This story is dedicated to Cargy1uk. I had never thought of using soap characters in an erotic story until I read his work. Now I can have them doing all the things they ought to be doing instead of sitting in the Rovers Return moaning.
Author's Note.
It's a little known fact but all the characters in your favourite soaps actually exist as real people. What you see on the screen is the more mundane part of their lives being performed by actors chosen for their uncanny resemblance to the originals. It became necessary to employ actors and to severely edit the scenes transmitted because in real life the characters are totally preoccupied with sexual activity of every type you can imagine and a few that you can't. (Yes I mean you Sally Webster, you brazen hussy).
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What follows is a storyline deemed unsuitable for use as a plot in the foreseeable future. But in a few years time, who knows?
Gail was standing at her living-room window looking out into the street. She was smiling quietly to herself as she spoke to her best friend who was sitting on the sofa in the bright sun-lit room.
"I think Martin fancies you Sally, I've seen the glances he gives you when he thinks you're not looking. You could do worse you know, he's not bad looking and he's quite good at, um, making you feel good, if you know what I mean. If you gave him some encouragement I'm sure he'd make it worth your while.
Sally came and stood behind Gail, looking over her shoulder at the outside world. "I don't need Martin to make me feel good." Her hands rested a moment on Gail's hips before moving round to cup the older woman's soft naked breasts as she crushed her smaller, firmer tits hard against Gail's back. "I think one Platt at a time is enough for anyone. Especially when they can lick a girl's cunt the way you do."
Gail turned to face her and the two women wrapped their arms around each other as they gently pressed their lips together. As Sally inhaled she detected the faint remains of the scent of her pussy juices on Gail's mouth.
At last Sally broke the kiss and led Gail by the hand to the sofa where they sat side by side. "I've got to tell you something Gail. When I said, one Platt at a time was enough, I really meant it. But, well, to be honest, I've already had the other Platt. I hope you don't mind but I shagged Martin last week. You remember that night when we all had a bit too much to drink in the Rovers? Martin walked me home and I invited him in for a coffee. We ended up in bed and we've done I t a few times since.
Gail raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to one side. "Sally, that's lovely. I've got Richard and you've got Martin and we've still got each other. Do you love him?"
Sally shook her head. "I don't think so. He's really good in bed, I suppose you taught him that, but at the end of the day he's just someone to screw. Like you said, he knows how to use his cock and he's very considerate, but he could never make me feel the way that you do when we make love. It happened that night because I was as horny as hell and I had to have a prick in me. I think if Norris had offered, it would have been his lucky day."
Gail laughed and rested her head on Sally's shoulder. The hand that had been stroking Sally's thigh moved slowly upwards until her fingers reached the moist flesh of her pussy. Sally squirmed as Gail worked first one then two fingers into the hot opening.
Although Gail had done this a hundred times before, there was now a new thrill for her as she imagined Martin's cock making the same journey into Sally's sticky passage. "Tell me what happened Sal. I want to hear all of the dirty details."
Sally was staring into the distance as she reached across and caressed one of Gail's breasts, quickly teasing the nipple into a hard pebble of flesh. "Well it all happened quite quickly really. We were standing in the hall and he took his jacket off. I asked him if he took sugar in his coffee and he said that neither of us really wanted coffee and he kissed me. He kissed me very hard. I knew it was going to happen. Like I said I was so horny I'd have fucked Ken Barlow if he'd asked. So when Martin kissed me I put my arms around him and kissed him back. Then I pushed him away, grabbed his hand and just led him upstairs. We were in the middle of the bedroom and he was fiddling with the buttons on my blouse trying to get them undone so I stepped back and took it off. He couldn't take his eyes off my boobs so I reached behind and unhooked my bra to give him a better look. It was like he was frozen to the spot. I don't think he believed what was going on, so I unfastened my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Ten seconds later my tights and knickers were off and I was standing naked in front of him like a completely shameless tart."
Gail giggled, "You are a completely shameless tart. What did he do?"
"He didn't do anything much. I think he was surprised at how quickly everything had happened. I stood in front of him and looked him straight in the eye. Then I told him I wanted him to fuck me senseless. I think he got a bit embarrassed when I said that, but he didn't try and stop me opening his belt and letting his trousers drop round his ankles. I knew, without looking that he'd be wearing tight underpants and when I knelt down in front of him I found I was right. No offence Gail but Martin's always seemed a bit wimpy and I wasn't expecting too much in the volume and length department. But when I saw the bulge in his pants I thought he had one of Fred Elliot's black puddings coiled up in there. It was huge."
