Lin was proud of her pussy. And well she should be. It was a minge in a million. The outer lips unfolded below her crotch and the inner lips further still. And the clit was thick and firm. It had to be after all the attention it had enjoyed. Once a dick passed through the portal and was gripped between the moist and dripping walls of her cunt, her clit shared all the pleasure of the hard thrusts against her cervix.
And not just
dick, of course. Lin was never so lame as to confine her diet to only
sausage.
Anything the right shape was welcome: not only fists, either male or
female,
but also dildos, zucchini, tongues, toes and truncheons. And in case
these weren’t
enough stimulation for her flaps, Lin had rings pierced through her
inner vulva
from which she could dangle weights for that extra special buzz when
the need
arose. She had sex any which way: long-nailed fingers squeezed inside
her muff
or a prick up her arse. And, of course, the nether orifice could tell
another story
altogether and a good one at that, but Lin was an old-fashioned girl in
some
ways and she preferred her sex in the front passage where her clit
could join
in the fun. Men, however… That was another story. They always
appreciated special
attention at the rear entrance however much they might initially
protest.
Lin made a
point of displaying her quim to its best advantage. She shaved it in
the shower
every day, together with the stubble on her armpits and along her long
slim
legs. The smoothness was set off by an all-over golden tan: natural in
the
summer, sun-bed in the winter. Never spray-on. Lin was a girl who
appreciated
nature best in its pure raw sweaty glory; even if she enhanced her
natural
assets with a few discrete piercings and some unflashy but expensive
tattoos. No
ink around her muff: neither on the gash nor the flaps. Not a trace
below the
navel and, God forbid, nothing so vulgar as a tattoo near or around her
tits.
They were already just as perfect as her pussy and exactly as round and
firm as
the cheeks of her arse.
In case
nature’s bounty wasn’t already enough, Lin was never so complacent as
to allow
her natural advantages to succumb to nature’s ravages. When she wasn’t
working
out in either her own bedroom or that of her lovers, fuck-buddies,
girlfriends
and the occasional one-night stand, she exercised in the gym. And this
was most
often the big, brash, noisy and brightly-lit one just over the road and
down an
alley from the office where she was employed as a Sales &
Marketing Exec.
And by fuck she needed the escape. There was only so much yelling at
juniors,
barking down the phone to reps and rattling off e-mails that a girl
could take.
There had to be some kind of a retreat for a high-powered girl in a
high-powered job in an open-plan office that was normally silent only
when the
last Armani or MaxMara suit had quit the building and it became the
preserve of
the cleaning staff. Not that Toucan’s was a gym where Lin could rest
her
tonsils if she wanted to be heard. Due to the constant Heavy Rock and
EDM
soundtrack in even the changing room, she’d have to yell as much in the
gym as
she’d already been doing all day in the office.
And then she
could occupy herself on the running machines, the weights and the
exercise
bikes: her muscles aching from the strain of exercise and her eyes on
the other
men and women around her who were also working out.
Camel toes were
so naff. Only women with absolutely no taste or style would allow the
pinch of
latex to reveal the contours of their beef curtains. Lin was careful
with her
choice of sportswear to ensure that her vulva wouldn’t peek out or her
bosom
slip to one side. It wasn’t always easy to get it right, especially
when you’d
been running on the treadmill, jerking the weights or pushing on the
pedals:
hair tied back in an unfashionable pony-tail; sweat coursing down the
cheeks
and into the eyes; muscles tensing and aching; and a bottle of Evian
close at
hand. However, even though Lin would never let her private parts be
anything
other than private in a public space (there was always a chance that an
intern
or junior might admire not her muscular prowess but a glimpse of
contoured clit),
she was a voyeur for the indiscretions of others. Naff or not, Lin
relished the
unintended latex bulge of a fanny’s contours, a firm nipple or, best of
all, a
man’s packet.
But it wasn’t
what was between the thighs that first drew Lin’s eyes to Col. It was
the abs
that did it. Col was well and truly ripped: a bona fide beefcake. He
had the
kind of body with which nature could never have blessed him without a
tad of
help: not only as the result of good strenuous exercise and a rigorous
routine
but supplemented by plenty of protein, a course of steroids and
absolutely no
carbs. Lin liked her men to have biceps that gleamed when oiled, could
lift a
man up high on the bar and, naturally, came with the stamina to show a
girl a
good time for as long a time as she was in the mood. And Col was
clearly not a
chav who’d just come off the building site or the type who paraded his
privates
at a hen party. He had expensively cut hair—possibly Toni &
Guy—and just
the right length of Advertising Exec stubble on his chiselled chin.
In short, Col
was prime beef and Lin wanted her slice.
Of course, Lin
didn’t know that the hunk of sculptured muscle pumping iron opposite
her was
called Col, any more than Col knew the name of the lithe, red-lipped,
blonde-haired woman who introduced herself before he’d had the
opportunity to
exchange weights for the running machine. He was clearly startled to be
waylaid
in this way, but flattered to be able to advise her on his choice of
bottled
water and the name of the shop where he’d bought his Giuseppe Zanotti
trainers.
And when Lin proffered her hand with a simple “Lin”, he responded with
the
equally monosyllabic “Col”.
“Col, eh?” said
Lin, relishing the sound in her mouth just as she imagined she’d soon
relish
the taste of his cock down her throat. “There’s an All Bar One just
opposite.
Fancy a drink after?”
“A drink? I
dunno…”
“Just the one.
Doesn’t have to be something that’d bloat you. Me: I go for a Vodka
& Lime.
Nothing fancy.”
“Well…”
“I’ll meet you
outside then. Fifteen minutes?”
“Yeah. I
guess…”
“Fine,” said
Lin with a private smile. She strode off to the changing room with a
nonchalant
wiggle of her hips to clinch the date.
Lin was a good
timekeeper, so she deliberately added an extra ten minutes until she
ventured
out the changing room. She had a long leisurely shower during which she
soaped
and shampooed off every last fragrance of perspiration and gave her
twat a
quick little frig to get her into the mood and to ready it for eventual
action.
Whereas in the gym Lin was careful to hide her assets, she was totally
shameless
in the changing room. She was hasty to tug off her shorts, trainers and
top and
tardy to pull on her evening outfit of J Brand jeans, Carvela Kurt
Geiger heels
and a Givenchy sweatshirt. In the meantime and totally in the nude, she
luxuriated in the shower, blow-dried her hair, painted her nails, plied
on the
rouge and lipstick, and eyed up the female talent as much and as
surreptitiously as they did her. Although Lin considered herself to be
straight—she was definitely no bull-dyke lesbo—she enjoyed making love
with
women and there were several who caught her eye while they also
towelled
themselves down or plucked out loose hairs from between their inner and
outer
labia. In particular, she took a fancy to a brown-skinned woman of
indeterminate ethnicity who had a gorgeous pair of buttocks and a pussy
to die
for.
Maybe another
day. But today she was otherwise engaged.
“Sorry to be
late,” Lin lied when she emerged from the changing room to see a
nervous-looking Col waiting beside the energy drink vending machine.
Neither she nor
Col exchanged many words as they strode out of the gym: he with his bag
slung
over his shoulder and she with hers strapped to her back. All that was
necessary were a few grunted questions and equally terse replies.
“Where’d you
work?”
“PWC. And you?”
“Andersons.
Live nearby?”
“Edgware.”
“Fucking feel
for you,” Lin commiserated as she calculated the time of the last tube
up to
North London. “It’s not cheap anywhere these days, is it?”
“You’re telling
me.”
To be honest,
Lin barely cared what Col said. Fuck it! When was the last time she
cared for what
a man had to say. It was always the same shit anyway. Money. Cars.
Football. As
long as it was none of that whiney ‘My girlfriend doesn’t understand
me’ shit
that usually predicated a limp dick and a fucking waste of time. What
Lin
wanted was those abs wrapped around her, that designer stubble brushing
her
shaven twat and a good long bedspring-breaking fuck. But formalities
had to be
observed.
“Single Vodka
& Lime for me. No ice and no fucking umbrella,” Lin commanded
as she
pressed her bum onto one of the last few remaining stools in a bar
jam-packed
with expensive suits, even more pricey designer jeans and the aroma of
celebrity-endorsed
perfume. She could see from the crush at the counter that it would be
some time
till Col returned with her drink and whatever piss-tasting beer he’d
choose for
himself. Enough time for Lin to check Facebook, Twitter and her e-mail.
And
important time it was too. With Col living beyond the bounds of
civilisation at
the extreme end of the Northern Line, Lin needed to find somewhere
nearby to
stay the night. And she wasn’t going to let Col into her Docklands
apartment
until she was confident that he was more than a one-time fuck. Christ!
For all
she knew he might keep his shoes on and leave footprints all over her
recently
laid wood floor.
“Crowded at the
bar!” exclaimed Col when he finally returned.
“Penalty of
popularity,” remarked Lin with absolutely no sympathy as she eyed Col’s
choice
of drink. A bottle of Grolsch. Only one step away from a poncy Mexican
lager
with a lemon in the neck.
“Good here
though.”
“It’s OK.”
“Must be even
worse on a Friday or Saturday night.”
“Fucking
heaving,” said Lin who didn’t know and didn’t really care. Bars weren’t
really
her scene. Beyond being a place to make an appointment or kill time
before
descending on a night club, what fucking use was a place where all you
could do
was drink and talk? And if that was all you wanted to do, why go to a
bar? And,
in any case, what kind of conversation was even possible over the
canned music
that was meant to get you into the mood for moving on to a club where
there was
always a chance for a quickie or a line in the loo (and usually both at
the
same time).
Col was trying
his best to keep up the semblance of a conversation over the echoing
sounds of
Avicii and Robin Thicke, but Lin could scarcely hear a word he was
saying.
However, she nodded her head on occasion and said “Brilliant!” and
“Awesome!”
and “Fuck me!” whenever Col’s mostly bland facial expression appeared
to
require such a response. In truth her mind was elsewhere and only a
part of it was
distracted by the sight of four swanky execs boasting about their
bonuses and
choice of sports car.
“D’you fancy a
fuck?” she said when she noted that Col’s attempts at maintaining the
conversational
flow had well and truly stalled.
“Sorry?”
“Don’t act so
fucking shocked, Col,” said Lin with a broad seductive smile as she
placed her
manicured fingers on the ripped muscles of his forearm. “My mate Kath’s
got a
flat just a few streets here. She’s said she wouldn’t mind.”
“Are you
serious?”
“I’m always fucking
serious.”
“And…er…Kath’s
OK?”
“’Course she
fucking is,” said Lin, already getting bored with this negotiation. Her
pussy
was itching for action and every minute of prevarication was a minute
less she
could fuck. “Drink up and let’s go.”
“You really mean
it?” asked Col as he raised his half-finished bottle.
“Or you can
just leave your beer,” said Lin. “I don’t care.”
“OK.OK,” said
Col as he hastily guzzled down the contents.
There wasn’t
much chat as Col and Lin walked away from All Bar One and strode across
a few
streets and down a few others. Not that Lin was encouraging it. She was
furiously texting Kath on her phone and was quite happy for Col to
follow her
in whichever direction she led him.
“She’s gonna
leave the door open for us,” Lin announced. “So we don’t have to ring.”
“That’s
thoughtful of her,” Col remarked.
“I guess,” Lin
agreed. “It’s ’cause she’s with Tone. She doesn’t like to be
interrupted.”
“Tone?”
“You’ll like
him. He’s a hunk.”
“Is that a
recommendation?”
“For me it is.
And he fucks like crazy.”
“I’m really not
sure that…”
“Right here we
are,” said Lin as they approached a non-descript but phenomenally
expensive
central London apartment block. She gently pushed the front door and,
as she expected,
found it wasn’t closed. The foreign residents in the building, who made
up by
far its majority, had no sense of home security. That’s why you need a
good
lock on your apartment door. “Come on up, Col.”
Four flights up
a carpeted stair-case that needed vacuum cleaning and, as Kath had
promised,
the flat door on the left was left on the latch. Lin pushed it open and
signalled Col to follow.
“Hiya Kath!”
yelled Lin. “You in?”
“Here!” shouted
back Kath.
Lin carefully
secured the flat door and strolled into Lin’s bedroom where, true to
her word,
she and Tone were sprawled naked on the over-sized bed: Kath on top and
Tone beneath
with his prick deep inside Kath’s lightly trimmed quim.
“Hiya Lin,”
said Tone good-naturedly, but not breaking off his famously slow
thrusts.
“Don’t mind us,
Tone,” said Lin. “You got space to spare on your bed, Kath?”
“For you, Lin,”
said Kath, “there’s always space to spare.”
“You heard the
lady, Col,” said Lin as she stooped down to unstrap her Carvela Kurt
Geiger
heels. “Take off your kit.”
“In front of
Tone?” asked an aghast Col.
“Fuck, Col!”
said an impatient Lin, now stripped down to only her knickers and bra.
“Tone
won’t mind. Him and me are long-time fuck-buddies, aren’t we hon?”
“Fuck yeah!”
said Tone poking his head to one side of the struts of Kath’s
supporting arms.
“Just don’t
forget that it’s me you’re fucking now, sweetheart,” snapped back Kath
who eased
Tone’s penis back inside her just as it was threatening to spring free.
“So, come on,
Col,” said a now totally naked Lin sat on the edge of Kath’s mattress.
“Get
your arse in gear.”
Col was clearly
reluctant but he had no choice in the matter now. He was careful about
the
order in which he tugged off his clothes. First off came his leather
jacket and
plain white tee-shirt. And this revealed the best of him. There were
muscles on
his torso far beyond what was necessary. It was evident that although
Kath and
Tone were occupied with one another neither could take their eyes off
Col’s
abs.
“Hasta La
Vista, Baby!” Kath remarked approvingly, half-expecting Col to do some
kind of
body-building routine.
Next off were
the trainers and jeans to reveal more visual treats in the shape of his
calf-muscles and thighs. Tone was pumping Kath even more leisurely as
he studied
Col’s body: now naked bar his black cotton boxers. Although just as
both Lin
and Kath preferred the pleasures of the opposite sex but didn’t draw
the line
at gender alone, so too was Tone quite capable of sharing his intimate
attention with another man if the occasion called for it.
And then the
disappointment. And perhaps Lin should have been prepared for it by the
evident
reluctance with which Col pulled down his boxers.
“Is that all
you’ve got to offer?” she cried in dismay.
“Fuck! It’s just
like a little boy’s willy,” chimed in Kath who’d wiggled away from
Tone, whose much
larger dick was still fully erect and shining with vaginal lubrication.
“Dude! That’s
not what I expected!” said Tone as he scrutinised Col’s undersized
penis. It
was of average thickness, but so short that it seemed abnormally plump.
“My girlfriend
doesn’t complain…” Col protested.
“Well, she
fucking ought to!” said Lin. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with
this
little thing?”
“Suck it and
see,” suggested Tone.
“Yeah,” agreed
Kath. “Sometimes these small dicks get a lot bigger than you’d expect
after a
good blowjob.”
“It’s gonna
need a fucking miracle!” Lin exclaimed.
“I’ll help you out,”
said Kath. “You don’t mind, do you Tone?”
“Fuck no,” said
Tone. “If the two of you can’t wake the fucking dead, I don’t know who
could.”
Both Lin and Kath
plied their red rouged lips to Col’s penis: taking turns to slip it
between
their teeth and wrap their tongue around it. The taste was no worse
than any
other man’s dick: Col had obviously given it a thorough soaping in the
men’s showers
at the gym. And with the equally expert attention from Lin and Kath,
who’d
often shared the same man at the end of a night out, Col’s penis was
steadily
pumping up in size.
But to no
avail. Even fully erect, it was hardly better than serviceable. It was
the same
size as most men’s dicks when totally limp. It was stiff and there was
no sign
that it had any further to grow.
“You got any
Viagra, Tone?” asked Lin.
“Not on me,”
said Tone. “Anyway, it ain’t often that I need it.”
“Don’t talk
shit, Lin,” said Kath. “Viagra doesn’t add inches to an erect dick. It
just
makes a limp dick stiff. There ain’t no more space for this little
thing to
grow. It’s as big as it gets.”
“Is that so,
Col?” asked Lin, still gripping Col’s penis in her fist and gazing at
him in
the forlorn hope that he might say otherwise.
“My girlfriend
says it’s good enough…” he offered.
“It’ll just
have to do, Lin,” said Kath sympathetically.
“Well, if it is
then we better get on with it,” said Lin now with little remaining
expectation
of a rewarding fuck.
Perhaps Lin’s
heart wasn’t in it, but after several minutes of Col’s ineffectual
pounding
between her thighs in the most boring missionary position imaginable,
she was
still no convert to the unsuspected pleasures of the smaller penis.
Compared to
what she was used to, it was like a little thumb poking inside her. It
was
almost more an irritation than a pleasure. Her pussy was still only as
lubed as
it had been before Col had started fucking and the only real thrill she
got was
from being gripped by a man with a truly god-like muscular physique and
the
buzz of pushing your bosom against unresisting abs. But then Lin had
already
been down the gym. She didn’t need more exercise. She wanted a good
fuck. And despite
whatever his girlfriend might have told him, Col wasn’t a good fuck.
“For fuck’s
sake, Col!” exclaimed Lin at last. “My cunt’s still burning and you’re
fucking
not doing it!”
She pushed
herself off Col and addressed Kath who was still being desultorily
fucked by
Tone.
“You don’t
mind, Kath, do you?” she asked as she swivelled towards Tone. “I’ve got
needs
that only Tone could satisfy…”
“Yeah!” said
Kath good-naturedly. “Of course, Lin. Don’t worry.” She eased Tone’s
prick out
of her quim. “I’m gonna be with Tone all night anyway. And I can see
you’re
desperate!”
“That’s so
fucking true, Kath!” exclaimed Lin as Tone slipped his prick inside her
cunt
and he responded to Lin’s hot burning desire by stepping up the pace of
his
thrusts. “What I need is a good-sized prick on a good-sized man…”
Lin really
couldn’t care less how Col felt while Tone brought her slowly but
surely to the
orgasm she’d been hoping for all night. As Tone plied at her in his
sympathetic
and expert way, profiting from the many previous (and rather diverse)
occasions
that they’d fucked before, she was totally oblivious to the concerns of
the man
she’d so successfully picked up earlier in the evening. How did Col’s
humiliation and shame at having a stunted penis compare with the sexual
ecstasy
she was receiving at long last?
And then not
just a prick pumping her lovingly shaved vagina, but a tongue that
could only
be Kath’s licking her clitoris and a thumb slowly easing itself into
her anus.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lin cried before Kath’s tongue thrust itself into
her mouth
while her hand shaped itself so that it could ease into her vagina as
Tone
transferred his prick to Lin’s arse.
Lin loved sex.
It was the one time that her usual world of ruthless competition and
pitiless one-upmanship
could be forgotten and she could surrender herself to pure unmediated
ecstasy.
No drug had the same effect (beyond the extent to which it enhanced the
sex
act). Sex was all Lin needed. Fucking. Fisting. Buggering. Sweating
copiously
on your partner. Not knowing and not caring who was fucking you and who
you
were fucking. When your back and your front was a sheen of perspiration
blended
with that of whoever you were fucking. And Kath and Tone were the
perfect fuck
partners. Unselfish. Uninhibited. Uncomplicated. And they never gave
up. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. No fucking let up at all.
Time passed
when Lin was making love as it should be. Not measured in minutes or
hours, but
climaxes, orgasms and moments of absolute pleasure.
Until the time
came when Tone had no more spunk to give, Kath’s tongue was red and
raw, and
Lin’s cunt had lost its lubrication and was feeling sore.
The three of
them collapsed together on the bed, with the lamps still shining but
the window
open and the glimpsed view into other apartments from across the road.
A car
drove by slowly in the way that was only ever noticeable well after
midnight.
Lin looked
around her.
“Where’s Col?”
she asked.
“That
Schwarzenegger guy you came in with?” said Tone.
“Yeah, him.”
“I dunno,” said
Kath. “He must have left after I jumped in. I’d tried to get some
conversation
out of him, but it was a fucking waste of time. The guy was crushed!”
“I bet he was,”
said Tone, half-sympathetically. “It wasn’t his fault he was lacking in
the
dick department…”
“I don’t
fucking care,” said Lin. “All I wanted was a fuck and he couldn’t even
do
that!”
“He tried his
best, Lin,” pleaded Kath.
“I fucking expect
more from a man,” said Lin. “I want a man to be able to do what a man
is supposed
to do. What other fucking point is there? If you want a fuck, a man
should be
able to give you a fuck. And Col couldn’t do it. His prick was a
fucking joke!”
“You’ve got
high standards, Lin,” said Kath.
“You’re fucking
right I have,” said Lin. “And just like when I’m at work, when I want
something
I fucking want it now and I want it fucking good!”
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