Sweet as Sin

Unseen and unheard, she made a circuit of the ballroom’s exterior. There were clumps of hibiscus and frangipani dotted about the broad lawn, all the way over to the grove of rhododendrons. Trixie crept from one to another, always in shadow, always sure to keep bushes between herself and the raised patio.

There were voices and the sounds of movement. She skirted a couple who were on the ground, the girl on top of the boy, as far as Trixie could tell. Further on, she dropped to all fours and crawled through deep shadows. She’d recognised Juan the water-boy’s voice.

The handsome lad was standing with a bush between him and the patio, with binoculars pressed to his eyes. Another youth, shorter and broader, was beside him.

Juan was saying, ‘. . . hand up the leg o’ my shorts an’ felt me up.’

‘Yeah, sure, an’ Magda the masseuse is beggin’ me to let her suck my dick.’

‘Carlos, I swear on my mother’s grave.’

‘OK. See anything?’ the shorter one asked.

‘Guy makin’ out with some chick.’

‘For real? Gimme the glasses.’

‘Wait.’

‘What’s he doin’?’

‘He’s got her tits out an’ he’s playin’ with ’em.’

‘Gimme.’

As Juan turned to pass the binoculars to Carlos, his wagging cock was caught in a beam of moonlight. Trixie licked her lips. The poor boys had to be desperate if they got their kicks from jerking off while they spied on the rich guests.

Carlos flicked a cigarette end away in a fiery arc. With one hand holding the glasses to his eyes, he reached across and took hold of Juan’s shaft. Juan returned the favour. They slow-fisted each other as they passed the binoculars back and forth.

‘She ain’t got much tit, has she,’ Carlos remarked.

‘Bet she fucks like a bitch, though.’

‘She would if it was my meat she was ridin’.’

‘After me, bro.’

Their strokes were becoming more urgent. Trixie stood up and pushed between the two bushes that had been hiding her. Petals fluttered to the grass. She brushed a twig from her hair and announced, ‘We’ve got unfinished business, Juan.’

Both lads whirled, their cocks waving. Carlos gaped. Juan tried to hide his cock.

‘Leave them out where I can see them, boys.’

Grinning foolishly, they spread their hands and thrust their hips forward. Juan said, ‘It’s her, bro, the lady I tol’ you about.’ To Trixie, he said, ‘You liked what you felt, huh, lady?’

For reply, Trixie took two steps closer and dropped back down to her knees. With one hand wrapped around Juan’s impressive shaft, she unbuttoned his shorts with the other and yanked them down to his calves. ‘See this?’ she asked, tapping the head of his cock on her lower lip. ‘It’s not a mouth. It’s a cunt. Do you know what you do with cunts, Juan?’

Carlos answered for him. ‘Y’ fuck ’em.’

‘Right.’ She moved Juan’s hands to the back of her head and parted her jaws as wide apart as they would stretch. The boy shuffled forward an inch. The great round dome of his cock nudged her lips. He paused as if unsure how to continue. Trixie wrapped her arms around his narrow hips and flattened her hands on the lean cheeks of his muscular rump. Dragging him closer and working her face from side to side, she forced her lips to stretch around the massive head of his young cock. He filled her mouth. Trixie sucked air through her nostrils. She paused to savour the sensations; the ache in the hinges of her jaws, the smooth heat of his cock, pressing her tongue down, the first taste of his seeping juices, like burnt spices, but liquid.

Juan was mumbling something in Spanish. It sounded like a prayer but she couldn’t make it out even though she knew a little gutter slang in the language. Perhaps he was giving thanks.

Carlos said, ‘Fuck her face, man! That’s what she wants!’

Trixie managed to grunt and hoped they’d understand it meant she agreed. Juan still didn’t move. Either he was awestruck or else nervous he’d hurt her. Trixie pried his clenched buttocks apart and felt for the tight knot of his sphincter. Merciless, she rammed the stiff index finger of her right hand deep into his rectum. Juan jerked. His cock impaled her mouth, all the way to the back, forcing an obscene wet sound from her throat, ‘Golk!’

Trixie fought her gag-reflex. Her mouth flooded with saliva. She could feel it flow from the corners of her mouth to saturate the boy’s dangling balls.

Juan made a whimpering sound and reached behind himself to grab her wrist. Perhaps hers was the first finger to ever violate his young bottom. It felt tight and hot enough that it could be virgin. When he tried to pull her finger out, Trixie simply hooked it. He released her wrist but she kept her finger bent and dragged him back, moving his cock in her mouth until only its head was between her lips, when she thrust again.

At last, the lad learned. Guided by her push and pull, he slow-fucked her mouth at a rhythm she set, which wasn’t what she wanted. Hell, she’d put herself totally at the mercy of these crude youngsters. Didn’t they have the balls to give her a thorough ravishing? A line from a Victorian novel came back to her, ‘He bent her to his will.’ That’s what she craved – to be bent to their wills.

Carlos was fumbling with the buttons of her dress. It’d have been better if he’d just ripped it off her, but, she had to admit, that’d have made her return to her suite a bit awkward. That was her last coherent thought for a while. Carlos’s broad peasant hands closed on her breasts, mauling them, milking at them, heedless of the pain he inflicted. That was enough to send Trixie into what she thought of as her animal state. From there on, she was aware of everything the youngsters did to her but she didn’t process any of it. She felt Carlos’s one hand scoop under her bottom and lift her to her feet, bent at her hips to still take Juan’s thrusts into her mouth. His thick fingers dug into her sex.

‘Muy caliente! Tener furor uterino!’

Even in her erotic daze, Trixie understood the first phrase, ‘Very hot!’

His fingers worked her soft wet flesh mercilessly. His thumb – it was at the pucker of her anus – forced a brutal entry. Trixie’s insides churned. When a man gripped her that way, his fingers in her sex and his thumb jammed into her rectum, it was devastating. It was like he was holding her internal organs at his mercy.

She was helpless! Her belly convulsed, squeezing out a long liquid orgasm that speaked and held for an eternity but didn’t bring her true release. Rather, it stoked her ravenous need.

Juan screeched, ‘Oy, estoy por acabar!’ His cock gushed, filling her mouth and flowing down her throat.

Trixie clawed at his bum, insisting that he keep pumping. He held her face to his pubes, his softening cock still filling her mouth, and made little throat noises. She tongue-lashed his glans, desperate to restore the boy’s lust. His hips twitched. Trixie redoubled her efforts but was distracted by Carlos, who now had both of his thumbs digging into her, spreading the cheeks of her bottom. She’d have protested, just by reflex, but her mouth was full. The hardness of his cock pressed against her knot. She forced herself to relax. She’d only glimpsed his shaft but remembered that although it lacked the length of his friend’s, it was, if anything, thicker.

The invasion was deliciously painful. Trixie let out a gurgling yelp as she felt the monstrous thing surge into her. The bastard laughed, and thrust harder, pushing her bodily, so that his friend’s recovering cock was forced into the back of Trixie’s throat again. Juan pushed back, spiking her poor bottom harder onto Carlos’s cock. Carlos’s drive pushed Juan’s shaft deep again.

It was like their cocks became one, a spit of hard flesh that transfixed her body, from rectum to lips, and she was nothing but an object, shuttled backwards and forwards from impalement to impalement. Trixie grew delirious with lust. At some point, they turned her around bodily. Her legs no longer functioned to hold her up. One held her hips, the other her breasts, both with hands that dug deeply into her flesh.

They climaxed several times each, as young men can. Her lips drooled their seed, as did her anus. For some reason, neither used her cunt. She wondered about that, but not then. She was beyond wondering about anything until she found herself alone and discarded like the trash she knew herself to be, sprawled half-naked on damp grass.

At three in the morning, Trixie let herself back into her suite. There were leaves in her hair, a white crust in one corner of her mouth, and the buttons of her little blue dress were in the wrong holes.

Penny put the book she’d been reading in bed aside. ‘What have you been up to, Mother?’ she snapped.

Trixie looked at the floor and muttered, ‘Just a tiny little stroll on the wild side, Penny. Nothing much, really.’

‘Mother! Things are going very well between Andrew and me. Do you want to spoil it all?’

‘No, Penny, of course not. I won’t do it again, I promise.’

‘You’re a mess. I can smell you from here. Go take a long hot shower, for goodness sake! And don’t forget to brush your teeth and gargle.’

Meekly, Trixie headed for the bathroom.