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Part Four.
Her hangover was still lingering, but she knew how she could lose it at Clive's house. His place was an oasis for her during the week. Small and compact, but it boasted a superb little gymnasium. Weights, cycle machine, running machine and a rower. There were also other implements of muscle torture that were attached to the walls, but the icing on the cake was the compact sauna. More than big enough for one, but just comfortable enough for two.
When Angela first went there and saw the house, she remarked on how she liked to keep fit. The owner, Clive Adams said, she could use it after her cleaning session provided that she didn't abuse the privilege and make sure that it was left as she found it. She had told him that she would clean everything up after her use, and in her own time.
She had liked Clive right from the start, a down to earth man who originally came from the East End of London. Made his way up and into the stock market section of the city, and was now a trader on the London Metal Exchange, and made a lot of money. The house, clothes and car proved that, and he didn't look a day over twenty five.
She let herself into the house and set herself a furious pace to clean all the rooms so that she could have her session in the gym and sauna.
When the housework was finished, she went down to the gym and kicked off her trainers, dropped her shorts, and then peeled off her wet T shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were glistening with sweat that she`d already generated. She kept her panties on, as the seat on the cycle machine was a bit on the rough side.
She climbed onto the saddle and set the clock on the handlebars to zero to begin her fifteen minute sprint. After only five of these minutes, the sweat flow from her body had increased and was now flowing freely down between her bouncing breasts. As the clock approached the last two minutes, her head went down and she pedalled furiously till the timer went off, and she slumped forward over the handlebars.
Her breasts swung heavily as she gasped for breath, they heaved and swung with every intake of oxygen that she took. The pearls of sweat ran down her breasts and dripped off each nipple. She used her wet shirt to partially dry them before she went onto the next machine, which was for rowing. It had taken her several sessions before she got the hang of it. But now she could pull on the short oars like a veteran. As she heaved back with every stroke, the muscles of her thighs quivered with the strain. She often fantasised that the boat was larger, and that she had a cox in the stern calling out the stroke. She wouldn't be wearing panties then, so that every time she drew her knees up, he would be able to see all that she had between her legs, then they would close again with a snap as she pulled back on the oars. Then open again, her pussy winking at him every time. She would also translate the cox into cock's, and envisaged a machine with a built in phallus, that she could ride forward onto with every stroke. These daydreams made her quite wet.
Next was the running ramp. It was slightly angled so that it was a gentle uphill run. Again, the timer was set for fifteen minutes, which after the rowing, really made her legs and thighs ache and tremble. She was glad of the side bars that she could hang onto as she finished the session. She staggered off the ramp, quite wobbly and made her way to the sauna.
She peeled off her wet briefs, leaving them at the door and stepped into the steaming room. She closed the door and after setting the thermostat, stretched out on one of the benches. With a big sigh, she made herself comfortable to let the steam work itself into her tired body. She rubbed her hands down over her breasts, wiping the film of sweat off, down over her stomach until her fingers were in her bush, and gently started to rub her wet pussy. She drifted off to sleep playing with herself.
It was about fifteen minutes later when the door opened, and Clive walked in. He quietly closed the door and sat down on the opposite bench to Angela, who hadn't stirred. He was only wearing a towel round his middle and winced as he made himself comfortable and looked at Angela. He liked what he saw. The long naked body stretched out, breasts gently moving with her breathing and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration that shone in the dim light. Then her flat stomach that ended in the trim bush between her thighs.
His hand crept beneath his towel and started to massage his balls as he gazed at her body. His penis rising to the thoughts that wove through his mind. As his prick started to rise, he moved to ease the pressure of the towel and gave out a small groan as he did so.
That groan was enough to wake up Angela. Her eyes flew open, unfocused for a moment. She turned her head and saw Clive sitting there on the opposite bench. She gave a small scream and sat up quickly, grabbing a towel and holding it across her breasts. She swung her legs round so that she was then sitting up and pulled the towel down a little so that it was partially draped over her sex.
`You startled me. What time is it?' she asked.
`About two o'clock,' he replied.
`What are you doing home so early? And what do you mean by barging in here?' she demanded.
Well, to answer the second part first. It's my house and sauna, and for the first part, I hurt myself playing squash at lunch time and decided to call it a day. I thought that a good session in the sauna would straighten me out. Anyway, why are you still here? You're normally long gone at this time. She looked down at her feet.
`I'm sorry I was rude, but you did startle me. I had to help out at another job. That's why I'm running a bit later than usual. Also, I fell asleep.'
`I know. I watched you,' She blushed. She felt the blush, but didn't
know he couldn't see it, because her body already had a rosy glow to
it. Sleeping,' he continued, you looked so relaxed and comfortable that I didn't want to disturb you.'
They way he held his hands in his lap she guessed that he was hiding an erection.
`You said that you hurt yourself. What did you do?' she asked.
`I played a terrific volley that I didn't think Stavros would be able to return. But the bastard did. I tried to catch the return, and bending back and twisting like this...aaargh.' His body spasmed, and he kept still for a few moments till the sharp pain passed and he could slowly relax himself, the flow of sweat increasing as he did so. He rubbed the sweat from his forehead that was running into his eyes, making them sting and water.
Just like that,' he gasped, Tommy Cooper, "juust like that".'
`Ooh you poor thing,' said Angela, standing up and moving across to him. The towel slipped revealing everything before she could grab it and wrap it round her body, tucking the top edges down between her breasts. She knelt before him and wiped the sweat from his forehead with her hand, running it back over his hair.
Lay down on your stomach,' she said, and I'll give you a massage.'
She helped him get his legs onto the wide bench, and he rolled, grunting, onto his stomach. She gently touched him in various places on his back, asking where it hurt. When she had an idea of which muscles were causing the discomfort, she started to press and move her hands across his lower back.
`We don't need any oils with the sweat your producing,' she remarked as she pressed and moved her hands forward up his back at the same time. She moved her knees forward and her knee held the towel to floor as she moved and pulled it free from her body. She moved and tucked it back up around her, but a few minutes later, it came loose again.
Damn towel keeps slipping,' she said as it came loose for the third time. Oh fuck it,' she said as she let the towel drop off completely, `You've already seen me bollock naked, so what's the difference.' She continued working on his back. Press and push. Press and push. Her hands moving out from his spine as she pushed forwards.
`This'll be better.' She climbed onto the bench and knelt astride his body. This gave her better leverage to work on the pulled muscles. Clive gave out a grunt as her full weight pressed down on his back. He could see out of the corner of his eye, a flash of tit as she came forward. His erection was painfully being squashed underneath him and he wiggled every time the pressure eased, to try to get his cock into a less uncomfortable position.
Stop wriggling,' she demanded, you're making it very awkward for me!'
Not as awkward as it is for me,' he grunted. You're squashing the crown jewels and sceptre.'
Oh!' Angela said. Sorry.' She leaned back onto her heels. `Roll over onto your back and let me do your front.'
He turned, not without some difficulty, his legs bumping up into her naked crotch as he did so, and then settled back. His eyes taking in her naked body poised above his own, just the small towel between his straining cock and her wet pussy. He lay there looking into her eyes, and she stared back at him.
There was what is called a pregnant pause, though this was a pregnant silence between them.
With her hands resting on her thighs as she squatted above his hips, she let her eyes wander down from his face to the towel that covered him. She slowly put her hand down and slowly pulled the towel away from his hips and let his cock stand free, quivering just above his stomach.
She lightly ran her fingers along it, making it, and him, quiver. Then she grasped it and held it upright and slowly pulled down on it, making the skin move down his shaft and made the head bulge and throb.
`Nothing wrong with this muscle,' she said in a low voice. Her tongue peeked out from between teeth. She could feel a wetness that wasn't sweat start to run down the inside of her thighs. She moved her hand up slowly, pushing the loose flesh up to the head, and then pulling it down again.
`I think that this muscle gets a lot of exercise.'
`Not enough, lately,' Clive answered.
My hand is not big enough to do the job properly,' Angela said, moving it up and down, but I think I might have the answer to that.'
She moved up onto her knees and slowly lowered herself till she could rub her wetness against the head of his straining cock.
Don't tease,' he begged, please.'
With her hand holding his erection upright, she slowly inserted it into herself, and sank down till she was resting on his thighs. With his prick fully and deeply inside her, Clive groaned and closed his eyes.
`Nirvana,' he whispered as she slowly moved her body up and down on his pulsing cock. The wetness of her insides mingling with the sweat from both bodies made it a smooth ride on his shaft. She used her vaginal muscles to grip him as she moved on him. The tight pressure pulling his foreskin down from the helmet, leaving the throbbing head exposed inside her to all the nuances of her muscle play inside that silken sheath. He was gasping as he watched her as she drew her hands up under, and over her full breasts as she wiped the sweat up from her body.
Her juices started to flow as she approached an orgasm, her body moved faster up and down on him. His hips moving up to meet her as they rushed and exploded in a mutual release. His sperm creaming out into her as he arched his back. Her coming, a flood, out around his prick and dribbling down and around his balls. With a strangled cry, she fell forward, her breasts crushing against his chest as she buried her face into the side of his neck. He held her tight as she lay on him, his hands running down her back, making her quiver as he touched sensitive spots.
After a few minutes, she roused herself. Sat up and slowly raised herself up off of him, till with a small sucking noise, his still engorged organ fell free and smacked wetly against his stomach.
She quickly reversed her position and with her tits brushing his stomach, lifted up his cock and took it into her mouth. She sucked on it, taking it in as far as she could. Her spread thighs across his face, wetly glistening, inviting him to probe if he wanted to. He raised his head and gave her a large lick. Thus encouraged, she let her hips down to give him easy access to the wet gaping hole. He licked and sucked the juices that slowly oozed out of her, the salty taste of his own sperm mixing with the sweetness of her.
Angela, with her hands and mouth, soon brought him back to another erection, and was again pumping sperm into her, this time swallowing it instead of taking it in its proper receptacle. That was being seen to by Clive as she had her second orgasm, her fluid running down his chin. He had to push her bum up as she was threatening to suffocate him. Gasping for breath, he cried out.
`Enough Angela, enough.' She raised up her hips, but continued to suck and lick him for a few more minutes before she released him and swung herself off the bench and knelt down next to him.
She rested her head against his side and his hand started to stroke her hair. Her hand stroked his wilting penis and fondled his balls. They stayed like this for some time, touching and stroking each other, until she gave his cock a final squeeze.
`I must be going. I've got to pick up my daughter.' She got up and her tits brushed across his chest as she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. His hand went to his chest to quell the static electricity that her tits had sparked as he watched her lovely bum waltz out of the sauna.
She went straight into the shower and turned on the cold tap making goose bumps come out all over her body as she washed off the sweat from both the sauna and the love making. She chose the roughest of towels to rub herself down hard, making her skin glow red. She didn't bother with the hair dryer, just ran the brush through her hair and got dressed.
Even though she hurried, she was still a few minutes late collecting Epsom from school. She wanted to get her home and fed, bathed and into bed early, because she was going out that evening. She'd been invited to a hen party of one of the girls from the agency. For once, she was glad Mike was home early, and reasonably sober, must be football on the television, she thought. She quickly threw things into a saucepan and cooked them the fastest dinner they'd had for a long time. When the eating was done, she piled the plates into the sink, telling Mike to wash them up later, after he'd seen to Epsom's bath and put her to bed. Then into the bedroom she went and stripped off her soiled clothes. She laid out on the bed, the outfit she was going to wear for the party, scooped up the dirty clothes and carried them into the bathroom and dumped them in the laundry basket. She turned on the taps for the bath, and not waiting for it to fill, got in and started to wash herself. She was half way through when Mike walked in, a can of beer in his hand and sat down on the toilet seat. Angela was soaping her breasts at that point.
`Want me to do that for you,' he leered.
`No,' she replied, vigorously rubbing the flannel under and between the two mounds.
`You're turning me on,' he said rubbing his crotch.
`Well get turned off,' she answered, rinsing herself down.
Look,' he said, standing up and unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock. Ain't that something,' he boasted, waving it at her.
`Yeh. It reminds me to get some chipolatas for tomorrow night's dinner. Put it away and pass me the towel.' He took the towel off the rail and hung it on his erection and stepped towards her.
`How's that?'
`A magnificent example of weight lifting,' she said, whipping the towel off him and with a quick flip of it, caught him squarely on the head of his jumping dick.
Owww, you bitch. That hurt,' he moaned, as he held it in his hand. That hurt,' he said again, `kiss it better Angel.'
`Later, I'm running late as it is,' she said, pulling the plug from the bath and wrapping the towel round her, stepped out onto the bath mat.
`Later, later. That's all you ever say,' he complained.
`Better late than never,' as she pushed past him to go to the bedroom.
`Never is all I get. Not later.' He said, holding her.
`Well, if you're awake when I come in, and not drunk, maybe then,' she promised, giving him a quick kiss, leaving him alone in the bathroom.
She met up with Marge, who was wearing the skimpiest of skirt's and a halter that was not really stopping anything from being seen, and only just barely holding in what she had.
They went into the pub and joined June and April. They were twins whose mother had a warped sense of humour seeing as their surname was Day. She had hoped for another daughter, but had a son instead. Not much difference really, because he turned out to be a homosexual and was known locally as `May', though he had been christened as Paye.
Paye also worked for the agency, though he mostly did the office cleaning side of the business. Only when Philippa was really pushed, did he help out doing house cleaning. He had a woman's touch when it came to cleaning a house, also a woman's taste when it came to good clothes, as he once related in a story to Angela.
Paye had been doing a house in the city, a big town house in Belgravia. It was a six hour, twice a week job. The couple who lived there are quite well known, but he wouldn't say who they were or give out any hint. Anyway, he'd been cleaning there for six months before he met the man of the house, and this is what he related.
The bedroom of the house was as sumptuous a room as he had ever seen. A huge seven foot bed dominated the lavish, over decorated room. Wall to wall built in cupboards, all mirrored. The contents were a transvestite's dream; a whole range of gowns, dresses, chiffons and the like.
Well he lost himself in this wonderland and would spend over an hour, twice a week, trying on the dresses posing and strutting in front of the mirrors. Even putting on the underwear and making himself up before the gorgeous dressing table, and then dressing up in the dress or gown to fit his make believe occasion.
It was on one such day, made up and dressed to kill vamping before the mirrors when the husband entered the bedroom.
What do we have here?' was the sarcastic comment as he shut the door behind him. I didn't think you were home dear. It is you dear, isn't it? It's your dress. Your wig and your make up, so it must be you.'
`Please sir. I...I...can explain,' Paye stammered.
Explain?' he asked in the same tone, moving closer the Paye, making him step back a pace. What is there to explain. I see my wife in front of me. It looks like my wife and I think it is my wife, and I think I would now want to fuck my wife.'
`Please...please...I...I...' Paye stuttered, wringing his hands in front of him.
Yes, you do please. Come here!' he demanded, pointing authoritatively to a spot on the floor in front of him, Now!' he shouted.
Paye trembled as he moved and stood where directed.
`On your knees,' the man demanded, his finger again pointing down. Paye sank to his knees in front of the man, head back looking up at him.
Dressed up as my wife means you can also act as my wife. Open up those painted lips,' he said as he unzipped himself and pulled out his cock, and suck on this.' He held it out in front of Paye and pushed it between his rouged lips and into his mouth.
`Now suck on it, you bitch!' He held Paye's wigged head as he roughly worked his cock in and out of his mouth.
Paye knew how to give head, so he worked on the engorged cock in his mouth. Rough as the husband was trying to be, Paye used the skills he had learned. I bet I'm giving better head than your own wife, he thought. He brought the man to the brink and then quickly released him and leaned back, letting the inflamed cock bounce and throb in the air.
Paye wasn't expecting, nor did he see, the fist that knocked him flat on his back, legs going high, skirt thrown up over his thighs. He felt the man's hands tear the panties off of him, and his legs were hoisted up and over the man's shoulders. His weight bore down between his open thighs, but was too dazed to resist. He felt the head of the man's cock, that he had made wet with his saliva, push at the entrance to his arse and there was nothing he could do about it.
He felt the pain as the cock reamed up into him and it felt enormous as it was pushed in. Every inch of it was shoved in as the man's heavy weight now bore down on him until he was fully inside. Then the man started pumping, his hands holding Paye down as he fucked him. It wasn't the first fucking that Paye had received, but it was the first time he had been raped, making that much harder to bear. But when the initial shock had worn off, and with that hard cock inside of him, he decided to make the best of a bad job. Though he hated the bastard on three counts; first for hitting him, second for squashing him, and third for raping him, he would give him the fuck of his life.
With anal muscles being stronger than those of a vagina, he gripped that throbbing cock hard. Lying on his back with his legs high and wide and the weight of the man pressing down on him, he still gave back a thrust for a thrust. Pushing up with his hips to meet the downward press. He could feel the cock pulsing inside of him, feeling it touch high, rigid and the sensation was causing his own cock to rise.
The man on top started to breathe heavily as he strained to his limit and started to come inside Paye, who felt his coming as it heated his insides. Paye's own cock reacted, and shot his sperm out onto his stomach.
Paye held the cock fast inside of him, squeezing the last drops, holding him tight inside with his muscles, making it a fuck of a lifetime for the rapist. He held it as long as he could till it deflated and he then whispered into the man's ear.
`You won't find the wife the same now, or better than this for a fuck!'
He pushed the man so that he rolled off onto his back, breathing heavily. Paye got up and quickly took off the woman's clothes, throwing them onto the floor, and got dressed into his own clothes. As he was leaving the room, he looked at the man still lying on the floor with his limp penis still hanging out from the front of his trousers, `You'll have a different cleaner next week,' he said as he left.
He wouldn't tell Philippa why he refused to go back to that house. Angela was the only one he had revealed it to when he was rather drunk at a party one night. The next morning, with a massive hangover, he begged Angela not to tell anyone of what he had told her. As she dithered, keeping him on tenterhooks, he promised to give her the muff dive of her life if she would keep his rape a secret.
She took a rain check on this at the time, but was calling it in tonight. Not just the promise of the muff dive, but that he was to attend that night's hen party dressed in drag, and fulfil his promise later in the evening. He had agreed without reluctance and promised to meet them there.
So after one quick drink, Angela, Marge, June and April, left the pub to make their way to the Ex Serviceman's club, where the function room had been set aside for the women's only party.
There was much cheek kissing and hugs for all the girls when they arrived, such was their popularity among their friends. There were at least fifty girls in the room when they arrived, and the drinks were being served and consumed at a very fast rate. The noise level also was quite high. This rose higher when the hen mother announced that the show was about to start with the latest hot shot male stripper who was about to reveal all.
Dressed in black leathers, Clapham's own answer to the Chippendales', Dennis Donkey' Tyler, known as D.D.T. to his friends, pranced out onto the stage and went into his hip thrusting routine. With the constant cry of Get em orf' from the girls, until he obliged, and showed them why his middle name was `donkey'. After slipping off his G string, he waved his limpid fourteen inches in a circular motion to the howling delight of the crowd.
He was cheered off the stage, and his place was taken by `Ding Dong Bell'. When he revealed his tool, it was met with jeers. Thicker than the 'Donkey's', it wasn't as long, and didn't swing properly. Angela screamed with delight, with many others, as a well aimed strawberry mousse caught him squarely in the crotch. He retreated from the stage amid a barrage of food missiles. If there was a third performer, he didn't show, and the girls then carried on their drinking and telling of dirty jokes.
Paye had joined them, and he was dressed to kill. His outfit was stunning, and only a few knew who he was, but didn't blow the whistle that there was a man amongst them.
But one young man did inadvertently, and most unfortunately wander into the party. It was too late when he realised where he was and what he had walked into. He was quickly seized and dragged into the centre of the room, stripped of his clothes, and spread eagled on the floor.
Four women held his legs and two on each of his arms. He lay there unable to move as beer, wine, and fruit juices spattered those holding him as these drinks were poured over his naked body. Marge pushed her way through the crowd and stood at his head looking down at him.
Ladies only tonight ducky, or is it dicky. Yes!' she shouted out to the others, it's dicky we have here amongst us.'
The crowd of girls surrounding them laughed and hooted, and shouted out various suggestions as to what to do with him. Marge knelt down and pulled off her halter top, her large breasts swinging free from the restraint. She leaned over him, her large tits swaying just above his face.
Is this what you came in for boy? To get a peek and a thrill. Well look good and hard boy. I bet you haven't seen tits like this before in the flesh, have you boy?' She lifted her head and looked down at his body, to see that his prick appeared to have half risen up. No you haven't. I can see that it's turning you on. Your cock is telling me that.' She leaned over him so that her tits swung against his face. `Suck, baby, suck on them. You suck me, an' I'll suck you!'
The bewildered and somewhat terrified man, opened his mouth and took a hard nipple in and sucked on it. Marge let him suck for a few moments before she pulled it free. She moved across his body and sucked on his semi erect cock for a moment before raising her head and crying out to the circle of girls.
`Who wasted Bacardi and coke on this prick. I don't like Bacardi!'
The circle of girls laughed at this. Marge then stood up and turned round and stood astride of the poor naked prostrate man.
`Well I've sucked you,' she said to him, now it's your turn to suck me. Tits don't count. They were a bonus.' She quickly put her hands up her short skirt and pulled down her small panties. These she threw into the crowd as she down again over his body, and shuffled on her knees to position herself above his face.
Do you see it? Can you smell it? It's all wet an' ready for your tongue boy.' She lowered herself down onto his face. His head thrashed from side to side as her muff ground into his face. She could feel his mouth getting wet from her juices, but he wouldn't open it. She rose back up onto her knees. What's the matter, boy? Don't you like dark meat? How about some wine then?' She gestured to one of the girls by his head. `Hold his nose,' Marge instructed her, which was done, making the man open his mouth to breathe.
`Now for the wine,' Marge said as she started to urinate into his open mouth. He choked and spluttered as his mouth filled with her urine, being forced to swallow as his head was held tight while his nose was pinched tight.
The crowd howled its delight at this display and at the man's discomfort. Marge rose up and continued to pee all down the length of his body, letting the stream splash his chest and stomach till the last drops were directed over his shrivelled penis. The girl holding his nose had to let go to wipe her arms of the splattered piss on his torn shirt. The man convulsed and spluttered as he coughed up her piss and tried to regain his breath.
`While using him as a toilet, anybody here feel like taking a crap?'
`Nooooo,' he screamed, fighting the hands holding him, but not getting free.
`Anybody?' Marge asked again.
Noooo. Please. Noooo,' the man begged. Marge stepped from his body. Throw the bastard out the door, and his clothes from the window.'
Yeah,' came the cheer from the girls as they plucked him from the floor, and bodily carried aloft and rushed him to the door, which was being held open, and he was thrown out into the crowded bar. His clothes, what was left of them, shredded and dirtied, were tossed out of a window into the street.
Marge stood in the middle of the floor, her magnificent black breasts heaving, as the girls crowded round her, congratulating her on her performance. She was handed her top which she slipped over her head, a drink was pressed into her hand.
`I hope it's not Bacardi? I've got a nasty taste in my mouth,' she said to laughter as she drank her drink. She grabbed a fresh one and headed back to the table to join the others. Pats on the back from many girls as she made her way through.
April said, as Marge sat down, `What a...'
`Performance!' June finished the sentence. They had that habit between them that was most disconcerting to people who didn't know them. One would start a sentence, and being so finely tuned in their minds, the other would finish it. June carried on,
I wish that I had...' the nerve to be able to do that.' April finished. Paye, who was sitting next to Angela, grabbed her arm and whispered, `I wish I had a pair of tits like that instead of the falsies that I'm wearing now.' Angela laughed.
`The colour wouldn't suit the rest of your body. Just be grateful that we know you, and that you are dressed like one of us, or that could have been you down there.'
Paye looked coyly at Angela from under the long delightful eye lashes, What makes you think I might not have enjoyed it? No, no. I'm only joking,' he quickly said, seeing the alarmed look on her face, There's only one woman's pair of legs I would put my face between,' he squeezed her arm, `and they are yours.'
Angela felt herself getting wet between her thighs as this gorgeous looking woman/man looked at her with those beautiful eyes.
I wish I had eyes like yours,' she said wistfully, but it's the tongue you've got that I want at this moment. Let's get out of here. I'm soaking wet already just thinking about it.'
They said goodnight to the others and also to the hen and hen mother, and made their way out into the fresh air.
Phew,' said Paye, you don't realise how stuffy and smoky the place is until you're outside. Well,' linking his arm through hers, `as they say in the movies, your place or mine, baby?'
It'll have to be yours,' she said. Mike's at home, baby sitting.'
`Mine it is then,' he said.
So arm in arm, they set off for his flat, which was in a tower block not far along the road. As usual, one of the lifts was out of order, and the other one that they travelled up in, stank like a urinal. The walls covered in graffiti and lewd comments about some occupants of the block, also suggestions from various boys of which girls would suck their cocks etc.
Angela noticed that Paye's name was on the wall, and that the comment there was true, but she refrained from mentioning it. The lift wheezed to its halt at his floor, and they were glad to get out. He fumbled in his handbag for his keys and opened the door to his flat and ushered her inside. The door opened directly into the living room and she stood for a moment in the dark till he had shut the door and turned on the lights.
She was amazed at how compact and tastefully that the place was decorated. Spotless too, she noticed.
`Why, it's wonderful,' she exclaimed. The room was lit by a low wattage standard lamp in one corner and a small table lamp on a small side table by the hi-fi system, throwing out a soft light.
`Set yourself down. Would you like a drink?' Paye asked, going to a cabinet next to the hi-fi.
`Yes please. A gin and tonic if you've got it.' Angela answered, sitting herself down on the sofa. Paye mixed two drinks and then sat down next to her, handing her one of the glasses.
This is a lovely room,' Angela said, sipping her drink. Did you do it yourself?'Paye crossed one silk clad leg over the other and sipped his drink.
Yes. With the help of a couple of past lovers.' He put his drink down on the side and said, I'll go and get changed,' getting up from the sofa.
No!' cried Angela, well, yes to the dress, but keep the underwear on. You are wearing underwear, aren't you?'
`Yes' said Paye with a shy smile, lifting up the hem of the dress to show a white thigh and a glimpse of panty above the stocking top. He then lifted the dress right up and over his head, being careful not to dislodge his wig. The dress was thrown over the back of the sofa, and standing on the thick rug, he struck a pose.
`What do you think?'
Angela's eyes travelled up the shapely silk clad legs, taking in the alabaster thighs between the stocking tops and garter belt. The thin gossamer panties with an erect penis straining the fabric and the flat stomach below the start of the rib cage. The wisp of silk bra that held life like breasts that seemed natural the way they moulded to his upper chest. Then to his smiling face, delicately made up. The cheeks gently powdered, the eyes lightly shadowed and the wonderful curling eye lashes, all beautifully framed by the blond wig.
It looks so perfect,' said Angela, except for that,' pointing to his full panty crotch.
It gets like that when somebody is watching me looking at me as you are now,' he said smiling, as his hand rubbed his cock through the thin silk. But I'm here for you tonight.' He licked his lips with a very pink tongue. He held out his hand and helped her up to stand in front of him. She let him undo the clips of her skirt so that it fell to the floor, he knelt and pulled down her panties so that she could step out of them, and stood with her legs astride in front of him. Her breasts started heaving as he buried his face into her soft mound of hair and she could feel his hot breath curling between her thighs. It made her legs tremble, and she stepped back and collided with the edge of the sofa and fell. She sprawled back with her legs wide open, her sex gaping and wet. Paye moved forward and with his tongue fully extended, dived straight in. It was like a small live eel that gave her electric shocks as it curled round her bud, licking and teasing.
She writhed as he pushed it into her vagina, wiggling it around, his mouth sucking her juices at the same time. Her hands held his head as she orgasmed, flooding his mouth, her hips pushing up and forward as he sucked and probed as she surged. She felt another orgasm coming, and gave herself up to the ecstasy of her flowing juices.
She then felt one of his hands leave her thigh, and through his body movements, knew that he had started to wank himself.
No,' she cried, no!' Pushing his head out from between her legs. Caught by surprise at the push, he fell backwards onto the rug, his erect cock, outside of the panties, held firmly in his hand, his lipstick smeared face showing surprise.
`There's two of us here. Let me do it.' She pulled his hand off his erection and took over the action of masturbating him. As she went to lower her head onto him, he stopped her.
`No. I like to see it shoot out.'
Angela stopped for a moment, thinking, then letting go of his prick, she pulled her shirt off over her head. Her full breasts swinging free as she did so. She then sat facing him, pulling his legs up over her thighs, so that they sat facing each other. Her bush almost touching his balls. She then grasped him again and started to wank him. Her breasts swinging as she pumped her hand up and down on his shaft.
`I'm coming,' he groaned as he leaned back, his arms rigid behind him. His breath coming faster as he built up steam. Angela leaned forward as he gasped, and the jets of sperm shot out and hit her tits. The erratic movements of her hand made the spurts cover her breasts, which slowly started to dribble down as the spray lessened. She wiped the last drops off onto her stomach. He licked his lips.
`That was lovely,' he said as he straightened himself up and pushed her shoulders back onto the rug. He then disentangled his legs from hers and leaned over her and started to lick his own sperm off of her body. Taking his time as he licked around and over her breasts.
What wouldn't I give to have a pair like these,' he breathed between licking and nibbling her nipples. It would drive the boys wild.'
She felt slightly disgusted with him licking his own sperm off of her body, but admitted to herself that she did like her own taste when she sucked off somebody who had only just fucked her, their juice mingling with hers.
When he'd finished cleaning off her chest, they lay together on the rug in front of the fire that he'd turned on. They lay, touching each other, drinking and reminiscing over past loves. Angela glanced across at the ornate clock on the side.
Shit!' she exclaimed, getting up from the floor. Sorry Paye, but I gotta get going.' She gathered up her clothes and hurriedly dressed while Paye languidly watched her.
`Give my love to Mike,' he called as she blew him a kiss before letting herself out of the flat.
There was no talking to Mike when she got home. She let herself in and the place was in darkness except for the T.V. illuminating Mike sprawled out on the couch, beer can in his hand, eyes closed and gently snoring. She took the can from his hand and put it on the coffee table, turned off the telly, and went to bed.
He was still there when she got up next morning. Leaving him alone, she made breakfast for herself and Epsom. Before taking her to school, Angela left a note for Mike to pick her up at the usual time. So with Epsom in tow, she left home to drop her off at school and for her to go off to her Friday job.