A Party in the Sky - Sex Stories

A Party in the Sky

... Blanche-” “Oh, why don’t you just get it out?” Blanche spat. She shot them both a glare. Polly reached for Blanche’s arm, her face a picture of concern. Blanche pulled it away. “Just get it out, go on! Polly, that’s what you like isn’t it? A nice fat cock!” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “Go on, get it out!” Blanche surprised herself by picking up a knife. It was only a blunt butter knife, but she wielded it like Lady Macbeth. Lain put up his hands anyway. Blanche couldn’t tell if she was being humoured or not. Polly pursed her lips, then shrugged, unfastened Lain’s trousers and removed his shorts. He looked uneasy. “Right!” Blanche said. “See how you like it! She waved the butter knife at Polly, who sighed wearily. Blanche knelt in front of Lain, shoved open his legs and started licking his limp penis. “Like that do you!” Blanche barked. Lain cleared his throat. “Um, actually, I kind of do.” Blanche jabbed his thigh pointlessly with the knife, making him yelp; more in surprise than pain. “Not you, her! You like this? Hmm?” Blanche dipped her head and took the swelling member into her mouth. Lain groaned and Blanche’s head spun. This wasn’t going right. Polly shone, her arms folded as if to say, “Go on, then!” Blanche made theatrical noises. “Mm! Yummy cock! Mm!” and Lain shifted in his chair. Polly’s eyes crackled, the corner of her mouth lifting. Blanche didn’t know what to do next. She knew that face. It was the face that watched her strip sometimes; the one watched ...

... her pleasure herself. This was all wrong. Lain was enormous, too. Now he was fully hard, Blanche could hardly get her mouth around him. He peered down at her as she slid her head along his length and when she glowered up at him as if to say, “Take that!” he closed his eyes and shuddered. Worse, Blanche felt her temper… dampening. The half-resolved horniness from earlier was blossoming in her middle. No! She cursed, No! No! No! Blanche gasped off the monster member and knelt back, rubbing him hard with both hands. She had an idea. She would teach him a lesson. “You love this don’t you, Mr Billionaire?” He groaned, she rubbed faster. “Always get what you want, don’t you?” She sucked his taut bell one more time, ran her tongue around it. “You want to cum in my mouth right now, don’t you?” She rubbed him insanely fast, curled her flat tongue out to his end. He gritted his teeth. Polly dropped to her knees, right beside them, eyes wide, riveted. “Well you can’t!” Blanche shouted, releasing the twitching penis and leaping to her feet. She grabbed Polly’s hand as if to drag her off into the sunset. “You can’t have me, or my girlfriend!” It didn’t go quite to plan. Where could they go anyway, 2000 feet up in a balloon? Polly stayed put. Lain was a picture of panic, confusion and disappointment. He gripped his mighty phallus in both hands, like it was a rocket that might go off any second. Which in lots of ways, it was. “You silly girl!” Polly said and quickly stood, yanking off her ...