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pulled her forward from the metal wall so he
could wrench her wrists behind her back, securing them with some sort of tie.
Her heartbeat trebled in pace. This was new territory.
    ‘Tell me more about her, you dirty little
bitch!’
    Tension hunched Jenny’s shoulders as
flutters of lust shot through her clenched muscles. She couldn’t believe how
turned on her confinement and his crude words made her.
    ‘Jo was exquisite. I’ve told you before. We
had sex loads when I was a student.’
    John grabbed Jenny’s ponytail and pulled
her head back as far as it would go. ‘I want details, woman!’
    Speaking faster, Jenny spouted out her
words as he reached between her legs and drew a fingernail against her
vulnerable clit. ‘We would lick each other out. Jo’s tongue against me felt
incredible, and she tasted out of this world, like peaches…I…’ Jenny’s
description was cut short as he yanked her head back so vigorously that she
fell onto her back, her bound arms crushed underneath her. She was vaguely
aware of a few DVD boxes falling onto her as John shuffled around on his knees.
    ‘Like this, you mean?’ His insistent
probing tongue began exploring between her legs. Jenny came on his third lick,
but John ignored her shaking frame. She thought she’d go insane, as deaf to her
cries, the courier continued to eat her out. On and on he went until his lips
were replaced with his smacking palm, falling against her spasming cunt.
    Jenny might have yelled, she wasn’t sure.
Nothing seemed real. Her head spun and her body jerked with an intensity that
was spurred on by the force behind his slaps. Aware of nothing but John, she
allowed him to roll her over so that she was strewn across his knees. He’d said
he’d spank her, and now he did just that, relentlessly.
    ‘I have more questions for you.’ John cut
off her squeals, and the smacks, which had echoed in the enclosed space, became
softer and quieter.
    Jenny made a sort of desperate mewling
sound, her previous orgasm forgotten in her need to feel the height of climax
again. She strained her ears to hear him above the sound of her own moans.
    ‘How big were her tits?’
    Moistening her lips as much as she could,
Jenny muttered, ‘Same as mine.’
    ‘Did she do blokes as well?’
    ‘No.’
    The guttural moan that followed her answer
made Jenny wish she could see John’s face. She was sure it would be glowing
with a dangerous thirst as his life-long fantasies were acted out in his head.
    Abruptly his hands stopped her punishment,
and Jenny was pushed off his lap, her wrists released. ‘Let’s see if we
sixty-nine better than you and Jo, shall we?’
    It was a question that needed no reply.
With a fumbled tug he removed the blindfold, and Jenny’s first sight as she
came out of her enforced darkness was of a gloriously excited dick heading at
full throttle to her mouth. Lowering himself on top of Jenny, John’s face met
her clit. He nipped, licked, and bit at her delectable pussy until Jenny’s
vision clouded, and she came again with a body-wracking howl that thoroughly
tested the suspension of John’s van.

Still Friday
    Confessing

 
 
    Even as she helped
John clear up the cascade of films that their flailing limbs had consigned to
the floor, Jenny felt the bloom of a deep ache in her body, which she knew
would remind her of this fantastic shag for days to come.
    John began to stack up a pile of fallen
leaflets. ‘So, can I ask when you had your last bloke?’
    ‘I briefly tried the boyfriend thing again
about three years ago. It started as a blind date arranged by a friend, and
ended only two months later. Disaster doesn’t even come close to describing the
situation. He was good-looking, clever, and made me laugh, but when it came to
sex he didn’t have a clue. If I’d drawn him a map, he’d still have got lost
down there.’
    John laughed as he carried on clearing up.
‘That’s a hell of a gap between then and now, Jen. I mean, you’re one