Part three: Eight’s Company
Lizzie does a good night’s work in Manchester in her quest to find the best lays in the UK.
Lizzie gave Belle five stars when she wrote up her lesbian adventures. The girl was wild, with a tongue that explored her body so eagerly that, for the first time, she’d been able to lie back and enjoy cunnilingus without worrying her partner was bored. Her conundrum about whether to write Belle up under ‘Edinburgh’ or ‘Dublin’ had been solved when Belle had introduced her to her friend Sally, an uber-vixen with flogging skills that made Lizzie wince in sadomasochistic bliss. And so Sally had been the Edinburgh recommendation and Belle had been Dublin’s choice. Part of her felt guilty for doing so little research but she only had a month to test the whole of the UK and she was pretty sure she wouldn’t have found better no matter how hard she’d tried. She’d stayed longer than she should have done though, and now had to play catch up.
Lizzie got off the plane at Manchester airport and walked to the cab rank.
“Manchester Union, please.”
With time to make up, students seemed like the richest seam of potential shags.
Even though it was only 3pm, the bar was crowded. Groups of students sat round making jokes which seemed to hinge around repeating a few lines from some comedy show. Lizzie ordered a pint and went up to a table of girls.
“Mind if I join you? I’ve just changed courses and it’s my first day.”
Lizzie soon had the girls talking about sex. She found out that the campus tart was called Andrew.
“But he’s so charismatic that it’s worth it,” said Amber.
“His mate Doug’s better,” said her friend, Lucy.
“No way – he’s a double-bagger.”
“But his tongue…” Lucy was clearly besotted.
“So have you had them both?”
Lucy shot her a look that made it clear she had but there was no way she’d admit it in front of Amber.
God, I’m glad I’m not a student any more, thought Lizzie. But it was useful information. She needed to find out more.
“My round. What you on?”
Truth Or Dare
By 5pm, Lizzie had worked her way round the bar, questioning everyone there about the best shags. Doug was popular. The graffiti in the toilets backed up her research. ‘Doug Chandler is the cunnilingus king,’ read one slogan. The amount of people who’d written ‘I agree,’ underneath suggested he was worth a shot.
It didn’t take long to find him. At 6pm, he arrived in the bar. Lucy was hammered and staggered over.
“You’re ace, Doug.”
She flung her arms around him but didn’t seem too upset when he unpeeled her from his neck.
“You’re drunk, pet. Head home. But maybe I’ll see you later.”
Lizzie’s first target was in her sights and certainly wasn’t the ‘double-bagger’ she’d been expecting. He was only 5ft 8, but his dark hair was endearingly tousled and his grin was naughty.
Unconventional, but fit, she thought. She headed over. “Fancy a drink?”
Doug eyed Lizzie’s figure lasciviously, but rather than talking to her breasts as many men did, he smiled and looked straight at her.
“Cheers. I’m Doug. I’m sure you hear this all the time but you’ve got gorgeous eyes.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“I hope so.”
This was going to be easy.
Sadly, Lizzie had forgotten how much students drank. By nine, she was six pints down, squeezed round a table with Doug’s every-growing circle of friends.
“Drinking games!” Andrew thumped the table and everyone followed suit.
“Fuzzy Duck?” said Ben.
“Boring. Truth or Dare? We can find about Lizzie,” said Doug.
“We should tell her the rules,” said Ben.
“Spoilsport. OK. Drink from your left hand. Ask permission from the person on your left before you drink and tell the person on your right that it’s their turn when you finish. If you get either name wrong or drink from your right hand, you have to tell a truth or do a dare. Minimum drink is four fingers. Any questions?”
Andrew spoke quickly, trying to confuse Lizzie. She repeated what he’d said perfectly, getting a roar of approval.
The game started easily. Lizzie got it right so didn’t have to play a forfeit. Doug failed and opted for a truth.
“Describe your worst perverse dream,” said Andrew.
“Fiona Bruce.” Doug blushed at the jeers.
The game continued in the same vein. Most people were sober enough to get it right but Ben failed and opted for a dare. The lads made him strip then run around the union. Security gave chase but he managed to get back to the table and pull his clothes on before they could identify him.
Things turned nasty when Nathan, a stocky rugby player, admitted he’d once studied ballet. He wasn’t taking the derisory comments well. Lizzie was worried that a fight might start so didn’t concentrate when it was her turn.
“Please can I have a drink, Nathan?” She picked up her pint, necked four fingers and turned to the man next to her.
“Your turn, Doug.”
“Truth or dare!” the men around the table shouted as one.
“I got it right!” Lizzie said, confused.
“You drank with the wrong hand. And it’s Ben next to you, not Nathan. He wasn’t sitting down so he wasn’t in the game. So you’ve got to do a truth and a dare.”
“That’s not fair. I didn’t know that rule.”
“Bollocks. So, truth. How come you’re loaded?”
Lizzie was too drunk to think properly.
“It’s a book advance. I’ve got to fuck people and write about it. Shit!”
She realised too late what she’d done.
“Bollocks,” said Andrew.
“No it’s true but I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s supposed to be a secret.”
The fear in her eyes was obvious. There was no way she was losing £30,000.
“I think she’s telling the truth,” said Doug.
The crowd of men suddenly seemed much closer.
“Is it true?” said Andrew. “Are you really that much of a slut?”
“I’ve barely started.”
“We’ll change that. Your dare is to fuck us all. If you’re telling the truth it’ll be useful for you. And we like helping young ladies, don’t we boys.”
Another roar. Lizzie looked round the table. Eight men. She’d almost meet her target for Manchester in one night.
“OK.”
Double Trouble?
Andrew dragged Lizzie to her feet and led the throng out of the bar. The barman looked bemused as the rowdiest group of people there left an hour before closing time.
The lads shared a house and seemed anxious to get Lizzie back before she could change her mind. Fat chance! As she walked back, Lizzie imagined Doug naked. She wanted to test the cunnilingus rumours. And she liked the idea of making Andrew less cocky. She knew few men could stay arrogant when she sucked them. Her mind worked through the permutations available and her c**t dampened.
When they arrived, Lizzie collapsed on the sofa, resting her head on Andrew’s lap and her feet on Doug’s crotch. Before long, both were hard.
“Come on Doug. Get on with it,” said Andrew.
“Sounds good,” said Lizzie. “Just make sure you use these.” She threw a pack of condoms on the table, pleased she’d brought a 12-pack. Doug stripped her down to her dress. He ran his hands up her thigh and she moaned. As Doug’s hands roved up her thigh, Andrew stroked Lizzie’s breasts.
“Would it be easier if I was naked?” she asked innocently.
The lads cheered as Lizzie stripped. Doug groaned and moved his fingers to her c**t. As he started to finger-fuck her, Andrew kissed her breasts. Lizzie was getting seriously into being caressed by two men but before long she stood up.
“This isn’t fair. Only you two can get to me. Is there a bed?”
Nathan jumped to his feet. “I’ve got a double.”
When they got into his room, Lizzie lay in the centre of the bed.
“Who’s first?”
Nathan climbed over her, stopping to kiss her en route, then lay to her left. Ben took the right hand side. Lizzie reached out a hand on either side and began to stroke their cocks. Ben stroked her tits while Nathan fingered her.
“More,” Lizzie groaned.
Nathan slid another finger up her and she ground against him, still wanking them both. He could sense she wanted more so moved from the bed and foraged in a drawer while Ben straddled her face. Soon, Nathan was back next to her.
“Want this inside you?” he asked, holding a thick candle.
“God, yes.”
Nathan teased her opening until the candle was slick with juices then thrust it up her just as Ben pushed his cock into her mouth. She savoured the way he tasted, rolling her tongue around his head. Nathan slid the candle deeper into her, rubbing her clit at the same time. As she opened her eyes, she realised the other men were naked and wanking. Realising she had a lot to get through, Lizzie wanked Ben. He soon shot his come down her throat, pulling out to let the last spurts cover her face. At the same time, Nathan bent to lick her clit. That sent her over the edge and she came hard. Nathan quickly moved between her thighs and thrust his cock into her as she twitched. He’d clearly been enjoying fucking her with the candle as much as she had. He came in seconds.
Without words, Ben and Nathan swapped places with Andrew and Doug. Lizzie started to suck Andrew’s cock, while Doug tongue-fucked her. The graffiti had been right. He knew exactly what to do, licking the tip of her clit with the underside of his tongue before taking her clit in his mouth. He slid a finger inside her while his tongue worked its magic.
Lizzie loved being licked by Doug while she sucked Andrew. She felt even dirtier because she still had Ben’s come on her face. She was shocked to find herself imagining what she could do with more men. Only one way to find out, she thought and reached for the nearest cock. She couldn’t see whose it was but began pumping it regardless. She felt her other hand being pulled to the side of the bed and soon, she was wanking two cocks over her face while sucking Andrew and feeling Doug lick her clit. As he neared orgasm, Andrew pulled out of her mouth and wanked over her face while Doug carried on tonguing her. The lewd sight set the others off and, as the three men splashed their come all over her face, Lizzie came in Mark’s mouth.
But she was still horny.
“Got any porn?” she was surprised to find herself saying.
“Greg,” the boys chorused. A sheepish looking blond lad vanished into another room and came back with a laptio. Nathan put loaded up Pornhub and everyone crowded on to the bed.
Lizzie felt hands running all over her body. Fingers slipped into her c**t and over her breasts. The men glanced from the video to Lizzie and back again, as if trying to work out if they were dreaming. At one point, the woman on screen had two cocks in her mouth
“Mmm,” groaned Lizzie. Greg and Doug took the hint and knelt on either side of her. She eagerly went from one cock to the other, taking them down her throat then pulling back and wanking Greg while she sucked Doug and vice versa. She could feel them getting close to coming but wanted to get filthier. She leaned back.
“I’ve always liked the idea of having two cocks up me. Would you?”
She edged down the bed so that her legs were lying over the edge. She sat up and Greg climbed underneath her, pushing his condom-clad cock into her sopping c**t. Andrew stood at the end of the bed and followed suit.
“God, that’s tight,” said Andrew.
“But good,” Lizzie moaned.
Lizzie was stretched more than ever before. Doug put his cock back into her mouth and she felt someone sucking on her nipples – or was it two people? Again, cocks were put into her hands and she did the mental calculations. Two guys fucking her, two being wanked, one being sucked, two sucking her tits…
She lifted her head up. “Come here,” she requested a shy-looking bloke. “Come on my face.” With an offer like that, his cock got harder.
One of the men sucking her tits moved his hand to her nipples and started to pinch. Lizzie’s muscles clenched wildly, setting off both guys inside her. Doug came too and she eagerly swallowed. As each man came, he moved away. Lizzie decided it was only fair to give the blokes who were left a show, so picked up the candle and began to masturbate. Knowing she had eight pairs of eyes on her made her horny as hell and before too long she came again. She took the candle up to her lips and licked it clean. She was dripping with come and loved it. This was certainly going to make an interesting chapter.
Read Part Four of Little Black Book.
