by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)
A story written to order. Jenny is living in a shared
house and the Landlord is an old man and totally
perverted. When Mark brings Jenny home totally drunk,
he goes in search of a receptacle for her to throw up
in but, upon his return, he finds her being stripped
and fucked by the old man. Like any self respecting
boyfriend would do, he stands and watches until the old
man has had his way. (MMF, nc, voy, alcohol)
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Jenny had arrived home at her digs, a room in a shared
house with Ted, the landlord. He was a total creep, in
his sixties and a total pervert. It looked like he
hadn't shaved for a fortnight, hadn't brushed his few
remaining teeth for a month and as for having a bath,
forget it. His vest he never seemed to change and the
stains on it varied from ketchup, beer and god knows
what else. His nicotine stained fingers and halitosis
should have been sufficient to keep even the rats away.
As she entered the house, he was always there to greet
her, his eyes undressing her and she always felt
uneasy. Furthermore, she was sure he had been rifling
through her underwear drawer in her room as when she
went to select a change of underwear, they stank of his
unmistakable tobacco from his pipe. She felt like
vomiting when she changed her clothing and tried to
find alternative hiding places for her clothing.
He stood in the way as she entered the house and she
had to brush past him to reach the stairs. He grinned
his almost toothless grin at her as her body pressed
against his as she endeavoured to get past him. She
felt his eyes on her as she ascended the stairs,
grateful that today she wore trousers and not her usual
short skirt. God, how she hated this god awful hell-
hole. She was sure glad she was spending the weekend
with Mark who was travelling down to spend the weekend
with her.
Jenny unlocked the suit case she'd hidden under the bed
and pulled out her new slinky scarlet underwear she'd
bought especially for this weekend. She'd missed Mark
and was looking forward to his company for the weekend,
looking forward to spending all night making love,
having him undress her and enjoying her new sexy
lingerie.
Jenny had joined a gym, not necessarily because she
wanted to keep fit, but because she felt comfortable in
the showers there. She was sure that Ted could see her
in the communal bathroom and ensured she showered at
the gym. She packed some things and scooted off to
freshen up before Mark arrived.
Jenny had told Mark about Ted and how much of a creep
he was. Mark showed great concern but didn't sound so
convincing when she asked him to have a word with Ted.
Mark smiled but his eyes showed a different emotion
that Jenny couldn't quite identify. She was unaware
that Mark was scheming, he was up to something but she
didn't know what. By Monday, she'd know.
They enjoyed a meal together before going on to a club.
Jenny was looking really hot in her low cut blouse and
tight fitting, calf length jeans. When she walked, her
arse looked like a bulldog chewing gum, her wiggle
turning heads, as always. If Mark could have got away
with it, he'd have fucked her there and then, with an
audience. It's not like that hadn't done that sort of
thing before, fucking in public places, carefree. Jenny
wanted to unwind first and having worked hard, she
wanted to play hard.
Jenny was aware of the looks she received and it
boosted her ego to think that every straight guy in the
place would give their right arm for a night in the
sack with her. Perversely enough, the very thought gave
Mark an ego boost, too, knowing his girlfriend was
wanted by every bloke in the place, and it gave him
much pleasure to know that whilst they all wanted her
and may fantasise about her tonight with their partner
(or wanking themselves off over her image), it would be
Mark who would be taking Jenny home tonight, cuddling
her, rubbing her shoulders, kissing her neck, helping
her out of her clothing, revealing her sexy body,
fondling those beautiful tits, making those nipples
pert and erect, licking and sucking her soft warm tits.
It would be Mark who would watch her finger herself
whilst he fondled her, Mark who would be helping her
out of her jeans, removing her briefs, stroking her
neatly trimmed pubic hair, inserting his tongue into
her warm moist pussy, tasting her juices, hearing her
soft murmuring as she groaned in pleasure, her moans
intensifying as his fingers probed at her.
It would be Mark's own erection that would experience
the sensation of her sweet hand on his hard cock, her
tongue over the tip of his erection. It would be his
cock that she would crave and beg for and, after a bit
of teasing, he would treat her to the full length of
his manhood, penetrating her. It would be Mark who
would be the one she'd fuck tonight. Mark realised his
thoughts had aroused him and he moved closer to Jenny
so she could feel the bulge in his groin.
"So you have missed me, then?" Jenny said smiling,
grinding herself into Mark.
"You bet," Mark said. He still couldn't get the thought
of her with someone else out of his mind. He really
wanted her to try it, but only if he could watch. He'd
seen her once before on a visit to New York, and it had
really turned him on to see her sexually entertaining
two total strangers. He felt the sensation of his own
erection making his own underwear wet and he tried
desperately to think of potato peelings and road
traffic accidents, anything to take his mind off sex
and allow his erection to cool off a bit. There'd be
plenty of time for sexual relief this weekend and Jenny
was so up for some company.
Mark had ensured she'd been juiced up, plying her with
drinks all night. Jenny was getting tipsy and was
getting a little out of control. She'd been boogying
all night and was starting to wilt, the effects of a
difficult week, a long day and an excess of alcohol was
taking its toll. Mark hadn't planned for the fact she
might respond this way and had to carry her to the taxi
rank to get her home. So much for seeing Jenny get off
with a stranger tonight, Mark sighed to himself. She
was so pissed, he doubted that she'd even fuck him, let
alone someone else.
Back at her digs, it was around 2 am when Mark opened
the front door, Jenny hanging like a rag doll with on
arm over his shoulder, his arm around her waist almost
dragging her into the house. Mark hadn't met Ted before
but Ted was awake and was there to greet them. He
smiled his evil grin at them both but Jenny was all but
unconscious. Mark nodded, focusing more on helping his
partner upstairs.
"Pissed, is she?" Ted enquired, interestedly. Mark
nodded.
"You couldn't open her door for me, could you?" he
asked. Ted smirked and reached for the key he kept in
his pocket. They passed the door of Ted's room and Mark
could hear the unmistakable sound of a porno film
showing on Ted's TV. Ted went first up the stairs,
looking back regularly at them. From his vantage point
of a couple of stairs higher then them, he could easily
see down Jenny's plunging top at her ample cleavage and
her sexy, barely there, red bra.
Mark was too focused on helping Jenny up the stairs to
notice Ted's actions. Ted opened the door and Mark
dragged Jenny into the room, laying her gently on the
bed, then lifting her legs so they, too, were on the
bed.
Knowing she might vomit later in the night, he asked if
Ted had a bowl they could borrow. Ted suggested that
Mark should explore the kitchen downstairs. Maybe he'd
find one in the larder or under the sink. Mark wondered
why Ted hadn't gone to get it himself but he shrugged
his shoulders and went off downstairs in search of some
receptacle to catch her puke in.
Eventually, he found a bucket but it was filthy and
Mark had to clean it with some cheap watery bleach he'd
found. This place was disgusting and he was repulsed by
the filth. Happy that the receptacle was clean enough
for the purpose of receiving vomit, he cleaned a glass
and filled it with cold water so Jenny would have
something to rinse her mouth with. There was no
certainty she was going to throw up, but Mark didn't
fancy going in search for a bucket in a couple of hours
time.
He was making his way back up the stairs, aware that
others in the shared house may be asleep, so he tip
toed upwards towards Jenny's room. He heard noises from
her room and he crept up to the doorway. The door had
been closed but not completely and he gently peered
around the door. The sight before him took his breath
away.
Ted had removed his own clothes and his old, wrinkly
body was knelt on the bed between his lovely
girlfriend's long luscious legs. Ted was sporting a
hard on and was slowly stroking his own meat with one
hand, his other hand stroking one of Jenny's breasts.
Ted, oblivious to his surroundings, was lost in his own
little fantasy world and was enjoying every last second
of it. He pulled at Jenny's top and saw her sexy bra.
Using both hands, he tugged roughly at her top, pulling
up to her neck and revealing Jenny's breasts.
"Oh yes, my lovely," he whispered, his eyes wide, his
breathing rasping, 55 years of smoking having it's
effect on his respirations. At first Mark thought he
was trying to cuddle her as his arms disappeared under
her back, but it was only to unclip her new scarlet
bra. Happy with his actions, Ted pulled at the
offending article until her breasts were bare.
"Oh yes," he whispered again. "I always knew I'd feel
your tits at some time," he said, his mouth dribbling.
"I've seen them when you first arrived my darling" he
said, knowing she was totally unconscious. I've seen
you through my special spy hole in the bathroom. Why
don't you shower here any more? Anyway, I knew you'd
let me touch your tits one day. You do want me to touch
them, don't you?"
"Yes, Ted. Feel my tits," Ted said in a higher pitched
voice and Mark thought he was watching something out of
"Psyco." The scene before him could have been straight
of a Hitchcock movie. The pretence continued as Mark
watched from the door.
"Is that nice, dearie?" Ted said in his normal voice.
"Yes, Ted. That's lovely. Squeeze my tits harder," he
said in his assumed voice.
Ted continued with his schizophrenic act, pretending
that Jenny had asked for her tits to be sucked. Ted's
old almost toothless mouth sucking at Jenny's young
pert tits had Mark almost cumming in his pants.
Jenny didn't murmur or stir at all as Ted continued his
violation of her more private parts and, had she been
awake, she would have needed the bucket that Mark held
to puke in. But she remained unconscious, unaware of
her land lord fondling her tits, her nipples responding
to the stimulation. Mark had quietly placed the bucket
and glass on the floor and was trying to control his
own trouser snake as he watched in perverse delight.
"Finger me," Ted said in his pretend female voice. Ted
struggled with her jeans, they were very tight and
Mark, at one point, was tempted to go and give the old
bloke a hand. Eventually Ted had been able to pull her
jeans off, but had left him almost breathless and his
face was as red as a beetroot. Ted was trembling as his
fingers probed at her very brief briefs. Mark was
trembling too.
"Put your finger in me, Ted," he said again to himself
and he slowly moved her briefs to one side and revealed
Jenny's perfect pubic mound. His face was still red
with the exertion and his nicotine stained fingers
entered Mark's girlfriend, slowly penetrating her
pussy. The stimulation of her tits had moistened her a
little and his finger met very little resistance. He
removed his fingers and held them close to his own
nose, sniffing at the aroma of Jenny's juices. He
smiled.
"I love you," he said in her voice.
"How much?" he rasped in his own voice.
"Enough to want to fuck you," he said in her voice. In
a flash, he'd pulled at her briefs and with almost as
much exertion as it took to remove her jeans, he pulled
her panties off, sniffing them before carefully
throwing them onto his own pile of clothes. They were
to be his evidence, his trophy. He'd keep them in his
trouser pocket. Maybe he might even try them on, her
pussy juices against his balls. Ted smiled again at the
thought.
He licked his fingers that were covered in her juices
before burying his head between her legs, his unshaven
chin grazing the inside of her thigh, leaving red marks
on her soft silky skin. Ted tried to taste her as much
as he could, his tobacco breath breathing up her most
personal parts, his grey matted hair entwining with her
soft pubic hair.
Ted sat up for a few moments, regaining his breath, his
cock still firm, his grey pubic hair also looked matted
and greasy.
"Are you ready to fuck, my dear?" he asked, very
gentlemanly, which was in total contrast to his
attitude.
"I want to fuck you," he said in her voice.
"You, want to fuck me?" he clarified.
"Yes, I want to fuck you. I've always wanted to fuck
you. I want you to fuck me. I want us to fuck each
other," he said in her voice. Mark thought this sort of
thing only happened in dreams. But this was reality and
his girlfriend's pussy was about to be plundered to
this aged pervert with a split personality. Mark stood,
rooted to the spot as this oddball of a landlord
lowered himself on to his girlfriend.
Ted fumbled with his fingers, trying to guide himself
in to her pussy which was moist mostly from his own
saliva, trembling as his swollen organ approached her
vaginal lips. He could barely breathe, his rasping
making him sound like a late night phone caller.
Mark physically held his breath as Ted's throbbing
erection slowly entered Jenny and Ted's own breathing
doubled with the excitement.
"Fuck me then, dearie," the old man said in his own
voice.
"Deeper, Ted. Oh, you're so big!" Ted muttered in his
pretend girlie voice. In one swift movement, he was
fully inside her, as deep as his five and a bit inches
would allow, his grubby grey pubic hair rubbing against
Jenny's pubes.
"Oh yes!" he muttered and Mark was uncertain who's
voice it was meant to be. Whatever, the scene before
him was sickening yet strangely erotic, watching your
own partner being screwed by a stranger. The most
repulsive of strangers at that.
Until now, Jenny was pretty oblivious to the situation
and it may have remained that way if Ted hadn't leaned
forward and kissed her full on the mouth. Despite her
drunken state, she responded more in reflex at the bad
breath. Her eyes tried desperately to focus but the
alcohol level was still too great and the sudden
adrenalin rush increased her heart rate and, with it,
the pulsating feeling within her head – the hangover
was commencing but the nightmare was in full swing.
She tried to scream but her throat was too dry. Ted was
really getting off on this.
"I like a woman with spirit," he rasped, trying to
laugh but his breathing denying him the possibility.
Jenny tried to coordinate herself to fight the monster
off but all that happened is the increased motion
merely enhanced Ted's enjoyment.
"You're loving it, aren't you sweetie?" he rasped and
the terror dawned on Jenny that it was Ted who was
having sex with her. She suddenly felt violently sick
and her stomach began to heave, causing her body to
rise up, forcing his stubby little erection deeper into
her. Mark was unaware of her sensations and assumed she
was responding to Ted's sexual advances and was
enjoying it.
Ted didn't actually care what she thought, he was on
the verge on climax and with a final thrust, he blew
his load into her waiting vagina, whitewashing her womb
with his wrinkly sperm. His skin was sweating and he
trembled like he was hypothermic.
He withdrew his cock from Jenny's pussy and wiped the
mess off it with her discarded panties before placing
them nonchalantly into his trouser pocket. He picked up
the rest of his clothes and put them over his arm,
brushing past Mark who was stood at the doorway, still
in shock.
"She's all yours," Mark heard him say. Mark entered the
room and saw his lovely girl friend lying on the bed,
some one else's spunk oozing out of her pussy, the red
rash around her inner thighs from Ted's unshaven beard
like a love bite. She'd passed out again, the adrenalin
rush sending her back into unconsciousness.
Mark climbed onto the bed and lay next to her, the
smell of her perfume mingled with the smell of sex and
cum accentuating her sexuality. Mark put his arm around
her and felt her soft warm body, her gentle breathing.
He nestled into her neck, his lips kissing the soft
skin of her shoulder, licking her neck gently, kissing
her cheek as he passed. His tongue probed at her ear
lobe and she responded, turning to face him. As though
on auto pilot, she knew it was Mark and her hand
reached out for him, finding the unmistakable bulge in
Marks groin. In her drunken state, she smiled and
groped at him, finding his zip and releasing his hard
on from his trousers.
Mark closed his eyes as her hands worked on him, and he
was ready to cum. He probed at her moist pussy, not at
all repulsed at the feel of the old man's spunk on his
fingers, making her pussy feel lubricated. Jenny had
expertly undone Mark's trousers and had removed
sufficient of his manhood to the open air. Free of any
restrictions, Mark rolled on top of Jenny and entered
her, his erect cock sliding into her with ease.
His mind raced back to the previous half an hour and
the visions of Ted stuffing his tiny manky cock into
Jenny, how she appeared to respond, how Ted had
ejaculated inside her. God, it made Mark feel horny. He
started pumping his cock deep inside Jenny, his size
registering in her intoxicated mind and the sensation
caused her to respond, raising her hips into his. Her
mouth found Mark's and their tongues entwined, Mark
thrusting his manhood deeper into her vagina, their
breathing in unison, laboured but content.
Jenny murmured incomprehensible sounds and Mark
strained his ears to understand her.
"Fuck me," she begged, the words barely understandable.
Mark could stand no more, he was there. He forced
himself deep into her.
"Fuck me, I'm cumming," he whispered in her ear,
climaxing in the process, his spunk mixing with Ted's
like a sperm cocktail, shaken not stirred.
Mark continued fucking Jenny and within minutes, she
came too, her back arching and her muscles all tense as
her climax racked her body like a hurricane.
She collapsed back into unconsciousness and Mark
collapsed next to her, both falling into a deep sleep.
They were awoken around 10am next morning by the sound
of heavy footsteps downstairs. Mark threw his clothes
on and wandered on to the landing to see what the
commotion was. Two paramedics and two police officers
stood at the bottom of the stairs.
"What's going on?" Mark enquired.
"Nothing to worry about, sir" a police officer replied,
"The gentleman in the downstairs room has had a stroke
and is being rushed to hospital."
Jenny wandered out on to the landing, a gown wrapped
tightly around her.
"What happened?" she said, concern and confusion mixed
with the usual hangover symptoms.
"You won't be seeing much of Ted for a while," Mark
replied. Jenny sighed like the weight of the world had
been removed from her shoulders.
"Thank god for that," she replied. "I had this awful
nightmare last night. That's the last time I get
drunk," she vowed. Little did she know the truth of the
nightmare.
Mark wondered if he should tell her the truth. After
all, she had (or appeared to have) responded to the old
man's advances by fucking back at him. But, there
again, she could argue that Mark should have stopped
him. She was so drunk, she'd not properly remember and
she'd assumed the semen had been from Mark. They'd not
seen each other for a while, so there was bound to be
plenty of cum. Should he tell her, he wondered to
himself?
Maybe.
But not yet, he thought to himself. What do you think
he should do?
THE END