'Phwoar - Minger,' John exclaimed! Their nervousness was making them exagerate everything. The girl wasn't that bad and Harry thought that John would probably love to shag her. Their sillyness was starting to grate on Harry's nerves and he was regretting suggesting this for the evening. Once everyone had got a little pissed, he'd come up with the idea of picking up a prostitute and having a gang-bang. The others, who were his own age (very early twenties) but so much younger in other ways, had been awed and enticed by the suggestion.
Harry had just decided to jack it in and drive back when he saw something special. She was walking alone and she was walking like she owned the whole of London. He slowed right down until he was gliding along next to her, so that he could get a proper look. She was tallish at about 5'9 and her high-heeled, calf-length boots raised her a few more inches. Her thighs were bare of tights and shone amber beneath the street-lights. They were toned and long and appeared and dissappeared before the long black coat she was wearing. The rest he couldn't make out until he came to her head. Long brown hair, high cheekbones and a narrow, junkie face. Her eyes he couldn't make out behind a pair of mirrored wrap-around glasses. Her lips were full though, and painted a cherry-red. As he pulled to a stop, she turned towards him, coat hanging open and he saw her body. Those toned thighs, smooth and pale, vanished into a pair of impossibly tight, wonderfully short, black leather shorts. He could see the lips of her pussy bulging through them at the crotch. Her midriff was bare and softly rounded - firm but fertile. And her breasts - she wore a black lace bra, that exposed / hid the nipples of her full, heavy breasts. Her neck was slender and her face, behind the glasses, was set in a stern, and hateful expression. She stood with her legs apart as if challenging the boys in the car. As Harry wound down the window, a heavy wash of perfume rolled into the car and drowned him in the scent. The tang seemed half opium and half sulfur. Not sure if it was arousing or painful, he paused to breathe before continuing and asking the obligartory question - 'how much ?'
Her voice was common as shit when she replied, 'all o yeh ?' Harry looked back at the three mates in the car in surprise. For a moment he'd forgotten they were there.
'Yeah,' he said, 'group discount ?'
Without altering the drawl of her voice she said 'eighty,' and at Harry's nod she pulled the door open herself and got in. As he drove off at a much faster speed now, her perfume filled the car and her voice followed it. 'Hope you've all got plenty in you - I like to be fucked good and long,' she reached over to Harry's lap and squeezed his balls through the denim of his jeans, 'and I like to suck a good length of cock.'
'Fucking Hell,' muttered Craig in the back seat. He was certainly the least experienced of the four.
'So what are you lads ? Students or something ?'
'We are,' said Tony.
'I deal some,' added Harry, 'and mostly sit around on my arse.' He would have added more, but her perfume was starting to get to him, smoking up his brain. As he drove he found it hard to keep his eyes off her marvellous crotch. He rolled down his window, despite the November night air, and let the wind from it clear his head a little. Nevertheless she continued to talk in that seductive gutter voice of hers, and the men in the car listened to her helplessly.
She strode into Harry's room as though she owned it, dropping her coat from her shoulders and hooking it over the mirror on the wall as they followed her in. She stood there in those tiny tight shorts pulled up over her bottom, those black leather boots and that straining black lace bra. As they stared at her, she glowered at them with invisible eyes, and reaching behind herself, she unclassped the bra and let it fall to the floor. Reaching out one skinny hand, she hooked a long fingernail under Harry's chin and drew him down and towards her, guiding his lips around her nipple. Eagerly, Harry sucked at the engorged teat, barely aware of Tony joining him at the other. Suddenly, to his astonishment, he felt the jet of hot milk spurt into his mouth and wash over his tongue, the taste sweet. It burnt his throat as it trickled down but he couldn't resist sucking more and more of it out of her. She jiggled a little as she began to wriggle out of her shorts but he kept his mouth in position. Beside him, he heard Tony moaning gently. He felt a hand grasping at his crotch, fumbling for his cock. Fastening her nipple lightly between his teeth and holding onto it, he quickly undid his jeans and pulled them down. Instantly he felt female fingers wrap themselves around the shaft and hold him firmly. Slowly they began to work up and down his cock, sending little thrills of lust though his groin and spine. She moved slightly forwards and he guessed that someone had moved into position behind her. Her hand, moist and enveloping, quickened it's pace up and down his cock, feeling almost like a pussy. He felt her tremble as someone slid his cock up inside her from behind. Some distant part of his mind protested at this treatment as he absorbed the scent and milk of her. And it seemed like the moisture on her hands was being absorbed into his skin, into him. And yet he wanted this so badly. He pushed aside the errant part of his brain and tried to give himself over to the woman entirely, letting the toxins suck into his body.
Gobbling at her breast he tried to suck as much of it into his mouth as he could. He flicked at the nipple with his tongue, trying to drive it inwards to the source of the milk. Mysteriously, he felt it give, and then split and he was licking at the hole from which milk trickled, darting in and out of it. He heard her moan in hunger as he did so. Her hand enveloped his cock entirely, which was now straining with semen ready. Her wet hand felt like a pussy and he wasn't sure that she hadn't somehow slipped over him somehow.
Craig looked on in horror at the obsessive lust on the faces of his friends. His own cock too, strained inside his trousers, caught to one side, and desperately pulling upwards. And yet he felt nauseous at the sight of John, blissfully fucking her from behind whilst Harry and Tony sucked at her breasts like addicts. Their bodies bucked and trembled as she worked their cocks. There was something wrong with her hands he thought but he couldn't quite see. Between her thighs, her pussy litterally and steadily dripped hungrilly. Dragging his eyes up away from the sight, he knew something was terribly wrong. His friends were completely consumed with lust. Throat dry, he croaked 'I'm going.' He fumbled behind himself for the door handle, unable to tear his eyes away from her own mirror-shades as the two men sucking at her breasts, eyes still closed, reached up with one hand each on either side of her and silently removed her glasses. Paralysed in horror he stared at her as first Harry, and then Tony fell away from her to the floor. Not unconcious but insensate, with little dribbles of pussy-juice around their chins and shiny moisture around their lips. Set within each breast, spiltting its centre apart, was a gaping vagina ready to be fucked. As they fell, she bent with them and Craig now saw that her hands had transmuted into a pair of vaginas. And even then she hadn't finished. Rising from her wrist, her flesh began to split into a line of glistening pink pussys. Hungrily she fell to the floor, pulling John behind her with her and onto her . He saw her back had now split open all across the smooth broad skin and John slobbered and dived his tongue and nose into as many of them as he could, fingering the rest rapidly, all the while continuing to pump his cock into the one between her thighs.
Panting in desire, Tony and Harry pinned her arms to the floor and desperatly began to hump her open wrists while her fingers curled around their balls. And still she kept her face towards Craig, paralysing him like a serpent fixing its prey. She said a word in a language that he'd never heard before. Yet somehow he understood it. Involuntarily, he took a step forward. He was helpless to control himself. Her mouth fell open and her tongue lolled out, wet and hungry. Helplessly he knelt down in front of her, knees either side of her head and unbuttoned his thighs. His penis, thick and long, fell out in front of her and her tongue wrapped itself around it. The room stank of female sex and he began to grow increasingly dizzy as the tongue drew his cock into her mouth and she began to suck hungrily at it. As he stared in horrified lust her face began to transform into yet another pussy but the terrible eyes either side of it remained, fixed blindly on his own. He felt his balls engage and he knew that he was prepared to come, shooting his load into the creature. Almost fainting he fell forwards onto her, partly into her, lying on a writhing mass of flesh and pussy, He watched helplessly as Harry gasped in orgasm as he pumped his seed into her, but half of him was gone now, concealed or consumed beneath a heaving, pumping ball of smooth perfumed flesh and female genitalia. A little mass of clittorisis waved like a forest of tiny pink hills as they covered his blissful, contorted face. To his right, Tony was in a similar condition and somehow, as his arm lay trapped beneath her, one of his fingers protruded though her and poked out of a pussy on the other side, twitching at the clittoris, stimulating it from the inside. Craig felt his own cock heaving and the familiar fire burned through his bones as the cum pumped through his cock, the muscle beneath his balls spasming ecstatically. He felt a pain as she sucked at his cock drawing all of it out of him. Drinking it deep inside herself.
He watched as her eyes closed in ecstasy. Momentarily, his body was his own again. He jumped away from her, drawing saliva-like trails between his body and hers and before those eyes could open again he turned his back on her and sprinted for the door. He pulled it open and ran through it in one motion and bolted down the stairs, leaving his friends to be consumed. And he didn't stop running, or even wait to button his trousers up again, until he'd put a good many streets between him and her. But he stopped briefly, outside, and looked up at the window of Harry's flat. As he watched the light clicked off, and then he ran as fast as he could into the night without looking back.