the door open a little further, betrayed by a telltale creak. Before she could hotfoot it away, Toby turned around with a questioning eye. Mandy had no option other than to manufacture a lie. "Um, hi Toby...I was, um, I was wondering if I might use your computer when you've finished. Mum keeps hassling me to find a job." Toby smiled. "Sure, I won't be long." "Hey man who's the chick?" enquired the face on the screen. Toby gestured her over and Mandy ambled in self-consciously. "Raph, meet Mandy. Mandy, this is my mate Raphael. He's from Brazil." "Um, hi Raphael," Mandy replied to the screen. "Hi sexy lady," came the response, causing Mandy to blush. She ran an appreciative eye over the pleasantly muscled and tanned Brazilian. Raphael appeared to do the same and Mandy felt a gorgeous little tingle deep in her loins. It seemed ages since a boy had done that. "Look, I've got to go," said Toby to his friend. "Awww, okay man," replied Raphael. "Hey Mandy do you have time to speak to a lonely guy?" Toby smiled, standing to allow her to take precedence at the screen. "Hi," she said, sitting down. "I'll leave you to it," Toby whispered. An hour later Mandy was still chatting, captivated by the onscreen Adonis. Naturally the conversation had taken a turn for the more intimate and tattoos had been exchanged, Mandy revealing the pair on her upper back and waist, Raphael the tiger that adorned his back and the raven on his upper thigh. That meant shifting his shorts a little, a hint of cock unveiled, just very the top of the shaft. However, Mandy could see it was thick and her eyes followed all the way down inside his shorts. Oh God yes it was big, big and meaty. Mandy couldn't help but get turned on. What a shame he was on the other side of the earth. "Is there anything else you'd like to show me?" she giggled unashamedly, forgetting herself. Raphael seemed to know exactly what she meant, exhibiting a huge grin. "Only if you show me yours, pretty lady," he teased. Mandy hadn't noticed Toby move up to the door, just as the conversation turned blue. He watched as she flirted with his friend, nursing a huge erection. When she smiled Mandy was hot. He hadn't noticed it before. The mirror on the wardrobe framed Mandy's body, allowing the perfect all round view. "What do you mean?" she asked coyly. Raphael raised his eyebrows. "Show me your titties." At the door, Toby caught his breath. Surely she wouldn't, would she? With a chuckle, Mandy reached down and lifted the t-shirt up her ribcage. With a heave it exposed her bra-clad bosom. It was an awesome cleavage, the weighty mammaries bouncing seductively inside a lacy cream coloured cage. "Oh baby," cooed the breathless Brazilian. "Squeeze them for me." Toby watched mouth agape as Mandy's face in the mirror took on a ponderous expression. There was no way she'd do that, was there? "You mean like this?" she mouthed, pressing the sides and wiggling seductively. They very nearly spilled from the overwrought bra, jiggling like blancmanges. The nipples had inflated to press at the lacy front and looked like they too craved to escape. Toby could barely believe his eyes. In response, Raphael tugged down his shorts to reveal a semi-hardness that made Mandy lick her lips. "Stroke it for me, Raph," she heard herself saying. Raphael reached for his cock – and he wasn't the only one. Stood in the shadow of the door, Toby had his eyes glued to Mandy's melons and the overwhelming urge for stimulation. "Take your bra off," Raphael commanded from the screen. Compliantly Mandy obeyed, her lovely big breasts spilling out. For tits so big there was precious little sag. They looked so soft and malleable and it was all Toby could do not to barge in and ravish her. At the same time she hoisted clear her t-shirt to sit topless in front of the computer screen, her breath racing. As Raphael teased his manhood it began to crank up until she could see the underside. His gaze locked upon her quivering breasts Raphael began to play with himself for Mandy's delectation. Her eyes bulged as it grew and grew...and grew! It must have reached ten inches before finally it stopped expanding. Mandy licked her lips as she rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She wanted a cock like that inside her. Toby looked down at his own six inches, feeling a little overshadowed, but horny as hell. "Oh baby, you're so hot," growled the excited Brazilian. "So are you," Mandy responded throatily, the overriding urge to touch herself too hard to bear. And that was without coaxing from the man on the screen whose eyes were slits as his fist blurred. In the doorway, Toby could hardly believe what he was witnessing. He needed to run to the toilet to gather up a large swab of loo roll for the explosion that was about to take place. Watching and wanking as Mandy unzipped her jeans and placed a hand inside, he thought this must be some delicious dream. Modesty dictated that she didn't go the whole way, which was okay, the promise of what was to come more than enough for now. Her knuckles vibrated as her fingers plunged in and out, her breath staccato. As Raphael cried out and shot his load all over the screen, Mandy worked her clit into a frenzy. The resultant orgasm was earth shattering, easily surpassing the earlier one and she passed out for a brief moment. At the same time, the front door downstairs heaved open and she heard the words: "Hi kids, we're home." As Toby scuttled off unseen to the bathroom, Mandy wrestled on her clothes and issued a breathless farewell to the man on the screen. Raphael blew her a kiss and was gone, the screen going dark. * * * That night Mandy lay in bed reliving every precious moment. A third orgasm ranked up there with the best and she slept snugly thereafter. Perhaps life in Devon wasn't going to be so quite so bad after all. * Thank you for reading. This is intended as a pilot for what could become a short series, if interest is sufficient. Your comments, suggestions and even encouragement are most welcome. Computer Games Ch. 02 By popular demand, here is chapter 2... * Mandy Wilson's first fortnight in her new Devon home hadn't been quite as terrible as she'd envisaged, mainly on account of discovering the hidden wonders of stepbrother-to-be Toby's pc. Complete with webcam and mic, it had become something of a regular distraction for the pale girl of gothic demeanour and the most gorgeously round firm tits imaginable. Already this week the cock-starved teenager had unreservedly exposed herself to several complete strangers. It conferred such a buzz on the needy girl to help compensate for an otherwise mundane life. Just that morning she'd enjoyed a bout of mutual masturbation whilst watching and being watched by John, a 45-year old schoolteacher. That he was so much older and not especially attractive seemed to matter not to Mandy as she undertook a frenzied quest to discover her true sexual self. She had hoped that Raphael might hook up again from Brazil but thus far had been disappointed. Not that she was without other potential suitors, but John just happened to be in the right place at the right time. One word of caution, however, already Mandy had realised the need for greater discretion. For she was convinced Toby might have guessed her naughty little secret. Thankfully, he liked to go out a lot to meet his mates, allowing Mandy ample time to get her kicks, but still she had an inkling something was up. In fact she was spot on. Only Toby hadn't just guessed what she did when alone, he'd witnessed it first hand. Not only that, he'd enjoyed it immensely. Watching a girl get off – particularly a hot chick like Mandy – was perhaps the singlemost awesome sexual experience of his life, better even than the rare sex he'd had. So if Mandy had become a voyeur of the highest order, Toby was one step ahead. Though he too required a more subtle approach than hovering awkwardly in the doorway, waiting to be caught either by Mandy or one of their parents. And he had just the thing. Ingeniously the 21-year old student had used his techno know-how to rig up a spy camera above the pc, trained on the chair where Mandy sat and pleasured herself. Each night, when everyone else had gone to bed, he'd inspect the day's events on the DVD player, saving the best bits on a compilation. As the days passed and Mandy became ever more daring, so the collection just got hotter and hotter. The peak came that morning when Mandy began roleplaying the naughty pupil of her online folly, John. It was, quite possibly, the most mindblowing sight Toby had ever bore witness to. Tentative at first, as familiarity blossomed between the pair they started to use filthy words that clearly turned Mandy on. As Toby watched open-mouthed in his darkened room at the screening of the day's events, John told Mandy how he'd love to sit her on his knee during detention and what he'd like to do to her. In turn, Mandy told him to wait a moment and she'd be right back. The break prompted Toby to thumb the fast forward button in heightened anticipation. And he was not to be disappointed. She re-entered the frame dressed in her old school uniform. Two sizes too small, the crisp white blouse hugged the girl's oversized breasts whilst a maroon and green striped tie rested in the cleavage. The pleated grey skirt sat dangerously high up above the knee and was complimented by little white shin socks and flat black shoes. Toby stared at the screen, mouth agape. He could barely believe this had taken place just a few hours back in his own bedroom. The man watching must have been equally blown away for he called her a filthy little schoolgirl slut in hoarse tones. Mandy grinned back and asked in an impish manner what he was going to do about it. John replied that he was going to have to spank her. Mandy giggled coquettishly and flipped around, her back to the screen. Lifting the hem of the tiny skirt, she exposed her ample bum cheeks. She then proceeded to smack herself several times, causing the cheeks to blush ever so slightly. "Oh my," gasped John. "I just have to do that for real." Toby's watching eyes bulged as Mandy gave it some thought before responding: "Mmm, I'd love you to too, John." Toby spluttered his hot chocolate. "Would you, um, would you consider meeting?" John asked. "Mmm yeah," Mandy gushed without hesitation. "You're not far from me, are you?" No way, thought Toby as he witnessed Mandy arrange the date. John was only fifty miles away, over the border in Cornwall. They arranged to meet at a railway station half way that coming weekend. Thereafter, clearly aroused beyond recall, Mandy demonstrated her desire by treating John (and, unbeknown to her, the watching Toby) to a bout of ultra-intense masturbation. She came with such force her bucking body almost ejected from the chair. * * * Whether it arose from a stepbrother-to-be kind of protectiveness or something else, Toby decided that he was going to have to follow Mandy when the weekend arrived. On cue, Mandy announced to the family that she was going out to meet a friend. She had with her a shoulder bag that no doubt held the prized school uniform. Wow, Toby thought, as he acted matter-of-factly, she really was going to go through with it. The idea was totally crazy yet at the same time so thrilling. He found himself rock hard just contemplating. Ensuring to keep a safe distance, he trailed her to the railway station, sitting two seats down, head buried in the newspaper. Twice Mandy got up to go the toilet, passing him, which perhaps spoke for itself. For if Toby was nervous, Mandy must be ten times worse. John was there as planned to meet her at the other end, shepherding the teenaged girl away from the Saturday afternoon throng, amid gushing compliments. He praised her hair and make-up, specially toned down for the occasion and told her how pretty she was in the flesh. Mandy blushed, bringing some much needed colour to those washed-out cheeks. When his eyes fell upon her heaving breasts, John let out a wistful sigh and it was all he could do to keep his hands to himself. "Ooh, look what I've brought along," added Mandy with a lustful grin, holding the bag open beneath his nose to reveal the school uniform. "Oh baby, you remembered. I can't wait to see you in it," John replied with a lecherous leer. Having appraised the man, Toby felt reasonably confident that Mandy was in safe hands. He didn't seem dangerous, quite the opposite in fact, benign and good natured but betrayed by a lust for younger girls. Really Toby ought to be heading back home. Mandy was eighteen and capable of making her own decisions. Yet intrigue made him follow the pair as they walked through town like a father and daughter out on a weekend stroll. Toby's heart was pounding ten to the dozen as he dodged from shadow to shop doorway and behind cars to evade discovery. Mandy would kill him if she found out. Occasionally, as they walked, John's hand would stray to Mandy's backside and he'd give it a little grope, eliciting a giggle. The fifteen minute walk took them to a hotel guest house on the outskirts of town. Following up to the front door, Toby wasn't quite sure what to do next. All of this had been impromptu and off-the-cuff and little time to give it any great thought. One thing was certain though, he craved like nothing else in the world to be there watching it happen. It was an all-consuming urge. But how could he engineer such an occurrence and yet remain hidden? It was Mandy herself that made the impossible possible. "Do you mind if we have a drink first?" she asked, displaying a few more nerves. Perfect, thought Toby, watching from the shadows as the key to room eight was dispensed with the exchange of cash. Toby smiled. A small price to pay, there was no denying John was going to get his money's worth. Mandy looked ravishing, flush with the scent of sex. As they headed to the bar with the duty manager, leaving the coast clear, Toby reached over to avail himself of the spare key to room eight, before slipping unnoticed upstairs. He still hadn't given a plan proper thought, carried along as he was on a tide of enthusiasm and vicarious pleasure. All he knew was that he had to be in on it whatever the consequences. Glancing around the squat room, he secreted in the wardrobe, leaving a small crack through which to view. The foot of the bed was literally beneath his nose. Ten minutes later, the odd couple arrived upstairs. John climbed over onto the bed, resting on his elbows whilst Mandy headed off to the bathroom. Toby's heart was pounding furiously and he was sure it could be heard in there. It fluttered when moments later Mandy emerged, clad in the schoolgirl's outfit. Wow, it looked so much better in the flesh than on a grainy TV screen, a sentiment concurred by John. "Oh you look adorable," he enthused, before quickly lapsing into the character of a stern schoolteacher. "Why are you in detention, Mandy Wilson?" Holding a fingertip to her bottom lip, Mandy pouted: "I've been a naughty little girl, sir." "Yes you have." "So what are you going to do about it?" "What insolence!" he shot back, sitting up, legs hanging over the side of the bed, lap flat. Without needing to be prompted, Mandy moved to position herself across, her bum wiggling, thighs slightly parted. Her pussy was revealed in all its glory, sopping wet and pink, fringed by a scrub of brown pubic hair. Toby enjoyed the perfect view as Mandy rubbed her wet pussy into John's lap. As he looked down with an appreciative eye, John must have thought all his Christmasses and birthdays had come at once. And so did Toby, his breath almost uncontrollable. John raised a hand that hovered at shoulder height whilst continuing to survey Mandy's pleasantly plump rump. "Now, tell me again why you're in detention." "I've been caught chatting to dirty old men on the internet, sir. I've been showing them my cunt and I've played with it." "And what does that make you, Mandy?" "It makes me a filthy little slut, sir." "Mmm, yes it does. And tell me what happens to filthy little sluts." "They get punished, sir" Mandy replied, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. The air brushed over her ever moistening pussy as the strong hand descended. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. Mandy jerked and sucked in air sharply through her teeth, but didn't cry out or try to wriggle free, taking her punishment with impunity. On the third and final smack John held his hand in place, kneading the fleshy arse cheek with a deft touch. "Oh such a gorgeous arse," he mumbled almost incoherently under his breath, intoxicated by desire. From his hiding place, Toby considered he'd done well to resist the urge to touch himself. His cock was rock hard and painful, yearning for relief. This was a dream come true. "Tell me again what you are, Mandy," John repeated, clearly getting off on Mandy's self-deprecation. "I'm a naughty, dirty, filthy little slut. I'm your slut. Do whatever you like to me, sir." Toby very nearly shot his load in his pants. John continued to stroke Mandy's bare arse whilst mumbling to himself, lost to the world. Every so often when he happened to touch a tender part Mandy would whimper lightly. "Please sir, I can't take any more of this punishment," she pleaded unconvincingly. "Get on your knees and start making up for your insolence," he ordered. Mandy scrambled off the comforting lap, kneeling before him like at prayer. John wrestled clear his jeans and briefs, a nice average-looking cock springing forth. "Mmm, it looks so much better in the flesh," Mandy mouthed, issuing a wink, before taking hold of the shaft and giving it a tender stroke. Moments later, tossing back her hair, Mandy's lips were fused onto the head, sucking softly as she rolled it around her velveteen tongue. "Oh God yeah, you're one hot little cocksucker," John enthused, his eyes rolling like a fruit machine. Toby wished it were he out there in John's place, getting his cock sucked. The frustration was almost too much to bear and he wanted nothing more than to burst from the wardrobe and claim Mandy for his own. Yet he knew better. Once Mandy's tongue had licked all over the head, she kissed the thick pulsing shaft from top to bottom before tenderly taking each ball and cradling it in her lips. At the same time, no longer able to maintain control, John reached across and started to paw at her tits. They rippled in his fingers and wobbled like a couple of jellies. He continued to squeeze as Mandy made a valiant effort to swallow his cock. "Oh, that's it you filthy little whore," John groaned, moulding away firmly. Such was the pressure on those soft mounds that they threatened to pop out of a blouse that was already fit to burst. Adjusting position as Mandy sucked furiously, his fingers popped open the buttons, letting Mandy's tits force their way out of captivity. She had chosen the laciest lightweight bra, one that barely gave any level of support. As a consequence, the large orbs jiggled up and down and from side to side as she sucked with relish. John kneaded firmly until he'd worked them free of the cups, nipples pointing up, big and brown. Edging closer on her knees, Mandy pressed those gorgeous boobs together as she let the cock slide out of her mouth.It was all coated in her spittle and stood up like a flagpole. Shaking her shoulders she clamped John's shaft snugly in the fleshy ravine. From his vantage point, Toby was amazed he didn't come there and then. John was so lucky to be getting a titwank. Slowly Mandy moved up and down, allowing the hard tool to slide through the avenue of mammary. Indeed it was soon all too much for the middle-aged man who gasped: "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum." Mandy issued a smug look of self-satisfaction, increasing the friction until he exploded all over her neck and chin. Rivulets of cum trickled down to her tits. Pulling away, John squeezed out the excess on Mandy's nipples like a chef spreading icing. Dipping in a finger, Mandy tasted the joyous bounty as John flopped back on the bed, breath racing, chest pumping. Little time for respite, however, Mandy's cunt was itching and needed to be scratched immediately. "I need a shower," she observed. "Join me." John blew hard, his brow glazed in sweat. "I'll let you soap my titties," she added with a salacious grin. In spite of everything, the middle-aged man rose wearily from the bed, following Mandy through to the bathroom. There was another person in the room as well that needed a good wash. Having been unable to control himself, in the wardrobe Toby had spunk dripping from his fingers. As the shower grinded into action he went to make good his escape, stopping briefly to wipe the dewy hand on Mandy's discarded school blouse. It was then that Toby noticed the bathroom door had been left slightly ajar, enough through which to see right into the transparent shower. Oh fuck, Mandy had made good on her promise, letting John's hands paw her huge tits from behind, working up a lather. At the same time, Mandy was rubbing her own pussy furiously, face masked with wanton lust. Try as he might – and he really should be getting off whilst the coast was clear – Toby was physically unable to drag himself away. With John's cock out of commission for some time to come, Mandy sought pleasure from his tongue, their roles reversed, the teacher on his knees in front of her. Toby glanced down to see his own young cock stirring once more, torn between feelings of youthful pride and inconvenience, of heading away safely and of missing the rest of the show. He stayed, eyes glued to John's face, itself glued to Mandy's cunt lips. Mandy gripped his hair tightly as her tits swung like pendulums. She was gasping for breath, face contorted. She seemed to want his whole head to disappear up inside her. Panting, her nails left their mark in the poor man's scalp. The orgasm prompted an exhalation as shrill as a banshee wail, surely not failing to alert every single guest in the hotel. Mandy kept his head in place until every last tingle had faded, drenching his lips and nose. As the flow of water ground to a halt, Toby decided it really was time to get out whilst the going was good. Though the decision was tinged with regret and reproach, for it was five more hours before Mandy returned home, suggesting that he'd missed a fuckfest. Lucky, lucky old John. Doubtless she'd fucked the guy senseless for the rest of the afternoon – and into the early evening. Unsurprisingly she didn't want to use the pc that night, which was a first, as a result of which there was no footage to add to Toby's compilation. Although there were the images from the hotel bedroom that were now indelibly etched on his brain. Toby didn't dare imagine where the adventure was heading next. * If sufficient interest exists, more chapters will follow. Please keep the feedback coming, it spurs me on and thanks to those providing encouragement and nice marks, and those that criticise positively. It's all good. Mark. Computer Games Ch. 03 With a month having elapsed, curled up in bed with the sun streaming in, pallid teenager and ex-pat Londoner Mandy Wilson reflected on her time in Devon. Whilst admittedly things had worked out better than she ever could have imagined, she nonetheless missed the buzz of the capital, her friends and the local lads. Oh how she missed the local lads. For other than the steamy liaison with middle-aged schoolteacher John a fortnight ago, a little snatched fun online was all she'd had to savour since. For a hot 18-year old nymphomaniac with raging hormones it simply wasn't enough, the craving for a repeat having grown ever more burdensome by the day. She wondered briefly whether 21-year old stepbrother-to-be Toby might make a good fuck. Having hated him with a passion at first, it was only as familiarity had set in that she'd grown to despise him less. Handsome in a quirky sort of way, Mandy was in two minds. Though she couldn't help thinking he lacked a certain something: experience for one, the teenager's lust for older men having risen to the fore since John. Turning over to dodge an errant sunbeam, she agonised between rising and lying in a little longer Her mother's warning from the night before reverberated in her head: get a job soon or I'll send you to work with Alan. Mandy scowled beneath the sheets. The prospect of filing and making tea all day was her worst nightmare. Never close, she'd really come to loathe her sanctimonious mother who'd managed to find a job in a doctor's surgery reception within days of arriving down south. Mandy had still to fill in an application form. Through the haze of half-sleep, the red digits of the alarm clock read 10.30. The adults would undoubtedly be at work by now, whilst Toby would presumably be out and about, making the most of the summer holiday before his return to university. Dragging up her weary bones, under the assumption she was alone Mandy ambled to the bathroom in just the pink panties she'd slept in. As she turned out of the bedroom and padded barefoot down the landing, the bathroom door suddenly eased open, causing her jaw to drop. Shit, she was not alone after all. Could it be that Toby was home? A cocktail of revulsion, embarrassment and excitement filled her. Her huge tits began to jiggle uncontrollably and, unable to retreat in time, instinctively she shielded them with hands that barely covered half of the well proportioned orbs. Instead of Toby, however, it was his father, her mother's lover Alan that emerged from the bathroom. Mandy wasn't sure whether that was a good or a bad thing. He pulled up sharply, confronted by the topless sleep-sapped teenaged girl. Both uttered embarrassed apologies before Mandy brushed by, locking the door firmly behind. Her heart was pounding like a snare. After a cooling shower, she emerged, careful to ensure the towel was wrapped tightly around her midriff. Electing to let the long wayward straggles of dyed black hair dry naturally, without thought she climbed into a PVC miniskirt and the tightest t-shirt in the wardrobe. No bra or panties were required on what was a blazing hot summer's day. Already her pussy was basted in sweat and the first dewy hints of arousal. Alan, it seemed, had escaped to the garden, the sound of a lawnmower humming lazily down below. Mandy edged up to Toby's bedroom window, watching as her mother's blond lover paused momentarily to wipe a thick forearm across a glazed brow. Sweat patches spread from each underarm and he radiated a masculinity that, up to that point, Mandy hadn't fully appreciated. Quivering, she felt an unmistakeable tingle in her loins. Settling down at Toby's pc she logged on for the day, strumming idly at her pussy in anticipation of some hot action to come. Before even the connection had been established, her fingers were squelching in her juices and she had to halt in order to stem the first orgasm of the day. Sadly that was as good as it got. An hour later she found herself sighing in frustration: they really were a dire bunch on the site today, none capable of stirring her passions, let alone make her cum. Perhaps someone among her MSN contacts might help. Regrettably all the men must have been at work and there was only one of her female friends, Lindsay, online. A college girl, it stood to reason she'd be online mid morning. Reluctantly unplugging her fingers from her pussy, Mandy messaged her friend on the off-chance there might be some juicy gossip of home. At the same time she opened a second window on the pc, desperately searching for a porn site that might help to satiate her real need. Hearing the lawnmower buzz in the garden like a faraway dream, she visualised the man behind it, almost subconsciously locating a site that specialised in pictures of older men with younger women. Relaxing, she started to play once more, fingers dancing at her cunt entrance. Oh that felt good, and she moaned hoarsely as the eager digits plunged in and out, back and forth and then circled her clit teasingly. Suddenly Mandy was jolted back to reality by the flashing orange of Lindsay's message: 'Hi babes, how you been? How's Devon?' the words read. Mandy continued to toy idly at her pussy, safe in the knowledge that Lindsay possessed neither a webcam nor mic. Five minutes of small 'talk' later, during which Mandy flicked from the MSN screen to the porn site and back, the conversation turned with Lindsay enquiring: 'So, met any nice Devon men yet? Or even better, any naughty ones?' Mandy's typing fingers engaged before her brain: 'Well there was this one...' Quickly she bit her tongue, remembering that Lindsay was strait-laced and rather easily shocked. But it was too late now to retract the statement. Doubtless Lindsay's life was as mundane for she craved the details. 'Ooh, do tell, Mandy.' Mandy became re-aroused just thinking about it, recalling every gory detail of her liaison with the mature schoolteacher, her lines of text punctuated by 'wows' and 'omg's' from Lindsay. At some stage, Mandy's right hand slipped back almost subconsciously from the keyboard, leaving the left to type alone. Lifting off the t-shirt and bunching up the PVC skirt until it was high around her waist, she stretched out on the chair, heels on the floor, breasts pressed upward and jiggling gently in mid air. Deftly she teased her cunt lips then pinched her nipples with the goo-laden fingers whilst relaying the tale to her friend. The highlight, she disclosed, was the third time they fucked. Almost worn out to the point of exhaustion and a broken man, John laid back as she straddled him. She rode his hard cock like a cowgirl, rubbing her massive tits and nipples in his face and very nearly suffocating the poor guy. She bounced hard and made sure to milk every last drop of seed, leaving him spent. Perhaps that was why she'd heard nothing from him since. 'Oh Jeez,' Lindsay's message read, adding: 'You've made me so wet.' Mandy gasped at her friend's surprising candidness. 'Me too,' she concurred, adding a smiley with its tongue out. There was a short pause before Lindsay came back. 'Yeah, so I see.' Mandy's mouth fell open. She had the re-read the line. Lindsay could what? Lindsay could see? Oh gosh, she'd forgotten that the webcam was still on. Inadvertently she'd been masturbating in front of her friend for a full five minutes. 'But you don't have a webcam.' 'I don't need one,' Lindsay typed back. No she didn't, Mandy remembered, all too late. What on earth did Lindsay think of her? Composing herself and trying to play down the situation, Mandy typed: 'Oh that's just plain unfair. You can see me but I can't see you.' She added a sad faced smiley, another pause whilst Lindsay digested the words, took stock of where the conversation was heading and chose her response with care. 'Why, would you like to see ME naked as well then, Mandy?' Mandy's eyes bulged. This was not the Lindsay she'd left behind. Maybe it was the stifling heat. In turn, she gave the question some thought, some thought indeed. Yet upon reflection the answer was a resounding yes. Not that such a thing had crossed her mind ever before, but Lindsay was a magnet for attention, the cutest and prettiest of their small but select group. Barely five feet tall she was pencil thin with lovely squeezable b-cup boobs, soft spiky black hair and big expressive hazel eyes. 'Well?' Lindsay prompted. 'Yes I guess I would,' Mandy typed back gingerly, her heart ruling her head. Lindsay typed: 'Mmmmmmm.' The message on screen asked if Mandy would like to accept or decline the photo invitation. Without hesitation Mandy clicked on 'accept'. A few moments later she stared back at a full length picture of her friend. It was like nothing she'd seen of Lindsay before. Stark naked, the other girl held her plump pussy lips open with one hand, a huge black dildo threatening to split it right up the centre. Head tossed back, her breasts were like two ripe apples on her chest. 'Oh wow!' Mandy typed back, tingling like never before. 'It's a real shame you don't have your own cam.' 'I know,' answered Lindsay, adding a sad smiley. 'You must get one – quick,' responded Mandy, thumb and forefinger lowering to roll her clit. 'Maybe I will, or better still I've a week's holiday coming up. I remember loving Devon as a kid.' Mandy's heart fluttered. 'Oh yes Lindsay, you must come visit, you must.' It was all too much for Mandy who unselfishly treated her friend to a frenzied bout of masturbation, whilst picturing what Lindsay was doing, using the still photo as a template. That threw Mandy over the edge and as her fingers exited with a squelch, cum visibly sprayed forth in a fine scent. After both girls had regained their breaths, Lindsay signed off: 'Oh honey, I've never cum so hard before. See you soon, real soon xx.' Mandy could hardly wait. * * * After a short session of shuteye in her own bed, Mandy found herself drawn back to the window of Toby's bedroom, surveying his father working hard in the garden. Shirtless now, Alan displayed a trim body, evidently worked on extensively at the gym. His chest was covered in a light wispy straw coloured hair. Mandy watched as he bent down to pick up some twigs, bum cheeks tightening in the shorts. Her front teeth dug the bottom lip and her pussy itched. Alan looked up unexpectedly and their eyes met. Little did he know that, out-of-sight of his gaze, Mandy had busily begun pleasuring herself. Her fingers stroked and rubbed, eliciting breathless little gasps. She could barely wait for Lindsay to come visiting, but until that time, needs must. And her needs were great. Her lips upturned into a little smile and, when Alan smiled back, the second orgasm of the day engulfed her body. * * * After a short recess during which Mandy poured a glass of lemonade, checked the TV listings and frowned at the growing pile of ironing, she returned to the pc in Toby's bedroom upon which the pictures of older men with younger women remained displayed. Quickly she lapsed back into masturbation mode, craving a third orgasm when a sudden knock at the bedroom door caused her to catch a startled breath. "Just one sec," she stammered, tugging down the skirt and wiping juice laden fingers on the conveniently placed towel whilst fanning the air furiously. Flustered beyond belief, her pale complexion blushed like a beetroot and an onlooker could be mistaken for believing that she and not Alan had been working hard in the garden for the past few hours. "Alan, hi," she stammered after releasing the lock on the door. He stood there, earthy, manly and drenched in sweat. Mandy sniffed furtively at the air in Toby's bedroom. There was an unmistakable stench of pussy in the atmosphere, clinging to it like an overbearing perfume and strong enough even to overpower the odour pouring from Alan's body. Her stepfather-to-be wheeled up a chair and sat down in front of the screen as Mandy desperately scrambled ahead to clear the screen. Lindsay's incredible naked picture seemed to take forever to disappear, yet its replacement was even more damning: the images of the older men with younger girls in various positions. "I was, um, just looking at the jobs," she blustered, hoping Alan hadn't seen. If he had he kept it to himself. "I was hoping you might help me," he stated, a shifty look aside at the tight t-shirt that exhibited her curves beautifully and the PVC skirt that left little to the imagination. Feeling the weight of the stare, Mandy swallowed hard. "I want to book a surprise holiday for your mother and me but I'm a bit of a dinosaur when it comes to these things. Have you any idea how to do it online?" Mandy breathed a half sigh of relief, pulling the chair in tighter and typing 'travel agents' into Google. In such close proximity, every so often Alan's muscular sweat-moistened bicep would rub hers accidentally and Mandy would experience a deep sensation in her loins. After coaxing him through the procedure, she stood unsteadily. "I'll leave you to it," she said, exhaling hard. "Okay, thanks Mandy." * * * The possibility of further playtime was curtailed by the arrival home of Toby, reclaiming his room after a day's surfing at the beach. Mandy wondered if he'd notice the remnants of pussy perfume. In actual fact he had other things in mind, rescuing the video footage. Quickly it became apparent Mandy's latest plaything was another girl. Toby stroked himself to orgasm watching Mandy do likewise before eagerly searching his computer's memory for the picture of Lindsay. Oh wow was she something else. * * * Carol's arrival home from work predictably brought with it interrogation as to how the phantom job hunting was going. Mandy screwed up her nose, no words needed. It was the catalyst for Carol to launch into a tirade about how sitting around on her bum all day and chatting to her friends wasn't going to find Mandy a job. It went on and on and on, blah, blah, blah. In the end Mandy felt like screaming. You bitch, she thought, when finally allowed some respite from her mother's tongue-lashing. She glanced over at Alan who remained passively on the fringe. You wait, mother. You fucking wait. * * * That evening Mandy joined the two adults at the dinner table, eliciting looks of surprise. Yet there was an ulterior motive, a method to Mandy's madness. She knew her mother attended yoga classes on a Thursday whilst Toby played squash. That habitually left her and Alan alone for the best part of two hours. Before today it hadn't seem to matter. Now though her priorities had shifted. Under the table, Mandy lifted a foot and stroked the toes over Alan's lower leg. At first he thought it must have been accidental or that his girlfriend was getting frisky. Yet when Carol got up to clear the table the footsying continued, eliciting a look of surprise and concern in the middle-aged man. Mandy raised her toes so high she very nearly had her foot in Alan's lap and inches from his manhood. Coquettishly she expanded her chest, nipples big and erect, reaching out over the table. Alan's look turned to sheer horror before he escaped the table with indigestion. * * * First Toby's then Carol's departure left Alan and Mandy alone at last. A blazing hot day that had been crammed full of lurid thoughts and frenzied masturbation, Mandy decided to take another shower first, preparing both mentally and physically for what was ahead. She wasn't proud but then she wasn't ashamed either. What had to be done had to be done, her mother had asked for it with her pointless lecturing. Downstairs the 39-year old man shuffled a little uneasily whilst watching TV when suddenly a piercing scream from upstairs caused him to jump up from the armchair. A second scream swiftly followed and he took to the stairs in leaps and bounds. In her bedroom, Mandy cowered in a corner, swathed in the fluffy white bath towel that ran from neck to knees. Her raven hair was still damp from the shower and she was poised in her best maiden-in-distress pose. Alan hovered in the doorway uneasily. "Mandy, what is it?" Quivering, she gestured to the opposite corner with a shaky finger and contorted features whilst perching on one foot like a flamingo. "What?" he prompted. "A m-m-mouse or a r-r-rat or something – d-d-down there. Eek, g-g-get it out, Alan – pleeeeeease." Alan tightened his lips in a semi-annoyed manner, assessing the situation with uncertainty, before walking across the carpet and climbing dutifully down on his hands and knees. "Are you sure, Mandy?" "Y-y-y-yes," she confirmed, shuffling closer tentatively. "There in the corner." Alan circled on all fours. "Well I can't see..." The words hung in the air as he looked up, jaw dropping. Mandy had moved in close, so close he could see the goose bumps on her soft flesh. Towering above the prone man she had taken on the pose of an Amazonian. His eyes followed from the instep of her cute little foot, over the ankle and up a tapering calf to where the towel hung at the knee. Suddenly the knot at Mandy's breasts unloosened, marked with a melodramatic gasp. Momentarily the towel stayed put, held in place by those large chest mounds, before it cascaded to the floor, pooling at her feet. "Oops," she said with a girlie giggle, standing brazenly naked. All Alan could see as he peered up was the overhanging expanse at the underside of each breast, jiggling animatedly. As he went to clamber to his knees, Mandy took a step closer, her crotch head high. For precious moments Alan was rooted to the spot. Reaching for support in the tufts of hair on his crown, arching her back Mandy rubbed her soft pussy in his face, pleasuring herself wantonly on his nose. "Mandy, no..." came the muted protest. "Eat my dirty little cunt," she commanded, her black talons digging the sun-reddened scalp. Powerless to resist the intoxicating elixir seeping from the teenager's aroused cunt, Alan reached around like an automaton to clamp his hands to each butt cheek, clawing roughly, drawing her closer to his face. Next thing his lips were touching hers. Mandy groaned as the tip of a chameleon-like tongue split the moist pinkness in two. "Oh yesssssss," she enthused. "Oh God yesssssss." Clearly accomplished in the fine art of cunnilingus, Alan's tongue darted into the cleft like a tadpole in a stream, searching for her clit. Lapping furiously, folds of soft pink pussy were rent apart. Mandy groaned, grinding back to meet the heated ministrations, cunt honey slopping like maple syrup on the triangular tongue tip. As he pulled away to catch a breath, their eyes met embarrassedly. Yet the overwhelming sense of lust wasn't going to be denied by anything as trivial as that. As it to make sure, Mandy issued a lusty whimper. Kissing his way up her lower belly, Alan circled his tongue in her navel. Mandy's grip tightened in his hair, threatening to scalp the poor man. Elevating up from the knees, he kissed at her ribcage before honing on each nipple in turn, devouring hungrily whilst pawing the breasts roughly. Mandy screeched as his mouth vacuumed like he was surely trying to suck the hard teats clean off her jiggling breasts. As gravity intervened Mandy felt herself topple back, Alan's weight on top, his erect cock prodding urgently between her legs as they jostled. Their lips met and clapped together, crushing like velvet. Mandy pressed out her tongue, searching for the inner sanctum of his warm mouth, Alan accommodating by opening wide. As tongues lashed, Mandy raised and separated her knees, allowing the probing cock head to nestle at the moist entrance to her pussy. Tearing his lips away, Alan sneered in her face, knowing this was oh-so-wrong, yet powerless to do anything about it. Fingernails scraped his back drawing tramlines, their bodies grinding. Mandy gasped as her pussy lips were stretched apart and primeval lust took control. The bulbous cock head spreading her cunt, Alan prepared to drive the shaft with purpose. A deep breath before angling, he thrust the length of concrete hard tool inside in one easy action. Mandy had barely felt fuller. He held still, savouring the feel within the tight young cunt walls, at the same time allowing Mandy to appreciate completely the meaty tool pulsing inside her. Computer Games Ch. 03 Then, without warning, he lifted, a look of pure evil before slamming furiously, buttocks working up and down in a piston motion. Mandy continued to scrape at his shoulders, drawing blood and marking him as HER man, breathless underneath his fit middle-aged body. Their eyes met once more, his agonising the situation. For a nanosecond Mandy felt almost sorry for what she was doing yet, consumed by lust and revenge, she spread her thighs farther apart, craving the nudge of blunt cock head on her cervix. Alan held her tighter at the shoulder blades, the girl's huge tits squashed almost flat to his strong chest. He banged away furiously, drawing moan after moan from the vengeful little slut. Shifting position, he lifted her legs up in the air, her heels up by his ears as he sought to drive his cock even deeper into that wanton young snatch. He wanted to split open her womb, such was his disregard for the filthy little pricktease. Mandy spread till her thighs were virtually sideways flat on the bed, needing his cock all the way in and more. "Fuck me Alan," she squealed. "Fuck your little whore bitch stepdaughter till she screams." The words elicited a look of revulsion as the full magnitude of what he was doing hit home. But by then it was too late. He needed to cum inside her as punishment. The little whore had to be shown who was boss. With a pained grunt he thrust one huge length and unloaded a reservoir of cum in the girl's soft quivering pussy. The sensations pushed Mandy over the edge and she came too, screaming like a Russian tennis player. Holding his arse to keep the softening cock in place until every last pulse had disappeared, every drip of seed swimming in her womb, she breathed in starts. "Oh fuck, yesssssss," she panted, feeling the last dewdrop of cum squeeze from the eye inside her. Climbing aside with a look of sheer disdain on his face, Alan startled as a car pulled up in the driveway, the distinctive sound of brakes squeaking. Fuck, was that the time? Fuck Carol was home. "Not a word," he half-warned, half-begged. Mandy grinned, reaching to grip his wrist before he could flee. "For fuck's sake, Mandy," he pleaded, wrestling free and hoisting his shorts back up whilst setting his hair straight in the mirror. As he headed to the door, Mandy called out: "You cheating bastard, you'll pay for this." Alan turned. "Please Mandy no, you know it'll break her heart..." A smug grin settled on the teenager's face. "Mandy, no..." "Alan, wait," she ordered. His face displayed a tortured expression. "That job at your place, I think I'll take it." "Okay, good," he said hurriedly, hearing the car door open on the drive. "But on my terms," she added with a grin. Alan pursed his lips in a look of miscomprehension. Mandy was cool now, controlled. "I like to be flexible in my hours." Alan wasn't quite sure of the implication yet nodded his agreement, anxious to depart as he heard the key being slotted in the front door. "I like lots of holidays too, lots." Once more Alan indicated acceptance with his eyes. He knew the indiscretion was going to cost and cost dear. "Shall we say £300 a week plus bonuses?" With that Alan slipped from her room, the stairs creaking beneath Carol, intercepting his lover half way with a guilt-ridden embrace. From her bed Mandy laid back, hands behind head, issuing a devilish smile. Perfect. Just perfect. She couldn't have planned it better. * * * The following morning the quartet sat down for breakfast together. Alan was careful to avoid Mandy's eye, introvert and withdrawn. He knew the implications, hadn't appreciated Mandy's threat. At least her mum was pleased to learn Mandy had agreed to work in Alan's office, though she couldn't possibly have known what had prompted the change of heart. "Alan worked on me," Mandy elucidated with a giggle. "Right," announced a red faced Alan, quickly changing the subject. "Your mother and I are going away this weekend, and I think it's, um, only right that we, um, leave Toby in charge." Mandy's head reared back and she issued her stepfather-to-be the evil eye. "Um, okay, I'll leave you jointly in charge." Mandy gave a satisfied little nod, running her bare toes up his leg. Alan pulled back sharply, escaping the table with a nervous cough. "You do remember Raph's coming over from Brazil at the weekend?" added Toby. Mandy's ears pricked up and she ran her tongue around her lips. "In that case I hope it's okay if Lindsay comes to visit. It wouldn't be fair being the only girl." Somehow though even she doubted the validity of that claim: there wasn't enough cock in the world for Mandy right at that moment. But a little more pussy to go with it too – Mandy nearly came just thinking about it. "I don't see why not," her mother replied. That seemed to find favour with everyone, especially an enthusiastic Toby whose head was still spinning with the picture of Lindsay he'd stumbled across. Alan of course added his consent. Mandy escaped to her room to do what had to be done, brazenly screeching as she orgasmed. Yet it was due to get so much better: four horny youngsters home alone for a week. What a hot few days lie in store. She could hardly wait.