To celebrate my participation in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), I’ll be posting First Draft chapters of my upcoming erotic novel, The Runaway. It is an expansion of my short story, The Tattletale. Here is the latest chapter. Since the chapter is rather long, I’ve broken it down into two parts for easier reading. Let me know what you think in the comments.
Once again Nigel and Margaret attended another gala charity event. Nigel left Ford instructions for the latest archival dig. After poring over papers and archival findings, he sat on the terrace, a single malt scotch in his hand. Besides the extensive wine cellars, the country house possessed other subterranean antechambers stocked with other rare spirits.
He held the tumbler on his chest, his breath slowly rising and falling. The setting sun bathed the grounds of the stately home in orange and red. The bottle of Macallan Edition No. 1 rested on the table.
Dorothy walked out to meet Ford. Her bare feet padded over to the chair. Without saying a word, she picked up the tumbler and gulped down the rest of the single malt. She wore her school uniform.
“Still fits,” she said.
She set the tumbler down and fiddled with her tie.
“Not for long,” Ford replied, his half-lidded eyes prowling over her lithe body.
“Would you be jealous if you had to share?”
She sat down on his knee, her hand tracing patterns on his jeans.
“Share? You’re being unnecessarily cryptic, my dear.”
“Cryptic? You’re so thick sometimes,” she said with a smirk.
“Tell me more about this so-called sharing?”
“I’d rather show you.”
She led Ford up to her bedroom. He trailed behind her, letting this wispy girl pull him back into the mansion and up staircases and through corridors. She led him by his pinky finger with puckish insouciance. To bring him here seemed almost too easy.
A mutual awakening would commence in a few short minutes.
* * * *
Ford followed Dorothy through circuitous stairwells and darkened hallways. The stately house sprawled with a decayed opulence. The Golden Age long since faded into glaucous nostalgia and brittle traditionalism.
A room decorated in Regency style led to a claustrophobic parlor, a preserved Victorian relic. More rooms passed by, each a sarcophagus of the past, each a dusty vitrine of aristocratic hauteur.
“How many rooms are in this place?” Ford asked.
Dorothy didn’t bother with an answer.
Ford silence signaled he knew the next room.
Boisterous noise from behind a door startled Ford.
“I thought we were all alone?”
“Absentminded professor,” she said as she opened the door. “I thought I told you today’s lesson would be about sharing?”
“Silly me,” Ford said, his voice quavering beyond the confines of sobriety.
Dorothy knew Ford’s weakness for indulgence. She knew she could tip him towards excess. When she first met him, she saw it in his eyes. The mannered politeness and hyper-erudite vocabulary hid a bawdy rake unencumbered by bourgeois morality and careerism.
This research project is nothing but a means to an end, she had thought. But what end?
Now she knew.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
So smart and so oblivious, she thought to herself.
When she entered her bedroom she looked around and pouted.
“Jerzy’s not here yet?” she said.
“What? Him? No,” a young guy said.
The one who spoke was one of two young men in the room. Each sat at a chair around a small table. Both stared at their smartphones, each with a posture of casual disdain. One man – although it would be better to call them boys because of their emotional immaturity – couldn’t stop padding his groin. Ford’s eyes goggled when he saw the boner struggling beneath the anonymous guy’s jeans.
“Who are these two?”
“Friends from town,” she said.
In actuality, she didn’t know who these two men were. Both were friends of Jerzy. He had told her their names but she had forgotten. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like any of them would become boyfriend and girlfriend after this planned encounter.
“She done yet?” the other asked.
“She who?” Ford asked.
“Just you wait.”
The shower stopped and Dorothy heard footsteps. When the door opened another woman entered the scene. A white terry cloth robe covered her petite figure. Around her head was an equally white towel.
The woman and two men snapped at each other in Polish.
“Oi!” Dorothy shouted. “Shut it! We have a guest, if you didn’t notice. Why don’t you introduce yourselves, you ungrateful sods.”
“Ivanko.”
“Boris.”
“Talia.”
“Ford,” he blurted.
“Ford like car?”
The Polish trio erupted in a fit of cruel laughter.
“Don’t be rude,” Dorothy chided.
“You didn’t bring us here for our manners,” Boris said.
“You brought us here for our huge manly cocks,” Ivanko said.
Dorothy rolled her eyes, a defensive mechanism to the rising tide of lecherousness. Did she really know what she was doing? Was she in over her head this time?
“So an orgy this time?” Ford asked.
“What was your first guess?” Ivanko said.
“Manners!” Dorothy snapped.
“You afraid I’m going to fuck your girlfriend?”
“Ivanko, be nice.”
“I know how to make Ivanko jealous,” Talia said as she grabbed Ford by the collar.
She pushed Ford down to the bed.
“Ivanko is big talker,” she half-whispered into Ford’s ear. “But his penis is so small.”
Unlike Dorothy, Talia’s black hair framed a face one could describe as classical. With a beauty mark on her cheek and deep brown eyes she exuded a cool confidence. She had the darkest skin of anybody in the room, a subtle shade of bronze. It’s like she had walked out of a Persian miniature. Yet her Polish accent made her sound like an exotic Soviet spy ready to a seduce a rakish secret agent.
She grabbed Ford’s thumb and guided it up to her robe. Dorothy stood by and observed.
“Ivanko and Boris think I am whore. Do you think I am whore?”
Ford parted her robe to reveal a pair of small breasts, dark nipples still erect from the recent shower. Her skin was soft to the touch.
“Do you like tits?” she asked. “Two boys think they too small.”
“No,” Ford said. “Just right. They are just right.”
Talia held his hands and slid them up to her breasts. His thumbs toyed with her nipples.
“I like your friend, Dorothy.”
Dorothy leaned over and kissed Talia.
“Ooo, we like, don’t we?” Ivanko said.
“Why don’t you show us your tits now?” Boris asked.
“Shut up, you bleedin’ sods!” Dorothy screamed. “Go suck each other’s dicks!”
By this time Ivanko and Boris had unzipped their pants to reveal a pair of tent-pole stiff cocks. Ford busied himself licking Talia’s nipples, his hands sliding down to cradle her ass. She then pushed Ford down and began to unzip his pants.
Dorothy walked over to Ivanko and Boris. She bent down to suck Ivanko’s cock, her tongue luxuriating the velvety crown. When sje took it in her mouth, she felt it swell. Boris walked over and let her jack him off. Ford’s cock, now freed by Talia’s able hands, joined the bacchanalia. His instrument held itself aloft, rigid and already coated with a glistening layer of pre-cum.
Talia’s robe fell to the floor. She stood before him, a petite nymph, naked and exotic, a Russian tulip ready to be licked.
“Tell me truth? Am I slut?” she asked.
“No,” Ford stammered.
“No? You liar!”
“Yes, yes you are a slut.”
Talia enjoyed making this overly educated man uncomfortable. A specialist of English, but naughty words making his mouth fall over itself.
“Slut and whore, like they say I am,” she said with a smile.
“You are a dirty whore,” Ford said and then gasped as Talia slid herself on to his throbbing cock.
Dorothy had moved on to the bed, the jumper of her schoolgirl uniform now open. She set herself down and arched her back. Ivanko and Boris pawed her exposed breasts while her hands pumped the two stiff dicks. She could barely close her hand around the two stiff rods.
Rough hands slid down her panties. A hand touched her wet pussy. Another pinched her nipple, stiffening it between thumb and forefinger. The trio began to wrestle off their clothes, cocks flopping comically as Boris and Ivanko kicked away jeans snagged on ankles. Dorothy gasped when Boris’s mouth closed around her nipple. He sucked and tongued it with reckless abandon. Despite having his jeans stubbornly ringed around his ankles, his cock became moistened with sticky pre-cum.
As the comic eroticism of disrobing continued, a pair of drunkards stumbled through the door. The man wore faded denims and a wife beater. The woman – she couldn’t have been a cunt-hair’s-breath past nineteen – wore a leather jacket over a too-tight Black Eyed Peas babydoll t-shirt. She wore denims that seemed painted on. Both wore unlaced Doc Martens.
Dorothy recognized one of them immediately.
“Jerzy!” she said, leaping from the bed, her limbs disengaging from the tangle of the incomplete threeway.
“Monkey!” he bellowed.
He handed the vodka to his female companion.
They kissed, his hand pawing her exposed nipples.
“You dripping wet. You start without?”
“Who is she?” Dorothy asked.
“I Jana!” the young woman replied.
Dorothy’s eyes followed the vodka bottle as it ascended. Jana took a heroic swig and handed it over to Jerzy.
Jana then pulled in Dorothy to give her a sloppy wet kiss.
“New best friend,” Jana said, her breath smelling like nail polish remover. “When to fuck?”
“I thought your wife was pregnant?”
“Wife at home. Jana girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” Dorothy said with raised eyebrow.
“Girl for now.”
“Really. I didn’t know you were such a rogue.”
“Love wife. She only for fuck. Like we for fuck. Help you first time.”
Jana kissed Jerzy on the cheek and began to strip.
“Want play,” she said. “Many big cocks.”
When Jana joined in the sweaty scrum she positioned herself above Ford’s mouth. She spread her legs wide to let him lick her dripping nectar. Ivanko and Boris crawled over to let her pump their engorged cocks.
Dorothy became momentarily distracted, eyes focused on Jana’s glistening cunt-lips. She also admired her idiosyncratic Slavic beauty. Jana’s face combined high cheekbones, a long nose with a prominent bridge, set apart eyes, and a dainty chin. Any singular element would register as wrong, but together they created a nymphic alchemy.
Jana stared back, her luscious brown-green eyes drinking up Dorothy’s latent sapphic lusts. When Ford was finished lapping up her vaginal ambrosia, Dorothy wanted to dive into those delicate labial folds and the perfumed interior of her wet pink cunt.
“Jana very with good sex having,” Jerzy said.
Dorothy tore her gaze away from the fuck-obsessed slut and feverishly pumped Jerzy’s swollen rod.
“But you very good also.”
She enclosed her mouth around his stiffening member. Caressing his balls she tasted the pre-cum, delicately teasing the base of his glans. Then she slid her tongue down his shaft and sucked his balls, all the while her thumb and pointer finger squeezed beneath his glans. She felt the head swell to even greater size as she cut off the flow of semen from his throbbing cock.
She further exacerbated the situation when she rubbed against him, her erect nipples sliding across its length.
In the background she heard Ford pounding against Talia. Although she didn’t see them, sweat glazed both their bodies, lubricating their unhinged and perverted lusts. Talia and Jana kissed, tongues dancing like snakes, as Ford kneaded Jana’s taut little ass. Ivanko and Boris complicated this ensemble: Ivanko inserting his glossy rod into Jana’s perky asshole; Boris slid inside Talia’s tightened orifice.
Dorothy’s bedroom reverberated with passionate screams and moans accompanied by the rhythmic smacks of flesh against flesh. The spell would break when one of the triumvirate ejaculated.
“Let’s join party,” Jerzy said as Dorothy rode his erect rod. His big hands kneaded her tits as his thumbs teased her nipples.
They uncoupled their wet bodies and joined the fray. Jerzy’s cock searched for a willing mouth and Dorothy’s cunt and ass craved erect dicks to be thrust inside her. She wanted to be filled. In the end, she wanted to collapse in a heap, her hot vents leaking rivers of jism on to her once clean sheets.
What she wanted most was defilement.
The bleach smell filling her nostrils and her body glazed by rivers of cum unleashed from the many cocks thrusting and fucking around her.
Her daydream became interrupted when Ivanko and Boris rejoined. She let them slide inside her. Ivanko pushed himself inside her, his huge meaty cock sliding into her already moistened cunt.
Boris took her from the rear. Boris took her with an admixture of uncouth savagery and exquisite politesse. He would fuck her but good, but he would still be a gentleman about it.
She continued to suck Jerzy’s cock. Her tongue taunted and slithered around the velvety head, daring him to come. Her fingers teased his balls. Each one rock hard. Primed for a sticky explosion.
A hand roughly grasped her breast. Fingers pinched her nipple. She didn’t know who they belonged to and she didn’t really care. She enjoyed drowning into the pleasurable sensations. In the background she heard Ford’s body slapping against the thighs of Jerzy’s girlfriend. If that’s really what the relationship. But amid the snarl of wet sweaty limbs any pre-existing yoke of partnership collapsed in on itself. What was going on was more primordial, beyond the artifice of civilization and culture.
Beyond the excuses we make for ourselves, Dorothy thought.
Jana moaned in gleeful abandon as Talia took another swig from the cheap-ass vodka. She poured some on her small tits and let Ford lick her erect nipples. As he licked he fucked Jana harder.
“I want to taste your semen,” Talia said, her Russian accent slurred by the booze coursing through her veins.
“No, I want to taste his cum,” Jana shot back. “Mister, can I taste your cum?”
Ford flipped her over and stared into Jana’s eyes. He pumped hard and swift. His forehead pressed against hers. After a couple minutes of punishing thrusts into her hot wet cunt, he withdrew. Without a word, he turned around and knee-walked in the direction of Dorothy’s delirious fourway. She still sucked the cocks of Boris and Ivanko while Jerzy busily fucked her. Her tits bounced with each successive thrust from Jerzy’s muscular thighs.
Before Ford could release on to Dorothy’s sweaty body he met Jerzy’s hand.
“Wait your turn,” he said, not even looking at Ford.
Ford bristled.
He tried again.
“Wait your turn,” he repeated, this time his voice edged with menace. Like Ford he was also primed to erupt. Like Ford he also wanted to slather his hot seed all over Dorothy’s flat smooth stomach and sweat-covered breasts.
Animals, Dorothy thought. Fighting over territory.
Ford and Jerzy stared at each other for long moments, although it didn’t interrupt Jerzy’s brutal pumping.
“You like?” he asked, his voice taunting. “You like watch my dick deep in girlfriend?”
“She’s not my–”
Interrupted mid-sentence, Talia and Jana grabbed Ford and wrestled him back on to the bed. Jana held him down, pushing her breasts into his face as Talia jerked him off.
Dorothy giggled and then resumed double-fisting erect cocks. She teased the swollen glans on both. This made Boris and Ivanko moan.
“Let him see,” Jerzy said to Jana. “Let him see what I do.”
Jana grabbed Ford’s head and pushed it in Jerzy’s direction.
“You see, Professor, you see!”
He pulled out of Dorothy and spilled his hot cum all over her. With a puckish grin on his face, he took his dick and rubbed it against his semen. His manipulated his still erect penis like a giant paintbrush, wiping it across her wet glistening thighs, over her navel, and across her stomach.
Jerzy’s fingers traveled lazily across her breasts, stopping to tease and thumb her nipples. His finger found its way to her hot cunt. As he began to finger her, Dorothy began to moan. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip.
“Let Mr. Ford to see you make come,” he said.
If Ford hadn’t been restrained by both Talia and Jana, he probably would have lunged up and punched Jerzy in the face.
“Fuck you!” Ford snapped. “Fu–”
Talia found Jana’s panties and shoved them in his mouth.
“Oh yes … paint your tits,” Boris said as he came, aiming his massive fleshly instrument towards Dorothy’s chest.
He jizzed in long ropes of pearly spooj.
Dorothy moaned and then held open her mouth to let Ivanko deposit his seed on her tongue and down her throat.
“You like?” Jerzy asked. “You like his taste?”
Dorothy nodded and then swallowed. She smiled and let Jerzy kiss her.
He fingered her harder. Two fingers pushed deep, exploring her inner folds as his thumb found her clitoris. He tweaked her clit, rubbing it, pushing it, and bending it.
Sweat formed on Dorothy’s knitted brow. She held the headboard, trying to hold on for dear life as Jerzy’s fingers brought her ever closer to orgasm.
Meanwhile Talia had her upper legs over Ford’s face while she and Jana teased his cock. Jana sucked his balls while Talia rapidly pumped his shaft. Talia placed her lips around his glans and sucked hard. Her tongue traveled back and forth across the velvety surface. Like Dorothy he was close.
As his back arched both girls knew it was the signal. A job well done by the pair elicited a massive jet of cum. The first pulse hit the back of the headboard. For several long seconds he gushed forth, his hot jizz streaming from his massive cock, the tool pulsating in their hands.
Talia ran her fingers over his swollen glans. This made Ford jerk and flinch as he made noises that sounded like he was in agonizing pain.
“Ooo, you’re sensitive,” Talia said. “Tough boy with sensitive penis.”
Her sing-songy voice sounded utterly emasculating.
The two petite nymphs finished their handywork by licking the sperm off Ford’s chest.
“You behave,” Jana said, grasping the base of Ford’s dick and smacking it repeatedly against his chest. “You naughty boy.”
“No, my turn to play with dick,” Talia said.
Again, the thumbed Ford’s swollen glans and his body jerked. Talia, oblivious to her charge’s painful writhing, instead kissed Jana. Their tongues played, fueled by mischief and depravity, beginning with kisses of artificial innocence and continuing to stray kittenish licks down their faces and necks. Each tongue finding stray rivulets of sticky cum.
The duo’s reverie got interrupted when Ivanko slapped Talia on her ass. She lunged at him, her eyes feral and her face contorted into a snarl.
Dorothy watched the unfolding drama until she realized Jana’s tongue on her stomach. So close, so near the precipice of ultimate satisfaction, she snatched Jana by the hair and pulled her towards her face. Without hesitation she kissed Jerzy’s girlfriend. She tasted Jana’s tongue. She could still taste Ford’s cum on her face. Jana busily licked off the sticky goodness left by the masculine trio.
Jerzy bent over and bit Jana’s ass.
She let out a squeak and then a giggle. Turning around, she pointed her finger at Jerzy and scolded him.
“Continue to make lesbian with Monkey,” Jerzy said.
When Dorothy finally came, her body rocked with delirious abandon. She let out a loud scream followed by entire frame writhing for what felt like an eternity. What followed were a series of shivers. It gave her goosebumps, even if the room felt like a sauna.
During the maelstrom of pleasure and pleasures, she hadn’t noticed Jana sucking her nipple as she played with herself. Meanwhile Ford and Talia held each other close. Their sweaty bodies rolled around the bed. She saw Ford was still erect or had recently become erect following the femdom teasing.
“You are such a beautiful slut-whore,” he said to Talia. He said with such sincerity and honest. Beneath the insult lay a profound respect. They kissed, Ford indifferent to the cum dripping down her chin, his hands traveling down her shoulders and across her back to her butt. He gave her ass a squeeze, making Talia giggle. One hand gently stroked her jet black hair. Cradling her head in his hand, he turned her over and kissed her neck until his mouth found her breast. He tongued her nipple slowly, exploring its dark skin.
When Talia sighed Dorothy noticed Ford’s hand moving toward her pussy. Talia sighed again and Dorothy felt like a voyeur, an interloper peering into the private intimacies of two people welded together in a special relationship.
She felt uninvited.
A hand forced her head back. It belonged to Jana. The Polish girl stared into her eyes, the look a combination of the disapproving and the predatory. Dorothy and Jana kissed again, emissaries of erotic detente.
Boy or girl, old or young, Dorothy took pleasure in them all. She left Ford to his rent-a-cunt and enjoyed the sybaritic bliss of Jana and Jerzy.
©Lloyd Feldspar 2017
To read more about Ford, check out my short story Hitting the Rebound. If you are into hot MILF sex, please read my short story The Housewife and the Heatwave.
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