It was only when they were both naked, that Natasha became aware of the mirrors. Wherever she looked there was the reflected image of Lucinda Lovebrace kneeling with Barrie’s cock in her mouth. Natasha found it incredibly exciting, more so than when Barrie had used her own mouth. Had he received a blow job from her before? If he had, he certainly didn’t learn from it. Her tongue flicked lightly over the head before she took it into her mouth again. Her sharp teeth nibbled then raked up and down the shaft. God, Barrie was about to come. She did nothing to resist, his hips were out of control, but she brought it to the brink and then, expertly backed off. Her tongue swirled along the shaft to lick his testicles. She felt a hand pushing Barrie’s ‘old boy’ to one side and looked down to see her big brown eyes gazing up at her. She felt her warm breath bathe over them as she spoke. ‘Does Natasha give a good blow job?’
Natasha reflected on the shower experience on the first morning in Barrie’s body. Based on that she could have said yes, but chose to tell the truth. ‘Natasha’s not into blow jobs.’
‘She prefers to have your magnificent cock inside her does she?’ She gave a wicked grin before flicking her tongue from side to side as it slowly travelled up the shaft. Natasha could hear Barrie groaning, almost whimpering with pleasure, but knew she was responsible. Then, somehow, despite the waves of pleasure, she had a coherent thought – how did she know her name was Natasha? The eyes laughed at her when she asked the question. She nibbled at the tip of his penis before answering.
‘You told me, don’t you remember? When I handed you the photograph? You told me her name. How do you think I managed to hack into the data base?’
She was mocking his stupidity which made Natasha angry. Would he have reacted as violently? Would he have felt the same loathing she felt on finding herself in bed with Lucinda Lovebrace who convulsed into a shuddering climax almost as soon as Barrie’s cock entered her. Now she had her ankles wrapped around him, digging into his backside, urging deeper penetration. Natasha thrust furiously with an equal measure of lust and hate, but nothing was enough for Lucinda Lovebrace; she screamed for more, clawing his back with her long finger nails and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. She implored him to tug on her nipples. Natasha used Barrie’s strong fingers roughly, tweaking, pulling and she loved it. She was having orgasm after orgasm, begging for more. Barrie’s big hands massaged her magnificent breasts spreading the flow of juices from her nipples. Still she wanted more, pleading with a look of sheer desperation as her convulsions started again, then relaxed into a wonderful smile as she experienced yet another release. She urged him to greater efforts.
‘You can make this the best fuck ever Barrie. This is the ultimate. I can feel it. I know it. Fuck me – fuck me hard. Harder – Oh God please – Harder!’
Natasha thrust into her in a frenzy. She could feel Barrie was about to come and she wanted to bury his enormous penis deep into her. His hands slipped off the wet breasts onto her shoulders. She was screaming ’Yes! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!’ Natasha had no intention of stopping, not until Barrie was sated. Everything became an erotic blur. Barrie panting and groaning. Her ecstatic screams. Then – it was over. Her body limp. Eyes staring; teeth bared in a ghastly smile.
A horrified Natasha slowly released Barrie’s hands from around her throat.
In a leafy suburb, south of Birmingham, Lucy’s Mercedes was parked in the driveway of a modernised 1930’s semi. In the back bedroom, Suzy moaned softly as Julie gently tugged at her clitoris with exploring lips. She would never subject her to the frantic rubbing which drove Lucy crazy. Suzy was always on a slow burn, moving deliciously beneath her administrations. She began to breathe harder as she reached her first climax, her hips lifting to push her sex hard against Julie’s face. As she sunk back again, Julie followed her running her tongue slowly up and down her inner labia and then gently probing into her vagina. Her second climax built quickly. She squealed and moaned squirming against Julie’s penetrating tongue. As her shuddering diminished, Julie moved her hands around the outside of her thighs and up to her breasts. They were small and pert, with nipples enormously out of proportion when erect. Julie rolled them gently between her fingers as she rolled her tongue around inside her. As her hips lifted again, Julie slid her hands quickly down her waist and under her buttocks. Now she was completely at her mercy. She sucked her throbbing clitoris into her mouth. Suzy gasped. ’No Julie, please, no more; you’re driving me crazy.’ On a high from Suzy’s frantic reactions Julie took it as signal to continue. Her unrelenting tongue flickered around the base of Suzy’s engorged clitoris until, with squeals of delight; she shuddered into yet another nerve twitching climax. Julie was tempted to go on but relented as a breathless Suzy pleaded for mercy. She moved up beside her, kissing and sucking at her pale flesh, pausing to give special attention those small, but shapely breasts before fastening onto her full lips. Suzy returned her kisses, gently at first, then with more fervour, her tongue probing until she rolled on top and squirmed her way down to work her magic on Julie.
The bedside lamp which had cast a warm glow for their love making was still on. Suzy had brought her to an incredibly satisfying climax. Julie looked at her as she slept and felt that wonderful flickering pulse return between her legs. They would make love again and again, but perhaps not tonight. She had an overwhelming need to drive back to Hamsworth and tell Lucy she had fallen in love and could no longer continue with their relationship, physical and business.
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
Detective Inspector Ian Cardhew kept a wary eye on the saucepan as he put bread in the toaster. The eggs had been placed in cold water and as soon as it came to the boil, he would give them exactly two minutes. His mother liked her boiled eggs on the hard side of soft.
The house he had grown up in had been substantially altered since he married and moved away eighteen years ago. An extension on the back provided another bedroom and quadrupled the size of the kitchen, which now incorporated a dining area. He laid for two on the table, deliberately avoiding the place usually occupied by his father. Burying him yesterday had been a sad business. There had been some jollity at the wake, as was usually the case, but now his mother had to face the reality of life on her own. He was staying with her for the weekend, hoping to persuade her not to be too hasty. She wanted to sell the house and move to Hamsworth, which was not a good idea. All her friends lived in, or close, to Ruislip and if she moved to Hamsworth she would be relying on him for company and his job demanded long, irregular hours. Apart from that, he had been thinking of applying for a move. Nothing much happened in Hamsworth and although he liked that when he first arrived from the Met, now he wanted more action. You could only investigate so many stolen tractor cases without losing your edge.
The first bubble broke the surface. He glanced at his watch and turned the gas down to maintain a steady boil. He looked at the framed photographs on the sideboard, one of the few pieces of furniture to have survived the 1990’s modernisation programme, pursued with his mother’s usual vigour. His father had been more pragmatic, a trait which probably saved the sideboard and made him such a good copper. He picked up the small photograph of him in uniform. He would have been about his age when the picture was taken, proudly wearing sergeant stripes. He never progress any further, refusing to take exams which his superiors urged him to take and he could easily have passed. The truth was he was happy with his lot and got a great deal of satisfaction in helping young constables who came through his station. He had the happy knack of being able to spot talent. The chapel at the crematorium was packed to overflowing with people who had benefited from his helping hand; many of them high ranking officers.