The Christmas Exhibition (6 page)

             
“Your torture.”

             
“Yes.” Her second hand joined her first, and they manipulated her pussy and clit in unison. “I did. I tortured him. I embarrassed him. The labourers told Sharon tonight that he'd said months ago he was going to nail me... And he never got anywhere... Well, not before.”

             
The subtlety of her revelation launched a depth-charge in my abdomen.

             
“I was so wet, Matt.”

             
I looked at her.

             
She looked at my cock. “I can't wait to sit on that.” She bucked suddenly and wildly on her fingers. “Fuck!” Jill was taking herself to another level. “Are you angry?”

             
“I don't know.”

             
“Can you take more?”

             
I nodded.

             
“Tell me, baby!”

             
I furiously pumped at my hard cock. “Yes! Tell me more, Jill. Tell me what happened outside with him.”

             
“With Sean,” she said, deliberately rolling her tongue around the name of someone she had so often held in such contempt. “It was freezing outside the bar. The wind gusted against my legs and my juices around my pussy were suddenly cold.”

             
“Did he...” I groaned under the red rawness of my masturbated length. “... Do the decent thing... And give you a coat?”

             
“No... The fucker.” The fact seemed to enhance her pleasure, throwing her torso back on the table and her legs wider apart. “The fucker!” Jill ploughed her fingers into her pussy with tremendous force and unleashed an expulsion of sexual secretion. “I'm fucking gushing, baby!”

             
I leapt from the sofa to her pussy, driving my mouth onto her vulva and drowning my throat in her juices. Her body shook and shivered. Her clit sensitive and soiled as it clashed with my nostrils. She instinctively pulled backwards, and my hands found her hips, dragging her cunt close to my lips. I ate the beautiful, perfect pussy of my girlfriend as she lost herself in a wild orgasm while her thoughts ran riot over her behaviour before another man. A man she couldn't stand.

             
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?

             
Precum seeped from my erection.

             
Her pussy lips languished in my mouth.

             
My tongue buried between her velvet mounds.

             
Her juices flooding and dripping around my chin.

             
“Jesus Christ,” she moaned, and pulled my head higher to her clit. “Lick the fuck out of it, Matt. Lick my clit like you've never fucking licked it before.”

             
I obeyed, lapping at her labia as I traversed her form to her hood.

             
“I have to tell you what happened.” Jill panted, and pulled her thighs whorishly over my shoulders and spread her legs wide over my biceps. “Before I sober up and coward my way out of it.” Her fingernails scraped my skin. “I went outside, baby. Oh shit, it was cold. Oh God, yes. Lick it like that. Yes! Circle my fucking clit.”

             
I elongated my tongue and unhooked my mouth from her wonderful mound, slenderly easing the pressure. “Keep talking,” I spat. “Tell me what the fuck happened.”

             
I could hear the saliva separate from her lips and her teeth as her mouth curved and she flashed a most wonderful, intoxicating and licentious smile. “He called me a slut, Matt.”

             
“What?”

             
“Sean.” She clamped my mouth to her cunt, then dragged me higher once more to her clit. “Oh yes, that's it. Lick it, baby, and don't stop no matter what I say. You'll have your turn when I'm finished. I want you to get me off while I tell you what happened.”

             
I moaned approval to her audacity.

             
“Sean called me a slut, Matt, and my pussy throbbed against my panties. The linen felt so sexy against my lips. They were tight and moist and the cold wind was doing nothing to cool my wild desires.”

             
I wanted to ask her what she had wanted from him.

             
“I grabbed the cigarette out of his hand and he just stared me up and down. My breasts were rising with every deep breath I took. He was mentally undressing me. I felt like he was going to stick his hand under my dress. He wanted to. Oh God, I know he wanted to. If he hadn't been scared of his dad catching him I think he'd have made a move on me there and then and... Oh... My cunt was so alive.” She pushed her clit against my front teeth.

             
I gently nibbled.

             
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?

             
I tugged a little forcefully.

             
“Fuck!”

             
I probed my tongue again against her.

             
“He just kept muttering the word slut as he looked at me. But he wasn't looking in disgust, Matt. He was looking like the spoilt bastard who wanted the one thing in the room that he seemed to believe everybody else had a shot of having. The dickhead didn't have a clue. Oh shit, yes!”

             
Do you think it's possible to want to fuck someone you don't even like?

             
“Matt, I was standing with my legs as far apart as my dress would permit. My juices soaking my legs. He called me a slut. A filthy, fucking slut.”

             
I rotated my hand on my cock. I was dangerously close to busting my nuts. I couldn't. I had to contain myself. To constrain and conduct the flow of her story. I couldn't be left dangling by a string on an edge. Her confession had to continue.

             
“Sean's words were overwhelming, baby. I wanted him to keep calling me it. You know how rarely I smoke. How I
really
enjoy the drag, knowing my lipstick is wrapped around the tip and leaving a print. I passed it back to him. His breath was ragged, lighting up under the moon. It was like he wanted to fucking rape me.”

             
I hesitated my facial humping.

             
“But it's only rape if you don't consent.”

             
I parted from her pussy.

             
Jill's hands snapped at the back of my head, pulling me into her again. “Don't stop, God, no, please don't stop, Matt.”

             
My naked cock shuddered under the suffocation of her sex and her seduction. Her debauched tale. Her worthless confession. Her shameless, riotous behaviour for which she would shortly seek penance.

             
“He took the cigarette, whiffed my scent and came forward. He paused to take a drag. He could've told me I was sexy. That I looked good. Or any kind of complement at all. I might've fallen for the passion in my pussy, if he had. I'm sorry, Matt, she had a mind of her own... Again. All it would've taken was an effort. Instead, Sean just eyed my groin, my breasts and my mouth, then he called... Me... Finally... Again... He... Said... Aloud... You slut.”

             
Dastardly dejection and formative rejection coagulated into a raging, jealous anger which strained the stretch of skin between the underside of my cock and the sack of my testes.

             
“He pointed above my head to mistletoe... He took another step forward... He grabbed my chin... He was rough and his fingers stank of... Him... His sweat... His drink… Shit, Matt, I think I smelt his piss...”

             
A fuming fury furrowed my brow. Drenched my dread in disgust. Anchored my arousal in sickening, twisted depravity.

             
“... He brought his face to mine... I was shivering in the cold, Matt... It was so fucking cold... He dropped his cigarette... The wind blew again between my legs... I wished for my panties... To... Just... Disappear... My pussy
needed
to breath...”

             
I choked on the lips of her cunt, greedily chewing at her sex.

             
“He pressed his mouth to mine... Our lips touched... My heart melted... My pussy was on fire, Matt... I fucking hate the prick and... We were practically kissing... But we weren't... It was barely a peck... Our lips were just
there
together...
Locked
together... Our eyes open... Staring at each other... Wondering... Who would make the first
real
move... I knew it wouldn't be me... I wanted to slap him... To belt him... To send him flying the moment someone else came out of the bar.”

             
I tongued her clitoris with deliberate freneticism.

             
“He touched me...”

             
My mouth smacked her skin as I left her. “Where?” I demanded.

             
“He pressed his fingers into my belly... He wasn't rough... He wasn't gentle... I almost laughed... He didn't have a clue what to do... Poor rich boy... He would've needed his daddy to put it in.”

             
Jill pulled at my neck, finding the back of my head, and placed my lips on the soaking labia of her delirious cunt.

             
“He tried to put his arm round my waist... He breathed into my mouth... He caught it... He wheezed... If I could've felt his cock... Oh, if only I could've... I
know
it would've been hard... Fuck... It... Would've... Been... Huge!”

             
I sucked her clit and cunt into my mouth at once, tonguing and probing her as if I were fucking her with the most magnificent part of my anatomy. Her behaviour was abhorrent, atrocious and oh so fucking arousing. The alcohol could wear off us both and we would reassess the situation and our respective standing... When the moment permitted it. The present moment was to address the primal, promiscuous needs of my slutty girlfriend. And in seconds – not hours, not minutes – the devilish, despicable and delectably dark shadows I had hidden for too long. “Slut,” I mouthed into her sex.

             
“Yes!” Jill cried, and ejaculated her hot, sweet and sticky juices into my gaping mouth.

             
I reiterated my ravishing assault on her, lovingly lapping up her liquid. “Slut,” I murmured.

             
Her body rocked violently, unleashing fresh dispenses over my stubble, lips and jaw.

             
“Slut!” I bellowed, spilling moisture on the floor.

             
“Eat it!” she ordered, and clutched my cranium tightly, clamping me to her cunt and her legs to my shoulders, ferociously fucking my face for all I was worth.

             
“Sl-” I was muffled. “-ut!”

             
Jill's orgasm amplified around my ample tongue deep in her velvet temple. “Ah-ah fuck! Oh-oh... Yes!” Her juices squirted into my mouth.

             
I hungrily ignored instincts she had taught me were due to my inexperience and swallowed the warm fluid.

             
“Fuck, yes! Eat me, Ma-ah-at!” Jill's body flailed in sporadic, ectopic convulsions. Her pussy prodded further. Her hips huddled closer. Her abdomen tensed and shook. A final, climatic crescendo exploded from her insides, coating my mouth, my hand, my cock and my thighs below in fresh, delicious and delightful juice. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, Matt, baby, you eat my pussy so goo-ood.”

             
I slurped a long, lustful lick from the split of her pussy above her anus, along the reddened, moist crack of her cunt and eventually to her inviting hood, swallowing her clitoris in a final, indecent assault.

             
“Mmmmmm,” she muttered, lying back and allowing her head and hair to fall away from the other edge of the coffee table.

             
“Slut,” I said, massaging her cooling juices into my crotch.

             
Jill was reaching for my cigarettes across the table.

             
I leaned back from her, gazing in amazement and in pride at the debauched beauty of her nakedness. I would allow her a smoke break. A smoke break and no more. My fingers found the leather of my belt.

             
Jill's punishment was almost upon her.

7

“
So,” I began, gently tickling the inside of her thigh with the fingers of one hand and the inside of her other with the material of my belt, “you seem to like that word...
Slut
.”