The Lover's Children novel Chapter 63

PAT

A closer look: the thong is made of a kind of shiny satin, roses embossed into the pattern. Trimmed with matching lace and strung with beads like tiny black pearls, it smells wonderful. Cupping it in both palms to my face, I inhale…

The scent of you…

It’s heady and pungent, a poor substitute for the real thing, but never mind…

Hors d’oeuvres first.

The main meal is to come…

My cock swells satisfyingly.

Sinking into you…

Enjoying your moans…

… then your screams…

First the ones you fake…

Then the ones you don’t…

From beyond the bedroom door…

Click!

Then voices…

Fuck!

A male voice, “You gotta be more careful, leaving it unlocked. Never know who might come in.”

Then female. “I’m sure I did lock it. Maybe she’s back early. Hey, Marty, you back?” footsteps, growing louder…

Fuck!

“Marty? Thought you said you don’t have a boyfriend?”

Fuck! Fuck…

Where to hide?

Shoving the thong in my pocket, I drop. Rolling under the bed, I peer through the counterpane fringe at chipped vinyl spiked heels.

A giggle. “No, silly. Short for Martina.” The heels turn and teeter out, leaving the door swinging open, then clip through to the bathroom. “Nope. She’s not here. I’ll rocket her when she gets back, leaving it unlocked like that. Anyway…” The voice turns slinky… “What can I do for you?”

“You know what you can do, Babe. C’mon, on your knees.”

Shuffling on my belly, angling toward the door, the fucking fringe interferes with my view.

Still, I can see her from behind, arms ringed around his neck…

And no, it’s not my Lily…

Martina…

Marty…

Lily’s better.

… letting him hitch up her skirt and stick his hand down her pants.

“How much you gonna charge me for a BJ?”

“Twenty okay?”

“I wanna blow over your face.”

“That’s another ten.”

“Ten! You kidding?”

“Ah, c’mon. Be fair. You do that, I’m dripping jizz. I’ve gotta wash up and do my make-up again before I can go back out.” She drops to her knees, looks up at him. “C’mon, thirty,” she wheedles. “And you can put it where you like.”

He grins, reaching for his belt. “Sure thing, Babe.”

Her hand shoots out. “Upfront.”

He scowls, but delves into a pocket, producing some crumpled notes. “How about in there?” He jerks his chin my way.

“Not my room.”

“She gonna know?”

Prick…

“S’pose not.”

The prick and his slut move into my Lily’s room. Hastily, I shuffle backwards to where, from the shadow of my hiding place, I have a grandstand view as she strips off.

“How d’you want me?”

“Keep the bra. I want your tits up. And you can finger yourself a bit while I get going.”

The mattress sags above me and I have to drop my head down. I’ve got to twist my face sideways to watch as he fishes out his limp cock, stroking himself while he watches whatever’s going on above me.

Spread wide?

Cunt open?

Fingering herself?

The bed moves and creaks to a rhythm that sets my cock jumping…

Exhibitionist little whore.

After a minute or two, Lover Boy is at full attention. “That’s enough. On your knees now.”

The mattress sinks, then rebounds, as she rolls off, dropping dust and fluff in a cloud that gets up my nose and in my eyes. By the time I’ve cleared the crap from my face, she’s already kneeling in front of him, thumb and finger ringed around him, pumping him up.

Nice ass…

She goes through the usual performance: all licking lips and ‘Hey, Big Boy”. When he shoves himself into her mouth, she sucks, slurping over his excuse for a prick, bouncing up and down as she takes him in and out. Her tits, nothing to shout about, bounce a bit with her, more of a jiggle really.

I can’t quite see her pussy, but she’s shaved, or maybe waxed.

Dry too.

The genuine article…