Pale Winter part 2 - Destiny Dance.

 Pale Winter part 2 - Destiny Dance. 

 

He was just as foul and deviant as his father, Alyssa thought as she wiped his spit and semen from her lips and chin as she gracefully rose from the cupboard floor.

Alistair Spencer was a fat, greasy, foul smelling pervert. She'd weighed him up within minutes of meeting him as he "gave her the tour" at his father's request. 

Seducing him was pure simplicity, a few buttons undone, pressing her legs to his as they sat in the canteen, her hand briefly resting on his immense thigh. Smiling as he bumped up against her time and time again. Fluttering her eyes as he brushed his arm against her tits. 

She'd leaned in close, her voice hot in his ear. 

"Call me Lyssa...." 

For hours she engaged him in small-talk, flirting with him and laughing at his tasteless jokes as they walked the campus, encouraging him and cajoling him into bolder and bolder thought and deed. By the time they returned to the main building they were holding hands, laughing together. 

He guided her to the library, then into the stationary cupboard, carefully closing the door behind them. 

She accepted his clumsy attempt at a kiss, and moaned as his chubby fingers sank hungrily into the flesh of her ass, his tongue snaking into her mouth until, at last, he came up for air. 

"Oh God... You're so fucking hot Lyssa..." 

"mmmmmmm.... Yesss.. Ohhh... fuck Alistair... That feels so good...". 

He'd slid his clammy, greasy hand inside her bra and was kneading her left breast like a lump of play-dough.. 

"Gonna fuck you Lyssa... Gonna fuck you good..." 

"Not yet baby, not until we're official... Not until I know you love me Alistair.." 

He groaned aloud as Alyssa whispered gently into his ear.. 

"But there's plenty other stuff we can do until then... talk dirty to me baby.. " 

...And dropped to her knees. 

She almost gagged at the smell when she freed his cock, the stench of stale sweat and dried piss catching deep in the back of her nostrils. 

Forcing herself on, under the dank slick folds of his gut, she began to massage his stiffening member with her tongue, even fully erect he couldn't reach the back of her mouth, but God did the young man have some girth. 

As Alyssa pleasured him he grunted and moaned telling her what he'd love to do to her, what he thought of her. 

"Gonna fuck your ass bitch.." 

"Slut, whore, fuuuck.. Yeah.." 

"You like it? You like me fucking your face?" 

"We're gonna see if you can fit a fist up your cunt and ass.." 

A gobbet of hot spit spattered onto her face, just below her right eye and dribbled down her cheek. 

"mmmmmmm" she murmured. 

"oh baby, I got plans for you....". He groaned. 

Just then he pulled back and began to furiously pump himself, barely a couple of seconds later he erupted in a sticky blast all over her tongue, smearing his cock end across her lips and down her chin. 

For the remaining hour of her campus visit she let him molest her in any way he wanted, faking an orgasm as he fingered her on the fire escape, playing with her tits and feeling her ass pretty much everywhere else. 

All the while her hunger built. 

It was just before she left that she felt her first twinge of arousal, he guided her into the common room, where three of his sycophantic friends were sat. 

"Hey guys," he called out, "got myself a girlfriend!" 

The three looked at him incredulously, then at her. 

Then burst into raucous laughter. 

Alistair frowned, then savagely pushed her in front of himself. 

His arms circled her waist from behind, one hand sliding under her waistbands and into her thong. For once his fingers moved surely, slipping into her, circling, massaging... Making her moan in genuine pleasure. 

His harsh, graceless voice whispered in her ear. 

"lift up your skirt and show them what I'm doing." 

Alyssa smiled broadly at the three sets of eyes riveted on her as she slowly began to raise the hem of her skirt. 

They could clearly see his hand moving under her tights, and the little breathy moans she was releasing told them that she was obviously enjoying the experience. 

"I have to go now boys.." she smiled, winking at the three. 

"Come on Alistair, I have to be home very soon."

She eased his hand away and spun slowly round in his arms, kissing him soundly. 

"Tomorrow you can show me your favourite cafe." 

He nodded dumbly as she broke away and set off out of the building. 

"Lucky bastard!" 

She heard one of them call after her obese "boyfriend". 

 

Arriving back at her apartment Alyssa quickly stripped and showered, padding into her lounge wearing a huge fluffy towel. Her hair tied up in a smaller towel, she reached for her laptop. 

Opening up a social media site, she accepted Alistair as a friend, quickly searching his account for the three faces she had seen earlier. 

Within minutes Kieran, Tyler and Jake we added to her growing friend list. 

Messaging each of them privately she traipsed to her bedroom slipping off the towels and easing into a warm two-piece pyjama set, made her way to the kitchen and made herself a coffee. 

Soon, she thought, the fun will begin. 

 

Cassandra (Cassie to her friends) tidied up after her husband and son. In these quiet hours when She was alone in the house she often wondered where she'd gone wrong in her life. 

It all came back to one stupid moment, the moment she'd given herself to Colin, seventeen years old she'd let him fuck her, God she loved to fuck, not that it happened very often now. 

Nowadays she was lucky if he could get it up for her once a month. She was certain he was regularly fucking his students, hell, he hardly hid it from her. 

Her fat son worried her too, his weight and addiction to porn was getting serious. 

She knew that she was too old for her husband's tastes now, even though at forty-one she was still beautiful. Trim waist, nice round ass, tits still firm, maybe a little out of shape, but pretty. 

Or so her friend Sheila told her. 

So did Guy, the manager of the liquor store. 

Not for the first time she considered a fling, but no, family first, besides, one thing Colin did do was provide for her, keep her in comfort. 

The tidying done she flounced into her favourite chair and flicked on the TV. 

Alistair had been watching porn again, the picture swam into view, two naked young women writhing and moaning in unison as they rode each other's faces in sixty-nine fashion. 

Cassie's little secret rising briefly to heat her slit and tingle her brain as she imagined herself being pleased in that way. 

Quickly she changed the channel, daytime quiz shows were her favourite, at least they kept her brain from stultifying. 

Reaching for a bottle of prosecco Cassandra poured herself a generous glass and settled back to answer the questions. 

Wiling away the hours until the men in her life returned Cassie alternated between napping, drinking and answering quiz questions. 

Outside the snow began to fall once more as this pale winter drew on. 

 

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