Surrogates. KD Grace

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СКАЧАТЬ between them until he had exploded in heavy spurts into Bel’s mouth. And she had sucked him dry like she was a baby at nursing time.

      Now, all he could think of was doing the same thing to Francie, though her breasts were smaller, the squeeze would be tighter, but he’d be slick from the licking she would give him beforehand. His balls clenched at the thought.

      Bel guided his hand down between her legs, sliding his fingers into the familiar pouting folds of her pussy. ‘I’m so wet for you,’ she breathed against the top of his head. She was creamy and heavy, and her clit strained against his thumb as he probed her. Her eyelids fluttered and her breath hitched, and he couldn’t wait any longer, thinking of Francie as he was. He freed his cock over the top of his boxers, crawled in between her legs and pushed home. She uttered a little cry as he began to thrust, concentrating hard on the vision of Francie’s lovely cunt full to the hilt with the courgette, imagining it was his cock pushing into her instead.

      * * *

      Damn it! Bel was so tired of Dan climbing on to her silently and going at it. Oh, he always made her come, or rather she made herself come, but it was getting harder and harder not to just fake it and be done with it. She should have known better than to ask for sex tonight. She could have slept in her bedroom, like she usually did these days, and had a good go with her vibe. It would have been easier.

      She wrapped her legs around his waist to at least get a little stimulation against her clit where she needed it.

      ‘Shall I play with your clit?’ he asked between gritted teeth.

      ‘No,’ she grunted. ‘No, I’m all right.’ He was getting close, she could tell. He might have to finish her off with his fingers if he came first, and she hated that. She hated trying to come with him nodding off, with his mind who knew where, but wherever it was, it definitely wasn’t on what he was doing to her. She shifted again to get more friction and gripped his cock tighter, straining from the effort of pressing up to meet him,

      The thought came uninvited into her head, but suddenly it was there: Ellen with the little droplets of sweat glistening against the lovely pert tops of her breasts, Ellen with her nipples pressing against the pink French-cut T-shirt that did little to disguise her lack of a bra. Ellen missing Bel’s cheek with her goodbye kiss, after her massage, and settling it firmly, not fleetingly but firmly, on Bel’s lips. Then there was that lovely opportunistic tongue darting in to take advantage of Bel’s surprised gasp. And suddenly they were tongue-dancing, mouth to mouth, breast to breast, body to body, and Bel damn near came in her panties from the sheer pleasure of it.

      Her pussy gushed at the thought and clamped down tight on Dan’s cock. He gave a hard grunt in response, and she thrust up to meet him with renewed energy.

      She’d hurried away from her massage session all flustered and confused. Oh, Ellen had offered an embarrassed apology, but in the car on the drive home Bel had come, with her fingers raking at the crotch of her knickers, while sitting there in traffic, thinking about Ellen’s luscious mouth, thinking about the feel of Ellen’s titties against hers. And oh, how she had come! It had been so easy. And now, with Dan tensing at the approach of his orgasm, she thought about what would have happened if she had slid Ellen’s hand up under her skirt. Would the woman have fingered her wet pussy? Would she have guided Bel’s hand to return the favour? And what would it feel like to diddle another woman’s cunt? God, she suddenly wanted to know.

      ‘I’m coming,’ Dan gasped, with a thrust that felt like it would go clear through her.

      Thinking hard of how it felt to come on her own fingers, knowing just how soft and warm and wet a woman’s vulva is when she’s aroused, thinking about Ellen’s sweet lips, she gripped his cock with her cunt, bore down hard and tumbled over the edge with him.

      * * *

      Francie would have laughed at the irony of the situation if the joke hadn’t been on her. Her bedroom window faced Dan’s bedroom window. She knew that because he told her. He told Francie that there were nights when Bel was asleep that he would stand in front of the window and masturbate thinking of her. There had even been nights when they’d seen each other, and she had stood naked, wanting to show herself to him. Oh, she knew he could barely see her at that distance. But while he masturbated, he would know that she was naked with her fingers dancing over her clit and dipping between her labia while she thought of him. And she wanted him to know that.

      But he wasn’t at the window tonight. He was fucking his wife. She felt that knowledge with an ache that was almost physical. She felt it down low between her hipbones. And she was horny. It really pissed her off that, for some stupid-arsed reason, knowing the two of them were humping and grinding and grunting made her outrageously horny, even as it ripped her heart out.

      She untied the knot that held her robe closed around her waist and let it slide off her shoulders. Her breasts felt heavy and full, and the cool breeze blowing in the window made her nipples pucker and stretch. She could smell her pussy, like a warm brimming tide pool. She slipped two fingers in between her folds and felt her silky slip and slide yield to the touch. She wondered if Simon had smelled her when he found her in the greenhouse, all wet and slippery from just coming. Surely he had. How could he not?

      Oh God, Simon. He had made the rest of her day bearable. If Cook hadn’t interrupted, would he have fucked her right there on the staging table in the greenhouse? She wouldn’t have needed a courgette. She smiled as she thought of the size of his cock pressing so anxiously against the thin fabric of her panties. Would he have actually fucked her, though? Or would he have been a gentleman and perhaps asked her out for drinks first?

      And what about her? Would she have let him take her, knowing why he was in the position in the first place, knowing that her tears and her distress had motivated him, that she had thrown herself at him like some brazen slut. And yet he certainly wasn’t put off by her advances. He seemed happy to take it to the next level. And he was a gardener. Good with his hands. She could tell that by the way he handled her seedlings. She wondered what else he could do with those lovely hard hands. Her pussy gripped and pouted, gripped and pouted against the scissoring of her fingers, and her clit felt like it would burst with its fullness.

      She looked out at the darkened window of Dan’s room. Then, thinking of Simon rubbing against her crotch with his heavy erection, she leaned her back against the window frame and perched on the sill, carefully moving aside the hefty forest cactus cascading in the moonlight. Once she was settled, she lifted one leg on to the sill and opened herself lewdly, imagining what might have happened if she’d had time to undo Simon’s trousers, release his hard-on and shove aside the insubstantial crotch of her already wet panties. He was right there, so close, so ready. And she was slick and swollen. He would have barely had to do anything but shift his hips slightly. She would have guided him in, in deep and hard and tight. Then she would have laid back on the table, wrapped her legs around him and watched him through the shafts of sunlight flooding the greenhouse. She would have watched him thrust and shove and grunt until he came, until they both came, and that empty spot for Dan would somehow not be quite so empty any more. In her mind’s eye, she imagined what Simon’s lovely face would look like when his body tightened in the throes of an ejaculation. And with a gush of wetness and a shudder that nearly knocked the plant off the sill and shook her to the core, she came on her fingers, imagining that she’d been riding Simon Paris’s cock, while Dan looked on longingly from just outside the greenhouse door.

      Chapter Four

      Ellen Martin went to the homes of her more exclusive clients. They paid her a lot for the privilege. She was that good. But Bel enjoyed going for her massage at the health club surrounded by the sweaty metal-and-leather atmosphere СКАЧАТЬ