What a sight she made undulating against him, her body like a stripe of pale pink frosting wiggling on a chocolate eclair. Her head lolled back, and that rose bobbed beside her ear…faster as their intensity increased. Billy's lips moved from one rounded breast to the other, lost in kisses that smacked wetly each time he released the suction. His cock pointed at me from between her legs, and I badly wanted to rush over and suck it.
But no, Miss Pink had planned her work and was working her plan. "Stick it inside me," she whispered, her desire a sibilant echo in this low-ceilinged room. "Ram that cock up my cunt, Billy, and fuck me with it all night long."
What man doesn't want to hear that? Tripplehorn was obeying the call of his wild, primal urges as much as heeding Pink's request, and with one swift injection he filled her. She cried out, riding him like a cowgirl taming a bronc. Billy's face tightened with his imminent climax, and his longer, darker body began to curl around hers.
"Now!" she commanded, and he complied with a hoarse growl. Pink pumped him frantically, until jism ran down his tight thighs and his hands spanned her backside to hold her in place.
"Oh no you don't!" she replied with a giggle. "I'm in control here! You'd better be ready for my next command, big boy."
They suddenly became airborne acrobats, rolling off the wall into a series of somersaults, still joined at the hip. I watched in amazement as their bodies spun toward me in slow motion. Billy gripped her, his face a mask of elation and fear as he fought to right himself-to regain the upper position before they would surely hit the floor. Yet as I stepped out of their path, Pink pivoted to miss the wall, grinning triumphantly at me.
"Pump harder, Billy," she teased. "If you stop, we'll fall! And I so love the sensation of effortless, weightless flight. Don't you?"
His answer was a grunt of renewed effort, for he believed the vixen in his grip would let go if he didn't obey her. Over and under her he spun, his hips still flexing to keep Pink filled as she propelled them in slow loops around the dimly lit room. When they neared the sconces, I saw the sweat on his arms and face…the concentration he'd never had to call upon with other women.
While it did my heart good to see him under a lover's sway, I was worried: even if Pink released him to me when she finished, would Billy still want me? A mortal female couldn't compete with the extraordinary experience he was having right now.
"Now come, Billy!" his instructor cried. "Shoot me full of your juice again!"
"But I just-only a few minutes ago-"
"Is this a problem? Would you rather just give it up and give in to my wicked inclinations?" Pink spun them suddenly out of orbit, her incisors flashing in the candlelight as she tossed him on top of Perfidia's glowing green casket. "Shall we awaken this lady and let her join us? I'm sure she's been watching with great interest!"
Billy, bless his heart, struggled mightily to rise from the flat, thin partition that separated him from the more sinister vampire. His flailing was in vain, however. Even though Miss Pink floated several inches above him now, tickling only the very tip of his cock with the rim of her slit, she held him fast by the sheer power of her will.
"Face it, Billy," she said in a low voice. "You've met a lover you can't control or outperform. For the first time in your life you must submit to the whims of another-and my whims are nothing, compared to what Perfidia and Pandora will subject you to!"
She lowered her supple body onto his extended member then, and began to slide up and down his pole so slowly that my own slit wept with need. As I watched, fascinated, my palms felt the coarse friction of his chest hair as Pink stroked it; my thighs stretched from straddling his, still sticky from his previous climax. The heat of his fine, muscled body set my own afire, while his passion resonated in my veins. My God, but he was fine! I had known that when he bedded me, of course, but it was another perspective altogether to witness his beauty from a distance.
It was also the incentive I needed to snatch him back-before it was too late; before Pink forgot herself in her youthful exuberance. Or before Perfidia knocked them to the floor and shoved her younger Sister aside. I thought I saw subtle movement inside the shining green casket.
"Rather humbling, isn't it, big boy?" Pink continued in that soft siren's voice. "To have a woman calling your shots…to please her so completely you risk losing yourself…your very soul, when you shoot your seed inside her. But that's exactly what you're going to do, Mr. Tripplehorn. Again and again, until I've tired of you."
Fear flickered across his dark brow, but he covered it with a cocky grin. "There's not a woman alive who'll tire of me before I can-"
"Ah, but am I alive, Billy?" Pink impaled herself so deeply on his cock that he was pressed tight against the casket lid. "Now come, boy! Shoot me so hard I fly toward the ceiling!"
While he detested her belittling nickname, his member had a mind of its own. With a groan that started low and then filled the shadowy room, Tripplehorn squeezed his eyes shut. He cut loose inside her, and they rose as one into the dimness again. Upward they shot, with the force of his climax, and then downward they drifted, as though floating on a cloud of utter contentment.
I can't tell you how outright envious I was: envious of Billy because he was making love in a dimension mere mortals cannot attain, and envious of the young woman astride him for being in control of such a marvelous man. Pink was at least considerate enough to let him catch his breath, but not two minutes passed before she was badgering him again.
"I'll have to insist upon another one, Billy," the temptress cajoled. "You notice, don't you, that while you have climaxed twice, I'm still in the early twitching stages. So do it again-unless you're not man enough."
This time their trip around the room resembled an aerial ballet. The wily vampire, endearingly mussed and childlike, turned in her lover's arms. She led Tripplehorn into a series of slow pirouettes that kept their bodies in contact-her flirtatious backside rubbing against his abdomen-until once again, that cock rose to the occasion. About the time they were floating in front of me, the redhead bent forward to entice him inside her.
And what could he do but obey? Although he was showing signs of strain, Billy entered her yet again, keeping up the carnal rhythm of that dance they performed to the beat of the blood in their veins. Gracefully, beautifully, they spun away from me, upright yet a full two feet from the floor. Their bodies moved as one, and again I grew concerned that after such a dance with this tantalizing vampire, my lover would consider me too mundane to mate with again.
Pink clasped Billy's hands and thrust herself forward, rather like the carved naked lady on the bow of a ship. With her arms extended upward she led him, the backs of her thighs and knees to the fronts of his, thrusting enough that I saw several inches of his impressive shaft before her greedy puss engulfed it again. In and out it went; faster-then slowing to a tease that made me nip my lip. I confess that by then I was fingering myself, up past the second knuckle, while I palmed my mound.
I lost all track of time, but I'm guessing these maneuvers, much like figure skating on air, went on for nearly an hour. Just as Billy appeared ready to come, she would wiggle out of rhythm-or change position-and say, "Ah-ah! You'll come when I say you'll come, big boy!" And then the poor man would blink away his frustration and try very hard to stay hard.
I was feeling sorry for him…wondering how I could interrupt to save him from the failure I saw coming. That feline vampire was toying with her mouse until he would simply fall over dead, the way this was going, and dead wasn't the way I wanted him back! If he didn't pass on from sheer exhaustion, Miss Pink would probably sink her fangs into him as punishment anyway. I saw no way for Billy to win, despite his valiant effort at pleasing her.