16. Bags of fun
“Before I met her, I didn’t care if you fucked her. In fact, I thought I’d rather like to watch that playback, even if I wasn’t involved. But now? Now I don’t want you to fuck her. Ever. She wants to take you from me!”
In the car, on the way home, Cara’s anger continued to boil, and Fred rather wished that the punch bag was still under her hands, rather than his thigh.
He had the distinct impression that saying the wrong thing could be very, very dangerous, so he took the option of saying nothing at all, but simply nodding and agreeing wherever he could.
“She is ridiculously sexy. I mean, just because I can’t stand her doesn’t mean I can’t see that. In fact, if she wasn’t into you, that might be quite sexy in itself.”
Cara fell silent and Fred glanced over to see her staring off into the darkness.
“But I can tell she thinks she should be with you! It makes me so… aaaggghhh… so… angry.”
Fred felt her hand start to tingle on his lap. Having seen what happened to the perv in The Rock Tavern, he was more than a little nervous.
“But what about Shandy?” he risked saying. “You said you hoped I wanted her.”
To Fred’s relief, Cara’s hand left his thigh, and fluttered instead over her cleavage. She wore a very tight sports bra and he could see her nipples harden in the dull light of the dashboard.
“I didn’t used to want Shandy, not when she was a kid.
Back then, I thought I was all grown up and she was just Bob’s rescue human.
When I took her out with me, I kept an eye on her and made sure nothing bad happened, but equally, I loved playing match maker and setting her up with all kinds of guys…
and girls…” Cara looked over at Fred again, and laid her hand in his lap.
This time he felt a lot less scared. “But things have changed over the last couple of years. I see her a lot less, but when I do, it feels different. I see her as a woman now. It’s hard not to with those incredible breasts. ”
Cara stared off into the distance again.
Fred felt his cock lurch as he too remembered Shandy’s breasts.
In his mind’s eye he could see the day she had undone her shirt to try to distract him, and felt his disappointment when he hadn’t won enough guessing games in a row to get to see them naked all over again.
“Do you really think she likes me?” he asked.
“I’d happily bet on it!” Cara laughed. “I’m much more certain she likes you than she likes me.”
“Who wouldn’t like you?” Fred asked, earnestly. “You’re amazing. You could have anyone!”
“That’s very kind of you,” Cara laughed.
They had got back to their building. Fred carried the punch bag into the lift.
“Imagine Shandy in the lift with us…” Fred said, his voice cracking at the thought.
“Oh, God, yes!” Cara replied. “I’d be kissing her, and you’d be behind her, fondling that gorgeous, rounded bum of hers.”
Their eyes met in the mirrored surface of the lift as the doors closed.
“Tell me what would happen next,” Fred ordered, his cock straining against his pants, more than ready for whatever scenario came to Cara.
“Well, you’d fuck her from behind while I licked her out.”
As Cara spoke, Fred moved behind her, lifting up her skirt to reveal her ever-naked arse.
“How hard?”
“So hard she squealed. I imagine she’s a squealer,” Cara breathed, her eyes twinkling
Fred pulled out his cock and pushed it just deep enough into Cara to hear a satisfying squelch.
“Squeal for me,” he rumbled, as he pushed his whole cock deep into her in one powerful thrust.
“Eeeeeee!” Cara squealed, her voice more high pitched than her usual, deep, sexy tones. “Eeeeee!”
Again, Fred marvelled at his luck. His girlfriend was roll-playing her friend to please him, but he knew it also pleased her.
“Brace yourself, Shandy,” he ordered.
“Oh yes, Fred, yes,” Cara answered, her voice pretty and soft, not quite Shandy’s, but not far off.
Cara leant forward and placed her hands on the mirrored wall, as Fred grabbed her hips and began to pummel her pussy as hard and as fast as he could.
“Eeeeeeeee!” Cara squealed. “Eeeeeeeeee!”
Fred closed his eyes and imagined it really was Shandy in front of him. He felt Cara clench her muscles around him, and knew she was doing the same. For him, she would be anything, anyone, and do anything he asked.
As soon as he was ready to blow, Fred pulled out and his jizz shot straight out over Cara’s head and onto the mirrored lift wall. Cara stood back up and turned to face him.
“That was quick!” she quipped. “Faster than a flying bullet! Is that what thinking of Shandy does to you?”
Fred reached between Cara’s legs, slipping a finger into the slick of her pussy, then pushing his finger into Cara’s mouth, where she lapped at it eagerly.
“I know you want to suck her juices off my cock,” Fred said, pushing his finger back in Cara’s throat until she choked, before sliding it back out.
“Let me message her,” Cara breathed, taking her phone out of her bag as the lift doors opened into Fred’s apartment. “Because I really do want that.”
Back in the apartment, Fred placed the punch bag at the end of his bed.
“Why put it there?” Cara asked. “Shouldn’t we put it somewhere else, especially if I risk setting fire to it!”
“We’ll take it to the gym if you want to play with fire. I have other plans. Why don’t you have a shower and then I’ll show you.”
Cara slipped into the en suite bathroom. When she came back into the room, Fred was lying on his back, his legs half off the bed, with the punch bag standing between them. He held his erect cock up and waggled it at Cara.
“Climb on,” he said, “and place your hands on the punch bag.”
“Okay…” Cara said, giving Fred a puzzled look.
She dropped her towel and clambered onto the bed. She turned her back on Fred and threw one leg over his waist, so that she was kneeling over his cock. She spread her lips with her fingers, and slowly lowered herself down onto him.
“Good girl,” Fred said. “Now lean forward and place your hands on the bag.”
As she leant forward, her buttocks spread, and Fred got an even clearer view of his cock sliding into her.
“Now bounce!” he ordered.
Cara began to bounce that beautiful behind up and down, up and down. Her moans of increasing satisfaction almost distracted Fred from his actual aim, but as she neared the peak of her pleasure, he remembered the task at hand.
“Do you want to come?”
“Oh… Yes!”
“Well, don’t. Channel that energy into the punch bag.”
“Yes! It’s glowing!” Cara gasped.
“Good girl… now every time your excitement reaches that extreme, every time you think you’re just about to come, push that energy into the bag,” he said, as Cara turned to pout at him. “I promise it will be worth the wait.”
Cara turned back round, and Fred lay back to enjoy the show. His cock shone with her juices, and he marvelled at her apparently boundless energy. Each time her excitement became too much for her, she would sigh, stop, and lean forward to off-load her passion.
When she eventually began to flag, Fred took her hips and bounced her himself. This time, when she leant forward to touch the bag her whole body collapsed onto the bed, forcing his cock to spring out too.
Fred jumped up from the bed, eager to see what state the punch bag was now in.
He was not disappointed. It glowed from base to tip, with a pale, eerie light, punctuated by blue lightening.
He gathered his own magic to create a barrier impervious to the magic Shandy had channelled into the bag, and carried it onto the bed.
Cara still lay, sprawled out, on the bed, bottom up, legs wide open. Fred placed the bag on the bed, between her legs, almost, but not quite, touching her. It looked like a giant cock, with Fred knelt at one end, and a wide-open Cara at the other.
“Are you ready?” he asked her, his eyes glowing with anticipation.
“Ready?”
“Ready for all the orgasms you just missed.”
He pushed the bag that last inch or so, until it lightly touched the lips of Cara’s pussy and the surrounding buttocks. As soon as it made contact the orgasms began. Her buttocks clenched and her legs convulsed as wave after gentle wave flooded through her body.
“Oh… Yes… Oh my God! Yes!”
“Can you take more, Cara? Can you take more pleasure?
“Oh, yes, Fred! Yes!” she moaned. “More! More!”
He pushed the bag hard against her, and her orgasms became seismic events, shaking not only her but Fred and the whole bed.
“Aaaaggghhhh!” she screamed as her arms flailed and legs kicked. As her orgasms intensified, Fred stepped off the bed to watch from a safe distance. Knowing full well that he could replay this moment whenever he wanted made it all the sweeter.
Her eyes rolled back in bliss and her mouth hung slack. Her utter abandonment to pleasure excited Fred, but he resisted the urge to come all over her.
Slowly the energy in the bag dissipated, the lightening disappeared, and the glow grew dim, then died. Fred came back to the bed and sat down, resting a hand on Cara’s back.
“You could do that to any object now,” Fred explained. “It’s how we…”
“I can’t stop! It isn’t stopping!” Cara interrupted. “Help me!”
Fred turned his attention back to her pussy. While the rest of her body had stilled, her vagina and anus were still spasming and twitching away.
“It feels so good! I don’t want it to stop!” Cara moaned. “But… but…”
Fred ran his hand over her bum, and slipped his fingers into her pussy. Just holding them there, her pussy clenched them harder and harder with each wave of pleasure.
“Oh Fred! Oh Fred! Don’t tease me!” Cara groaned. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Fred pushed the punch bag out of the way, and positioned himself on the bed between Cara’s open thighs. He lifted up her hips, so that her pussy was in line with his cock. As he slowly pushed his way in, the juices he displaced ran out down her legs in streams.
He took a moment to appreciate the pulsing. Thanks to the position of the bag, her anus had drawn in just as much orgasmic energy as her pussy, and he looked down to see it pulsing away with the same rhythm as the tremors around his manhood.
He licked a finger, and ran it around the edge of that tight, convulsing hole.
“Is that good?” he asked.
“Oh yes, Fred! Yes!” Cara gasped. “Yes! More! Fuck me!”
Fred dipped just the tip of his finger into her anus as he began to thrust into the pussy below.
“More, Fred! More!” Cara groaned, somehow finding the energy now to push back into both his cock and his finger. “More! Fuck me!”
So Fred fucked her as hard as he had ever fucked anyone. He felt her orgasms becoming stronger and stronger, and soon she was well beyond words, warbling with pleasure.
“Aaaahhhh! Ohhhhhh! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!”
The pulsing around him was so intense that his balls were soon aching for release.
Again, he felt pressure build up through his legs, and when he could hold it no longer, the same black magic poured forth and into Cara’s body.
He felt the same, surge of power, rushing into him, saw the same glow emanating from Cara’s body, but this time, the pleasure was so intense, that when he pulled out, he fell comatose onto the bed.