DOCTOR DAN'S EROTIC STORIES

SARAH'S ADVENTURES

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
the written permission of the author. This story may be freely
distributed with this notice attached.

SARAH’S ADVENTURES

The pain was so great that it made me moan; and yet so surpassing was the sweetness of this excessive pain that I could not wish to be rid of it.
Teresa of Avila

Physically the woman in intercourse is a space invaded, a literal territory occupied literally; occupied even if there has been no resistance; even if the occupied person said, ‘Yes, please, yes, hurry, yes, more.’
Andrea Dworkin

ENTRACTE, SURBITON

1. THE NAUGHTY GIRLS OF CHELTENHAM

2. AN AFTERNOON IN SURBITON

3. BUKKAKE AND SPANKING

4. A MEMORABLE DAY IN THE HOME COUNTIES

5. GROUP SEX AND THE CAT

6. HELEN AND SARAH GET TOGETHER

7. LOUISE BELHAVEL’S TOYBOX

8. ASIAN PLEASURES

9. VICKY SANDWICHED

10. SMOTHERING SUNDAY

11. THE WILDEST DREAMS OF KEW

12. “HAS ANYONE SEEN MY BOARHIDE SCOURGE?”

13. SEATS CANED

14. O COME, O COME, EMMANUELLE

15. THE LEAVING OF ENGLAND

ENTRACTE, SURBITON

It was early autumn and leaves skittered along the flags of the pavement of Saint John’s Road in the outer London suburb of Surbiton. Sarah McTiernan took the address book out of her pocket and leafed carefully through the pages, glancing at the house number. The tall house was the right address, the Seddon household, after all. First leafy genteel Surbiton, then a gap year in Asia. The mysterious East, she knew, lay in the future. When exactly, she knew not.

Sarah pushed open the unlocked conservatory door and looked enquiringly at the tall young woman engrossed in a novel as she reclined on a red velvet-covered chaise longue.
The slim dark-haired woman in the long silk skirt was maybe in her late thirties, maybe even her early forties, guessed Sarah.

‘Mrs Seddon, I presume. I’m Sarah McTiernan. How do you do?’ said Sarah confidently.

‘How do you do yourself, Sarah McTiernan? So you’re the lovely freckled red-haired girl who is said to like spanking, caning and whipping, are you?’ enquired Vicky Seddon with a welcoming smile. She looked up and grinned at her visitor before leaping to her feet and extending her hand.

Sarah blushed crimson and bit her lip. She felt suddenly awkward and embarrassed to meet her hostess’ eye and quite mortified that this unknown woman in her thirties seemed to know so much about her that was, mercifully, quite unknown to her own family.

‘Don’t be shy, Sarah’ laughed Vicky. ‘Jenny McMullen told me all about you. She even told me a little bit about the time you were both caught shoplifting in Cheltenham and what happened to you both then. Golly, what a very exciting story! I wish I’d been there to watch; in fact, I dearly wish I’d been one of you two depraved girls myself. Was it really as much saucy fun as Jenny hinted to me? She led me to believe that it was a schoolgirl escapade de luxe, you know.’

‘I was scared out of my wits at first but I quite got into it a little bit later on,’ Sarah said quietly. ‘I mean, a lot of it was new to me. Then, I mean.’

‘Even the most depraved whore was an innocent virgin once,’ Vicky Seddon purred sympathetically, a broad and lascivious grin illuminating her face. ‘I remember how I was struck dumb with amazement when I found myself handling two lovely stiff cocks at the same time and being gently taught to suck them and lick them and nuzzle two pairs of pretty balls with my muzzle. And that was when I was a fair bit younger than you were when you and Jenny were caught shoplifting, too. I’ll tell you all about it sometime, if you like. Sit down beside me and tell me all about that quite thrilling experience you and Jenny had. Want some wine? Chardonnay or, rather more decadent and much more suitable for the occasion, Montrachet? By the way, call me Vicky from now on!’

Sarah smiled in acknowledgement and pulled off her wool hat, shaking her long red hair loose. Her cascading copper-coloured locks were a source of radiant light in themselves, thought Vicky. Sarah took off her sheepskin coat and her woolen scarf, dropped both neatly onto a convenient wicker chair, and sat down on the chaise longue beside Vicky, accepting a newly poured glass of dark rich Montrachet with graceful and sophisticated ease. She drained it in a long thirsty gulp, quite startling Vicky, and then held out her glass for it to be refilled.

‘All right. I’ll tell you all about it, Vicky. But you mustn’t interrupt me. Promise?’

Vicky nodded and began to busy herself deftly sticking Rizla cigarette papers together on the back of a school atlas.

‘Well, Jenny and I were out shopping in Cheltenham and once in a while we’d be stupid and naughty enough to shoplift things, too. Never big or valuable stuff; we did it for the excitement, the silly thrill and the risk, not really for gain, if you see what I mean. And this time we’d simply been really, really silly. We’d bought a small bottle of cognac and emptied it between the pair of us in the park before we lurched out into Cheltenham High Street.’

Vicky nodded, desperately unwilling to interrupt but wanting to set the scene in her mind’s eye. She looked Sarah squarely in the eye and spoke very quietly.

‘Go ahead and tell me. I won’t say a word until you’ve finished, I promise.’ She busied herself with her task, carefully separating skeins of marijuana from a lacquered Kashmiri box and adding them to the tobacco in the crease in the centre of the Rizla papers.

‘How old were you two then, Sarah?’

‘Oh, I was still sixteen and Jenny McMullen had just turned seventeen. Now, please let me continue.’

1. THE NAUGHTY GIRLS OF CHELTENHAM

It was nearly six and Michael Butterworth was getting ready to close for the day. The last hour of business was often the busiest at the music store he managed while completing the last few papers of his Ph.D. in criminology. A graduate student, he was old at thirty-five.

Young working people and teenagers comprised most of the store’s customers and shoplifting was a perennial problem; CDs and cassettes were just too tempting and far too easy to purloin, as Michael often told himself. Among the worst offenders were girls from the famous college not far away, girls from prosperous upper-middle-class homes who should have known better, as Michael knew well. Until now, though, he’d failed to catch, or even spot, a single shoplifter, a fact which the shop’s owner had often drawn to his attention. Apprehensive of losing his easy billet, with its flat conveniently provided above the shop, Michael had recently resolved to be unceasingly vigilant.

Then, this evening, his luck turned; the very last customers of the day were two adolescent girls browsing through the CD racks.

‘Can you choose want you want to buy, please? I’m closing in two minutes.’

His listeners shrugged contemptuously, and exchanged whispers. Michael ducked beneath the counter to tidy away the day’s random debris and emerged to glimpse the very episode he had longed to see for weeks. By the purest chance, he caught sight of the taller of the pair, a fair-haired girl, surreptitiously slipping two CDs into the bag hanging from her shoulder. Enraged, Michael dashed forward and locked the door, preventing their escape. Aghast, the two girls stared at one another and then at Michael.

‘You two can come back here with me while I decide what to do.’

Cowed and silent, the pair followed Michael to the stockroom and then up the narrow stairs to the flat above the music store. He pointed to the sofa in the living room.

‘Sit there while I make a phone call or two’.

The two uniformed girls on the sofa facing him, their faces pale and apprehensive. Michael was suddenly aware of the power he had over them and his throat went dry. He looked the pair keenly and spoke.

‘Well, what are your names?’

‘I’m Jennifer McMullen,’ said the taller of the pair, clearly the senior of the two.

‘I’m Sarah McTiernan,’ blurted the red-haired girl with the freckled face. ‘Please don’t tell anyone. We promise never, ever, to do it again’, she added impulsively, obviously close to tears.

Both girls were clearly terrified of the probable consequences of their actions. Formal charges, court appearances and almost certain expulsion. Inevitably, their parents would be informed; both would have criminal records and be publicly disgraced.

‘How old are you two, anyway?’ asked Michael Butterworth.

‘I’m seventeen,’ said Jennifer McMullen. With a sniff, which was almost a sob, Sarah McTiernan disclosed that she was still sixteen.

‘I see, so Sarah will be charged in juvenile court and Jennifer just qualifies for the Magistrates’ Court,’ said Michael indifferently. ‘You’re both in pretty serious trouble, aren’t you? For girls of your class, I mean’, he added coldly. Neither of the youthful pair in front of him had done an honest day’s work in their lives, he was sure of that.

‘Oh, please no!’ blurted blonde Jennifer, quite losing her composure in her distress.

‘If I call the police or even just your snobby expensive college, you’ll both be in a real mess, don’t you? You do both know that, don’t you?’

‘Yes, sir,’ chorused the pair, their voices little more than a whisper.

‘To be honest, I’m uncertain about whether I want to ruin the future for either of you, but you do deserve to be punished. You’d agree with me, wouldn’t you?’ An idea was forming in his mind and he suppressed a salacious smile.

‘Punish us how?’ Jennifer looked at him in a puzzled way.

‘I’ll spank your bare backsides here and now until your buttocks are scarlet and you’re both thoroughly contrite. How about that?’

‘Spank our bare bums?’ exclaimed Jennifer, astonished and hardly able to believe her ears.

‘Take my punishment the way I want to give it or you can wait and see what the police and your college authorities have to say about juvenile theft. If you choose the police, my guess is that before today’s over you’ll find yourself wishing you’d chosen the spanking. Take the spanking and you’re both free to go’. With that, Michael shrugged and moved towards the telephone nestled in the clutter of his criminology books and papers.

Jennifer McMullen and Sarah McTiernan looked at one another in terror and thought fast. Sarah spoke first, her words tumbling out in a rush. Her brown eyes were visibly wide and moist, Michael noticed with satisfaction.

‘Spank us, sir! We’ll take your punishment! Please don’t tell the police or the college!’

‘Both of you?’ Michael queried, his pulse racing.

Jennifer nodded, her eyes moist. Beside her, Sarah was also conspicuously on the verge of tears.

‘Jennifer, you’re the older and the actual thief of the pair of you two miscreants. Take off your shoes and your panties. Hoist your skirt right up above your waist and lie across my lap.’

Sniffing back her tears, Jennifer stood up and complied. Michael Butterworth sat down on the sofa. He was beginning to enjoy himself, he realised.

‘Sit opposite us, Sarah McTiernan. I want you to watch closely. You’re next so you might as well see everything really well.’

Jennifer, obedient and silent, stretched herself across Michael’s lap as bidden, her bared buttocks white against his bottle-green slacks and the dark fabric of the sofa. The underside of her firm youthful breasts pressed against the side of his left leg and Michael was aware that his penis was stiffening at the unaccustomed contact with young female flesh. It’s been a long time, he thought. Far too bloody long.

‘Spread your buttocks wider, Jennifer McMullen. I’m going to spank you thoroughly, not just slap your bottie a little. With a loud sniff, Jennifer obeyed and Michael was rewarded with the sight of the pink rosebud of her anus nestled in the ginger-hued crease between the firm globes of her bottom, as well as a tantalising glimpse of soft fair hairs a little lower.

‘Ready, Jennifer?’

Jennifer replied with a louder sniff.

The first slap fell on Jennifer’s right buttock and she yelped with surprise rather than real pain.

‘Ow-wow! That bloody well hurts!’

‘Be quiet, Jennifer McMullen, it was meant to hurt. This is just the beginning of your punishment. Any more noise and I’ll gag you and that’ll keep you quiet enough. Do you want that? Do you want to be gagged? With your knickers, perhaps?’

Jennifer shook her head furiously, her long blonde hair flailing from side to side as she did so.

Michael slapped Jennifer’s right buttock hard with his open palm a further four times before pausing.

Jennifer was sobbing quietly and Michael looked up into Sarah McTiernan’s face. To his great pleasure, Sarah’s eyes were wide and bright and she was breathing hard, her mouth open with excitement. It was evident to Michael that she was deriving a voyeuse’s pleasure from watching her friend’s sufferings.

This is too awful to be true but it’s very, very exciting!

‘I’m glad you’re watching, Sarah McTiernan. Take a cigarette if you want one. In fact, help yourself to a drink,’ suggested Michael, pointing at a cigarette packet and a lighter on a low table next to the chair on which the younger girl was sitting. Sarah took a cigarette and lit it, then walked over to the sideboard and poured herself a tumbler of Campari, swallowing half of it in a single impulsive draught.

Michael began to spank Jennifer’s neglected left buttock and Jennifer squealed aloud.

‘Oh God! Please no! No more!’

‘Shut up, I said! Now you’ll get more hard slaps now for your disobedience, Jennifer.’

A rain of slaps followed. Five on one buttock, then five on the next. Jennifer sobbed as though heart-broken. Then there was a long pause broken only by Jennifer’s continued sobs.

‘More Campari, Sarah? Please feel free to help yourself.’

Sarah obeyed. She gulped a second tumbler of Campari. This, added to the Hennessey brandy the two had drunk an hour earlier, made her feel light-headed and reckless. Yes, there would be a spanking to come but she would survive it and graduate from college undisgraced. In the meantime, watching Michael Butterworth spank Jennifer McMullen, her friend and companion-in-crime, was a thoroughly exciting spectacle and one which she was relishing immensely. How odd that watching Jenny being spanked should be so thrilling, she thought. Jennifer’s spanking resumed.

After twenty-five slaps had been inflicted and Jennifer was steadily sobbing, her buttocks scarlet, Michael looked up.

‘Sarah, I’ve nearly finished with Jennifer. Take off your shoes, your panties and your skirt. Don’t argue the toss with me, girl. Do it now.’

Sarah though better of objecting and obeyed promptly, her freckled face flushed with adolescent embarrassment in spite of the rosy inner glow the delectably sweet alcohol had bestowed upon her. She stood up and folded her arms well aware that she was naked below the waist but somehow, paradoxically, quite confident that nothing too dreadful would befall her. Sarah was rightly proud of her flawless body and her womanly bush, bright coppery-red against the pale skin of her abdomen and thighs. She’d often admired herself naked in front of a full-length mirror. Now a strange man was looking at her legs, her thighs, her flawlessly flat abdomen and her russet-hued bush. She quivered with excitement and anticipation.

‘Are you going to spank me now, sir?’ Sarah demanded coquettishly, her head on one side. I’m a bit drunk, she thought. Never mind. No police. No college bother. No weeping Mummy or enraged Daddy, either. She felt warm, excited and ready for anything.

‘No. Not yet anyway. Come here and kneel down next to Jennifer’s arse, Sarah.’

Kneeling next to Jennifer’s red buttocks, Sarah looked up into Michael’s eyes. Michael grinned broadly, knowing that pure luck had decreed which of the two girls was to be the first victim and which to be his co-punisher.

Fortuna, fickle goddess, you’ve turned up trumps for once. After so much dismally solitary loneliness, my luck has turned at long last!

‘Put a finger into her cunt, Sarah. Make her feel better after her punishment. Go on, do it. Obey me or I’ll make you regret it, I promise!’

Sarah obeyed, sliding a firm digit slowly and carefully into Jennifer’s moist and pouting vagina. She was thrilled beyond measure to be doing something so naughty. She’d heard of big girls doing this to one another and she’d even tried it a few times with an Indian girl at her preparatory school. Five years ago now, thought Sarah. I’m out of practice. Oh, lovely fragrant Neeta Gupta, adored brown girl from Gujarat and Southall, where is that lovely sweet slit of yours today?

Jennifer moaned and squirmed at the unexpected intrusion. The spanking had ceased, mercifully, but her buttocks stung as though burned and now there was this new, quite unaccustomed, sensation. She was appalled yet simultaneously thrilled despite herself.

Michael held Jennifer firmly in place, in spite of her squirming and whimpering.

‘Two fingers, Sarah. Then three. Kiss her sore bottom better.’

Sarah slid a second finger into Jennifer’s body, gently moving her hand to and fro, and then bent her head and started to kiss Jennifer’s inflamed buttocks. Then, shocked despite her excitement, Sarah started as though stung by a wasp. Michael had leaned over and was caressing the curls of her abundant and untrimmed pubic hair, the moist and excited outer lips of her sex and – a moment later – a questing fingertip had slid inside the delicate and sensitive tissues of her own vagina, wet with the involuntary secretions which had flowed unseen, stimulated by the excitement of watching Jennifer’s spanking. Sarah choked back a shriek, gritting her teeth bravely and gasping aloud despite her resolve to keep her composure.

O do it, sir! Yes, do it! My very first time with a man. Please do it! Oh, God, yes! Please! Yes! Yes! Yes! I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand. Oh, yes, go on, sir. Finger me thoroughly like you’re doing now! Do it!

‘Go on. Kiss her and finger her and I’ll finger you, you beautiful red-haired girlie, Sarah,’ Michael said quietly.

As though involuntarily, Sarah opened her legs wider to allow Michael’s finger easier access to her moist sex. Jesus, it felt wonderful! Excited, she slid a third finger gently into Jennifer and began to caress her friend with a gentle, yet determined, thrusting motion.

‘Good girl, fuck Jennifer with your fingers. Really fuck her!’

Finger and please me like I’m fingering and pleasing her. Oh yes, that’s it, nicely and gently inside me. Oh yes, the very first time with a man for this neophyte! Go on, go on!

Yes, thought Sarah, I’ll fuck her with my wicked fingers for you, sir. What’s next on the menu, I wonder? She didn’t have long to wait for, after a few minutes, Michael whispered in her ear.

‘Kiss her pretty bumhole, Sarah. Girls like having that done when they’re warmed up and excited enough.’

Do they? Yes, I bet they bloody do! Who wouldn’t?

Warmed up and thoroughly excited herself, Sarah obeyed instantly without the slightest hesitation or grimace of distaste. A big wet kiss on Jennifer’s pretty and inviting rosebud. Then another and another. God, she thought, if this is pervy and wicked, it’s certainly more fun than she’d had in a long time. If ever.

Oh Christ, this pervy stuff is lovely fun. Really lovely! Oh, why isn’t everyone doing this lovely filthy pervy stuff all the time? Why wasn’t I doing it when I was twelve or thirteen?

‘Pull her bum wide open with your fingers and put your tongue into her. As far up her bottom as you can, Sarah,’ Michael whispered.

To her surprise, Sarah felt no distaste or revulsion as she obeyed Michael’s command. Her gentle fingertips opened Jennifer’s anus and her tongue slid inside easily. Jennifer’s bottom tasted gingery but not at all nasty, Sarah thought, as her pelvis ground and thrust awkwardly forward to welcome Michael’s intrusive fingers.

By now Jennifer’s piteous sobs had ceased completely, replaced by soft moans of helpless dismay or, as Michael knew well, inarticulate pleasure. A quiet howl of disappointment and bereft anguish had momentarily escaped her lips as Sarah’s glistening fingers were withdrawn from her vagina, to be succeeded by a moan of relieved pleasure as she felt Sarah’s resolute tongue enter her sphincter.

The minutes ticked away. Michael fingered Sarah while Sarah, ecstatic and sighing with delight, continued her attentions to Jennifer.

Delighted, Michael continued to caress Sarah’s warm wet sex as the excited sixteen-year-old schoolgirl treated her seventeen-year-old friend enthusiastically to anilingus, a totally new, and hitherto unimagined, experience for both of them. A sudden gush of wetness on Michael’s fingers told Michael that Sarah was as excited as a questing finger would get her. A pretty freckled red-haired girl wriggling on his hand and that sweet teen, astonishingly, is an uninhibited squirter, too, he thought. Squirters are always the hottest and horniest women. What marvellous luck! Lovely, lovely girl and what amazing luck!

Oh no! How awfully embarrassing. I’ve squirted piss from my pussy just like I often do when I play with myself! How very, very shy-making.

‘Oh, you sweet dear girl, a big wet squirt of love-juice all over my hand and still dripping, you sweet young lady. You are a really hot sexy girl, aren’t you?’

‘You’re not angry with me for being so messy? I couldn’t help it, really I couldn’t. I didn’t mean to piss myself! Oh, God. I’m so ashamed!’ gasped Sarah, her face crimson with mortified embarrassment.

‘Not at all. Far bloody from it! Squirting from your cunt when you’re excited is the sure and certain sign of a hot sexy girl, Sarah! Your floodgates opened spontaneously, that’s all. It’s love-juice, not pee. You didn’t know?’

‘I had no idea, none at all. Really? Honestly and truly? Not pee?’

‘Really, honestly and truly, Sarah’.

“You’re not angry?’

‘No, not at all. Come on, Sarah McTiernan, it’s time for a change of place. There’s simply not enough room here on the sofa,’ said Michael. Eliciting a soft moan, he withdrew his wet hand from the still wetter cleft at the junction of Sarah’s thighs, much to her momentary distress, pulled gasping Jennifer and sweaty Sarah abruptly to their feet and led them into the adjoining bedroom.

Michael lifted Jennifer and laid her on her back on the dark linen duvet covering the double bed, spreading her lovely long legs wide as he did so.

The voice was at her ear again, soft yet irresistibly urgent.

‘Lick Jennifer’s cunt, Sarah. Finger-fuck her cunt like you did before. Suck her clitoris and please her. Make the girl come twice or more or you’ll get a double spanking, I promise you. You’ve got fifteen minutes, no more!’ Michael positioned Sarah between Jennifer’s splayed thighs and pushed her head gently forward.

‘You understand what I want you to do, pretty Sarah McTiernan?’ asked Michael. He knelt beside Sarah’s backside and ran his hands appreciatively over the firm white flawless globes of her buttocks. I want to fuck this lovely redheaded girl’s sopping cunt and the tight pink virginal bumhole in front of me, he thought. No, I’ll save those sweet orifices for another day. Tonight, I’ll start with her mouth while the tall one’s slapping her lovely white arse. In a minute. Not yet.

‘You understand, Sarah?’

‘Gloop! I think so, sir’, Sarah gurgled, her face buried in Jennifer’s gaping, sopping sex. Jennifer first gasped, then moaned, then squealed aloud in ecstasy, for Sarah’s lips had found her erect clitoris and the tip of Sarah’s tongue was teasing her unmercifully. Sarah had never done this before but every girl knows instinctively what pleases another girl and Sarah McTiernan was determined to do her very best.

Behind her, Michael had eased Sarah’s knees wider apart and then turned over onto his back. Intent on her task, Sarah opened her thighs still wider as Michael Butterworth eased his head under her moist vagina and the moist russet curls surrounding it. She felt her eager breath on her sensitive nether lips.

I know what’s coming now. He’s going to lick my slit and tongue my clitoris, too. Wonderful! But can I bloody stand that sort of attention without going stark raving mad?

A moment later the man’s tongue had flicked her clitoris and she moaned softly with delight, her mouth still busily intent on given Jennifer pleasure, as she’d been ordered. Gasping for breath, she raised her head and nuzzled Jennifer’s clitoris with the tip of her nose.

Do it to her, Sarah, really do it! I’ll make you come, Jenny. Yes, I’ll really make you bloody well come, you tall blonde beauty!

Jennifer achieved orgasm thrice and Sarah ground her pelvis into Michael’s face no fewer than four times, squirting him copiously each time as she achieved orgasm.

Panting for breath, the three lay sweatily entwined for ten minutes, recovering. Sarah suppressed a giggle; the linen duvet was quarter-covered with evidence of the two girls secretions. Quite a souvenir left behind by the shoplifting girls, she thought. Then, as instructed by Michael, Jennifer went off to fetch Campari with soda water while Michael whispered in Sarah’s receptive ear.

‘You’re still owed a spanking, you know, squirting Sarah McTiernan. But you’ve been such a good obedient cunt-lapper and bum-licker that I’ll make it really light. Even quite pleasant, actually. Jennifer McMullen will spank your lovely backside with her hands while you suck me off to completion and swallow my spunk. Every last sticky drop. Deal?’

It took a moment for Sarah to grasp what was required of her. He wanted her to suck his penis and swallow every drop of his semen!

‘Deal, sir’ Sarah replied, her eyes shining with anticipation of what awaited her no less than satiation after such attentive cunnilingus. Oh yes, Sarah had heard all about sucking a penis from a girl in college with two older boy cousins. Samantha had done it twice or more daily throughout a long summer holiday. She’d done it reluctantly and even tearfully at first but joyfully and very eagerly later.

‘Oh, Sarah, you can’t believe the feeling of power it confers on a girl to be in command of a rampant throbbing cock and a pair of balls aching to be emptied! You’ll never, ever, as long as you live, forget that first amazing moment when you look up and meet your lover’s eyes just before he shoots his spunk into your mouth!’

Sarah exulted. Oh, yes, she could do it, certainly she could do this easily enough after licking Jennifer fore and aft! She’d suck this man’s penis as though her life depended on it! What a treat! Sucking a penis even had a posh Latin name, fellatio, too. Rather like a painter of the Renaissance or a Florentine poet.

Could she remember what Samantha had told her? Yes, she could, practically word for word.

Use your hands gently. Do your best to give the impression that this is the happiest moment of your life. Suck hard on the knob. Use your tongue to tease the little hole at the end. Keep your teeth out of the way. Wank the shaft gently but firmly. Pace yourself and don’t tire. Let him control the pace if he wants to guide your hands. When the cock squirts against your tonsils and down your gullet, don’t gag or choke or retch. Swallow the lot and look grateful. Easy, really.

‘Let me take off your trousers, sir’, said Sarah quietly. Her heart was pounding like a power tool. Oh, yes, Sarah had seen little boys’ cocks and even the occasional adult male pissing in places like Windsor Great Park but this was the real thing at long last. The belt, the fastener, the buttons and the zip were no difficulty. Then there were the dark blue Y-fronts to be slid down.

Oh yes, this was it, for the first time ever. Lovely! Uncovered, Michael’s member was semi-flaccid and not at all terrifying. Sarah tried to remember what she’d been taught by Samantha. It gets bigger if you treat it carefully and kindly; a lot of boys and men are sensitive about being thought too small. Most men’s pricks are between five and eight inches long when fully erect. As she reached out slowly, she guessed the length of the penis before her as very, very slightly longer than her middle finger. Don’t be scared, girl; it’s only a sponge engorged with blood.

‘Lie on your back, sir. I can do it,’ said Sarah confidently. She wriggled into position, laying her head on Michael’s abdomen, and extended her tongue as gently as when she’d licked Jennifer’s anus. The penis jerked in immediate response, as though it had a life of its own.

O Lord, open Thou our lips.

‘You need to have your bum up in the air so Jennifer can spank you, Sarah’ said Michael quietly. He felt he was in paradise; never once in his six-year marriage had his wife, now his ex-wife and alive and well in California, treated him with anything approaching this degree of courtesy and gentleness. Jennifer, her eyes radiant with satiation, unprecedented erotic excitement and the Campari she had drunk, took up her position and prepared to slap Sarah’s buttocks energetically.

‘Spread your arse, Sarah. I want to see your lovely bumhole and your pretty cunt, too,’ commanded Jennifer McMullen, her voice discernibly slurred, if only just. These girls had better go back to their college in a taxi, Michael suddenly thought.

Sarah eased her knees further apart, suddenly aware that she was disclosing her anus and her vagina to her friend.

God Almighty, having my bare bum spanked and sucking a grown-up dickie at the same time! Oh, if only the girls at school could see me now, they’d be green with envy. Come on, girl, concentrate on the job in hand and the cock in your mouth. Open wide! Yippee!

A moment later Sarah’s mouth was full of the erectile tissue and Jenny, her very best friend, was slapping her buttocks merrily and playfully, quite unlike like the spanking Jenny had herself received at the remorseless and quite pitiless hand of Michael Butterworth.

Her head awhirl, Sarah reached over and began to gently caress Michael’s scrotal sac.

Oh, how lovely; two firm balls in a furry purse.

It took some doing but with a final triumphant squirm to settle herself into position, Sarah succeeded in arranging herself so that one hand, her left, continued her testicular fondling and her strong right hand was gently milking the shaft. Wanking a prick, wasn’t that it?

‘Slap her arse, Jennifer! Slap her! Slap her!’ Michael commanded. Jennifer obeyed and the blows began to hurt, not much, but the pain was there, that was certain. Oh, but somehow every open-palm slap felt indescribably thrilling and wonderful, too. Every slap felt like a vigorous and heartfelt kiss. In spite of the penis, now fully erect and thrilling her with its presence in her mouth, Sarah contrived to mumble a litany of soft moans of sheer pleasure and fulfilment.

‘Slap her arse harder, Jennifer McMullen!’ gasped Michael. He reached out and put his hand firmly on Sarah’s, doubling the tempo of her hand on his saliva-glistening shaft. Won’t be long now, thought Sarah. To her delight, she was not wrong; the climax came mere seconds later. The penis jerked and, so it seemed, swelled in her hand. God’s bloody teeth, was the soft purple head in her mouth swelling, too? Why did nobody teach us any of this stuff in school, for heaven’s sake? Here it comes, any second now. Stand by!

For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful. Amen.

Suddenly there was more semen gushing into her expectant mouth than Sarah had anticipated. One big strong squirt was followed by another and yet another, the last one quite modest, an anti-climactic diminuendo. Finis. Bidding her gag reaction cease and desist, she swallowed, swallowed and swallowed yet again until only a drop remained in her mouth. Detaching her lips from Michael Butterworth’s glans penis, she wriggled awkwardly across the bed and seized a surprised Jennifer, the tall girl whose blows she had so lately endured, by her long fair hair, tilting Jennifer’s head backwards. Sarah clamped her mouth on Jennifer’s and shoved her semen-coated tongue inside Jennifer’s oral cavity as far as she could. Now I’ve had my tongue in your bum, your cunt and your mouth, pretty Jenny, Sarah thought with the fierce exulting thrill of possession, exulting. Jenny McMullen is my lovely bitch! Mine!

Astounded, Jennifer gurgled. Sarah’s saliva flowed into her mouth, flavoured with the residue of Michael Butterworth’s semen.

Pulling herself away a minute later, Sarah McTiernan ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. Nothing left but the taste. Rather like salty mushroom soup, she thought. Nothing nasty about spunk at all, is there? She turned to Michael Butterworth, her head cocked on one side.

‘I know you told me to swallow every drop, sir, but Jenny’s my very best friend and it just wouldn’t have been fair to keep it all for myself, would it?’

2 AN AFTERNOON IN SURBITON

When Sarah finished her story, Vicky passed the half-smoked joint to her and Sarah finished it unhesitatingly, cooling her mouth periodically with draughts of Montrachet.

‘That was a splendidly exciting story, darling. And all of it was word-for-word true, too? Really? Every word? Just as it happened?’

Sarah, her face a little flushed from the wine and the marijuana, nodded.

‘Even the snowballing?’ asked Vicky.

‘Snowballing?’

‘The act of deftly transferring a man’s spunk from one girl’s soft mouth to another’s, Sarah?’

‘Oh yes, that too. Is that the name for it? That was really spur-of-the-moment spontaneity, though. I’d nearly swallowed the lot before the thought occurred to me that Jennifer would like a little taste, too’

‘Just that one very exciting time? Never again?’

‘Well, there was more, quite a bit more, if you really want to know, Vicky.’

‘I do. Tell me the lot. This is such a lovely true story’.

‘We went to see him, Michael I mean, at his flat, every so often. We’d ring him up and make dates a day or two ahead of time. Then we’d go round and he’d spank us and have him watch us while we spanked one another. Every visit, we’d suck him off together, both of us. He’d spatter our tits and we’d lick his spunk off one another’s nipples and necks. He’d finger me to a come and pull Jenny’s face close so I squirted her sometimes. Then he’d lick my pussy juice off Jenny’s face. I managed to get on the pill and so did Jenny, but we’re still both demi-vièrges, to tell the shameful truth’

Enormously excited and impressed by Sarah’s story, Vicky whistled.

‘How sad and mad and bad it was …’ she said quietly.

‘…but then, how it was sweet!’ cried Sarah with delight at encountering a kindred soul..

‘Cool! So you’re even less innocent than Jenny hinted to me. Christ, that marvellous tale of yours has made me wet and hot. Very, very wet. Look!’

Excited by the girl’s story, Vicky hoisted her skirt to her waist and pulled off her lace panties. She parted her thighs, displaying a moisture-glistening vagina fringed by profusely curling dark hair.

O, it’s a real Douainier Rousseau jungle down there! Quite awesomely tropical, in fact.

Sarah giggled with delight and excited arousal.

‘What a lovely, lovely, cunt you have, Vicky! Furry and ever so pretty, too! Beautifully furry inner thighs, and there’s your lovely, lovely pinky-red clitoris!’ said Sarah, her suddenly hoarse voice betraying her unmistakable excitement.

‘Would you like to make love to me, Sarah?’ asked Vicky, her voice as low and as seductive as she could manage and her heart anxiously pounding.

Sarah clapped her hands together and guffawed loudly and coarsely.

‘I say! What a very vanilla expression, Mrs Victoria Seddon. Your merest whim is my command, mistress! Would you like me to lick your beautiful pussy like I used to lick Jenny McMullen’s in Cheltenham?’

‘If you’d like to pleasure me with your tongue, I’d be overjoyed, Sarah. Or I’ll lick you first if you like. Well?’

Sarah responded at once with a squeal of unfeigned and delighted enthusiasm, then composed herself and fell to her knees in wordless reply. With practiced skill, she teased Vicky’s clitoris with the tip of her tongue.

‘Ooh! You’re going for my love button first thing, you saucy little minx!’

Warming to her task, Sarah licked all around Vicky’s gaping vagina, returning to tease the older woman’s clitoris with the tip of her tongue periodically. Then, without the slightest warning, she sucked her right index finger for a second or two and unhesitatingly pushed it straight into Vicky’s tight anus.

‘Ooh, Sarah, your wicked finger’s right up my bum! Lovely Sarah! You sweet filthy bitch, make me come! Make me come right now! Use your teeth, darling! Make me howl if you want to!’

Her heart thumping, Sarah nibbled on Vicky’s clitoris, thrusting two fingers into Vicky’s wet vagina as she did so. With a frenzied squeal, simultaneously clamping Sarah’s head between her long thighs, Vicky achieved orgasm, arching her hips upwards. Undeterred and remorseless, Sarah continued her task until a second squealed orgasm followed the first.

Afterwards, sweating profusely as though she had victoriously completed a cross-country run, Vicky sprawled on the chaise longue while Sarah, her freckled face flushed and still wet with Vicky’s effusion, was grinning in triumph, kissing her hostess languidly in between sips of wine.

Vicky glanced at her watch.

‘Oh no, look at the time, Sarah! Donald will be home soon. Look, I’ve got an idea. We’ll feed him and ourselves, have some lovely chilled Moselle wine and maybe a joint or two together and then the three of us can half a bath together and then, well, we’ll see how things go from there, shall we?’

‘He won’t want to whip me or anything too horrid will he, Vicky’ asked Sarah, suddenly rather alarmed at the mention of Vicky’s husband. She had quite forgotten about Vicky’s married status.

‘Only if I tell him to, darling. Donald is an absolute poppet and he’s been trained to be an attentive woman-pleaser, too. I’ve trained him very, very well, believe you me. If you want your pretty young bumhole licked and tongued gently for twenty minutes, I’ll command him to do it and he’ll do it well enough to make you squeal with pleasure or he’ll be obliged to accept a dozen hard strokes of the cane on his bare bottom as a punishment. You could cane him as well if you liked, Sarah. Just say the word’.

Sarah squirmed in her seat at the thought of Vicky’s husband performing anilingus on her. Would Vicky be watching? Yes, of course she would! The idea of caning a man before his wife’s watching eyes made her head spin.

‘You’d tell your husband to lick my bottom, my anus, Vicky?’ she whispered, a note of incredulity in her voice. Vicky lit another joint and giggled wickedly.

‘If you’d like me to, I’ll order him to suck all your toes one by one, then kiss your legs all the way up to your cunt. He won’t need much persuading, believe me! Once he’s nuzzled your clitoris for a while to put you in the mood, I’ll instruct him to roll you over gently, pull your bum open with his fingers and start rimming and reaming you.’

‘Rimming? Reaming?’ Sarah McTiernan had never heard either word.

‘Rimming is simply having one’s anus tongued in a sort of circular way. Nice enough, of course, but nothing special, really. Reaming is when the tongue goes deep inside repeatedly and gets the tissue inside slick and responsive. I once had Donald doing it to a Japanese girl student I met at the V & A one weekend and brought home. She simply adored it once I’d gracefully quieted her misgivings and apprehensions; the Japanese don’t have much of a guilt culture about sensual pleasures, you know. My dear, she was in ecstasy, quite ecstatic!’

‘You mean you told your husband to do that to someone he didn’t even know? In front of you?’ asked Sarah. Her mouth was dry at the very thought.

‘Oh, yes, I most certainly did, darling. His face was between Harumi’s plump buttocks for twenty or thirty minutes, if I remember rightly.

Donald does what he’s told when I tell him, the sweet lamb. As for Harumi, she positively adored our depraved and lecherous caresses, even though she was practically a virgin until that day. Mind you, by the time Donald and I were through with her, she was really Lady Bing Trophy material, a multi-talented fuck-slut, harlot and libertine. By the way, she was absolutely fascinated and intrigued by my luxuriantly curly pussy hair and by the curls at the base of Donald’s prick. Japanese girls have tufts of straight pussy hair, like a Siamese cat’s pelt. Actually, so do all East Asian girls, now I come to think of it.’

‘You must have had some wonderful sexy adventures, Vicky.’

‘Yes, but nowhere near enough, sad to say. Sarah, all sex is good, even if it need a little practice at first. As Groucho Marx used to say, “Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.” It’s a very true maxim, as well.’ Vicky added softly. Sarah smiled inwardly; one could justify experimenting with the most appalling depravity if guided by such a maxim.

‘And you made love to this Japanese girl, too, did you, Vicky?’

Vicky laughed aloud, her eyes bright with the memory of Harumi’s very thrilling afternoon in the company of herself and her husband.

‘Oh, goodness yes! Her young Japanese cunt tasted quite delectable. I can taste her juices to this very day!’ Vicky licked her lips at the recollection and met Sarah’s eye.

‘Super! I wish I’d been there to watch. Or join in!’ enthused Sarah.

‘And Harumi sucked Donald’s prick to completion, Sarah. She’d never in her life sucked a cock before, or even actually seen a stiffie with her own eyes, for that matter, and she swallowed all his spunk. Every last drop. A born fellatrice if I ever saw one, that sweet Japanese girl.’

Vicky smiled fondly at the memory.

‘We’ll see what can be arranged by way of Japanese girl-girl sex for you sometime in the near future, shall we, Sarah? Yet another item for my mental notebook!’

‘Super. Thanks for the thought, Vicky,’ Sarah replied with a giggle.

‘Sex, like so many things the Japanese do, from making tea to committing suicide, blurs the distinction between everyday life, ritual and contrived art.

I’m going to enjoy having a depraved young lady like you here, Sarah. Even if you weren’t so wonderfully skilled at muff diving as you are. Your attentions are so very, very gratifying! And so skilled, too. You’re a natural fuckstress, Sarah.’

Sarah grinned and sipped yet another glass of wine.

‘Quite a compliment but I’m still technically a virgin, Vicky,’ Sarah reminded Vicky with a shy smile.

‘Not for long if I can help it! Donald can be the first; he’ll enjoy that and he takes direction well. You won’t feel any pain, I promise. I’ll introduce you to some super people, you’ll have some simply thrilling times with me and Donald and some of the people I know.’

‘Marvellous!’

‘Fucking is lovely and so is being spanked, whipped, buggered and pretty well everything else short of pooh-play and piss-play. Well, some piss play is all right once in a blue moon, I suppose. In a bathroom or on a lawn. Still, there are lots of sweet things short of actual sex, you know.’

‘Such as, Vicky?’

‘Sustained sticky love play consists of touching, stroking and unabashed heavy petting. Good sticky sweaty petting is much nicer than most fumbling adolescent sex. For a start, the girl almost always comes; I mean to say she almost always has a clitoral or vaginal orgasm on her companion’s fingers. The Victorians certainly knew what they were about when they condemned heavy petting and spouted all those earnest moral strictures and prohibitions concerning the sinfulness of dancing, just like those awful Baptists in places like Arkansas and Texas, especially when you think about dancing the sorts of dances where people press closely together, like the tango or the waltz.’

Sarah giggled. She’d never thought of the waltz as being especially erotic before.

‘You’re a married woman Vicky, so you do like men, too, don’t you?’

‘Certainly. Of course I love men and their rough enthusiastic fumbling. I especially love getting two men together, Sarah. I enjoy watching, too! Now, that’s really exciting! Once they’ve overcome their coyness and their hang-ups and their very awkward inhibited shyness, men love sucking one another’s cocks, especially when there’s a lubricious woman, or, better still, more than one woman, watching them and egging them on. Believe me, men enjoy themselves enormously when a woman is ordering them to fondle, kiss, nuzzle and suck one another’s cocks to completion.

You’d enjoy watching the sort of things I oblige Donald to do, I think, Sarah. I once had him bent naked over the back of the living-room sofa while another naked man paddled his backside with a tawse until there were real tears rolling down the poor dear’s cheeks.’

‘Really, you did that! Wow! I’d love to watch men doing something like that to one another, Vicky!’

‘It certainly will be arranged for your entertainment and delectation, Sarah. Soon, too, if that’s what you want.’

Then Donald, a slim man in rimless spectacles and a soft tweed jacket, came home from his job at a building society’s offices three miles away and the three ate cold chicken and salad and drank two bottles of chilled Moselle. Vicky drew Donald aside and the pair held a whispered conversation.

‘Time for a nice hot soapy bath, I think,’ said Vicky after she’d passed around a well-filled joint and poured a small glass of Grand Marnière for each of them. She disappeared upstairs to run the bath, leaving Sarah and Donald together.

‘So you’re staying here with us for a while, are you, Sarah?’ enquired Donald with a quietly knowing smile .

‘If I’m welcome to stay with you, Donald,’ Sarah replied cautiously.

‘You probably realise that Vicky is, well, a rather demanding hostess in some ways, don’t you?’

Sarah nodded, rather unsure how to respond to the question.

‘She hasn’t hauled you over her knee and spanked you yet, has she? Has she shown you the canes she likes to play with yet? Vicky can be, well, rather cruel and dominating sometimes, as I’m sure you already suspect.’

Sarah shook her head, doing her very best to play the clueless innocent for the time being.

‘Vicky’s your wife, Donald. Should you be telling me this?’

‘Yes, Sarah. Vicky’s my adored and quite wickedly naughty wife, alright. Oh, I fell in love with Vicky practically the minute I set eyes on her. As I got to know her better I found myself thinking, “She’s so smart, so good-looking, so pleasant to everyone” and the thought that she had a warm moist cunt between her thighs, especially made for fucking and giving pleasure, was almost unendurable, Sarah. And when at last I feasted my eyes on her gloriously furred cunt, I nearly died of happiness on the very spot. It sounds a silly thing to say, but all Victorian erotic writers reckoned that a generous bush on a woman was a sign of a passionate and libidinous nature. It’s certainly true in Vicky’s case, that’s for sure!

She was always the kind of girl who drew admiring glances. Amazingly, I won her passionate heart and her beautiful furry cunt in the teeth of pretty stiff competition and to this day, to this very minute, I adore her aristocratic loucheness and her joyful hedonistic jouissance.’

‘You don’t in the least mind Vicky drinking wine and smoking dope, then?’

Donald chuckled. Such sentiments sounded oddly prudish coming from a teenage girl, when the young of every generation are always thought to be such carefree and irresponsible hedonists by their censorious and disapproving elders.

‘Hardly, Sarah. Why should I? I love a drop of wine and a puff of blow myself. Both are good activities if taken in moderation. Giving up any form of enjoyable self-indulgence is a horrendous prospect, although we could simply cease drinking wine and smoking cannabis in a minute if we really wanted to. Certainly, there is life after substance abuse; it’s just not particularly fun, that’s all.’

‘Were you a real horny stud in your youth, Donald? Fucking girls left, right and centre, I mean?’

‘Oh, at university, you mean? I had all sorts, tall and short, fat and thin. For a while I seemed to specialize in plain, even quite ugly, chickies.’

‘Wasn’t that a bit dull, Donald?’

‘Far from it. Plain and ugly girls need attention, tenderness, passion and sticky sex, too. The plainer the girl, the more fun she usually is. I’m sure you know the sort I really went for, Sarah. The sort of plump, spotty girls with glasses who’d gravitate towards the International Society at Lancaster University in the hope of getting thoroughly porked by a Jamaican or a Nigerian. Well, in my day universities were much harder to get into than they are now, so there were very few Africans or Afro-Caribbeans to be had and they were usually very insolent and very picky and choosy, even though the ratio of women students to men was about one to four in those distant days. So usually the best the plump spotties could hope for was an inept fondle with a curry-scented Bengali. Dreadfully disappointing for them, the poor dears.’

Sarah sniggered, trying to imagine a younger and coolly manipulative Donald easing himself into the affections of a plump spotty bespectacled eighteen-year-old first-year sociology student from the West Midlands.

‘Go on, tell me about them! What did you do with them? Did you piss in their mouths or something equally dreadful?’

‘Never anything so vile, you dreadful rude girl! I’d seduce them as sweetly and nicely as it took, then I’d get them into imaginative depravity step by step. You, know, I’m sure. I mean, normally the rudest thing I ever did was to tie a plumper spread-eagled securely on a bed with a fat cucumber right up her cunt and a nice greased courgette a few inches up her bum, you know, a girlie’s ‘tradesman’s entrance’, so to speak, while I took Polaroid pictures of her, indignantly gagged and squirming and gurgling behind her gag, if I’d gagged her. Some plumpies were a weeny bit tearful for a while afterwards but mollifying them later enough was easy enough.’

‘And you … you fucked them as well as smacking them, of course?’

‘Of course I did, Sarah. I usually took them doggy-style, with their ample rears up in the air. That way I could smack their fat bums while they were enjoying my cock rogering them. Sometimes I’d rather enjoy making them count the smacks aloud, one by one. I once took Valerie Poole up to a count of three hundred before I was ready to come. Then I pulled out of her big wet red-haired cunt, pulled her onto her back and spurted my semen all over her face and tits.’

‘Oh, she must have simply loved that!’ exclaimed Sarah, a barely-detectable hint of sarcasm in her voice.

‘Yes, she did. Valerie absolutely adored it and she licked my dickie and balls as clean as clean could be afterwards. Women don’t mind firm sexual discipline so long as they know there’s affection and respect there, too. Spanking a girl until she’s in floods of tears before treating her to a long and thorough affectionate fuck is something all men ought to know about. A thoroughly spanked and well-fucked woman is a happy woman, Sarah.

I owe Valerie a lot. It was she who taught me just how beautiful a woman, especially a plump one, looks from the rear with her bottom well up and her thighs open and eager for what’s coming next. Especially when she’s wet, open, glistening and very obviously receptive. It was a little later, while I was still at university, that I came to savour the sight, and smell, of another male’s semen adorning a girl’s cunt, thighs and pubic hair. The more semen bespattering her, the better I like the sight and the hornier and harder I get. I love slurping other men’s semen from a woman’s orifices, or licking it from her body. It may sound embarrassing to confess it aloud, but I simply adore the glorious spectacle of girls and women with wet, open, cunts, most of all when they’re gloriously glazed with lots of spunk.’

‘Wow! And your ideal woman? One who looks like Vicky when she’s undressed, with a handful of curly hair and a sweet line of diminishing hairs all the way up to her navel?’

‘How very perceptive you are, Sarah! Of course I adore Vicky’s sweet face, and I’m still quite besottedly in love with her, a million times over, but when I’m away from her I think mainly of her cunt. Her big, hairy, warm wet cunt represents heaven for me’.

‘I can believe that easily, Donald. I’ve already licked and sucked your wife to orgasm,’ replied Sarah, impulsively deciding to be frank and open. ‘I’d love to taste her pussy with your spunk filling it, too.’

‘Why only mine?’ laughed Donald. ‘Anyway, I’ll finish what I was saying, since you asked. Lancaster was a very enjoyable time of my life, I can tell you. Plump girls are usually quite happy souls and very pleasant to be around. The only thing that really annoys and upsets them is missing a square meal. Certainly not a little playful sado-masochism done with an adequate modicum of affection and respect.’

Sarah giggled with fiendish glee.

‘Did you ever make those plumpies submit to any real mistreatment? A thrashing, perhaps?’

‘Oh yes, once the ice was broken. Never a real thrashing within the Meaning of the Act, of course. I always rather liked that dependable suburban parental standby, the hairbrush. Stippled nicely on one buttock and flaming red on the next.’

Sarah giggled coquettishly, wriggling in her seat as she did so.

‘Oh that sounds ever so nice! Would you hairbrush my arse for me, Donald? Would you really?’

Impulsively, Donald seized Sarah and kissed her lingeringly and lasciviously on the mouth.

‘If Vicky orders me to, I will, certainly. In fact, I’ll do whatever she tells me’.

‘I want to see your cock, Donald. I want to see it this instant’.

‘We’re going upstairs in a minute when Vicky calls us. You’ll see it then.’

‘No, Donald. I want to see it now while there’s just the two of us here! Come on, quick! Haul out the hog this very second’.

Surprised and amused, Donald complied. His penis lolled from his unzipped flies, semi-tumescent.

Oh yes, this sexy talk has got him just a little excited. Super. Let’s just see if I can get it bigger!

‘Mmm,’ purred Sarah. ‘Not too impressive at the moment but it certainly has potential, I’m quite sure of that! Nice dark curls. I certainly look forward to becoming better-acquainted with this pretty wife-pleaser, I really do!’

She licked her lips and her brown eyes met Donald’s.

Quite unembarrassed, she watched as the exhibited penis stiffened. She reached out as though to stroke Donald’s member, then withdrew her hand coquettishly.

‘Oh dear,’ she said slowly, as one infantile-regressive to another. ‘It’s swelling and growing even as I look at it and it’s all skinned and raw. Does it hurt? Does it hurt horribly?’

This was a game she had occasionally played with Michael and Jenny, to the great pleasure of all three.

‘Touch it quick, Sarah,’ Donald implored her.

‘Oh, you are in need of skilled feminine attention, aren’t you, my poor dear? Yes, I’m sure this sweet cock of yours smarts. Would it help if I touched and held it? Are you sure?’

‘You bet it would, you wicked temptress,’ replied Donald, mastering his desire to seize this remorseless and playful wanton, tear her clothing asunder and bury his face in the fragrant russet curls which he, quite rightly, guessed nestled snugly at the junction of her flawless thighs.

Reaching out her hand for a second time, Sarah was exhibiting all the delicacy and restraint of a vamp in the Golden Age of silent movies. She relished teasing, but knew well that every temptress has to make good on her explicit and implied promises sooner or later. Oh, she would, certainly. Now was as good a time to begin as any, she felt sure. Grinning, Sarah began displaying the manual dexterity of which she had become so proud.

‘A good firm grip like this, Donald? Up and down in my clenched but gentle fist, my inky schoolgirl’s naughty paw? Slowly at first, then faster, isn’t that the way for a girl to do it? A teeny quick kiss on this pretty purple head, perhaps?’

Sarah bent her head, suiting the action to the word. Speechless with excitement, Donald looked down at Sarah’s exquisite titian locks cascading over his thighs. His seductress’s determined fist became a blur.

Oh, I am very, very good at this, although I say it myself. An accomplished and dexterous wanker of men. A hand-job princess! An unrivalled masturbator of the rampant male organ. Do it, Sarah, do it! Bring him off and swallow every drop of his lovely creamy spunk!

‘No, Sarah! Stop! Don’t make me come, please, Sarah! Save that for later, for heaven’s sake! Really and truly, we can do all that later and a lot more besides, the three of us. If you make me squirt now, Vicky will be furious’.

‘As if you’d committed adultery behind her back, you cheat! Oh well, I suppose you’re right, Donald. I shouldn’t let my impulses and urges affect my manners. Suffering the devices and desires of my own heart again, silly and impulsive girl that I am! Tuck your prick away and zip yourself up this minute’.

Then Donald and Sarah were summoned upstairs. Waiting beside the brimming bath was Vicky, pink and naked, her face flushed with expectation.

‘Do you like my tits, Sarah?” enquired Vicky without preamble. Her hands lifted her firm and flawless breasts for inspection.

Like oranges being displayed in a fruit market, thought Sarah.

‘Delectable, quite delectable, Vicky,’ Sarah said before leaning over to seize a nipple between her pouting lips and beginning to suckle it. Her hands strayed, one to the cleft between Vicky’s buttocks, the other to the curls at the junction of the older woman’s thighs.

One finger in Vicky’s still-slippery cunt and one, just a teeny bit painful right now, up her tight dry bum. Ooh, yes, the two fingers can feel one another through the membrane. Ever so nice and naughty, too. Lovely Jubbelly.

‘Oh Sarah, that’s exquisite! It’s like you’re playing beautiful music on my body,’ moaned Vicky, quite ecstatic.

Soon enough it’ll be the turn of Vicky and Donald to use me like a toy. Oh my, what on earth will these depraved and wicked married people do to me when I’m their plaything? Whatever it is, I’m sure it’ll be ever so exciting, even if some of it really hurts at first!

Vicky was gasping with the thrill of the double intrusion and the sensation of having her nipple nuzzled and sucked; Sarah was meanwhile aware that Donald was undressing her from behind Soon his questing fingers were stroking her flat stomach, gently teasing her navel and, expectedly, inside her panties and tugging playfully at her russet curls.

Oh Jesus! He’ll make me come like a firecracker, just by doing that!

Naked, all three were soon kneeling in the tub and soaping one another copiously amid chuckles and giggles. As she kneeled up, her breasts pressed against Vicky’s, Sarah could feel Donald’s erect penis sliding between her thighs. She gasped, then moaned, softly in response to the gentle stimulation.

The shaft of Donald’s lovely hard cock nuzzling my cunt-petals while his wife watches everything. At last, lovely sweet sex with a married couple! Oh God, how naughty and lovely and wonderful it feels, too!

Very slightly annoyed with her husband, Vicky extended an arm briskly and flicked Donald’s ear, none too gently.

‘No! No fucking in the tub, Donald! I may permit a little fucking later, if you’re very, very good to us both. Toyboys have to do what they’re told when they’re told. Today I want to think of yourself as a mere Hitachi Magic Wand, to be switched on and off at feminine whim and caprice. Understand?’

Mastering whatever annoyance he might have felt, Donald nodded. Ignoring him, Vicky put her lips close to Sarah’s ear and whispered conspiratorially to her new friend.

‘Well, what’s on your preferred menu, Sarah? You’re the honoured guest here. You decide what you’d like.’

Hugging soap-slicked Vicky to her, Sarah thought quickly before replying.

‘I want to have my bum licked by Donald while I kiss you. I mean, I want to have my bum really licked! You said rimming and reaming, didn’t you? Yes, I want to be rimmed and reamed thoroughly. An arselicking of the very finest class, that’s what I want. Then I want to be hairbrushed on my backside for a while. You two can decide how much; I know I can trust you to stop before I’m in floods of tears or unconscious or dead. You know how to set limits or boundaries or whatever it’s called, I’m sure’.

Sarah paused and smiled lasciviously at Donald, then at her hostess.

‘Then, if you want me to and you’ll permit me, I’ll cane Donald after my spanking. I’d like that; I’ve never caned a man and I’d simply love to try it.’

Impressed, Vicky whistled.

‘Quite an ambitious and imaginative menu for a relative neophyte, Sarah. Was there, perhaps, anything else you might have had in mind?’

‘After that, the two of us can play with his cock and balls, Vicky. I want to taste your husband’s spunk, if you’ll permit it, of course. We could snowball it between us, couldn’t we?’

‘Yes, we certainly could, Sarah. We could snowball his spunk back and forth and drool it down our chins and try blowing bubbles with it if we can tease him into spending copiously enough. Why not?’

And so it came to pass that naked Sarah found herself atop naked Vicky, mouth to mouth, breast to breast and mons to mons. Her legs were splayed; her perineum and anus were exposed to Donald’s ardent ministrations. The brass bed was broad, blissfully comfortable and generously accommodating.

How many other willing or not-so-willing missies have been treated to all this delectably depraved stuff on this lovely wide bed? An interesting thought.

‘Lick her bumhole, Donald. Really lick her. Rim her gently for a little while, them ream her right up inside. Make her feel it!’ squealed Vicky from beneath Sarah.

Oh yes, here it comes. The flat broadness of his tongue to get me wet and receptive, then the soft sensitive tip sliding into me as he pulls the muscle of my bottom open ever so sweetly and gently. Ecstasy!

While relishing the unaccustomed sensation of being the passive partner in prolonged and meticulous anilingus, Donald’s facile and experienced tongue wetly stroking and thrilling her delicate tissues, Sarah was toying with the tendrils of dark hair in Vicky’s armpits.

‘Lovely hair gracing your underarms, Vicky. I always shave mine. I won’t shave there any more, though. Not now that I know better.’

‘Axillary hair is nice to sniff and play with, darling. Whenever a man catches a glimpse of an unknown woman’s underarm hair, he instinctively thinks of the hair on her cunt. Didn’t you know that? I bet you didn’t! It’s true, it really is. Ask any man who’s willing to tell the truth.

Go on, darling Sarah, lick me there, right in my armpits. Nuzzle me, Sarah. I like having that done, I really do!’

Sarah nuzzled, kissed and licked, relishing the faint but distinctive and quite unmistakable aroma of fresh sweat. Playfully, she held the fragrant tendrils of hair between her teeth and tugged gently, then more savagely, eliciting a grunt of approval from her hostess. Then, despite herself, she moaned aloud as she was aware of Donald’s remorseless tongue in her rectum.

Oh, yes! Right up! All the way up inside my bum! Suck my wanton whorish arsehole, you lovely pussy-whipped man. I love it! I really, really love it!

The minutes passed and, anally licked, Sarah mewed continuously with pleasure.

‘He’s a good obedient bumsucking hubby, this lovely Donald of mine, isn’t he, darling?’ whispered Vicky.

‘He certainly is, Vicky. Oh yes, he really, really is. You’ve trained him ever so well, you really have! I want a man of my own to train someday, I know that now.’

The two laughed prettily, their perspiration softly mingling.

‘Or maybe a nice young innocent provincial Chinese maiden or perhaps a shy coffee-hued Indian girl from Kerala, darling,’ whispered Vicky, her lips at Sarah’s ear. ‘Wouldn’t you like that, training a pretty teenie girl in adventurous naughtiness?’

Suddenly, Sarah was aware that Donald’s tongue was no longer disporting its serpentine self in her anus and that his fingers were no longer holding her buttocks asunder. He had arisen and was standing next to the bed, his penis semi-turgid. He had a hairbrush grasped in his hand and his eyes were shining with satanic expectation.

Donald spoke softly.

‘Ready to hold her tight, Vicky? It’s time for Act Two, I think.’

‘Yes, it is, Donald. I’ve got her safe in my arms. Yes, it’s hairbrush time now. Are you ready for your spanking, Sarah?’ Vicky had her arms tight around Sarah’s waist.

Surprised, after being so delectably lulled by the couple’s amorous caresses, Sarah murmured her assent, scarcely comprehending what was about to happen. She soon found out.

THWACK!

The flat back of the hairbrush smacked home on Sarah’s right buttock. Bravely suppressing a cry, Sarah gasped into Vicky’s face. Vicky giggled in reply.

‘A long girlie kiss now, Sarah. Give me your tongue, sweet girl. Don’t be scared; we know how to set boundaries when girls are being play-spanked. No harm will befall you, I promise.’

Their tongues entwined wetly and Vicky slackened her grasp on Sarah’s waist. Only one arm held her now.

‘Don’t try to escape. You’re our prisoner, Sarah.’

A moment later Vicky’s fingers were seeking Sarah’s clitoris.

FRAP!

The bristled side of the hairbrush met Sarah’s left buttock with some force. The nylon points stung but hardly agonizingly. Her tongue still entwined with that of her hostess, Sarah moaned deep in her throat the instant Vicky’s rounded nails began to tease her clitoris.

Oh, I can cope with this. It’s exciting and rather nice, too. Yes, very, very nice and most pleasantly exciting. God, I bet my pussy’s positively dripping juice!

The blows alternated. Left buttock, then the right. Flat side and then bristled side. One and two. One and two. Carefully, slowly and remorselessly.

THWACK! FRAP! THWACK! FRAP!

The blows and the lingual medley and the diligent caressing of her young body’s most sensitive part brought Sarah to a shuddering climax within seconds. Then, to her great surprise, another. Then, to her utter astonishment, a third.

THWACK!

‘Let me go, please let me go!’ Sarah entreated Vicky, as though suddenly panicking. ‘I can’t take any more. Really I can’t!’

FRAP!

‘Oh yes you bloody can! Give her exactly twenty more spanks, Donald! Start counting them, Sarah’.

THWACK!

‘Ow-wow! One! No! Stop spanking my poor bum, Donald! No more! Enough! Please, please! No more!’ beseeched Sarah, knowing that her pleas were falling on deaf ears.

FRAP!

‘Yo-ow! Two! Stop! Please stop!’

‘A hairbrushing you wanted and a memorable hairbrushing you’re getting, pretty Sarah,’ said Donald calmly

‘And a very devoted and sticky fingering of your sugar walls and your beef curtains, too,’ Vicky added with a lewd laugh. Sarah gritted her teeth.

THWACK!

Her eyes brimming with involuntary and resented tears, Sarah swivelled her head. Donald was masturbating slowly with his left hand and using the right to spank her. His penis was turgid and rampant, bobbing against his abdomen whenever he released it. As big as it’ll ever get, I imagine, Sarah thought. About the same size as Michael’s. Nothing to be scared of.

Oh Jesus, I want to feel Donald’s cock throb and gush in my mouth while his wife’s watching. I want to have him in my throat so urgently it’s as though I can taste him already!!

Teeth gritted, she endured seventeen more carefully-placed blows and squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want either Vicky or Donald to see her undesired tears.

I won’t blubber in front of them. I won’t! I won’t! No imputation of pusillanimity is to be countenanced! Be brave, Sarah McTiernan!

FRAP!

God’s bloody teeth! I’ll really, really cane him for this!

THWACK!

As though reading Sarah’s mind, Vicky was whispering in her ear.

‘It’ll be over soon, darling Sarah. Only fifteen smacks to go now. Be brave, darling. Then you can cane his arse. Just like you said you wanted to. Twenty strokes of the cane on his arse. Just like Eton a hundred years ago.’

Her spanking ended at last. Sarah lay panting on the bed, her streaked face buried in the coverlet. Donald and Vicky kissed her buttocks softly.

‘Now look, Sarah. If Donald holds one mirror and I hold another, you can see your poor bottom. To hold, as ‘twere, the mirror up to nature. Lovely sight, isn’t it?’

Sarah, sniffing back her tears bravely, agreed.

‘Donald, ream her bum again, just a little. That’ll be a lovely way to kiss her better and make her feel nice. I’ll stroke her bum’.

Obedient as ever, Donald gently parted Sarah’s buttocks and began to kiss her anus once more

Despite the care and consideration lavished upon her, Sarah was still sniffing back tears when Vicky began gently rubbing cold cream into the soft flesh of her buttocks. Her husband, meanwhile, kissed Sarah’s willing lips and tear-streaked cheeks, murmuring endearments which Sarah could not bring herself to resent.

After a little cool wine and a sip of pungently fragrant Chinese tea, Sarah was fully restored and eager for the fray. She kneeled on the bed and kissed Donald wetly on his lips.

Vicky snorted with amusement, wriggling her hand between the pair to caress her husband’s penis and tease the red curls on Sarah’s mons. Awkwardly, the trio managed a saliva-wet three-way kiss.

‘Brave girl, you’ve forgiven your tormentor, have you? Lovely! Fully restored, Sarah? Full of hormones and vitamins and red corpuscles, are we? Good.’

Vicky jumped up from her recumbent posture, lithe and naked, and pulled open a drawer.

‘Look at the chastising toys, darling. Not much of a selection, but quite enough for our little fun today. Select whichever one takes your fancy.’

These must be the canes Donald was talking to me about earlier. The ones he said Vicky uses on the girls she entraps and seduces. Gosh, how long ago that conversation seems!

‘Golly, quite a few canes and lovely little dog-whips, too!’

‘Not dog-whips; riding crops, Sarah. Most enjoyable and ever so conveniently portable for travelling, too’.

Golly! She goes elsewhere to do this sort of stuff! Where on earth does she go?

‘I’ll take this one, this thin one. Nice and light and springy. Just the thing for fifty savage cuts.’

‘The peeled rattan is the one you chose, Sarah. A very good choice, too. I want you to limit yourself to a mere twenty careful strokes, darling Sarah. Not fifty. This isn’t a penal colony in New South Wales in the eighteenth century. And you’re to be cool and careful, too, not savage at all. No two strokes in the same place, if you please. I don’t want my hubby scarred for life. Take care and avoid his balls; we’ll be needing them later, both of us.’

Her eyes met Sarah’s and she winked.

‘Shall I stuff your panties into his mouth so he can taste and smell your cunt while you’re caning him? A nicely depraved extra touch, wouldn’t you say?’

Enchanted by the very idea, Sarah nodded. Vicky disappeared to the bathroom and returned with Sarah’s panties held in front of her nose.

‘I can certainly smell your female essence, Sarah. You must have got a little damp while we were getting to know one another downstairs. Then you were with Donald unchaperoned for quite a while, weren’t you? Whatever the two of you got up to then led to a little more dampness, I imagine’.

She held Sarah’s panties tantalizingly in front of her husband’s face.

‘Sniff the gusset, Donald! Sarah got sticky and wet while she was sucking my cunt, the horny little poppet. Breathe in deeply, darling. Isn’t that a quite exquisitely delectable fragrance, the excited pussy-gush of a young girl? Lucky, lucky hubby! Open wide now!’

Obediently, Donald opened his mouth as wide as he could and his wife carefully inserted Sarah’s panties inside.

‘There, darling. The moist gusset is right under your nose and you can inhale Sarah’s sweet juiciness while she’s whipping you’.

Her face crimson after listening to all this, Sarah flexed the cane in her hands, the tip held lightly in the fingertips of her left hand and the handle clenched in her right hand.

O, the vindictive power I feel at this moment. Positively satanic Sarah! Tremendous!

‘I can see the excitement in your eyes, Sarah. Well, Donald, arrange yourself and take your caning like a man. Brace yourself, dear boy. I want you with your arse up and your head down, dearest. No whimpering. Think how many chaps would be delighted to pay hard cash to change places with you right now!’

Sarah stood up and swished the supple cane through the air.

‘“Use every man after his desert, and who should ‘scape whipping?”’ laughed Vicky, thoroughly enjoying the scene unfolding before her eyes.

Sarah looked puzzled, vaguely remembering the quotation from ‘Hamlet’.

‘Go ahead, Sarah, let the caning commence but don’t be too cruel or vindictive. Caning has absolutely nothing to do with how hard one can strike. It has to do with timing, rhythm and gradually building to a desired end result. Fear not, Sarah, I’ll guide you. There’s no hurry at all. Now, pay attention; Donald hasn’t got a big bum, so a certain amount of extra care is needed. I want him to hear every swish and feel every stripe but I hardly want him maimed or marred, do I? Yes, we all know that revenge is sweet but all this is still playtime, as you very well know. Anyway, we’ve only got one real prick between us tonight, so we mustn’t hurt its owner.’

Vulgar Sarah guffawed, greatly enjoying herself, before gently poking Donald’s pendant scrotum with the tip of the rattan cane.

‘I’ll try to be ever so careful not to bruise your pretty plums, Donald. I promise. Twenty, I think we said? Right, here comes the first. Brace yourself!’

As intent on her task as any golfer playing the final hole at St. Andrews, Sarah raised her arm and paused, a fiendish glint in her eye. Then the cane zipped though the air and struck home.

CRACK!

There was a sharp intake of breath and Donald winced at the blow. His wife, reclining on the bed beside him, guffawed aloud with unfeigned glee.

‘Oh, you lucky man, Donald. A freckled red-haired teenager, naked as the day she was born, is whipping you industriously in front of your wife. Just like a backbench Tory M.P.’s none-too-secret fantasy come true at last! Sarah, my sweet love, just a little gentler this time, please!’

CRACK!

‘Yes, just right! Neither too hard nor too soft. Now, the trick is to get the strokes roughly parallel without too much criss-crossing’.

CRACK!

‘Good. Just a weeny bit higher this time, I think,’ chuckled Vicky.

CRACK!

‘I say, you’re quite a natural when it comes to this stuff, Sarah. A dominatrix of the première classe in the making, I’d say at a guess! Sixteen cruel lashes more to endure, Donald. Close your eyes and think of England!’

Perspiration coursing unchecked down her freckled face, her heaving breasts and her slender torso, Sarah continued to whip Vicky’s husband, making sure that every stroke landed exactly where she intended.

What ripping fun all this depraved naughtiness is! I rather wish I’d learned about this earlier, when I was maybe twelve or thirteen. Still, there’s no time quite like the present, is there?

Finding the as-yet unmarked areas of Donald’s backside for the last few strokes was far from easy. Sarah was obliged to content herself with stripes which adorned a single buttock rather than marking both, as she had earlier.

Then Donald’s voluntary and nobly endured chastisement was over; Vicky tugged the saliva-saturated panties from his mouth and kissed him exultantly.

‘So light an affliction suffered to win so great a prize! You really are my hero, you know!’

Still dripping with the perspiration of caning Vicky’s husband, Sarah shared the task of anointing Donald’s buttocks with cold cream.

‘Feel up to rimming or reaming him, Sarah? Go on, he likes having it done and he doesn’t get a chance to enjoy it very often’.

Having regained her breath from her exertions, Sarah complied.

Ream the bumhole of the man whom I’ve just caned? Ream and rim Vicky’s lovely husband? Gosh, I can and most certainly will. Why ever not? Lovely!

She flung herself between Donald’s outstretched legs and began licking ardently, her enthusiasm immediately apparent to her amused hostess.

How does it go, this nifty little trick? Flat tongue on the outside first, then pointed tongue on the inside later on? Yes, that’s it, right up inside! He’s hairier here than a woman would be but who cares about that? Now I think of it, I bet some women have far hairier bums than Donald has! That Greek girl at school had legs like Mrs. Tiggy-Winkle until the Housemistress took her aside and told her to shave them. I’m sure that even finding her bumhole in that dense jungle, let alone kissing and sucking it, would be quite a challenge.

Donald moaned in appreciation of Sarah’s attentions, his buttocks shuddering. Vicky watched for another minute or so.

‘Enough bum-tonguing for now, Sarah! There’s plenty of time for more in the future. Now, kiss the stripes you inflicted, you wicked dominatrix!’

Laughing, Sarah kissed every stripe, her lips lingering in the cleft of Donald’s buttocks. Vicky softly stroked Sarah’s flowing copper locks as she feasted her eyes on Sarah’s continued oral caresses.

God’s teeth, this lovely teenage redhead is a naturally depraved vixen! Oh, yes, we’ll have some splendid fun and games together, she and I.

‘On past showing, these stripes you inflicted on Donald still be faintly visible a month or so from now, Sarah. A souvenir for us to gaze upon in fond remembrance of your all-too-brief stay. By then you’ll be far away from us in sunny India or wherever it is, won’t you?’

‘Malaysia, Vicky.’

‘Yes, Malaysia. Full of delectable golden-skinned people East of Suez where there ain’t no Ten Commandments and a man can raise a thirst’.

Vicky paused and looked at Sarah intently, a smile playing about her lips.

‘If I remember rightly, you wanted the two of us to play with Donald’s dickie together as a finale, didn’t you? Am I right?’

‘Oh, yes please! He’s spanked my arse with a hairbush and I’ve caned him in return. Let’s do something nice and tender now, Vicky!’

‘Play the beast with three backs? Yes, always such super fun with congenial and lewdly-inclined playmates! Certainly, your wish is my command, Sarah. Lie back, Donald and see how two naughty girls can give you a really shagadelically good time!’

Donald lay back contentedly, his penis lolling softly on his abdomen, while Vicky and Sarah snuggled close to him.

‘Well, he looks blissful enough, doesn’t he, the cherub? Sarah, what do you fancy trying? Donald’s tongue pleasuring you, perhaps? Or should we both simply wriggle close and suck him?’

‘All of the above, Vicky. There’s no tearing rush or hurry, is there?’

‘Far from it; we’ve got all night. Now watch, Sarah. This is something I greatly enjoy. Relax, Donald. It’s time for your reward for being such a good obedient toy-boy. Stroke his prick, Sarah’.

Sarah reached out and caressed Donald’s penis, her fingers encompassing the shaft with an accomplished grace.

Oh, I certainly know what to do from this point onwards. This saucy adolescent temptress can handle a cock as well as the lewdest strumpet that ever lived. Just watch me!

Sarah giggled with aroused glee and snuggled closer to Donald. Her eyes met Vicky’s.

‘Tell me what he likes having done. Tell me what you like doing with him, Vicky.’

‘You go ahead and suck his balls while I get on with sucking his cock, Sarah,’ whispered Vicky, her eyes bright with excitement.

Sarah obeyed, pushing her head between Donald’s thighs.

Open your seductress’s painted mouth wide, pleasure girl. Kiss one bollock nicely and gently and then the other one. Yes, take the first carefully into your mouth and tease it with your tongue. Then the second, Castor and Pollux together. Ooh, yes, nice and meaty and warm in my mouth. I can feel the hairs, too.

She pretended to nip Donald’s scrotal sac with her teeth, eliciting a gasp of surprise. Meanwhile, Vicky’s mouth was busily fellating the stiffening shaft mere inches from her eyes. Vicky detached her mouth and spoke huskily.

‘Can you suck both balls while I deep-throat his dickie, Sarah?’ hissed Vicky.

Can I? Can I? Can this depraved slut swallow Donald’s balls as far down her throat as they’ll go? Of course she bloody can!

Sarah stretched her mouth wide and sucked both testicles inside, her tongue teasing both as though possessed of a life of its own. Her eyes met Vicky’s. Her hostess had taken Donald’s engorged penis fully into her mouth and throat and carefully and slowly eased her jaw so far forward that the tip of her nose met that of the younger woman.

‘Oopsh!’ gurgled Vicky, her nose buried in the curls of her husband’s public curls and her throat filled to its utmost capacity.

‘Umph’, mumbled Sarah, her mouth full.

Laughing, they detached their mouths and kissed wetly. Then Vicky’s hand led Sarah’s to her husband’s erection and, together, the two women fondled Donald to ejaculation.

‘I’m coming, darling,’ Donald moaned softly.

‘Open your gob quick, Sarah,’ Vicky commanded. Sarah was just in time to position her open mouth directly above the swollen glans.

One mighty spurt. Another, just a weeny bit weaker. A third, weaker still, and then a final fourth. Lovely and strong spurts, too. Quite a compliment to me. Super!

The two women, their faces flushed, exchanged Donald’s semen between them, one semen-smeared mouth to another semen-smeared mouth, laughing coarsely while they did so.

What was the word Vicky used? Snowballing? What ripping fun snowballing is, too! Do lots of people do this sort of thing, I wonder. Where are the nearest to us?

‘Lovely girl, Sarah. You really are a brick, you know’. Sarah smiled languidly, licking her lips lasciviously and still giggling as she did so.

‘That was terrific fun. Thank you ever so much, Vicky. Absolutely fabulous!’

When Donald was running the bath, the two women were talking.

‘You know, Donald’s prick could easily be the twin of Michael Butterworth’s. Super and everything but, well, rather smaller than I’d been, you know, led to expect in the course of, well, girl talk about sex when I was in my early teens,’ said Sarah.

‘You were probably expecting something the size of the Cerne Abbas giant’s mighty member, weren’t you? Let me surprise you; cock size isn’t at all important, Sarah. How a man uses what he’s got means far more to a sensible and sensuous woman like me. If you think about it, a man with a small dickie is bound to try harder to give a woman pleasure, isn’t he? I’d take a nice man with nice manners any day over a swaggering boor with a John Holmes cock. Anyway, the truth is that virtually all men have cocks between five and three-quarter inches and six and three-quarter inches in full erection. Did you know that Durex, the condom company, says that six point four inches is the mode, the size that most men’s cocks really are? Oh, sure, we’ve all seen videos and magazines showing men with gigantic pricks, but I’m not convinced they’d give any more pleasure to a woman than Donald’s prick does or even a cock quite a bit smaller than his for that matter’.

‘I see’, replied Sarah, who was industriously occupied in untangling her loose-flowing red hair with the assistance of the very same hairbrush that had reddened her buttocks earlier.

‘It amazes and even rather appalls me to read those ghastly cuckold stories on the internet sex sites. You know, the ones in which the essential theme is that the wife is discontented because she wants a bigger prick inside her cunt than her husband possesses and only achieves satisfaction by being fucked by several men while her humiliated husband is forced to watch, preferably after he’s been flogged black and blue with a boar hide scourge or something equally hideous’.

Languorously, Sarah lay back, her hands under her head and a pensive smile on her freckled face.

‘Still, I really would like to try a really big prick right inside my cunt, a cock of really Hagridian proportions, Vicky. If only just once, you know’.

Vicky smiled and furrowed her brow in thought. Sarah waited patiently.

‘Well, well! A shameless demi-vièrge who hankers after real meat! It could be arranged, now I think of it, Sarah. Not right away, but I’ll see what I can manage. I’m hardly a suburban Moll Flanders and I have pathetically limited experience as a bawd or procuress’.

‘Really? You could fix it? You could really manage that for me, Vicky?’

‘Just part of the service, darling. Which would you prefer, white or black?’

‘You mean I have a choice? A black man or a white man? I say, you really are a ripping chum, Vicky!’

‘Perhaps you’ll be lucky enough to have a choice. Wait and see what can be arranged. One might as well go the whole hog if the possibility exists. Like Nancy Cunard did, in the ‘twenties, when she scandalized respectable society by taking a black lover at a time when such thrilling adventures were barely even whispered about. Every adventurous woman should try everything once and there’s a frisson of added zest in interracial sex, you know’.

‘Oh, I can guess what you mean! Or I think I can, anyway. One should try everything except incest and folk dancing! Anyway, you promised to show me your collection of marital and extra-marital aids, you know, Vicky!’

‘Oh, yes I did. Silly me, to have forgotten! Yes, I’ve got a few pretty toys, if you’d like to see them, Sarah’.

‘Oh, yes, Vicky. I most certainly would!’

Dragged from its corner hiding-place, the toy-box proved to be very like a boarding-school tuck-box of smooth dark wood with brass corners. Enthralled, Sarah stared inside once the box was opened.

‘Smashing! What’s this object, Vicky?’

‘Well, this is a simple toy, very rigid and hard, for muscle-strengthening, for my Kegel exercises. Bless that Arnold Kegel! No woman wants her cunt-muscles to get slack and weak, does she? This one’s made of acrylic but there are ones made of Lucite, too’.

Sarah took a strap-on dildo and its harness in her hand and looked at it thoughtfully.

‘Is it nice, to be … well, to be fucked by a girl or woman wearing one of these?’

‘The Ultra Harness 2000 clutched in your eager hand? God, yes it is, it’s lovely, and that model is probably the very best there is, too! A woman knows how a woman feels when she’s getting a vigorous fuck. Even the nicest man doesn’t, even if he’s the sort of chap who’s been brave enough to have been fucked in the bum a few times. Granted, the two sensations are similar in some ways but they’re very, very different. Wouldn’t you agree?’

‘Since my experience is so pitiably limited, I really couldn’t say,’ Sarah answered, just a little shamefacedly.

‘Well, I’m sure that you’ll readily believe that most men caress a woman’s clit, labia and nipples as though they’re doing bodywork on a newly-acquired second-hand Land Rover, Sarah. On the other hand, even the dumbest and coarsest tattooed and multi-pierced biker chick is instinctively far more sensitive than even the nicest man. Unless he’s been properly and rigorously trained by an attentive woman, of course’.

‘You mean like you’ve trained Donald, Vicky?’

‘Precisely, Sarah. Not that I think Donald’s training is complete by any means’.

Sarah looked into what Vicky had described as her toybox with renewed interest.

‘Honestly, I can hardly believe my eyes! What an array of super things you’ve got in here, Vicky!’

‘Not really very much beyond a mildly interesting variety of vibrators and the Hitachi Magic Wand, which is by far and away the very best portable sex toy for women there is or ever has been. Ask any lesbian and she’ll tell you instantly.’

‘You’ve got astonishing things here, Vicky,’ said Sarah, still visibly impressed, ‘What on earth is this thing? I mean, I think I can guess what it is but I want you to tell me’.

‘I sure you can guess, Sarah. Quite, quite sure! It’s what’s called a double dong and I’m very pleased to have it. It’s seventeen inches long and the wide end is one-and-a-half inches across and four-and-a-half inches in circumference. The narrow end is one-and-a-quarter inches wide and four-and-a-quarter in circumference, even quite a narrow-cunted girl can take it easily enough, once she’s excited enough and it’s been adequately lubricated.’

‘Where on earth did you get it? It’s hardly the sort of thing you see for sale in Boots, is it?’

‘You can get them from the U.S. by mail order, from quite a variety of internet sites, or you can easily go shopping in person in Amsterdam or Copenhagen, if you don’t mind the embarrassment of being searched by H.M. Customs when you come back to England. Of course, the U.S.A. is an astonishing country in many ways; in some American states one can buy guns very easily but it’s practically a capital crime to offer sex toys for sale. Look at the collection of lubricants, Sarah’.

‘I am. There’s one called Wet and one called J-lube and three more called Anal-Ease and K-9 and KY.’

‘All of which are recommended on the internet by habitual libertines who need lubrication on a regular basis’.

‘Plus you’ve got Wet Wipes and paper towels galore’.

‘Oh yes, very necessary, too. To be honest, we libertines like to think that a sweaty anal romp is good clean fun but anyone who’s tried anal sex more than just once or twice knows that once in a while things can get, well, rather messy to put it bluntly. It’s a good idea to have the cleanup kit ready. And everything else that one needs conveniently to hand, of course’.

‘Do you like being fucked in the bottom, Vicky? What was it you called it, bumsex?’

‘After one’s warmed up enough, tender bumsex is utterly scrumptious. Quite delectable, in fact. I thoroughly recommend it! Of course, the apogee is to have one adored and pleasant man’s cock in one’s cunt and another man’s cock in one’s bum at one and the same time’.

‘Yes, I think I can imagine how nice that would be, Vicky’.

O Christ, yes! I can bloody well imagine how exquisite it would feel to be so thoroughly penetrated and filled! I want to try it!

‘It doesn’t hurt?’

‘Oh, one’s certainly jolly well aware of what’s happening, Sarah! At first it feels as though one’s utterly helpless and being cruelly ripped asunder but the only real distress one feels is when both cocks have shot off and been taken out. Oh dear, that really makes for the most awfully bereaved feeling of tristesse, Sarah, even after one’s had two or three very satisfactory orgasms. Or more, for that matter. Bumsex interruptus, in fact any sort of back-or-front coitus interruptus, leaves one feeling empty, deprived, hungry and as if one had been left at the side of the road to walk home alone.’

‘What did you call this amazing thing again?’

‘The harness dildo in your hand? The Ultra Harness 2000, Sarah. You seem quite taken with it, darling. Yes, quite fascinated, I’d say. Fancy trying it out?’

Suddenly feeling desperately embarrassed, Sarah dropped her eyes and bit her lip, much to Vicky’s unconcealed amusement.

‘Oh, don’t be so coy, Sarah! You do want to try it out! Of course an uninhibited girlie like you would. You feel embarrassed to tell me out loud, though, don’t you?’

‘Of course I do, Vicky! These situations aren’t to be found in etiquette books, you know!’ exclaimed Sarah, blushing scarlet to the very tips of her ears.

‘Stop teasing her, Vicky. Go on, Sarah, resign yourself to the inevitable and spread your lovely legs. We both know you want to try being fucked with a strap-on!’ said Donald, standing naked in the doorway and grinning. Startled, Sarah stared in his direction, then burst into peals of laughter on seeing his penis is a state of semi-erection once more.

‘You certainly want to watch me being fucked with a strap-on, don’t you, Donald?’ demanded Sarah. Donald nodded, grinning hugely at the thought of what Vicky and Sarah were about to do.

‘Then come and lick and tongue me, you perverted male voyeur, you! I want you to get my cunt wet and ready to be fucked with a strap-on dildo,’ commanded Sarah, a radiant smile illuminating her freckled face.

It was unnecessary to tell Donald twice. Sarah lay back, supporting her torso on her elbows, and all too well aware that her buttocks still smarted.

‘Here, Sarah, have a nice soft cushion under your poor pink bum so that Donald can lick you really thoroughly,’ offered Vicky solicitously. She stretched, stood and then took the dildo harness from Sarah’s outstretched hand. After a moment she was wearing the device and triumphantly surveying the scene before her, her hands on her hips.

‘Neither too big nor too small, as Goldilocks might have said, Sarah. Just over six inches, in fact. Just right for a saucy young miss’s very first fuck, I’d say’.

Sarah was not listening. Instead, she was sprawled, arms and legs akimbo, on the bed, delirious with the pleasure of receiving Donald’s attentive ministrations. Vicky, meanwhile, had switched on the FM radio in the bedroom and Verdi’s ‘Requiem’ was playing at the very edge of audibility.

‘Oh, yes. There! There! Oh, Vicky, you’ve trained him so very, very well! Ooh, yes, a little higher! On my clit! Yes, my clit! Ooh, do it some more! That’s lovely, Donald; it’s like you’re playing beautiful music on my body.’

‘Lick her all the way up and all the way down again, Donald. All the way from her bumhole to her clitoris. Do it nice and hard, darling. Make her really feel your tongue!’ urged Vicky. Donald complied instantly and Sarah squealed aloud with excitement.

‘Good pussy-licker, isn’t he, Sarah?’ asked Vicky softly; she was lubricating the shaft of the flesh-hued dildo attached to the Ultra Harness 2000 as she spoke.

Sarah, moaning with pleasure, did not reply. She was lost in the throes of an intense orgasm and temporarily devoid of the power of speech.

‘Enough licking and tonguing, Donald my love!’ said Vicky. Donald withdrew his glistening face and Vicky knelt between Sarah’s pale thighs.

‘This petit-bonhomme is what you need right now, darling Sarah,’ Vicky whispered as she positioned herself with care, her fingertips lightly caressing Sarah’s swollen labia majora as she spoke. Then Vicky gently lifted Sarah’s legs a little higher and spread them still wider apart. The movement opened the younger woman’s labia slightly and, pausing, Vicky bent impulsively and lightly kissed the pouting red-haired vagina pouting expectantly before her.

‘Ooh, lovely Vicky!’ Ooh, lovely Donald!’ moaned Sarah, looking up into Donald’s eyes, for by this time Donald had seated himself cross-legged at Sarah’s head and was dexterously caressing her swollen and now-turgid nipples. Vicky then began stroking the curving head of the dildo over Sarah’s gaping sex. Smiling hugely, Vicky began with small, circular motions designed to allay any fears or misgivings Sarah might have, while simultaneously stimulating and preparing Sarah’s sex for the welcome intrusion still to come. As Donald, grinning at his wife, watched with rapt interest and pleasure, Vicky progressed to stimulating Sarah’s still more sensitive inner lips, her labia minora.

‘Yes, yes, Vicky! Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Vicky!’ gasped Sarah.

‘Patience, darling! All in good time, Sarah McTiernan,’ Vicky responded, delighted to be eliciting so enthusiastic and heartfelt a response from the red-haired teenager.

Sarah’s labia, slick now, parted responsively as they adjusted to the dildo’s presence. It slid up and down her sexual furrow, stimulating and teasing her unbearably. Open-mouthed, Sarah watched in rapt fascination as Vicky subtly altered the object’s direction and the pressure of its stroking slightly.

‘It’s going in, Vicky,’ murmured Sarah, her face glowing with perspiration. She somehow managed to open her legs still wider apart and thrust her hips upwards to welcome the intruder.

Oh, yes. Put it into me. Right up inside me. I want to feel it. Don’t toy me with me, Vicky Seddon. Can’t you see how I’m suffering, you cruel bitch?

‘Look at her, Donald,’ breathed Vicky, ‘The dear girl’s practically having an orgasm already and the dildo isn’t even inside her yet!

A woman’s genitalia, in spite of the very many and varied ways it can both give and receive tactile pleasure, is perfectly shaped to receive a thrusting intruder. Sarah, still a self-proclaimed demi-vièrge, was about to experience such an intrusion without a male’s involvement, except as a voyeur.

‘It feels so good! So very, very good!’ moaned Sarah as Vicky thrust her hips gently forward. Then there was the briefest moment of resistance; Sarah winced momentarily, then gritted her teeth bravely and stubbornly as Vicky’s eyes met hers and the older woman suddenly jerked her hips remorselessly forwards.

‘Gotcha! Now it’s right inside your beautiful young cunt, darling! Ready to be fucked? Really fucked?’ demanded Vicky, her eyes wide and sparkling with the thrill of what she was doing.

‘Yes, Vicky, I’m ready to be fucked. Please fuck me, Vicky!’ implored Sarah.

As Sarah felt the padded base of the dildo pressing up against the outer folds of her sex, she drew up her legs to clutch Vicky the more tightly towards her. She rejoiced and exulted in Vicky’s weight on her body, the feel of Vicky’s warm flesh against hers, Vicky’s full breasts against her own and, then, quite suddenly, the probing of Vicky’s tongue in her mouth.

‘Oh God! God! God! Almighty! This is fucking heaven,’ Sarah groaned as Vicky’s hips began a soft churning motion, pushing the dildo a fraction of an inch still further into the young woman’s vagina before, tantalizingly, withdrawing once more.

‘More! Harder! Deeper! Rougher!’ squealed Sarah, ecstatically. ‘Give it to me! I want the full treatment!’

Sarah moaned extravagantly, clutching the bedclothes as though in agony, as Vicky thrust forward.

‘Christ Almighty, what a lovely sight you two make!’ breathed Donald.

Then it was over. Vicky decided that a single climax would suffice Sarah for the present and, grinning triumphantly, withdrew the implement.

‘Look, Sarah. Your pearl beyond price, gone forever,’ Vicky said as she unstrapped the harness.

There was a barely-discernable smear of blood of the shaft of the dildo, which Vicky looked at for a long moment before licking off.

‘Aha, a teeny drop of delectable virginal blood on my palate. The kiss of the vampire, Sarah!’

Sarah, her eyes half closed, lay panting in the exhaustion so well-known to sprinters, an exhaustion which Vicky and Donald both realised was likely to be very brief. Vicky reached across to the bedside cabinet, poured a small glass of Armagnac, and held it to Sarah’s lips and Sarah sipped it gratefully..

‘Well, you shameless dildoed dyke, was that as enjoyable as you made it sound, Sarah?’

‘Absolutely spiffingly delectable, Vicky!’ exclaimed Sarah, the moment she had regained her breath sufficiently to speak. ‘It’ll sound quite something to tell my children and grandchildren, if I ever have any. I mean, losing my virginity to a bisexual married woman wearing a strap-on dildo, not to some pimply and tipsy adolescent boy in the back of a borrowed car.’

‘And what might be your pleasure now, Sarah? Your wish is our command, you know,’ said Donald with a quiet smile.

‘I want your husband to make love to me now, Vicky. Yes, I’ve decided. I want Donald’s cock in me!’ declared Sarah, looking the older woman boldly in the face. Vicky sat up smartly and clapped her hands together.

‘Brave girl, Sarah! Marvellous! Of course Donald will fuck you, won’t you, darling?’ responded Vicky.

‘Yes, I’ve decided what I want as an encore,’ said Sarah with a grin, ‘I want Donald to fuck me while Vicky wriggles on my face. I’ll try to lick you to another spend, Vicky!’

‘What a ripping idea and what a nice compliment, Donald! Yours will be the very first real cock Sarah will have inside her. Are you stiff enough, though?

‘Getting stiffer, darling’, replied Donald.

‘I’ll suck you to stiffness and slide it into Sarah’s sweet pussy, darling. Not that either of you really need any help, do you? Still, I’d like to play a part in this first fuck, however humble.’

Vicky fellated her husband with affection and practiced ease for a minute or two, while Sarah snuggled close to her and affectionately caressed her body.

Gosh! What a bloody amazing day this has been. Being spanked, then whipping a naked man, then being ravished by a woman and now my very first real bout in the lists of carnal pleasure.

‘You decide, Sarah. Do you want me on top in the missionary position or you on top of me, hugging tight or riding me, ‘forward cowboy’ as it’s called, and looking me in the face?’ enquired Donald.

‘I’d prefer my very first real fuck to be with me on top, I think, Donald,’ rejoined Sarah after a moment’s thought. ‘I’d prefer to feel in control’.

Suiting the action to the word, Sarah positioned herself over Donald’s prone body and giggled with mirth as Vicky effected the conjunction between the pair.

‘Yow! Wow! Oh God! He’s in me! His prick’s right inside me, Vicky!’

‘It’s a nice feeling, isn’t it, darling? A good stiff cock right up inside your pretty cunt.’

The question was answered by a prolonged low moan of pleasure.

‘Fuck her, Donald.’ hissed Vicky. ‘She loves your darling cock, the lovely girl’.

Donald thrust his hips upwards, his penis sliding fully into Sarah’s sex.

‘Fuck me, Donald!’ howled Sarah. ‘Really fuck me! Give me the full treatment!’

‘Yes, Sarah. Don’t suppress your feelings or hide your passion or wait for the right moment. Howl it aloud, girl!’ laughed Vicky.

Donald clasped Sarah to him, their lips meeting wetly.

‘On me! Come on top of me, Donald! Fuck me as deeply as you can,’ gasped Sarah.

Donald twisted abruptly; a tangle of limbs later Sarah was beneath the man, her long legs clasped around his waist. Donald thrust into her with gusto, veins starting out on his forehead. Entranced by the spectacle which the pair presented, Vicky wriggled close.

‘Ooh, what lovely sexy squelchy sounds you two are making’, chuckled Vicky. Her hand cradled her husband’s scrotal sack.

‘Empty your balls into her, my sweet. I want her to be nice and juicy for me to lick out! Keep your cock inside her; don’t pull out!’

With a groan, Donald ejaculated into the writhing young girl and Sarah yelped with passion.

Is this my fourth come of the day or my fifth. I’ve bloody lost count!

‘Oh, I can feel it, really feel him spurting. I can feel his spunk shooting right into me, Vicky! It’s marvellous!’

Her passions momentarily spent and her perspiring body cradled by Donald and Vicky, Sarah realised that she’d been yelling like a desperate howling banshee in the throes of yet another orgasm but was quite unembarrassed.

‘You two are such lovely people. You really, really are,’ she murmured, kissing both in turn. Vicky smiled.

‘Roll her over, Donald darling. I want her on top of you again.’

Obediently, Donald obeyed. Sarah was now on top of him, her thighs and buttocks splayed wide.

‘I’m going to suck and lick your beautiful little pink bumhole while my darling husband’s lovely prick is still filling your puss, Sarah,’ hissed Vicky. ‘Ready?’

‘Oh, yes, I’m ready, Vicky,’ gasped Sarah.

The sensation was predictably exquisite, as Sarah well knew from earlier adventures. As Donald’s penis softened within her vagina, Vicky’s remorseless tongue teased and probed her narrowest portal of love.

‘Stop, Vicky. Please stop. I’ll go stark raving mad if you tickle my bum with your tongue any more, I really will!’

The three sprawled together in companiable silence.

‘So now you’ve had plastic and real honest-to-goodness man-meat in your sweet pussy, Sarah. Both pretty good, aren’t they?’

‘Aren’t they just! Oh, God! That was a wonderful fuck! My very first real fuck, too,’ declared Sarah.

She kissed Donald extravagantly, clutching his softening penis in her hand, before looking Vicky in the face.

‘You know, man-meat feels so different to plastic. They’re both lovely but very, very different. I feel so lucky, to have teachers like you two, really I do!’

The three slept together. In the morning Donald had to go to work as usual.

‘Off he goes to provide me with Chablis, cannabis and truffles, the sweetheart. But first, he has a few precious minutes to spare fo us, darling Sarah. How about a quick fuck to keep my sweet hubbie cheerful in his work all day long?’

A smiling Sarah agreed at once and Vicky, visibly delighted, busied herself with lubricating a slender white vibrator.

‘Another smashing fuck for this pitiable deflowered virgin, this abused maiden in your evil clutches? Super!’ chortled Sarah.

‘Sarah, sprawl out with your fingers interlaced behind your head and I’ll slide the vibrator right up inside your beautiful red-haired cunt. Yes, that’s it. Yes, just like so! How does that feel, Sarah?’

‘Wow! How does it feel? Oh, Christ, that’s a gorgeous feeling; what an amazing way to start the day!’ squealed Sarah ecstatically, writhing with the unaccustomed stimulation. Vicky leaned over and kissed Sarah’s lips wetly.

‘And now Donald can slide the vibrator in and out a little and lick your clit at the same time. I’ll straddle your head. Lick her, Donald, darling. Suck her clit!’

Amused and aroused, Donald complied and Sarah moaned aloud

‘What a lovely way to start the day and what a beautiful sight your furry cunt is right above my face, Vicky,’ gasped Sarah, her hips writhing and, as she was all too well aware, barely able to articulate.

‘Now I’ll lower myself just a little and you can suck my cunt, Sarah. Go on, try it, you’ll enjoy it, I promise’, said Vicky. ‘I love having the vibrator right inside me every so often; it’s like having another man in reserve. A tireless and undemanding man, too!’

Vicky and Sarah achieved orgasm almost simultaneously, collapsing into one another’s arms.

‘But, Vicky, Donald hasn’t had a chance to come, has he?’ Sarah said quietly, the moment she had recovered her breath.

‘Oh, we’ll soon fix that, Sarah! Donald, kneel close to Sarah’s mouth so she can suck you. Fuck her mouth, my sweet’.

Thrilled by the young newcomer’s ardent fellation, Donald thrust his erect penis remorselessly into Sarah’s mouth and soon ejaculated copiously into her mouth and gullet.

‘Delectable, Donald,’ gurgled Sarah a moment xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Then, when Donald came home from work, he was summoned upstairs.

‘Put down that silly briefcase and shower quickly, darling. Your harem of lascivious houris awaits you!’

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

NB XXXXXX
Sarah has vibro again and sucks Donald while Vicky sucks her clitoris

3. BUKKAKE AND SPANKING

‘Do you love Donald, Vicky? Really love him, in the Romeo and Juliet, Heloïse and Abelard sort of sense, I mean?’

In reply, Vicky laughed aloud.

‘Romantic love? All that soppy hearts and flowers stuff? Oh, darling, we older women all remember the emotional roller-coaster, the raging hormones, the constant heartache of our first loves but we wouldn’t want to relive that agony all over again, that’s for sure!

Of course I love my sweet husband, Sarah. Two hearts beating as one and all that soppy stuff. Plus there’s the fact that sex with Donald is absolute blissikins, even when there are only the two of us doing it. Anyway, even I need sloppy romance occasionally, although I’m quite capable of distinguishing between affection sex and thrillsex! You know, Sarah, even the skuzziest tattooed biker chick believes in all the romantic slosh. You know, candlelit dinners on the terrace overlooking the bay with moonlight shining on the sea. In her innermost heart of hearts all women need that stuff every bit as much as all the tactile sticky fun. All of us need to hear the l-word from time to time, even if the path of true love is sometimes surprisingly crooked. Sarah, I’ve had Donald whisper into my ear that he loves me at the very same moment another very virile man was squirting his seed right into me.’

Sarah gasped and her brown eyes widened in surprise.

‘Yes, kinky stuff for some, I suppose. Donald suits me like a glove; I like a man who tolerates my erotic eccentricities and needs and who takes his time sexually; he’s always been more than merely acceptable in that respect, thank goodness. Amusingly deviant sex with him is glorious and even simple straightforward married love with him is very, very good. Of course, I recall all those obsessive reveries of girlhood, the slow musings just before falling asleep, usually pretty much the same ones, of visions in which the purest and wildest love always sanctioned or, rather, demanded, the most self-abasing surrender, in which fairytale images of chains and whips in dungeons and Bluebeard’s Tower added to enhance the imagery of constraint. So finding pretty much the right man was utter and complete perfection for me, you see’.

Sarah nodded, listening intently.

‘You probably think Donald’s a thoroughly cowed and pussy-whipped man, don’t you, Sarah? Hardly the archetypical castrated male, the modern American woman’s ideal, as you’re well aware, but still wholly under my control. Yes?’

‘Yes, Vicky. That’s pretty much what I am inclined to think’.

‘You’re quite, quite wrong, Sarah. Let me tell you, he’s like a dog on the prowl if he’s unsupervised for more than a day or two. I once came home from a long and awfully boring weekend conference in Wales half a day early and found him naked, in our marital bed if you please, energetically shafting a plump Catholic schoolgirl from a school half a mile away A girl with braces on her teeth and the most adorable chestnut pigtails, too’.

‘Goodness, Vicky! He was doing that!’ exclaimed Sarah, most impressed. ‘Well, what did you do? Go on, tell me! Tell me now!’’

‘What do you imagine I did, Sarah? I sized up the situation in a glance and thought as fast as I was able to think, glaring at the pair of them in their bed of sin until the poor girl was practically sniveling with the awkwardness of the situation. Oh yes, Sarah, I could see what was going through her pretty little head at that very moment; you know, Faith of Our Fathers, living still in spite of dungeon, fire and sword and all the rest of that awfully nasty silly stuff, with the appalling shame and the awkward embarrassment of discovery. So then I grinned hugely and undressed slowly, jutting my tits forward and showing my bush and bottom to advantage and then quietly slid into bed with them both, which surprised the young lady as much as if I’d been transformed into a dragon in a puff of blue smoke. Oh, Sarah, the taste of young Bernadette’s excited and very juicy young cunt! Quite, quite unforgettably delectable!’

‘More unforgettably delectable than mine?’ enquired Sarah archly.

‘Actually, no. Not quite so delectable as yours, darling. Anyway, it’s silly of you to suddenly sound resentful and jealous of Bernadette Noonan and our unexpected tryst! My point was that Donald is as likely as not to be found in the embraces of some shy little pigtailed angel with braces on her teeth if left unsupervised for more than a day or two. You need to understand that men have enough blood to supply their brains or their cocks but not both at the same time.’

‘Well, I must say I’ll look at Donald in a rather different light from now on’, said Sarah.

‘Good! Now, I ought to tell you that, for a woman like me, three-way action is the very best sex there is. Oh, goodness, Sarah! To savour the taste of another woman’s moist velvet purse on my husband’s lips was gloriously stimulating. My senses reeled with the naughtiness and total depravity of what we three were up to! Not that Bernadette had much maiden shame once she’d been thoroughly pawed by a husband and wife working as a team.’

‘Where is this Bernadette Noonan now, Vicky?’

‘Completing a degree in Manchester, my love. She told me a couple of years ago that having done a little playful threesome fun added immeasurably to her ‘street cred’, her credibility, in her first year at university’.

‘I’ll bet it did! You love threesomes, don’t you, Vicky?’

‘Ideally, a depraved woman like me has a lovely young lady like yourself to fondle at the same time as enjoying the attentions of a sweet man like Donald, but having two men, or even three, all to oneself is simply scrumptious. When Donald indulges in gay sex, which he rather enjoys once in a blue moon, he sticks with men I approve of, preferably when I’m there to supervise proceedings and join in. When I’m away I prefer him to do trios and quartets with people I know, like and trust.’

‘Just to be on the safe side?’

‘Right, Sarah! Queers love rough trade and so do some reckless women but we residents of respectable suburbia need to be discreet. I love Donald too much to have him taking silly risks. This part of Surbiton is almost the quintessential realisation of a respectable suburban neighbourhood and anything even mildly Bohemian would be regarded as unspeakably appalling and disgusting by the neighbours. Most of the women in an area like this are cold-hearted bitches who’d ring the police if someone stood in the road and sang a snatch of a song, let alone behave like the pansies in Brighton do!’

‘Having rough trade here would involve taking too many risks, you mean, Vicky?’ enquired Sarah.

‘Christ, yes! That and everything else. Even those bisexual men who are otherwise quite sane are apt to find themselves drawn to cruising Clapham Common for rough trade or consorting with Scottish rent boys in pansy bars. Too, too awfully silly and rosky!

Anyway, I prefer my erotic encounters sensual and nice, not rough and crude, Sarah,’ Vicky replied. ‘Look, we know one another well enough for you to realise that I revel in delectable and outrageous sexual indulgence with nice sexy people and I’d see no reason to conceal the fact if we were rich. I mean really rich. Rich like Edward James or Nancy Cunard were. Anyway, I try to make sure Donald never takes silly risks; I love him too much to bear the thought of him even being embarrassed.’

Golly, so that was what real love is like!

‘Who was Edward James, Vicky? Wasn’t he Salvador Dali’s first patron in England?’

Vicky nodded, her eyes sparkling.

‘But you still have sex with other men without Donald being present, don’t you?’ Sarah demanded.

‘Goodness, yes! Nowhere near enough, mind you, Sarah. I love watching one man suck another man’s cock, especially when it’s lovely and slimy, glistening with juice, after being inside a lady’s cunt. Ideally he should be sucking a cock which has just come out of his wife’s cunt. Or his girlfriend’s. Or even his daughter’s! Lovely!’

‘Golly!’ Sarah exclaimed, quite stunned to hear this.

‘And, as you know, I delight in Sapphic pleasures with women, too. Especially delectable red-haired teenies like you, you exquisitely dissipated squirting girl’.

How many delectable red-haired teenies has Vicky known?

It was time to steer the subject away from such personal intimacies, thought Sarah.

‘I’ve been wondering about something. How many men can a woman fuck in a day, Vicky?’ asked Sarah curiously, her eyes shining after listening to Vicky’s intimate disclosures.

‘Odd that you should ask me that, Sarah. I’ve got it right here.’ Vicky replied with a broad grin. She turned around, clicked on her laptop computer and soon found what she sought in the machine’s memory.

‘Well, if Robert Graves is to be believed, the Empress Messalina took on scores of men in a challenge contest with the Roman courtesans’ guild.’

‘Messalina? Wasn’t she the Empress of Rome? The Emperor Claudius’ consort?’

‘Right. Much the same was said about Semiramis of Egypt and certain of the more adventurous Chinese Empresses, too. Then the whole ambitious gangbang thing got restarted with a bang – literally a big bang of a gangbang - in the age of modern sexual liberation. ‘Screw’ magazine in New York set up a photoshoot with a lady called Tara Alexander and eighty-three men in the early eighties.’

‘God! Eighty-three! They all fucked her?’ replied Sarah, greatly impressed.

‘No, probably quite a few of those she sucked off or simply had them jerk off and shoot spooge on her face and tits. If you really wanted to know, you’d have to fly to New York and look through the files of ‘Screw’. Or you could ask Al Goldstein of ‘Screw’ magazine in person.’

‘What was that odd word? Spooge?’ queried Sarah.

‘Spunk. Come. Cock-juice. Cum. Semen, Sarah’ replied Vicky, just a little impatiently. ‘Now, don’t interrupt me again. Then there was Annabel Chong, a beautiful and super-smart young Singaporean student at the University of Southern California, who supposedly screwed or sucked two hundred and fifty-one men in 1995 in California. Actually, later on she said that there were a mere eighty-five men who went three times each. Her gangbang video is quite famous. I know someone who lives quite close to here who’s got it, too. Later there was a sort of acted documentary made about her, called ‘Sex: the Annabel Chong Story’. It was horribly badly-edited so it’s not really particularly good but you ought to see it sometime, Sarah.’

‘Go on. I’m quite fascinated.’

‘Well, after that splendid effort broke the ice and Annabel became world-famous, marathon gangbang records were set and broken in a rush; a woman called Jasmine St. Claire did three hundred men and soon afterwards the porno actress known as Houston managed six hundred and twenty. In February 2002 there was a marathon playoff in Warsaw in Poland with proper judges, timekeepers and written rules. Claire Brown of the U.K. tried ever so hard and was leading for the first hour but she only managed four hundred and sixty-six men before retiring to the pavilion, while the lovely Mayara Rodriguez of Brazil, easily the best-looking of the three, did six hundred and thirty-three. But it was Klaudia Figura, a Polish magazine editor in her early twenties and competing on her home ground, who won. She managed six hundred and forty-six.’

‘God’s teeth, her poor cunt must have been raw and agonizing after that marathon. Or totally numb for months afterwards!’ exclaimed Sarah.

‘I’m not so sure about that, you know, Sarah,’ Vicky replied after and moment’s thought. ‘You see, the vagina’s made of pretty tough stuff. Much tougher than the bumhole or the delicate lining of the mouth, for instance. Think about it for a moment or two; the vagina is designed to let a big lumpy baby through. Or twins, triplets or more. Compared to giving birth, fucking a few score men is like a quiet day watching amateur cricket. Mind you, I’ve only ever managed to screw five men in one session, as it were. Not six hundred and sixty-something.’

Vicky laughed aloud at the recollection.

Sarah’s eyes widened as she thought of Vicky joyously, sweatily pleasuring five men on a long summer’s afternoon. Had it been fun, really fun? How many times had she orgasmed?

‘Ooh, I must have come twenty times or more, Sarah’, said Vicky, as though reading Sarah’s thoughts.

‘But it’s odd you saying what you said about a woman’s cunt being sore after so much fucking; I wasn’t sore at all, just exhausted and totally drained of energy. Ready to curl up a sleep for a day, to tell the truth.’

‘Gosh! And you weren’t sore at all’.

‘Not at all, Sarah. Annabel Chong said that the real problem in her pioneering gang-bang in California wasn’t being fucked or buggered but having her puss fingered by men’s ragged fingernails. The odd thing is that those men were the ones who were trying their best, their very nicest and most romantic best, to give her pleasure and they scratched her inner membranes with their nails without meaning to. One or two teeny scratches aren’t even noticeable but by the time you’ve been enthusiastically goosed a few dozen times, that’s when one’s puss really begins to smart inside. After the Annabelle Chong gangbang video, the rule was that no fingers were to be inserted into a gangbang actress’ cunt. None at all. Period.’

Then the telephone on the table chirped undeniably and Vicky promptly answered it.

Vicky put down the telephone and clapped her hands together with glee. She was beaming.

‘Lovely news, Sarah! We’re invited to a masked spanking, fucking and bukkake video party in Kingston Vale tomorrow afternoon. We’ll go in the Renault after lunch! We’ll even get paid a hundred quid or so! How super!’

‘Bukkake? I’ve never heard the word; is that like fondue or something, Vicky?’

‘No, darling, it isn’t like fondue at all. It’s what happens when a girl kneels or squats and has a whole bunch of men squirt their spunk all over her.’

‘Really? Is that fun? It doesn’t really sound too exciting to me,’ Sarah replied. ‘In fact it sounds horridly messy and, well, rather demeaning. I rather doubt that I’d enjoy it very much, honestly.’

‘Oh, it can be quite superb, my dear innocent,’ replied Vicky with a salacious grin. ‘The trick is to subtly let it be known that you’ll readily and enthusiastically get close up and personal with the very best and nicest squirter once the bukkake session is over and one is showered and scented. Let them know you’ll drain the lucky winner’s balls all over again.

My dear Sarah; you’ve no idea just how thrilling and thoroughly ego-gratifying to is to be the centre of so much male attention. Ooh, all those rampant pricks being wanked inches in front of one’s face is indescribably thrilling, all of them getting ready to fire, then the feeling of it landing, sometimes rope after rope after rope of it, and then the delectable feeling of all the glutinous spunk full of disappointed and doomed little spermatozoa dripping all over one’s face and tits. As for the heady odour of male sweat and spunk filling one’s nostrils, I’ve always found it quite indescribably exquisite, honestly! Some girls like to swallow the lot; a whole tummy-full of lovely tasty salty onion soup. I did it once; it was absolutely thrilling!’

‘You know, I’m still far from convinced but I’d be willing to try it once¸’ replied Sarah thoughtfully.

‘Terrific! I knew you’d be game, darling! Tomorrow’s as good a day as any, darling. I think we’ll have a sexless and restful early night tonight and awake like ravening lionesses ready for anything tomorrow.’

Vicky was busy for the rest of the day and Sarah, ever the considerate guest, busied herself with household chores before curling up with a book from Vicky’s library. ‘Sex Tips for Straight Women from a Gay Man’ was a fascinating and absorbing read and Sarah was finishing the last page when Vicky returned.

‘I say, Vicky,’ said Sarah, closing the book, ‘This nice little book by Dan Anderson and Maggie Berman certainly is an entertaining romp through the nuts and bolts of sex from a male homosexual perspective. Did you learn anything from it?’

‘I learned tons and tons from it, darling. I’d say it pretty well changed my life, to be truthful. Treat a man’s body like a gay lover would and you can twist him around your little finger. In fact, the two of them say it quite bluntly; any girlie who has the boldness, sense and savoire-faire to practice the techniques in here while she’s dating will get a proposal of marriage and a wedding ring soon enough. You see, most women just don’t go hard enough or fast enough towards the end simply because nobody’s ever told them what to do, the poor dears. I loved the way they talk about balls. Give me the book, Sarah. Yes, here it is: “We believe that balls have always been treated like unwelcome country cousins. You recognize them when they show up at the door, but you’re not so happy to see them because you have absolutely no idea of what would keep them entertained”. Not that such chiding is applicable to a wicked minx like you, Sarah. I’ve taught you how to handle Donald’s balls and scrotal sac, haven’t I? And a very fast, instinctive learner you were, too! I love the way you take the initiative, darling; a little ladylike boldness goes a very long way in the bedroom’

‘Yes, you most certainly have taught me quite a bit that’ll be useful with future lovers, Vicky. I just wish that a man’s balls were, well, more aesthetic to behold, you know’.

Vicky laughed and poured two glasses of Irish whiskey.

‘Just part of the awfully slipshod attention to detail in the Good Lord’s design department, darling. Young boys have ever such lovely smooth ball-bags but mature men often have awful droopy ugly things. Tant pis, darling! Simply close your eyes and think of England if you can’t stand the sight without wanting to bellow with immoderate mirth; men can be very sensitive about how their balls and scrotal pouches look to a girl, believe me!’

The afternoon of the next day was cool but sunny and Sarah was thrilled to be setting forth on a new adventure.

‘Off we go to Kingston Vale to become masked but otherwise shameless spunk-covered sluts on video which will be watched by hundreds or even thousands of bukkake aficionados, Sarah!’ chortled Vicky as she drove along the A3 in the Renault. Ready to be dripping like a church candle, are you?’

‘In for a penny, in for a pound, Vicky’, replied Sarah as calmly as she could.

Their effusively welcoming hostess in Kingston Vale, Anna Stefania Marianska, was a slender curly-headed woman in her forties. Chilled champagne was offered and quaffed with pleasure.

‘I’ve got twenty virile young men as today’s spurters for just the two of you, you very lucky ladies! They’ll be here in an hour or so. My three other female invitees all had to go to a special license wedding in Chelsea at appallingly short notice, so I’m dreadfully short of girls, you see. You’ll be soaked with lovely sticky manseed, I promise!’

Vicky and Sarah were delighted by this sally and Sarah threw back her head and laughed aloud with unfeigned delight.

We’ll be simply covered in spunk! Dripping jism. Sticky manseed semolina. Oh yes, lots and lots of it! The more and the stickier the better.

‘We’ve brought our sexy togs and our schoolgirl kit, too. You can decide what you’d like us to wear, Anna,’ said Vicky, briskly opening the zipped bag.

Anna appraised the pair briefly, then clapped her hands with glee.

‘Vicky, I want you to wear your sexy stuff. Young Sarah can be the saucy schoolgirl and she’ll look a treat, too. What a perfectly delightful pair you’ll look together. Oh, goodness me, look at the time. Change at once; there’s not a moment to lose if we’re going to get everything properly sorted before these boys arrive!’

Changed, Vicky and Sarah presented an appealing spectacle. Vicky wore black stockings and a suspender belt in combination with a miniscule peach-hued bra. Sarah wore long white knee-socks, dark blue knickers and a school shirt worn open over her bare torso.

‘You look perfectly delicious, both of you. Ready to be creamed, ladies? As I said on the phone, a fairly modest fee is all I can manage today until I’m paid for my last two bukkake videos, I’m afraid, but I’ll split the takings if and when I get a Japanese buyer for the video once it’s been edited.’

‘Who’ll do the camera work, Anna?’ asked Sarah as casually as she could.

‘Oh, Alex Shishin and Sawako Taniyama will. They do all my camerawork now, even though they’re amateurs, not professionals. They’re here now; come along and meet them. Leave your street clothes here and come as you are.

Still carrying their champagne glasses, Sarah and Vicky followed their hostess to a large room overlooking a splendidly verdant and overgrown garden seen through tall French windows.

‘Blue plastic sheeting on the floor, you see! Oh dear, how very ugly and tacky it looks in my nice elegant drawing-room. Still, it can’t be helped. One simply can’t possibly have gallons of semen sloshing all over the place, can one? I dread to imagine what the cleaning lady would have to say if she had the slightest inkling of what I get up to in here between her visits!’

Alex Shishin was a stocky and cheery Californian who Sarah guessed was in his forties. His wife, Sawako, was a quietly efficient Japanese woman of the same age with lustrous jet-black hair. She was wearing a long denim dress and busying herself industriously with tripods and lights.

‘Diffused lights, you see,’ she explained to a curious Sarah in flawless and unaccented English. ‘Semen reflects bright lights much too harshly once a few men have come over you.’ Sawako paused and looked at Sarah quizzically.

‘Do you like the taste of lots of come in your mouth, Sarah? I mean, lots and lots of it?’

Sarah laughed at the question and decided to parry it as well as she could to conceal her inexperience.

‘Actually, I have no idea, Sawako. I’ve only ever sucked off one man at a time. Everyone has to start somewhere. “Every whore was a virgin once”, as I think Tolstoy said once’.

‘So you’re here to do a little spanking, a little fucking and lots and lots of bukkake while Alex and I take a video of you? I rather envy you, you lovely young pretty girl. I’ve always found semen delicious in quantity! One of my most treasured memories was having fifty men spunk all over me, Sarah. That was the day I met Alex, my husband.’

‘Gosh! He was one of the fifty men spunking over you, was he?’

Sawako grinned and nodded, vividly remembering that delightful day in Kobe. Nearly a decade ago now, she mused.

‘Oh, Sawako! I feel so hot and horny right now, what with the anticipation and everything, that I’d rather fancy a fuck right here and right now. Before the bukkake shower, I mean.’

‘If you’d like a really fast quickie fuck this minute, my husband Alex will be happy to oblige, you know. He’s lusty and virile enough to satisfy you, that’s for sure. Pull those horrid schoolgirl panties this minutr,’ giggled Sawako. She spun on her heel and snapped her fingers at her husband.

‘Alex, you horny fucker, stop what you’re doing and listen up! Sarah needs a fuck right now! Pull down your pants and fuck her. She’s so horny and jumpy she can’t concentrate on being an adult video starlet; she’ll be no good for a bukkake movie if she’s a bundle of nerves, will she?’

Sawako was a woman thoroughly used to giving orders and being in charge of events, Sarah realised. Later, once she had got to know Alex Shishin and Sawako Taniyama better, it hardly surprised her to learn that Sawako had once taught in a girls’ school in Japan.

Obediently, Sarah and Alex did as they were told and soon Sarah was on her back on the plastic-covered floor, her legs apart. Intrigued and vastly amused, Vicky walked over to Alex, knelt at his feet and touched his penis with an inquisitive finger.

‘What a nice snipped American cock you’ve got, Alex. Not too long but thick and dependable. Letr me get it stiff enough for Sarah! I want it in my mouth, you nice man.’

Vicky fellated Alex quickly and expertly, flicking her tongue in exactly the right places. Not to be left out, Anna knelt behind Vicky, embraced her, and began to caress her breasts.

Sawako squatted on her haunches next to the red-haired girl, delighted by the sight Sarah presented.

‘What an exquisite red-haired muff you have, Sarah. And a lovely pink-lipped cunt, too. May I lick you a little before Alex fucks you, please?’

‘Oh yes, you don’t need to ask. Just do it! Lick my cunt, Sawako! I’ve never had a Japanese woman’s tongue in me before’.

Delighted at Sarah’s enthusiastic response, Sawako knelt between Sarah’s legs, seized the young woman by the haunches and clamped her mouth expertly on Sarah’s sex.

‘Ooh, yes! Yes, lick me a little before your husband fills me with his stiff cock, Sawako! Yes, that’s it, darling, go for my clit, my clit. Christ, that feels so fucking good, so very, very good!’

Then Alex, his rampantly penis erect after two minutes of Vicky’s tender oral ministrations, pulled Sawako firmly but gently away and, positioning himself carefully but quickly over Sarah, thrust his penis into Sarah’s moist vagina with a single slow lunge.

Oh, gosh! Yes! No preliminaries, just a sudden impetuous lunge. Onslaught! Just right at a time like this when I really need a no-frills shag!

‘Oh, lovely! Lovely cock! A lovely cock right up in my cunt! Fuck me with your lovely cock, Alex! Oh, Jesus, this so nice!’

‘You’ve got a lovely cunt, young Sarah,’ grunted Alex as he thrust into her hard.

‘You wicked flatterer! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me, Alex! Fuck me, Alex!’ gasped Sarah, raising her hips to meet Alex Shishin’s energetically pistoning loins. ‘You’ve got a super cock and a super lovely sexy wife, too!’

Alex paused in mid-thrust, his face above Sarah’s.

‘Do you want to lick Sawako’s pussy while I fuck you, Sarah?’ Alex enquired gently.

‘Do I want to taste Sawako’s pussy? Do I? Do I? Oh, God, yes I certainly fucking well do!’ yelped Sarah, her face crimson with delight and excitement.

Sawako tore open the studs holding her denim dress and revealed that she was naked beneath her sole, very convenient, garment.

‘Your pussy, Sawako!’ gasped Sarah, barely coherently. ‘I want your beautiful Japanese pussy on my mouth. I want to kiss your cunt and taste your juices now!’

Sawako stood astride Sarah’s head for a moment, her back towards her husband, then squatted so that her dark-haired sex was poised tantalizingly above Sarah’s mouth.

‘Don’t tease me, Sawako,’ Sarah moaned. ‘Please let me lick you now. I want to lick your pussy! Please!’

With a contented grunt and a quiet smile, Sawako squatted and lowered herself so that Sarah’s tongue could reach her.

Creamy pale thighs, a tuft of pussy hair like a Siamese cat’s in texture and her pussy lips are dark inside. Oh, this is absolute heaven! Blissikins. Cunt-lapping a super Japanese woman while her husband fucks me hard and fast!

Vicky clapped her hands with roguish glee, thoroughly relishing the spectacle.

‘Oh, Anna! You are a wonderful hostess, you really are!’ she cried.

Anna, meanwhile, had seized the smaller of the two video cameras and was taping Sarah’s pleasurable encounter with Alex Shishin and his wife.

‘Ooh, come in me, Alex! Fill me up with your spunk,’ gurgled Sarah, her face muffled between Sawako’s strong thighs.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

God Almighty, I’m dripping, simply bloody dripping, with spunk!

She gurgled, her throat so clogged with glutinous semen that she could barely swallow.

There was more to come. Jet after jet of semen spattered over Sarah’s upturned face and breasts.

Almighty God, who art wont to give more than we either desire or deserve.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘Well, that wasn’t so bad. Not too bad at all!’ gasped Sarah, wiping her face with the thick cotton towel Anna had passed to her.

‘Anything to say to the camera, young lady?’ asked their hostess, squatting in front of Sarah with the video camera.

‘This very wicked and self-indulgent kitten loves cream’, Sarah giggled. ‘Mmm. Vicky, I can see your countenance divine looking like a sticky cream bun, too’.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘Well, Sarah, you could hardly be said to be a sufferer from phallophobia or spermatophobia after that splendid introduction to the delights of bukkake, could you?’

‘Far bloody from it, Vicky!’

xxxxxxxxxxx

Having all that semen all over my throat and tits felt more like Imperial regalia than a mere pearl necklace, Anna! It was thrilling, quite indescribable.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Her hostess giggled with impish glee

‘I have to admit that the white of semen shows up to particular advantage on an ebony or coffee-coloured skin. Visually, it’s a quite superb and very striking contrast, even in close-up, as Sawako will readily tell you.’

Sawako nodded in assent and grinned.

‘There’s a delectable girl of West Indian descent I’ve seen who has the most exquisite ebony skin. She works on the checkout counter at the Tesco nearest here and I’m convinced she’d be ideal for a really splendid bukkake video, but approaching someone to take part in a bukkake video is never terribly easy, that’s the problem.’

Kristina Wong
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Sawako spoke quietly to Vicky

‘If Sarah’s game and up for it, of course it’s fine by me, Sawako. She doesn’t need any trickery or lies to lead her into temptation, you can be sure of that.

Two evenings later, Sarah was in Sawako’s company, dressed in borrowed finery.

‘Stuff of Vicky’s

‘This is a cocktail dress Vicky bought for three quid from an Oxfam shop. It looks a lot better than three quid’s-worth, doesn’t it?’

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘It’s a private Japanese club in the West End, Sarah. You can imagine the sort of place, I’m sure.

Do only men patronize private clubs like the one to which we re going ?

‘That used to be the case but now even we Japanese in London have managed to evolve a little, you know. Tonight’s is a mixed party. There may even be a few Japan Airlines hostesses present’.

The Japanese woman in her forties, wearing an apricot-hued silk kimono, bowed and greeted the pair at the door.

‘Irrashaimase,’ she said to Sawako in a formal greeting of welcome and glanced at Sarah’s conspicuously non-Japanese face questioningly

‘Daijobu, Honda-san, kono wakai onna wa …’

Sarah, quite unable to comprehend a conversation in Japanese, stood impassively until Sawako tugged her by her sleeve.

I told Ms. Honda that you’re with me, that everything has been arranged properly beforehand and that we’ll be performing artistes here tonight,’ responded Sawako. Here I’m known as Taniyama Sawako, not as Mrs. Alexander Shishin the Japanese academic like I am at London University or when I’m lecturing at the School of Oriental and African Studies. I usually manage to keep my two lives quite separate. My respectable academic’s life and my shameless bukkake slut’s life are different aspects of my persona, like being Athena and Aphrodite simultaneously.’

the private Japanese club in the West End

‘What sort of things, Sawako?’

‘Oh, nothing nasty at all. Kinky, maybe, but not at all unpleasant. They ate sushi out of my cunt and licked caviar out of my anus, if you insist on knowing. Caviar’s quite lovely to use as body-sex food, you know; very wholesome and clean, with a delicious smell. I’ve had it licked out of my ears, my navel, my cunt, my bottom-hole and my armpits, Sarah. There were even military attachés present that evening.’

‘Cool, “ ’twas caviare to the general”, then’ responded Sarah, awed and excited.

4. A MEMORABLE DAY
IN THE HOME COUNTIES

Vicky Seddon was away for the day and, quite coincidentally, Michelle Cheeseman, a friend of Vicky’s from their schooldays together, had invited Sarah to spend the day with her in Richmond. They had lunched and were seated in an oriel window overlooking an unkempt garden. Michelle passed a newly-lit joint to Sarah, put her hands behind her head and spoke quietly.

‘So you haven’t tried two men at a time yet, Sarah? That splendid pleasure still lies in your future then. Sucking off one man to completion while another man fucks one, or buggers one, or spanks one, is an exquisitely agreeable combination of sensations. I recommend it to any woman who craves an marvellous new sensation.’

‘You’ve done it yourself, Michelle?’ Sarah asked before taking a long gulp of Chateauneuf de Pape..

‘Oh, many times. So many that I stopped counting long ago. I’ve been at it since I was seventeen, I think. In fact, I rather fancy having it done to me today.’

Michelle paused and wriggled closer to Sarah on the leather Chesterfield as a preliminary to kissing the younger girl on the lips.

‘I’d rather fancy it right now, in fact. Would you fancy watching me being double-ended, double-stuffed, double-penetrated, Sarah? Or would you like to join in?’

‘I’d certainly love to watch you being double-ended, Michelle,’ Sarah replied coolly. ‘Let me watch for a while before I decide whether or not I want to try it for myself.’

Michelle brightened immediately.

‘Terrific! There are a couple of gay boys in the flat upstairs, Jeff Pearson and Gavin Armstrong. They’re usually ever so willing and great fun, too. Now that I think of it, they’re usually home around this time. I’ll give them a ring right now, Sarah.’

Michelle reached out for the telephone next to the sofa and dialed the number rapidly from her memory.

‘Jeff, my sweet decadent and very louche boy? Yes, you’re home already. Yes, dearest, I fully realise that I wouldn’t be taking to you if you weren’t at home. And Gavin’s at home with you, too? Wonderful! Listen, I rather fancy being double-ended this very minute. Are you game for a spot of fun? Yes, you are? That’s fantastic! Super! When? Oh, right now, if you really are game, and of course I know just how very nice you can both be to a lady who craves some attention on the spur of the moment. In five minutes’ time then? Wonderful!’

Michelle Cheeseman replaced the handset languidly and grinned hugely at Sarah.

‘Ooh, I’ll have Gavin’s stiffie up my tight little bottom and Jeff’s lovely prick throbbing and ready to spurt in my ever-willing mouth within a quarter of an hour, lucky lady that I am! Brace yourself, Sarah, they’re ever so camp, or at the least they pretend to be camp when I’m around!’

When they minced in six minutes later, Gavin and Jeff were certainly camper gay men than Sarah had ever seen before and she gazed at them both with wide-eyed fascination.

The taller of the two paused in front of her and simpered prettily before turning towards Michelle.

‘My goodness, Michelle Cheeseman!’ exclaimed Gavin, arching his eyebrows theatrically, ‘I had really no idea we were going to be double-ending you in front of an audience!’

‘This is Sarah McTiernan, she’s still only eighteen and she ever so keen to learn everything she can about, well, about sex!’

‘Hello, Sarah. How delicious, a pupil of a tender eighteen! In all fairness, we ought to be getting a stipend as extra-mural educational demonstrators, you know.’

‘All the Stolichnaya and Chateauneuf du Pape you can drink and all the Moroccan kif you can smoke. Done?’

‘As ever, Michelle, the pleasure is all ours. Done’.

‘Jeff, set out the drinks, there’s a good boy.’ Jeff scurried off and returned with vodka, wine and glasses.

‘I want Jeff’s gorgeous slender cock in my cunt to begin with, and then in my bum once I’m warned up a bit, and I want your dickie in my mouth, Gavin. Sarah will content herself with being a mere voyeuse, at the first, at least,’ announced Michelle bluntly, peeling off her clothes as she did so.

Undressed, Michelle was quite a sight, thought Sarah. Celtic interlacing tattoos adorned her, as did a number of piercings. Her pubic hair, a trimmed rectangular mohican, was delicately tinted purple to match the hue of the close-cropped hair on her head.

‘Feast your eyes on me, Sarah. I rate an en passant mention in ‘Burke’s Peerage’ and I’ve got pierced labia! You’re not too shocked, are you?’

Sarah shook her head, well aware that an unemployed aristocracy is by definition a decadent aristocracy.

‘Right. Let’s get cracking, shall we? Let me teach you how to be a really first-rate fellatrice, a poule de luxe every bit as good as Wallis Simpson or Eva Perón.’

Sarah was inclined to resent Michelle’s presumption but had the self-control to respond with the soft answer that turns away wrath.

Huh! My guess is that I can do it every bit as well as she jolly well can! Still, she’s the hostess and I’m the guest; no turning back now, Sarah!

‘Gotcha, Michelle, how very, very kind of you! I consider myself under starter’s orders then. Let’s get on with it, shall we?’ replied Sarah, removing her sweater, shirt and bra briskly as she did so.

Gavin sprawled insolently on the leather Chesterfield and Sarah, looking him in the face, kneeled and unfastened his loose canvas trousers.

‘Good start, Sarah’ purred Michelle. The first thing to do is …’

‘… to kiss Gavin very warmly and enthusiastically and let my hand drop loosely and artlessly into his lap,’ continued Sarah, kissing Gavin effusively the moment she finished speaking.

‘Super. And then you need to …’

‘… insert a gentle questing hand, like so-o, and pull Gavin’s cock out into the light of day and see how it stands’.

‘It doesn’t. Not yet, anyway. But …’

‘If it’s standing straight up, you’re already doing really well but if …’

‘… it isn’t already rampant and eager, like Gavin’s dickie right now isn’t up and flying yet, Michelle, the lady has to take matters firmly into her own hands. Plus her soft wet mouth, of course!’

Michelle giggled in girlish complicity, relishing the entrancing spectacle Sarah presented.

‘Not just yet, Michelle,’ Sarah continued. ‘But I’ll soon have that little detail fixed, you’ll see. So I’ll gently bring his balls out, too. Look, like so! If his pants had been too tight, which these weren’t, I’d have pulled them down. So now I’ve got his balls held lightly in my left hand and his cock a little more firmly in my right.’

Sarah looked Michelle in the face and winked broadly.

‘That’s great, Sarah! Now use your fingers very, very lightly to squeeze his cock gently down towards the bottom of the shaft and get ready to start sucking! Psyche yourself up for what needs to be done next. If you need to, that is!’

Sarah said nothing in reply, contenting herself with licking her lips thoroughly and looking up into Gavin’s face, her smile wet, wide and generous.

‘Yes, he wants to watch you suck him off. Men really love to watch a woman fellate them, Sarah!’

Yes, Michelle, even an ingenué like me has learned that trifling detail by now!

‘Open your mouth just a little to tease and excite him, Sarah,’ hissed Michelle, excited despite herself. ‘That’s right, breathe on him, let him feel your hot breath. Brush the swollen head of his prick with the very tip of your tongue just for a fleeting moment, like a butterfly’s wing.’

This gorgeous confident cockhead mere inches from my face, bright shining like the sun, its freshly-showered aroma filling my nostrils!

‘Right. Now that your tongue’s dripping wet, begin at the base of Gavin’s cockshaft and lick upwards. Do it slowly. Turn your head a little sideways and pretend to take a bite now and then; let him feel your lascivious teeth!’

‘Yow!’exlaimed Gavin, responding to Sarah’s playful bite immediately.

‘Good girl, Sarah. Well done! Now wet him again with your tongue and use your whole hand to spread the saliva around if necessary. A wet cock looks and sounds a lot sexier than a dry one.’

‘True enough,’ murmured Sarah, tearing herself away from the task in hand long enough to take swallow a generous glassful of wine. Michelle, meanwhile, had drawn a red velvet cushion close to where Sarah was kneeling and, sitting cross-legged upon it, still as naked as the day she was born, whispered instructions tirelessly.

‘Now, Sarah, concentrate on inflicting as much pleasure as possible. Your left hand is still busily massaging those balls, perhaps scratching them lightly with your fingernails. Reach behind and under Gavin’s balls to reach that sensitive area just this side of Gavin’s anus. Yes, run your fingers over his bumhole very lightly. That’ll stimulate him greatly. You could even slide your finger inside!’

Goodness, Michelle! I do know so much of this already! Still, we live and learn, don’t we?

‘Open your mouth and take him right inside, keeping your tongue sopping wet. Increase the action on his cock and make him moan with pleasure. Yes, you should encourage him with words of praise.’

Words of Praise? Songs of Praise?

‘Yes, keep teasing. Don’t hurry things; you don’t want him to some to soon, do you?

Don’t I? This is good fun but what I really want is to watch you being fucked from behind, then buggered and taken from each end, Michelle!

‘Lovely! Lovely, Sarah!’ Gavin murmured softly and encouragingly. Music to Sarah’s ears.

‘When you hear quicker and more urgent moans and you can feel his balls begin to tighten, you’re close to bringing him to orgasm.’

‘You’re good, Sarah. Very, very good!’ moaned Gavin quietly, quite unmistakeably and undeniably close to orgasm.

‘Decide whether you’re going to take Gavin’s semen in your mouth and then spit it out, swallow the lot or pull your face back and watch him shoot. If you want him to shoot in the air, pull your lips away at the very last moment.

Shooting is the option I choose today. Ready for this, girl? Yes, here it comes now. Now!

Gavin ejaculated lavishly. A jet curved into the air and spattered Michelle’s cheek and shoulder. A second bespattered Sarah’s breasts.

‘Now lick his liquid gift to you from his prick and tummy. Lick his dickie thoroughly, work your mouth up his torso and chest to his face.’

With an expression of devilish accomplishment in her eyes, Sarah kissed Gavin’s mouth, their lips and tongues meeting wetly.

‘Terrific, Sarah! Now I’ll take over! Jeff, come and snuggle next to me, please!’ exclaimed Michelle gleefully, thrilled by what she’d just watched and both pleased and exultant that Sarah had proven herself to be apt and willing a pupil. She glanced over to where Jeff was removing the last of his clothing and noted, with delight, that his penis was engorged and visibly ready for the further stimulation she craved.

Michelle flanked by Gavin and Michelle xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘If you wanted to, you could get behind Gavin and fondle his balls while Michelle is fellating, him, Sarah,’ Jeff suggested, his tone a lot softer now.

Oh, yes, I certainly could! Believe me, I’d love to caress his balls while Michelle is sucking him off!

First, Sarah knelt behind Jeff and cradled his scrotal sac in her soft palm.

Oh, such lovely, lovely balls. And it’s simply thrilling, quite marvellous, to think how often these gay balls have been licked and sucked by other gays!

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXx

‘I know! As a finale, Sarah or Michelle could have a salami fuck,’ suggested Jeff, emerging from Michelle’s pantry with a complete salami held aloft above his head.

‘A salami fuck?’ Sarah laughed.

‘A willing and juicy girl is fucked with a nice fat Italian salami, like this one in my hand, once she’s nicely ready and excited. Usually, someone’s using a Hitachi Magic Wand on her labia and clit while the salami’s being slid to and fro inside her. Then, once she’s come at least once, and preferably twice or more, the salami is pulled out of her cunt and immediately presented to her mouth. She then nibbles it delicately while it’s still glistening wet and fragrant with her lovely fresh cunt juices.’

‘Gosh, straight from her cunt to her mouth while it’s still wet and glistening! What a spiffing idea! Are you going to shove it into my vagina, Jeff? Would you really do that to an innocent young girl like me?’

‘It’s my salami and I bloody want to be fucked with it first, Sarah!’ said Michelle sharply.

‘Right. Sarah can hold the salami and do the honours,’ said Jeff, passing the salami to Sarah’s outstretched hand. ‘Michelle, Sarah’s needs you on knees and elbows with your pussy wide open!’

‘Literally playing hide the sausage,’ giggled Sarah. ‘Now, I’ll lick the first inch or two of the salami, like so and very gently part Michelle’s labia with my delicate fingertips et voila, in it goes, like so …!’

‘Oh, God! It’s fat! Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx’

A nice little widthways stretching for you, Michelle,’ yelled Sarah, thoroughly enjoying helselfxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘Be merciful to poor Michelle, Mistress Sarah’ yelped Gavin, entering into the spirit of the occasion.

Oh, how I relish these dominant roles, these bossy role-plays, this make-believe cruelty!

‘You know, you two boys could teach Sarah something I bet she’d really love to know how to do, couldn’t you?’

‘Teach her what?’ squealed Jeff.

‘How to suck a prick really well. I mean, how to do that absolutely amazing Linda Lovelace trick, deep-throating,’ Michelle playfully, winking significantly at Sarah as she spoke.

‘Well, it’s easiest with a snipped cock. You know, a circumcised cock like Gavin’s,’ said Jeff, kneeling between Gavin’s outspread legs.

‘Go on, Jeff. Tell me more,’ said Sarah, quite fascinated all by this. She drained her glass and joined the two naked men.

‘I’ll do better than that; I’ll tell you how to do it, step by step. Come here and hold Gavin’s prick, Sarah.’

‘Right, Jeff. Gavin’s cock is in my hand and I’m under starter’s orders!’ Sarah grinned up into Gavin’s face, pleasurably surprised to see that he was so relaxed that his eyes were half-shut.

‘Lick all around the head of his prick, the glans, and the shaft, too, until your saliva is mixed with the precum fluid and the secretions from the part of the shaft just under the head’.

Yes, I’ve got that job done nicely enough and this fellow’s dickie is a big as it’s going to get. Now what do I do?

‘Suck a little more of his cock into your mouth each time you go down, Sarah,’ urged Jeff.

‘Mmm!’ gurgled Sarah in response, trying her very best not to gag or choke.

‘Make sure your tongue’s all the way forward under his prick. Look, let me show you how!’ concluded Jeff helpfully, taking Gavin’s erect penis into his own mouth the moment Sarah reluctantly relinquished it.

Sarah watched, wide-eyed in admiration, as Jeff’s mouth appeared to engulf the entirety of Gavin’s erection with effortless ease.

That looks amazing! Like a sword-swallower in a circus or at the fairground! I can’t possibly swallow Gavin’s prick like Jeff does it, I’m sure. Still, I’ll try my very best; one never knows what one can do until one has tried, does one?

‘Ready? Ready now? Now you try doing it,’ said Jeff, detaching his mouth from Gavin’s penis and smiling encouragingly at Sarah.

Emboldened by such patient tutelage, Sarah took Gavin’s glistening member into her mouth once more and persevered, imitating Jeff’s technique as best she could.

‘That’s it, Sarah. Now, listen, when you get to the moment where you feel the head of Gavin’s cock at the back of your mouth, pretend that you’re swallowing a mouthful of food and try your best to time this so that you gulp and welcome it inside at the very moment the head of his cock reaches your throat.’

‘Mmm … Mmm … Mmm!’ Sarah gurgled, concentrating on the task in hand and mouth and quite incapable of comprehensible speech.

‘That’s it, Sarah!’ Jeff said quickly. ‘Yes, you’ve got it! Let the head of his prick go a little bit further back each time and then, bingo! Before you realise it, the cock slips past the gag reflex sensor and slide all the way down. Now that Gavin’s prick has entered your throat, stop swallowing. Breathe deeply through your nose and relax.

Oh, this is marvellous beyond words, it really is! I’m really doing it! I’m deep-throating Gavin’s cock! I can do it, I really can!

Now, if you can manage to flex your throat muscles just a little, you’ll make him shoot his spunk right down your throat, like he does when I’m sucking his cock.’

Oh God, yes! Yes! he’s coming in my throat, right in my throat, this very second. I can feel his cock swelling and, yes, here it is!

With a prolonged low moan, Gavin ejaculated his semen into Sarah’s throat, his bare legs trembling convulsively as he did so.

‘You see how easy it was after all, Sarah,’ concluded Jeff with a note of triumph in his voice.

‘Christ, yes!’ said Sarah after a final gulp. ‘I’m sure I could manage a thorough deep-throating session daily and twice on Sundays!’

‘Well, after that I really think Sarah could give lessons to all of us!’ trilled Gavin as he leaned forward to caress Sarah’s neck and shoulders. ‘She’s got real zest and charisma. In fact, Sarah’s the sort of girl who could turn the queerest queer straight in a matter of weeks!’

‘Oh, you insincere flatterer, I bet you say that to all the girls! Still, I have no doubt that I could stoop to a little bumsex in extremis, if the situation really required it, Gavin,’ giggled Sarah as she hugged him demonstratively and blew an impulsive yet heartfelt kiss in Michelle’s direction.

5. GROUP SEX AND THE CAT

‘James and Nadia have got a whole set of cats o’nine tails, the lucky things, and tawses, too!’

‘What on earth are you talking about, Vicky?

‘I’d have thought you’d heard the term before, Sarah. Cats o’nine tails are like whips with lots of ends. Like flails for thrashing corn in the Middle Ages’.

‘And tawses?’

‘They were used for chastising children in Scottish schools until well within living memory. You can still get them from lots of places. They’re made for very different users these days, mind you’.

‘Being beaten with a tawse or a cat o’nine tails? It sounds like something in a convict settlement in Sakhalin in Chekhov’s day. Vile and indescribably horrid!’

‘Heavens, no! Far from it so long as everyone understands that it’s all a game. It’s thoroughly enjoyable under the right circumstances, darling. Quite stimulating and lovely, if done well. A terrific experience to give a woman, really!’

‘Wasn’t it Oscar Wilde who said “Never give a woman anything she can’t wear in the evening”?’ asked Sarah with a chuckle.

‘Oscar bloody Wilde and Lord Alfred Douglas and his telegraph boys and his silly damnable “feasting with panthers” indeed!’ snorted Vicky. ‘That flamboyant and self-aggrandizing ass queered the pitch for everyone. After Oscar Wilde’s downfall, a pall of repressed introversion settled over the English for two generations or more. A little discretion goes a jolly long way’.

‘What’s ahead tonight?’ enquired Sarah, changing the subject. She had come to dislike Vicky’s emotional tirades, mercifully infrequent though they were.

‘Ah, yes. Tonight. I want you to do your very best and be a credit to my training, darling. With luck, you’ll achieve a triumphant éclat tonight. I know you’ve got it in you if you put your back into it. I’ve brought the Sony Handycam and lots of spare batteries and film as well as our satin masks’.

Put my back into it? You bet! Not just my back, Vicky. I’ll put everything I’ve got into it. I won’t let you down, my adored love.

‘Have you been here before? To this house in Twickenham, I mean?’

‘Oh, yes, I certainly have, Sarah. I came here with my sister on a dare a year ago. We came here to be feather-trained. And trained in using a feather myself’

‘Feather-trained? What on earth does that mean, Vicky?’

‘It’s when a girl or woman has a long feather, like a pheasant feather, gently tickling her nipples, abdomen, inner thighs, clitoris and labia, Sarah. It irritates, tantalizes and stimulates all at the same time. It’s infuriating and delectable at one and the same time, believe me.’

‘It sounds tremendous fun, in a perverse way. Tell me what we’re going to do today. I confess to feeling just a teeny bit apprehensive in spite of what I’ve been up to recently with you’.

‘This is simply a sort of theatrical performance, you know. It’ll be fun. I promise you.’

‘No pain? Well, no real pain?’

‘Nothing horrid. I promise. Just a rehearsal for a sort of Commedia della Arte to be staged later, you understand? Happy and guilt-free playtime pure and simple, trust me’.

Sarah laughed cheerily at the prospect.

Simple enough but hardly pure in the eyes of many!

Once at the Victorian house in Twickenham, introductions were briefly effected over glasses of burgundy. James Roebuck was a man in his forties and his olive-skinned Lebanese wife, Nadia, was effusively cheerful. Susan Grant, a tall, quiet and big-breasted girl in Aran sweater and jeans, was in charge of video and still photography. So James and Sarah were to be the cast and Vicky and big-bosomed Nadia to be the tiny audience, Sarah realised. She was simultaneously disappointed and relieved. A pity, she thought, that they were to be so few to watch and yet she felt immense relief that this first effort was to have so sympathetic an audience.

‘Sarah is already bathed and glowing clean,’ announced Vicky. She won’t require an assisted soapy shower, Nadia. I do rather hate to disappoint you, because I know how much you like being a mistress of the bath-chamber with new girls’.

Nadia pouted petulantly, then smiled and laughed prettily.

‘Zut alors! One is obliged to learn to accept such bitter disappointments with stoic resignation, no? Still, there’s plenty of time for me to get to know this lovely young red-haired charmer, isn’t there? Now, put on your masks, everyone!’

‘Undress and kneel, Sarah’, James Roebuck commanded briskly, after leading the small party into the airy drawing room overlooking the Thames. Sarah glanced around while hastily disrobing. An equestrian picture by Munnings and what appeared to be an early Hockney graced the walls, along with several Chinese scroll paintings.

Culture and depravity seem to go together in this sort of social milieu. How very agreeable and tasteful!

Naked but masked, Sarah knelt before a masked James Roebuck, her bottom resting on her heels, her hands on her parted knees. She was looking down, as though overcome by shyness, he back straight and her nipples, engorged with the excitement of anticipation, displayed to her host’s admiring gaze.

Odd how my cunt gets so sopping wet and my nipples swell up with anticipation, even though the only thing to have happened so far is for me to have obeyed the instruction to undress and assume this supplicant pose.

Sarah felt confident. Catching a glance of herself reflected in the long tailor’s mirror she was reassured that she looked tantalising enough; for some time she had wondered whether she could will herself to be submissive under circumstances which did not require direct sexual stimuli. She chuckled to herself, sure that she was willing to obey whether she derived immediate pleasure or not.

Come on! Hurry up! Let the action unfold, James.

James Roebuck snapped his fingers imperiously and Sarah eased herself forwards on her knees, coming to rest between the man’s parted legs. James Roebuck leaned forward, a studded collar in his hand. This small ritual of formally asking for her trust and obedience in front of a small but fascinated audience was rich with promise, thought Sarah.

Go on, James. I’m beginning to get just a trifle impatient. This is most enjoyable so far but I want to speed things up a bit, really I do.

James relished the way Sarah looked up at him so boldly, no fear or misgivings in her brown eyes. Her long red hair cascaded over her cream-hued naked shoulders and her nipples, he noted with a thrilling shudder of pleasure, were engorged and erect.

Her graceful bending forward to accept the clasping of the collar around her throat was briskly done. Then he bent and kissed her on the lips, his hand holding her gently by the collar.

Without James having to confirm that it was so, Sarah’s temporary master knew that her training and self-disciplining had progressed to the point where he felt certain that she was already moistening for him. He smiled as he straightened up, knowing that her pleasure would be postponed. Sarah sank back on her heels, perfectly poised and positioned once again, still close to him. He reached out and stoked her lustrous red hair as he spoke softly to her.

‘Sarah, are you ready to extend your boundaries? Are you ready to accept discipline?’

Sarah nodded in mute acquiescence, heroically stifling a vulgar snigger.

‘Yes, I hear that you have progressed a great deal in a very short time’.

Sarah glanced towards Vicky, who sat as rigidly as any character in a Japanese Noh play. James’ wife, Sarah noted, was coolly lounging as though watching a dull cricket match completed its final over. So this was the improvised rehearsal for the Commedia she had been promised earlier, two jaded suburban housewives watching amateur theatricals with a mild sado-masochistic theme.

Sarah felt that a gesture of token humility was called for and bowed her head subserviently, her eyes closed in another gesture of submission.

A ritual with all that a ritual entails. Yes, I can see myself becoming rather good at this. Is this all there is to be to it?

‘Whatever you command me to do, I’ll obey willingly, James,’ Sarah whispered, barely audibly.

‘Good. You must address me as Master James, please, Sarah!’

‘I’ll obey you willingly, Master James. Please don’t be cruel to me’.

‘I will not be easy on you, Sarah. You are ready now and, as your Master, I require complete submission and obedience from you. Will you obey me?’

He took her chin in her hand, lifting her face.

‘Yes, Master James. I’ll obey you willingly. Tell me how to please you, Master James.’

James instructed Sarah to assume the position she would be required to adopt if punishment were required, so that she would know exactly what was required of her.
She turned away from him, lowering first her cheek, then her breasts, to the Tabrizi rug covering the drawing-room floor. Her legs were slightly parted and James tapped her heels with his naked foot, telling her to spread herself further.

‘No secrets please, Sarah. Reveal yourself in all your perfect beauty. You’re lovely; quite a credit to your sex, you really are!’

Ah, such genteel flattery! One could become accustomed to this very easily. Very, very easily, I should imagine.

James ran a finger from the top of Sarah’s buttocks down to the flame-red curls adorning her pubis. For a fraction of a second the tip of a cool masculine finger lingered at her anus; Sarah quivered with excitement and pleasurable anticipation, but no further touch came.

‘On all fours now, Sarah, get your knees up off the floor. Now we can begin’.

James attached a long plaited leash to Sarah’s collar. Picking up a riding-crop, hitherto concealed behind a cushion, he informed Sarah that her leash training was about to begin. As nimbly as she could manage, Sarah followed James as he took two paces towards the centre of the room.

‘Good. Now I want you to follow me faster as I walk. Do you understand, Sarah?’

‘Yes, Master James, I understand. I’ll do whatever you want, Master James’.

Led by James, Sarah trotted awkwardly around the room on all fours, well aware how risible a spectacle she must appear.

Trotting round like a prize-winning hound at Crufts! Nadia can see my cunt, moist by now, and she can probably see right into my bumhole, too, and we’ve barely been introduced! Quite a degree of intimacy on so very brief an acquaintanceship. She’s quite a looker; I wonder what her cunt’s like. Is she hairy like my darling Vicky or shaven clean? Either way, I’d rather like to lick her. Oh, yes I would. I wonder whether she fancies me. Does she want to kiss me and hug me and lick me right now?

James’ wife Nadia crossed her legs, a burning desire to embrace Sarah and passionately lick her vagina and clitoris filling her imagination. She licked her lips thoughtfully, wondering whether Sarah could read her mind.

Then, to Sarah’s surprise, the crop in James’ hand fell lightly on her buttocks. Twice.

‘You will need to move faster than that, Sarah. Please your Master. Trot faster!’

‘Yes, Master James,’ Sarah responded, increasing her pace as she did so.

As though acting the role of a circus ringmaster, James stayed in the centre of the room, turning on his heels as Sarah circled around him, audibly panting with the effort.

Yes. Make me run and sweat. I can scamper along like a good doggie in front of these two women. They’re looking at my body, I know they are! Make me run faster, Master James. Go on, humiliate me just a little. I know I’ll enjoy it!

Hardly glimpsed by perspiring Sarah, Nadia leaned over and whispered into Vicky’s ear and Vicky giggled aloud and nodded enthusiastically. Nadia stood up and began to undress slowly. Vicky jumped to her feet and helped her.

She’s naked and she’s going to join in. Christ, just fucking look at her! She’s got ripely swollen tits with big brown nipples and a big beautiful furry cunt! Will she let me lick her out? Oh, I do so want to lick her out and make her achieve orgasm with my tongue!

Sarah stopped where she was and looked up at Nadia expectantly.

‘Obey my husband’s commands, girl! Nobody told you to stop, you lazy little bitch!’ snapped Nadia sternly.

Sarah gulped and turned her face away.

‘Hit her backside, James! You know how I detest lazy and disobedient girls!’

James flicked Sarah’s buttocks casually and Sarah cantered in a circle around him once more.

‘Faster, you indolent girl!’ snapped Nadia. ‘Faster!’

James Roebuck flicked Sarah’s buttocks again. This time it was a harder blow, one likely to leave a visible mark, and Sarah winced.

‘Make her trot faster. I want you to make her sweat, James! You know how I like a young girl to be hot and sweaty for me! ’ Nadia ordered her husband.

‘Sarah can go faster, you know, James,’ said Vicky without the slightest flicker of a smile. ‘Make her show us what she can do, the idle little trollop’.

Sarah broke into a trot, then an ungainly gallop.

Oh, this is so awfully humiliating but so peculiarly and inexplicably exciting, too! I can see how people really get into this sort of stuff.

‘Hit her, James! Really hit her! Make the little bitch howl!’ cried Vicky. Sarah could hardly believe her ears on hearing this. This was Vicky, her dearest friend, husband-sharer and sweet lesbian lover! Incredulous, she glanced up in Vicky’s direction and was rewarded with an unmistakable wink.

It’s still all a game, thank goodness. They won’t hurt me really, will they? Will they?

‘Whip her bum, James! I want to hear her howl!’ demanded Nadia imperiously. Sarah, still cantering in a circle as best she could, looked up and saw that Nadia was standing with her legs apart. One of her exquisitely-manicured hands was caressing her nipples, the other was stroking her visibly engorged clitoris.

Then a rain of rapid blows fell on Sarah’s buttocks and Sarah obligingly howled.

‘Enough! Stop it! You’re hurting my arse!’

‘Shut up, you insolent little bitch!’ snapped Nadia. ‘Hit her again, James. Make her cry. I want to see tears. Real tears!’

Sarah began to sniff back her tears as she trotted around James Roebuck in a circle.

‘Faster, Sarah!’ ordered James. The riding crop hit Sarah’s buttocks twice, sharply.

‘Just another six or so, James!’ said Vicky quietly. Sarah, her eyes brimming, looked up gratefully and saw that Vicky, too, was fingering herself, her dress bunched to her waist and her right hand busy inside her silk drawers. More blows fell and Sarah counted them. Six swipes. Then two more. Then nothing further.

‘Stop trotting, Sarah!’ ordered James, ‘Bow your head and spread your thighs’.

Panting, Sarah stopped and waited, her eyes obediently downcast.

God, I feel so hot. I want a cock in me this second. Oh yes, I want some loving, I really do. Even Vicky’s strap-on would be more than welcome right now.

‘The handle, James. She’s ready for it now! Put it in her, James!’ It was Nadia’s voice

Sarah, still gasping for breath, braced herself, her heart pounding.

Grinning at his naked wife as she masturbated, James Roebuck turned the riding crop in his hands and licked and sucked the slick black leather handle until he judged it sufficiently wet.

‘Ready, Sarah?’ the quiet male voice enquired evenly.

‘Very ready!’ Sarah gasped, practically beside herself with excitement and impatience.

‘Here it comes!’

With that, he eased the glistening leather handle into Sarah’s moist vagina, turning it very slightly in his hand as he did so. To her great surprise, Sarah felt her body respond immediately and she squealed aloud in ecstasy.

Oh Jesus, I’m coming! Coming! Fuck me with that riding-crop handle, James, you disgusting, filthy, lovely pervert!

Then Sarah, almost sobbing in her excitement, was suddenly aware that Nadia was kneeling at her head and lifting her by the chin. The Lebanese woman kissed her on the lips passionately and reached under Sarah’s abdomen to reach, and caress, the young woman’s engorged labia and clitoris.

‘Ooh! Nadia! Nadia! Nadia!’ moaned Sarah incoherently, gasping for breath.

‘Quite a sight, darling!’ Vicky’s coolly amused voice seemed to be coming from a very long way away. ‘James is fucking your pussy with a riding-crop handle and Nadia’s playing with your clit. Relax, my precious. They’ll treat you nicely, I promise!’

Oh, they are treating me very nicely! They really are! This is simply glorious fun!

‘I want you to lick my big hairy cunt now, pretty Sarah!’ commanded Nadia, collapsing onto the carpet and spreading her legs wide in front of Sarah’s face.

Oh, this is so tremendously wonderful and thrilling. Rather like a bizarre dream come true!

Sarah glanced quickly up at Vicky and their eyes met. Predictably, Vicky was grinning from ear to ear.

‘Yes, darling, do it right now, this instant. Go ahead, Sarah, lick her! Lick Nadia’s lovely cunt, my love. Lick her like you lick me, Sarah. Make the bitch see stars with your lovely tongue, my sweet!’

Sarah obeyed with alacrity, lurching forward on her elbows until her open mouth clamped on Nadia’s pouting and glistening sex.

‘Oh, Sarah, you darling! Lick me! Lick me!’ squealed Nadia, writhing ecstatically.

Vicky rearranged her dress until a semblance of decorum had been restored and stood up. With an amused giggle on her lips, she walked over to James Roebuck, kissed him wetly while her fingers sought the zip on the fly of his corduroy trousers.

‘I rather think it’s time for your very well-deserved reward, circus ringmaster,’ Vicky whispered aloud. ‘Here, let me pull down your trousers and we’ll soon see if Sarah rather prefers your throbbing cock to the black leather handle of a riding-crop, shall we?’

Suiting her actions to her words, Vicky dropped to her knees and tugged James’ trousers and underpants down to his ankles.

‘There, skin a rabbit, James! Step out of your togs and slippers and we’ll pop this nice dickie into a lovely tight little russet-fringed pussy, shall we? Oh, yes we will, won’t we? Nice and stiff James! Very impressive, but not quite so stiff that a teeny suckie for a minute or two would do your cock any harm. Oh, yes. A nice little suckie for a nice pretty dickie!’

So saying, Vicky commenced to fellate James Roebuck with graceful aplomb, taking as much of his rapidly-stiffening penis into her skilled and well-experienced mouth as she could.

‘Christ, Vicky, you suck like an angel sent down from Heaven, you sweet lady. You’re an adorable and quite angelic fellatrice, you lovely Vicky Seddon!’ breathed James, visibly awed.

Laughing with merry delight at hearing so effusive a compliment paid to her, Vicky detached her mouth and playfully slapped the now fully-tumescent member bobbing in front of her face.

‘Oh, yes, James. Your cock’s quite stiff enough now, my dear virile man. Here, I’ll guide this fine erect dickie into Sarah’s pretty cunt. She loves a stiffie inside her, James’

Kneeling, swiveling her torso adroitly and tugging briskly but gently James by his penis with one hand, Vicky reached out and pulled the riding-crop handle from its secure place of lodgement in Sarah’s vagina with the other, eliciting a low moan of the briefest disappointment and, delighted with her own dexterity, effected the desired conjunction.

‘There! Lovely, now you’re right inside Sarah’s puss, James; all you have to do is fuck her nicely and reach around her hips to play with her clit. Yes, that’s it, James, you very nice man! Super! I’ve got something to occupy me, too. Milking the cow.’ With that, Vicky guffawed loudly, lay on her back and wriggled underneath Sarah so that her mouth came into immediate contact with the younger woman’s breasts.

Oh, God! I’m getting my nipples sucked by Vicky while a man’s fucking me from behind and I’m licking his wicked wife’s furry wet pussy! Blissikins! Absolute blissikins!

Twenty minutes later, panting, contentedly post-orgasmic and naked next to an equally unclad Nadia on the sofa, slowly sipping chilled Southern Comfort and lemonade, Sarah managed to regain her breath. Soon three other people arrived and appropriate introductions were effected. Sarah, sweatily naked but quite unembarrassed after so thrilling an erotic episode, stood and shook hands. The newcomers were Roger Ward, a Yorkshireman, his quite alarmingly slender fiancée, Philomena Moriarty from Cork, and a beaming American woman of impressively Junoesque proportions, Dana Alice Walker. Brusquely ignoring the others present, Dana kissed Sarah wetly, reaching out to caress her naked buttocks with plump and obviously experienced hands.

‘Goddamit but you’re one hot little number, Sarah! I can tell we’ll be real pals! Tell me, do you like cunnilingus? I mean, you kind of look, uh, like a cunning linguist to me. Tell me, do you like spanking? You can slap my ass anytime. Would you like to beat my fat derrière?’

‘Your Londonderry Air, Dana?’ sniggered Sarah. ‘Oh, yes, I’d like to whip your cream and beat your meat!’

Christ, the sheer fucking size of this shameless American woman! How on earth do men fuck her? I mean, how do they actually do it? Do they roll her in flour and look for the wet spot?

‘Well, Sarah? How about it? Are we gonna be snugglepups together?’

Sarah beamed at Alice Dana Walker, enchanted by the woman’s turn of phrase.

‘Sure, whenever, wherever and whoever. “Clits licked to order!” that’s my motto, Dana!’

If I can manage to get my head between your fat thighs to lick your fragrant cunt, you voluptuous Willendorfian Venus, Dana!

Evidently pleased by Sarah’s reaction, Dana slid a plump and emerald-ringed hand between reddening Sarah’s thighs and touched the younger woman’s moistness. With a sudden and quite astonished gasp, Sarah was aware that she had squirted over Dana’s questing hand. Triumphant, Dana grinned hugely and kissed Sarah’s lips before licking her wetted and glistening hand demonstratively.

Oh God, this plump Midwestern sow bloody knows how to get a girl hot and horny! Sapphic sex with a big piece of meat like her is going to be a real revelation.

A little embarrassed by the warmth of her involuntary response to Dana’s bold advances, Sarah smiled politely and stepped backwards two paces. Meanwhile, like a carnivore scenting prey on the Serengeti breeze, Philomena Moriarty had sidled closer and was, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, kissing Sarah’s neck with undisguised lust in her emerald-green eyes. She was murmuring in Sarah’s ear, too.

‘Sarah McTiernan? A family name from the County Leitrim in the province of Connaught, did you know that? You even look the part, with your pale skin and your freckles and this simply marvellous mane of red hair. Listen to me, Sarah, I want to whisper to you’.

Philomena drew Sarah away from the group and whispered into her ear.

‘Call me Phil. I’d like to share a nice sexy romp with you and my fiancé, lovely Sarah McTiernan. Tell me, do you like making love to a man and a woman at the same time?’

Sarah nodded, biting her tongue to prevent herself from laughing aloud. Had Philomena Moriarty only been present a scant quarter-hour earlier the question would have been answered by the evidence of her own eyes.

Would I like licking out a slim attractive temptress like this lovely Irishwoman while being gently fucked from behind by a nice man like her fiancé? Do I like sucking a lovely stiff prick while a gentle and considerate woman pleasures me with her experienced and agile tongue? Is sugar sweet? Is ice cold? I’d certainly like to, but I really ought to ask Vicky’s opinion before I agree to anything, oughtn’t I? Vicky’s my hostess, lover and guide, isn’t she?

‘I’d rather like to do that, Phil, but I have other, well, other friendships and commitments, you know!’ Sarah managed to say, her eyes downcast. Would Vicky approve of her getting together with Philomena Moriarty and Roger Ward?

Oh, this skinny Philomena Moriarty is a woman I want to get to know! I want to shove all my fingers inside her pussy until she squeals aloud with pain and pleasure and pleads piteously for mercy! I want to see her cunt open up like a flower on a day of warm soft rain and hear her beg for my tongue inside her.

Philomena laughed and embraced Sarah warmly.

‘Oh, Vicky and Donald won’t be too upset if I try seducing you, believe me, my sweet. Listen, we could make up a very enjoyable fivesome or moresome sometime in the near future, if you’d like the idea and I rather think you would like the idea. It would be ever so amusing and I’m quite, quite sure you’d enjoy it, Sarah. Listen, Vicky and I have goaded Donald and Roger into sucking one another’s cocks to amuse and excite us quite a few times. I think you could say that we’re very good friends by now, Sarah.’

Then Roger spoke, his arms around a willing Vicky and a still more willing Nadia.

‘James, you’re the master of ceremonies on these delightful occasions, these agreeably select soirées, aren’t you? Tonight is a dress rehearsal for a grand Commedia, I believe. Am I right? Yes? So tell us what to do, James’.

Sarah, perched naked on the arm of the immense green-upholstered sofa, giggled, enjoying herself immensely.

Amuse us! Strip Alice Dana Walker, why don’t you? Roll her in flour and look for the wet spot! Smack her until she howls! Torment her until she begs for mercy!

‘Right, stand up everyone. I want you to strip Alice Dana Walker!’ commanded James, as though he had been reading Sarah’s mind. Everyone jumped to their feet and pounced on Alice Dana Walker. The American woman squealed extravagantly in mock-panic as her large garments were pulled briskly from her, revealing a triangle of pubic curls of impressive size under a voluptuously ample belly. More of a surprise to Sarah were Dana’s large breasts, because Dana had never seen such big breasts.

‘Impressed, Vicky?’ whispered Philomena Moriarty. ‘You should be. Dana’s quite a sight in the buff, isn’t she? Look at her tits; they’re each the size of my fucking skull, for Christ’s sake!’

Sarah glanced from Dana’s vast mammaries to Philomena’s head and snorted with mirth. If Philomena had exaggerated, it was not by much.

‘Philomena! Sarah! Let’s have some sexy action now. I want you to suck Dana’s nipples like nursing puppies. Pretend you’ve got an audience. A real audience of horny voyeurs and voyeuses, I mean. Let’s hear some loud slurping to amuse the degenerates! I want some raunchy vulgarity. Do it, you two. Hold her hands, too.’

Barely able to contain their merriment, Sarah and Philomena Moriarty each gripped one of Dana’s plump and beringed hands and clamped their mouths onto Dana’s large nipples and began sucking noisily.

‘Oh My God All-fucking-Mighty!’ gasped Dana. ‘I feel like an Earth Mama giving suck to her whelps. Do you like my All Day Suckers?’

‘Ready, Nadia? Smack Dana’s big fat arse with the riding crop!’ ordered James. ‘Hit her hard! Make her howl! I like to hear big girls cry!’

Wasn’t that in a song she could vaguely remember, wondered Sarah. Wasn’t there a connection with the composer Vivaldi, too?

Big girls don’t cry!

This one certainly did. After a dozen ferociously adroit swipes with the riding crop on her trembling, and fast-reddening, buttocks, Dana was blubbering as though her heart would break. Sarah, still industriously suckling a plump nipple, her head next to Philomena Moriarty’s, felt a sudden pang of sympathy for the fat young American.

‘No pity, Nadia, my adored sadistic angel! Show her no mercy at all! Six slashes more!’ insisted James, his arms callously folded as he watched his naked wife hit the American woman’s quivering buttocks with the riding crop.

How many people buy riding-crops for sexy play? Hundreds or maybe thousands?

‘Stop, Nadia!’ commanded James. ‘Sarah, Philomena! Look carefully at Dana’s backside. Is there any space for a little more horizontal decoration on Dana’s splendid derrière, do you think?’

Dana burst into loud sobbing wails on hearing this question asked so calmly and dispassionately.

‘No! No more, please! I know I’m fat and silly but I don’t deserve this sort of cruelty, really I don’t!’

‘I think Nadia could get two or three stripes here, if she’s fairly careful,’ said Philomena, callously slapping an as-yet unmarked portion of Dana’s posterior.

‘She could manage to inflict a couple here, too,’ sniggered Sarah, indicating an area of lower buttock with a finger. She grinned up at James and his wife, unselfconsciously aware that she was enjoying herself enormously. James and his wife grinned back at her, knowing that they were in the presence of a kindred spirit.

‘Four or five stripes more on her big rump, Nadia! Hit her! Be brave, Dana, it’ll soon be all over!’

There were five more blows and Dana howled extravagantly as each sank into her ample flesh, leaving a scarlet kiss.

‘Well! Well! Big girls do cry!’ exclaimed Nadia, throwing the riding crop aside as she finished. ‘My God, I feel hot and horny after chastising Dana! James, shall I lash my strap-on into place and bend her over the back of the sofa and fuck her?’

‘That would be fun for us to watch, Nadia. Is Dana’s cunt flowing copiously, Sarah?’ enquired Vicky with a merry laugh.

Sarah soon found out.

‘God, yes! Her cunt’s practically afloat! Gushing like a geyser, in fact!’

‘Don’t dildo her yet! I want to fist her! Let me fist the fattie!’ squealed Philomena Moriarty, her eyes ablaze.

With that bold declaration, Philomena seized Dana by the hair and pushed her forwards so that she was bent over the padded arm of the sofa, her face in Roger Ward’s lap.

‘Now Dana can suck Roger’s prick while she’s being fisted by Philomena!’ yelled Sarah, thrilled by the incongruity of the scene. Obligingly, Roger peeled his trousers and underpants down his thighs and Dana, her face scarlet and tear-stained after her beating, opened her mouth as though ravenous.

‘Hungry for cock again, Dana?’ laughed Roger. The reply was muffled and incomprehensible, for Dana’s mouth and throat were fully occupied in fellatio.

Vicky sidled close to Sarah and embraced her affectionately.

‘Watch what Philomena does now, darling. She can fist a cunt or bum like nobody else I’ve ever met!’

Philomena’s forearm became a furious piston, then a blur. Dana raised her head and howled with satiated lust

Fist her harder! Harder!

I’m coming! Spending! I’m there! No more! Please, no more!’

‘Stop, Philomena,’ said James with quiet authority. ‘I want you to do something else.’

Disappointed, Philomena stopped, withdrew her wet fist and slapped Dana’s rump.

‘Another half-minute of my fastest fisting and she’d have fainted,’ said Philomena in a sulky tone.

‘I rather think that James want you to do something rather special, Philomena,’ said Nadia, embacing Philomena ………

‘Yes, I do. Is it true that you can do something amazingly clever, even more amazing than your skill in fisting, Philomena?’ asked James.

‘Maybe. What did you have in mind?’ responded Philomena, her mood brightening.

‘Well, if a man, me, for example, were to …’

Philomena beamed, realising now why James had stopped her stimulating Dana until the point where the American woman was liable to swoon away.

‘Aha! Gotcha! If you were to bugger Dana’s arsehole, could I slide my slender hand into her coozie and wank you off through the membrane between her vagina and her rear passage? Is that what you wanted to know?’

‘Yes, exactly. Can you really do that, Philomena?’

‘Sure I can. It’s a neat party trick I learned in the blue movie trade in Copenhagen years ago. Right, Dana, lie on your side and put one leg up in the air. Sarah, put Dana’s foot on your shoulder and hold it there.

Susan Grant moved closer with the video camera

‘That’s it, James, push your cock right up her bum. A little more, that’s it.’

‘James, you’re in me! Your cock’s in my ass,’ Dana moaned.

Philomena lay beside Dara, a lean greyhound beside a beached whale

‘Watch this, Sarah,’ said Philomena. ‘This is a filthy trick, but great fun!’

Dana moaned and shivered as Philomena’s hand disappeared into her vagina

‘James, my dear!’ squealed Philomena in triumph. ‘I’ve got a grip on your dickie, my dear! Can you feel me squeezing you?’

‘Can I feel your hand on my cock, Philomena? Can’t I just! I can feel every finger! Wank me harder, Philomena, it’s gorgeous!’ moaned James.

‘Oh Christ, this feels obscene!’ wailed Dana. ‘You’re using my body like a toy!’

‘Shut up, fatso, or I’ll give you a dozen good smacks with the riding crop! Hard ones, too!’ snarled Vicky, kneeling beside the conjoined trio the better to watch.

‘Now what I do is to grip James’s penis through the membrane and wank the shaft. He’s in her bum, which is tight to begin with and in a few moments …’

‘Oh, I’m coming, I’m coming now!’ moaned James, helpless to control his passions and thus to prolongue the exquisite sensation.

Xxxxxxxxx

He pulled his softening penis from Dana’s anus with a barely audible “plop”

Then the unexpected happened. Susan Grant, the tall girl with the video, camera hastily passed it to Nadia, with whispered instructions to continue filming.

She knelt, pulled Dana’s fat buttocks asunder and applied her mouth to Dana’s reddened anus with feline grace, licking up James’s semen with quick strokes of her tongue. As though emboldened by the rapt attention of her watchers, she thrust her tongue as far into Dana’s rectum as it would go.

Sarah watched in mute astonishment, open-mouthed.

‘Well, Susan?’ asked Nadia.

‘At last! I’ve done it! I’ve felched at long last. I’ve felched you, Dana Walker!’

She paused and looked at Sarah’s face, a mask of puzzled incomprehension.

‘Felching, licking a man’s semen out of a buggered and well-spunked bumhole! I’ve heard about it and read about it and at long last I’ve had a chance to try it for myself,’ explained Susan with a shy but triumphant smile. ‘Fucking tasty, too!’

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘Fancy a Turkish roll, Roger?’ asked James.

‘No. I want to bonk the American broad’s big hairy cunt for a while and then maybe I’ll finish spunking in her fat arse,’ said Roger Ward.

‘Well, I certainly want a Turkish roll as soon as I’ve got my breath back!’ declared James emphatically.

‘What’s a Turkish roll?’ asked Sarah, puzzled because she’d never heard the term before.

‘A Turkish roll is fucking a woman between her tits. With tits the size of Dana’s, you can really, really feel just how nice the sensation is, too!’ grunted James. ‘If she’s sweaty, like Dana is now, the film of sweat provides lovely lubrication. Fat girls tend to be sweaty, just like their cunts tend to be lubriciously juicy’.

‘Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sarah, your suggestions, please.’

‘You’re asking me? Me? What would I suggest by way of playful entertainment? Let me think! Aha, perhaps just a little genteel group sex and a few playful flicks of the cat o’nine tails. Let’s tease Dana some more first. Are you ticklish, Dana?’

Dana squealed piteously in reply. ‘Oh no! No more!xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx’

XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTickle her with the pheasant feathers, you two!’

‘He’s not a pheasant plucker, he’s the pheasant plucker’s son, and he’s busy plucking pleasants ‘til the pheasant plucker comes’, chortled Jamess Roebuck.

‘Oh, dear. I’m just a little too soft in the torpedo department this minute for a Turkish roll.’

Sarah glanced at Dana. The American was fully equal to the occasion.

‘Bullshit!’ Dana seized James’s soft penis dexterously ‘Now I’ll show you what this fat broad is good for; I can get this cock up and flying in three minutes max. One hundred and eighty seconds. Just watch me!’ said Dana with determination

Dana, Roger and James went off to shower, giggling like hashish smokers.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxx Doesn’t anyone feel just a little guilty or remorseful

Why?

‘You know, Vicky. I feel that Dana was just a little cruelly ill-treated, though,’ said Sarah, just the slightest hint of remorse in her voice. ‘I mean, the poor thing was crying piteously while Nadia was belabouring her bottom and Phil and I held her in place. Then we did all that pervy stuff with the poor thing’s pussy and bum, too’.

‘Oh, stuff and nonsense. Don’t feel sorry for Dana, she loved every second of it all; Dana’s almost a textbook sufferer from R.W.G.S., Rich White Girl Syndrome. She’s a voluptuary and very willing victim if there ever was one.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘In this life it’s who you know and who you blow,’ laughed Dana when she returned..

‘I’d like to get to know you better, Sarah. Somehow I feel we’re kindred souls, you and I.’

‘Because we both like amusing pervy stuff, you mean, Dana?’

‘ I’ve always enjoyed all the pleasures of the flesh and fucking is an absolute joy! In New York, I worked with a black woman who was always cheery and bubbly, always giggling and laughing, and I managed to persuade her to let me do a threesome with her and her boyfriend. He was black, too, and I’d seen his photo and, well, I just lusted after him. And her, too.’

‘Super. Tell me more, Dana,’ said Sarah, encouragingly.

‘It was great, really terrific,’ Dana said with enthusiasm. ‘I was a bit slimmer then, actually’ she added. ‘Anyway, our tryst was to be at Yvette’s place in Queens and I brought French cognac and California champagne to help the mood along’.

‘Bacchus being the helpmeet of Venus,’ prompted Sarah with a grin.

‘Right. So we did the lot, the whole kit and caboodle. My favourite was when he was sitting on the edge of the couch and I slid down onto him, my back towards his chest, and Yvette kneeled between our outspread legs and licked Joe’s shaft and my clitoris at the same time. Jeez, that was absolute heaven!’

built for pleasure, not for speed What Dana calls a “bowling ball”, you know, two or three fingers in one’s vagina and a thumb firmly in one’s bum

Yes, honey, right away. I want you in me right now!
Brits and Americans are people divided by a common language
All of me, why not take all of me,” sang Dana as she …………………big breasts his face quite lost between them
How very appropriate, Dana’, said Sarah under her breath

Sarah took a glass of warm milk upstairs to Dana. To her surprise, Dana had fully recovered and was sitting up right. ‘Bite my ass, Sarah. Bite me! Hurt me, kid! I wanna feel your teeth in my flesh!’

Sarah bit, hard, and Dana squealed.
:
When asked to choose between ebony and ivory I plucked up my courage and chose both

Oh, Sarah, you should have seen me! I was slurping cum like a maniac
I’m a dick seed gal through and through!

A facial buffet

Amateur videos most people aren’t really good-looking

A woman like Dana is built for pleasure, not for speed.

‘Yow!’ squeaked Sarah, surprised. ‘This is what some women call a “bowling ball”. You know, two or three fingers in one’s vagina and a thumb firmly in one’s bum, Sarah. Nice, isn’t it?’

Hey, it’s Roger.

Are you two skipping the party to do private lezzie sex?

Let me see your cock, Roger!’ demanded Dana with a broad lascivious grin.

‘Sit here on the bed and we’ll suck you stiff inside a minute,’ xxxx Dana.

‘Yes, honey, right away. I want you in me right now! Sarah, I want your cunt on my face!’

‘”All of me, why not take all of me,”’ sang Dana as she rolled Roger’s face between her big breasts. Sarah stared; Roger’s face was quite lost between them.

‘How very appropriate, Dana’, said Sarah under her breath

‘Bite my ass, Sarah. Bite me! Hurt me, kid! I wanna feel your teeth in my flesh!’

Sarah bit, hard, and Dana squealed.
:
When asked to choose between ebony and ivory I plucked up my courage and chose both. Wowee, that was really amazing; I was having one orgasm after another like a firecracker.

Oh, Sarah, you should have seen me! I was slurping cum like a maniac
I’m a dick seed gal through and through and always have been! I’ve always loved a good facial buffet of dripping creamy jism, preferably in heroic amounts and preferably from more than just one or two men.

I love amateur videos because they feature real people. The people in stereotypical erotica and pornography are all as perfect as Barbie and Action Man with perfect bodies and lovely tits and long thighs and big dicks, but most people in the real world aren’t really good-looking. In real life, women have assymetrical tits, plump thighs and moles in inconvenient places and very few men have the sort of cocks you see in porno videos

Oh, goodness, the sheer size of women and girls in Victorian and Edwardian pornography quite takes one’s breath away, it really does. I loved them, I really did! The uninhibited joy on the faces of the women in Victorian erotic photography always astonished me. Against that, we have the dreadful realization that everyone whose uninhibited pleasure we can see are all long since dead is poignantly touching, too.

James smiled.

‘The first porn mags I ever saw weren’t real porn mags at all. ‘Health and Efficiency’ and ‘Lilliput’ had shaven or airbrushed women. Years later, there were magazines with pussy hair but those girls were always trimmed and tidied. Seeing real women with their untrimmed bushes came as a shock. Mind you, the shock was very short-lived; I came to adore untrimmed girlies, once I’d seen, smelled and caressed the splendid profusion of pubic hair on Jewish, Greek and Armenian girlies in particular

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘In a minute it’ll be time for your introduction to Louise Belhavel, a woman rather like Hans Christian Anderson’s Ice Queen, and Helen Brockbank, too. Helen’s very much a woman of infinite variety; you’ll adore her, Vicky! I’m not so sure what you’ll make of Louise Belhavel, because she can be rather overawing on occasion, but I’m quite sure you’ll simply adore Helen.’

The two drew together and whispered for a few minutes.

‘Let me put you in the picture, Sarah. Louise Belhavel’s a professional dominatrix. She’ll show you all her collection of toys and teach you everything you could every want to know about whipping, spanking and everything else.’

‘A commercial Miss Whiplash? She makes a living at it? Seats caned? Does she have a bijou studio flat in Soho and whip backbench Conservative Members of Parliament in their lunchtime breaks?’

‘Goodness no! How very, very old-fashioned an idea. No, she works from her home in the leafy suburbs. A much nicer way to work. A much better class of client, too. So much for Louise. Now, Helen’s pretty much a woman of leisure these days. She lives on Eel Pie Island in the Thames, the lucky thing! She got the house in her divorce settlement.’

‘What a marvelous ring that name has, Vicky. I can imagine grass-skirted islanders living in mud huts and subsisting on eel pies and jellied eels!’

‘No, it’s not quite so heroically barbaric, Sarah. Eel Pie Island is joined to the Twickenham bank by a footbridge. It’s got about a hundred houses. Before the Thames Flood Barrier was finished, the houses sometimes flooded a bit. Now everything’s neat and suburban, so places which were worth a mere £27,000 a few years ago are now valued at a cool £600,000. That’s what Helen got in her divorce!’

‘Golly! She got it in her divorce? Just like that?’

‘Yes, more or less just like that. A spot of competent and well-rehearsed acting was necessary, of course. If you can manage to look wronged, sad, tragic and pretty all at the same time and cry demonstratively enough at the right moment, the judge’ll give you the lot!’

‘I’ll try to remember that,’ said Sarah thoughtfully. ‘One never knows; it might come in handy sometime in the future. What’s Helen’s love life like now? Has she remarried?’

‘No, she’s had various lovers, paramours and fancy men and a variety of polyamorous adventures since her dovorce.

6 HELEN AND SARAH GET TOGETHER

‘I want you to meet some interesting friends of mine, Sarah’ said Helen on the phone. ‘They’ll tell you about some of their adventures and you’re to listen carefully without interrupting at all, or I’ll be very, very cross with you. Understood?’

‘Understood,’ Sarah replied dutifully.

So when the pair were seated in Helen’s conspicuously unwashed Range Rover and driving along the A243 out of Surbiton, Helen spoke to her companion at greater length.

‘There was a time when hedonistic pleasures were pretty much the preserve of Bohemians and the more decadent members of the aristocracy, Sarah. Now it’s all a lot more open. Not that the great unwashed are involved yet, thank goodness. Today, you’ll meet some nice girls and have a chat. More to the point, you’ll hear a few interesting things and get a few ideas, with a bit of luck’.

Later that same day Sarah and Helen were sprawled on a sofa in a semi-detached house in Kingston-upon-Thames in the company of three of Helen’s friends.

‘Listen carefully and attentively and learn, Sarah,’ said Helen in a gently authoritative tone which Sarah did not resent in the slightest. ‘Linda, tell Sarah about your first time with Japanese rope bondage’.

Linda, a plump blonde wearing a chunky wedding ring and a great deal more ostentatious jewelry besides, extinguished a pungent Gitane, took a sip of Carlsberg Special Brew, that most stimulating of beverages, and began.

‘Well, I went to the Leather Rose dungeon in town with my husband and a few of our friends on a Saturday night not long ago. It’s a place not far from Wandsworth station that I rather like, you know. We’ve been going there for years, on and off. Well, after the usual preliminaries, I stood on one side of the padded bar and on the spur of the moment my husband found another couple we know well enough and the woman, Rosy, stood facing me. I mean, our faces were about twelve or eighteen inches apart. We were both stripped down to our bras and panties and waiting for the fun to begin. There wasn’t much of an audience, maybe twenty people or so.’

Sarah drew in her breath, just a little startled that this woman could refer to performing in front of a score of people in so offhand and dismissive a manner.

‘Anyway, her husband slapped Rosy’s bum while she was facing me and I could see the effect of the slap in her eyes. Then one of my girlfriends whispered to my husband and then she walked over and pulled my panties down to my knees, so everyone could see my bum and my bush, which made me very red in the face I can tell you, and then she smacked me sharply on the rump. So there we both were, me and Rosy, staring into one another’s faces like moonstruck calves, each of us watching the other’s face while getting a nice pink bum-slapping. I mean, looking into each others’ faces and seeing one another getting more and more excited.

Then, when Rosy’s husband reckoned we were as excited as we were going to get just with being slapped, he started fingering her twat, so then my husband came up behind me and took over from the girl and he started doing the same to me. Stroking me from behind Then the two husbands winked at each other and changed places, so Rosy’s husband was pressed up behind me and fondling my puss and Derek, my husband that is, was fondling Rosy’s puss and we were both getting more and more excited. So after a bit of this, with everyone watching and everything and nobody saying anything except for me and Rosy grunting and sighing and moaning, the two of us started coming and gasping into each other’s faces’.

‘God, how absolutely thrilling!’ breathed Sarah, aware of her own moist excitement.

‘So that was a nice enough start to the evening but there was a lot more to come. After I’d got my breath back and had a large gin and tonic on the rocks, one of the regulars came in with a tall brunette who’d spent some years in Japan, teaching English or hostessing in clubs or whatever she’d been doing, and the whisper went around that this woman was a dab hand, a real expert, at Japanese rope bondage and before I knew it, my husband and the girlfriend who’d been slapping me had bet me that I wouldn’t dare to try it. Well, I’m always a right one for a dare so I walked over to this woman, as bold as you please, and said I’d like to give it a go, if she was willing.

So then this girl, Deirdre Slater her name was, took a coil of thing red rope out of her shoulder bag and proceeded to get cracking without further ado. So there I was in the middle of the room, wearing just my panties and my spiked collar while Deirdre started weaving a web of rope around me. It felt odd, but also quite wonderful, being the centre of attention and having so many eyes on me. She did it just right, too, so that it was tight enough for me to be well aware of it but not tight enough to be painful. And, oddly enough, it felt very safe and secure. In fact, I began to feel very relaxed and drowsy for a while.

Then Deirdre finished and smacked my bum. Everyone started wanting to see the bondage work up close, so I paraded around the room as though I was a prize-winner at Cruft’s. Well, I felt like a work of art on display, I can tell you. And then taking it off was just as good as putting it one. As Deirdre pulled the rope back through each knot and loop, I could feel the rope pulling across my body. A quite delicious sensation, that was!’ I’m still smiling, just thinking about it. No wonder the Japs love rope bondage so much.’

Then Jane, a woman with spiky green-tinged hair, took her turn to entertain the party.

‘You want to hear about my best recent adventure? I’ve nothing much to tell you, really. It was the same place, the Leather Rose dungeon near Wandsworth station, and on the very same evening, too. You know, regulars there often dare one another to do things and acting them out is a sort of specialty of the house. Everyone takes turns, so everyone’s a star sooner or later,’ Jane paused, looking into Sarah’s eyes as though guessing what Sarah was thinking.

Everybody’s a dreamer and everybody’s a star! Yes, everyone’s a star at the Leather Rose dungeon sooner or later. Andy Warhol’s fifteen minutes of fame realised at last.

‘So there I was, fully dressed and next to the very same padded bar, with Andrew, another girl’s hubby, watching him getting out his equipment and thinking about what he was going to do with me. So I stood and watched him and everyone was quiet. Andrew pulled the padded bar under the overhead light and fiddled a bit until it was just where he wanted it.

“Stand on the platform now, Jane” he said, so I stood on the little platform and rested my elbows on the bar. Andy stood behind me, moving me a bit a little this way and then a little the other way, and he began putting my hands on the bar just the way he wanted them to be. Once he’s done that, he pulled my long skirt up and tucked it into my waistband.

“Perfect,” he said.

I was already a bit dizzy and getting more than just a bit tingly and moist and excited, what with everyone’s eyes on me. Andy was laying out his canes and I was peeking over his shoulder without moving an inch from where he’d told me to stay put. Well, he picked up each cane and slashed it through the air a few times, then he looked at it carefully and then he put it back beside the others while he was deciding which one to use on me. He had eight canes to choose from and my knees were practically knocking every time he picked one up and slashed it through the air.

“Are you ready to go through with this dare, Jane?” he asked so everyone in that hushed place could hear and I just nodded in reply because my throat was too dry for me to even croak a “Yes” or a “No” by this time.

“This is going to hurt a bit. Not too much, but it will hurt, petal,” he said and I just nodded again, same as the last time.

He began rubbing his hands slowly and sensually over my buttocks and I really felt faint. Then Alma, Andy’s wife, stood up and came over from where she’d been sitting next to my husband and held a goblet of lovely cold Asti Spumante to my lips and it tasted ever so good and reviving because I was nearly fainting with the excitement and anticipation and tension and everything, what with everyone watching. Alma put the goblet down, at arm’s length, and knelt at my feet. I wondered for just a second what she was going to do and then she stunned me by pulling my panties right down until they were around my ankles and told me to step out of them. So I stepped out of them and Alma threw them over to my husband and he caught them and put them in his pocket.

“Open your legs, slave”, hissed Alma and I opened my legs. I was sort of shy about doing this because I was so wet and I felt shy with everyone watching me in total silence. Then Alma slid two fingers right into me and brought them out all shining with all the juice of my arousal. She held them up so everyone could see how excited and wet I was and everyone gasped and whistled. Then she got hold of my upper thighs and bent her head forward and, my God, Alma started kissing my muff, my bush, with everyone watching. Well, as I’m sure you can guess, I practically came with excitement that very instant without anything else happening.’

Jane paused and drank half a glass of Carlsberg Special Brew before continuing.

‘Just as I was beginning to shove myself forwards against Alma’s face, Andy hit my arse with the thinnest of his canes. Not really hard, but hard enough that I yelped out loud. Alma took her mouth away and looked up at me.

“You’ll love this, Jane. All the girls who’ve ever tried it do, honest. It’s a special treat so do your best to relax and enjoy it”, she said. Then she leaned forward again and this time the tip of her tongue found my clitoris just at the very moment Andy caned my bum again and I screamed out loud with the mingled pleasure and pain. It’s a good thing the place is pretty well soundproofed, that’s all I can bloody say! ‘

‘Stupendous!’ breathed Vicky, awed.

‘Every stroke of the cane fell when Alma was licking around my clitoris, just like Alma and Andy had been practicing this for weeks. God’s teeth, I was going frantic, I can tell you; it was as much as I could do to stay in one place, honestly!

Mind you, Brenda’s got a much better story to tell you than either of us’, said Jane.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Brenda Nelson, a peroxide blonde xxxxxxxxxxxxx stubbed out her Silk Cut, took a long swig of Campari and soda xxxx

‘We’d been watching that old sex movie, you know, ‘Behind the Green Door’, with Marilyn Chambers. Well, you know how she’s on a sort of swing or trapeze in that film, right?’ asked Brenda
xxxxxxxxx

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

WILL SARAH BE WHIPPED ?

Sarah whipped?

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

A few hours later, Sarah was in Helen Brockbank’s conspicuously unwashed Range Rover and driving homeward to Surbiton, from Esher. Helen was in an effusive and talkative mood and talking of friends of hers, Johan and Maris Bowes.

‘Sarah, you simply have to met Maris as soon as I can arrange it. She’s got a Sybian, the lucky spoiled bitch! It’s true, her husband bought her one of those simply marvellous Sybian machines for her as a fortieth birthday present. It’s simply wonderful; she let me try it once while she filmed me squealing and sweating astride it. Yes, she filmed me with her Sony Handycam; that was the price I paid for being permitted to try it!’

‘A Sybian? I’ve never heard of such a thing. What is it?’

‘It’s a fucking machine, quite literally what I just said, a fucking machine, made in Oregon in the U.S.A., Sarah. The company makes about twenty machines but the Sybian is easily the most famous. Believe me, it’s absolutely out of this world; women and girls just adore it! Once they’ve overcome their apprehensive misgivings and embarrassment, of course. It isn’t very big at all; it looks like an American saddle or half a small oil drum sitting on the floor. One squats astride it, pushes one’s clit up against the vibrating cock, or simply slides one’s lubricated cunt down on it, and within a couple of minutes one is coming, coming and coming again. It’s really quite, quite marvellous. A bit shy-making, in a way, though, if there’s someone watching, at first, anyway; I sometimes find myself wondering who’s seen the video Maris made of me?’

‘Gosh! A video. She made a video of you sitting astride this fucking, literally fucking machine while it was tirelessly bonking you and making you come? Really, she did that?’ Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and tried to visualize the scene.

‘Right. That’s just what Maris did. Does, I mean. She does it with everyone; it’s the price one pays, you see. She insisted on it otherwise I simply wouldn’t have had a ride at all and that was made quite clear to me, Sarah. No video, no ride on the Sybian. So there! There was a nagging question going through my mind, of course. Well, it was in my mind until I’d started writhing, shrieking and coming again and again, shrieking like a madwoman, astride the blessed Sybian!’

‘The nagging question in your mind being?’

‘Simple, can’t you guess, Sarah? I found myself wondering who else Maris had filmed putting her wonderful infernal device through its paces? The plump district nurse with the jolly laugh? The snooty lady in her middle forties from the Esher Conservative Association? The busty sixteen-year-old Anglo-Caribbean girl who does the newspaper round? It’s a rather alarming thought if you think about it. I mean, a housebreaker could steal all our videos and sell them in a car boot sale to someone who works on the local newspaper’.

‘Gosh!’ responded Sarah, very impressed. She tried to visualize self-possessed, composed, suave Helen astride a fucking machine and being videotaped while in the throes of repeated orgasms.

‘I’m really quite surprised that you haven’t been introduced to Johan and Maris yet. They’re cool and amazing and quite admirable people, really they are. I know you’ll be simply thrilled to bits when you meet them. Goodness, talk about unbridled sexual voracity! The first time they got my clothes off, I kept coming and coming. Positively one fire-cracker orgasm after another. Heavenly!’

Sarah listened in awed and respectful silence. Whatever was Helen Brockbank going to tell her next, she wondered. Encouraged, Helen continued.

‘What’s more, Johan and Maris have an almost unerring knack of choosing the most superbly depraved or potentially corruptible au pairs just from their photographs. Almost unerring, I said, but even they get it wrong from time to time; they’d had a couple of absolutely depraved and very, very naughty and, well, ever-so-willing Danish girls in succession and then the third Danish au pair they had turned out to be utter hell. She was a Calvinist minister’s daughter from some ghastly repressed provincial town in Jutland, personifying all the virtues any reasonable person most dislikes and none of the exquisite vices we secretly or not-so-secretly admire. Quite as disagreeable as any sanctimonious zen hipster straight off the plane from Boston. Anyway, they got shot of that dreadful adolescent prude at the earliest possible moment and now they have this doe-eyed slender Hungarian girl of nineteen who’s great fun, believe me! Absolutely mouth-watering to look at.

Andrea really likes a thorough spanking, too, Sarah. Just like you do. Maybe I can get you together and watch you take turns spanking and licking one another. Would you like that?’

Somewhat to her surprise, Sarah reddened with embarrassment. All this very uninhibited talk seemed a great deal of brash presumption on Helen Brockbank’s part after so very brief an acquaintance.

‘I’m not sure, Helen,’ Sarah said quietly. ‘I haven’t even seen this young Hungarian lady yet. Or Maris. Or Johan.’

‘Oh, but you must, Sarah! And you don’t need to be so boring and formal with me, either. We’re kindred spirits, you and I.

Listen, Andrea has positively the most delectable cunt I’ve ever seen on a European girl; no messy unkempt tangle of pussy hair like Italian girls usually have. She has very pretty chestnut curls in a perfect triangle on her mons and the prettiest clit I think I’ve seen since I was at Roedean. You’ll love to get your tongue into her, I know!’

‘And you’ve done that, have you, Helen?’ enquired Sarah, her interest in the unmet Andrea quickening despite herself.

‘Goodness, yes. I love oral sex with girls. I once licked out a plump little Filipina who was working as a domestic for some people I know in Henley-on-Thames; she was quite delectable. Mind you, I love sex with men, too; ideally, the right sort of men, of course. I’d hardly have been a married woman otherwise, would I? And I really delight in spanking, tawsing and a little playful caning sometimes, too. But licking out a girl has a charm all its own; at school we used to call it doing a chocless Marianne Faithfull.’

‘A what?’

‘Oh, when I was young there was still the rumour going the rounds that Mick Jagger was eating a Mars bar out of Marianne Faithfull’s vagina when the drug squad walked in. Years later, in her autobiography, she denied it vehemently, but it’s still widely believed here in Blighty, just like the story of Catherine the Great being killed by having been crushed by a horse that was fucking her when the harness suspending the horse broke.’

‘Christ, Helen, I’ve never heard that before! Anyway, isn’t a horse’s cock, well, simply far too big to get inside a woman?’ Sarah asked, surprised. She wrinkled her freckled nose with fastidious distaste at the very thought, trying to envision such a spectacle.

‘I’ve seen pics and videos of a girl in Denmark taking eight or nine inches of a Shetland pony’s prick inside her but I suppose a big horse’s cock is just too fat, never mind the length. On the other hand, some women love being fisted so I suppose a woman well-experienced in being vaginally fisted could manage the girth of a horse’s prick. Not the whole length, mind you!’ Helen laughed and stopped the car at a set of traffic lights. She laughed aloud at a sudden recollection.

‘Years ago I knew a girl in Norfolk who claimed that she had tried sex with her family’s big black rottweiler but that sort of thing is simply off the map for most sane people. Including wicked me, it might surprise you to know. I vaguely heard of a married couple in Sussex who include their Alsatian in their bedtime romps, a sort of ménagerie à trois, but I feel that we humans should restrict ourselves to getting up close and personal with mammals our own size. Sex with homo sapiens is quite exciting enough for me!’

‘You’ve never actually seen anyone doing that sort of bestiality or zoophilia stuff, though? I mean, with your very own eyes?’ enquired Sarah.

‘Not in the flesh, I’m a little ashamed to say, Sarah. Actually, I’d jump at the chance, I really would. I’ve seen it on videos, yes. Videos and magazines, of course. I loved reading my brother’s Scandinavian pornography from an early age, and whispering about what I’d learned from it to my little chums. Oh my gosh, I soon got a reputation as a grossly disgusting, vile, sick and perverted little girl, I can tell you.

I’ve seen tons of really perverted stuff on video and film at one time or another. Not so much these days, though. I suppose I’d have to admit that reading my brother’s filthy magazines from Copenhagen and Amsterdam sparked my interest in sex when I was young.’

‘And it didn’t put you off the very idea of sex once and for all? Looking at all that very outré pornography when you were just a kid, I mean.’

‘Far from it, Sarah! Golly, I remember how I used to get embarrassingly sticky and juicy just looking at those magazines and reading the stories in them. Golly, looking at those ladies being treated to triple penetration and expressing delight and gratitude with their eyes! You know, there’s something endearingly innocent about the underlying supposition, the essential promise, of pornography and erotica, that real happiness can only be achieved by gratifying the body’s wishes. Well, certainly, misery is found easily enough by ignoring the body’s cravings and desires, but let’s not get into that, shall we?’

‘Go on, Helen,’ urged Sarah. She was greatly enjoying listening to Helen.

‘I love pictorial pornography and written erotica, of course I do! Who doesn’t? Is there any sight more delectable and thrilling that looking at the depiction of a pretty young lady sucking one stiff cock while her vagina is being thoroughly fucked by another? I doubt it!

The only problem is that if you read and watch really sticky and saucy erotica and pornography all the time, practically to the exclusion of everything else, you’re going to get what that sanctimonious old bore Willie Wordsworth called an outrageous thirst for degrading stimulation. Well, he said that in quite another context, of course.

It can become almost like a mental disorder, Sarah. Erotica occupies the mind; it’s the ultimate escapism. After a while you find yourself constructing erotic scenes in your mind’s eye in mundane places like the supermarket, putting the buxom brunette on the cash register between the two Saturday part-time teenage boys who are busily stacking the shelves. You can imagine the tall one rogering her soundly while she sucks off the sensitive-looking one with glasses. Lots of delectable slurping and squishy sound effects, too. These days, supermarket employees even wear name badges, so you can flesh out the story a bit in your mind’s eye. George’s slender prick is rammed to the root inside pretty-plump Elsie’s dark-haired cunt while Richard’s cock is spurting into her mouth and his long violinist’s fingers are softly fondling her ample breasts.

On the train, you have more time to develop your fantasies, if you want to, but you have to invent the names yourself, of course. I was on the tube going to an exhibition at the Victoria and Albert Museum once and I found myself casting various fellow-travellers in a sixty-minute fuck film unfolding in my mind’s eye, I mean. I’d have the voluptuous young black girl sitting opposite me stripped to the waist and fondling the two blonde German boys who’d got on with enormous rucksacks and I’d undressed a pair of quite delectable slender student nurses, whom I guessed were Malaysian or Singaporean Chinese, and had them doing a hot sixty-nine with plenty of lovely squishy sloshy sound-effects. By the time I’d reached the point where the black girl had one youthful German cock in her mouth and another slamming hard into her plump pink cunt from behind you could have positively mopped the floor with my knickers!’

‘Wow, what a very fertile imagination you have!’ responded Sarah, her face quite pink with pleasurable excitement. Still, you haven’t explained to me why so many women loathe and hate pornography’.

Helen smiled knowingly.

‘Easy, Sarah. You see, a lot of women feel insecure about their bodies; they instinctively compare themselves unfavourably with the perfect bodies of the women in glamour magazines and women feel a sense of failure in their relationships if the man, or men, in their lives enjoy erotica so they develop a silly sense of rejection in consequence.’

‘How silly of them!’ Sarah exclaimed, remembering how hot and excited she’d felt while leafing, tremble-fingered, through the first copy of ‘Teenage Sex’ she’d been lent at Cheltenham.

‘Also, there’s the fact that most of the erotica most women see is aimed at a male audience and that’s all the erotica most women ever see and erotica which depicts male, rather than female fantasies is unappealing. Again, a lot of women feel that the erotica and pornography they see is degrading to women. Well, you’d agree that women have been conditioned to react with hostility to erotica and with hatred towards pornography.’

‘That’s true. I certainly was, although I had a fairly liberal upbringing now I think about it’, replied Sarah.

‘Plus there’s the sad fact that male cultural conditioning means that most men are furtive and sly about their liking for erotica and they tend to act in a very guilty and shamefaced way when discovered to have a liking for erotica.’

‘You know, Helen, very few women have actually ever tried to like it or understand it,’ said Sarah thoughtfully. ‘Even if a girl’s first reaction is disgust, she ought to be smart enough to grasp that a liking for erotica is an acquired taste and that acquisition of a mature taste takes some time. You know, I’d say that the cultural impenetrability of most women means that it’s hard for women to make an effort to understand and embrace male fantasies’.

‘Right, Sarah. A girl or woman ought to take the time to view different genres of erotica, to take the time to decide what kinds of erotica she likes, and then, and only then, decide whether or not she likes silken erotica with moonlight on the sea and all that romantic slop or is more excited by the sort of crude pornography that features fisting or female domination. You know, face sitting and smothering and all that sort of stuff.’

‘Oh, yes, face sitting, smothering and all that sort of stuff,’ replied Sarah smugly.

7 LOUISE BELHAVEL’S TOYBOX

Sarah and Louise were alone in Louise Belhavel’s Victorian house in Wimbledon.

‘You came here mainly to feast your eyes on the contents of my toybox, didn’t you? I wonder whether that’s the right way of going about things, now I think of it. Do you want to watch a video of mine first, Sarah? It’s very short but I feel certain you’ll find it quite interesting’.

‘Chastisement with whips and scorpions, Louise?’

‘No. No scorpions in stock at all. Never have had any. Can’t stand them the brutes!’

‘Whips, though?’

‘Oh, yes. Plenty of whips. Let’s watch the video, shall we?’

Sarah readily agreed and the pair settled themselves in front of a television and VCR. Sarah cautiously sipped Highland malt, something quite new to her palate, while her hostess drank a large gin and tonic. In the moments before the video started, Sarah glanced up and read an embroidered sampler in a frame on the wall: “Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And when you look long into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you, NIETZSCHE”

Interesting, thought Sarah.

It was very obviously an amateur production, the camera having been amateurishly hand-held, and the scene was set in the very house in which they were seated. The scene opened with a young dark-haired woman, evidently in her late teens or very early twenties, being hustled unceremoniously through the front door. The persons accompanying her were male but indistinct on the video, the peaks of tweed caps pulled low over their unrecognisable faces. For the briefest of moments, the young woman’s anxious face could be seen in close-up in the camera, mouthing something. To Sarah’s surprise, there was no sound at all; she was, she realised to her incredulity and amazement, watching a silent film.

Spiffing! What fun! All we need now to set the mood perfectly is a pianist accompanying the movie as the action unfolds, just like in the early days of cinema! When was the earliest surviving pornographic film made? In Argentina in 1907, wasn’t it?

The scene changed abruptly. The woman was now naked from the waist downwards and bent over the width of an oak dining table, a thick blanket between her naked thighs and the edge of the table. She was held firmly in place but her captors’ arms alone could be seen. Her legs, spayed, exhibited an almost tropical luxuriance of curling pubic hair.

Ooh, a lovely sexy furry-cunted dark-haired girl just like Vicky must have looked like at the same age. I’m getting wet just watching, how dreadfully embarrassing! Does her cunt taste as delectable as Vicky’s? It’s a pity we can’t smell anything on a video, isn’t it? Wasn’t that in Aldous Huxley’s marvellous novel ‘Brave New World’, the idea of ‘feelies’, where you could enjoy the tactile sensations of the participants in the film you were watching? Was it possible to smell the ambient fragrances in the scene in Huxley’s novel, too?

The camera panned and there, in the very room in which they were seated to watch the video, stood her hostess, Louise Belhavel, wearing a dramatic Venetian carnival mask and a long silk dress, but quite unmistakable nonetheless. In Louise’s right hand was a bedroom slipper, a domestic incongruity that amused Sarah immensely.

The next scene was of the buttocks of the female reddening as she was chastised. Blow followed blow. Ten, twenty and at least thirty in all, Sarah reckoned later Occasionally, the action cut abruptly and the camera, now at the other end of the table, focused on the woman’s tear-streaked face and silent yelps as each blow smacked home.

Yes, dear. I know just how it feels! Oh yes, I know very, very well how it feels! Helpless and submissive, quite unable to fight back or to struggle free and make a dash for it.

Then, to Sarah’s great surprise, the girl was grinning and bowing before the camera, her lovely face still visibly tear-streaked and her hands cupping her abused and scarlet buttocks. And that was all; the video suddenly ended quite abruptly.

Louise switched off the video and spoke.

‘Done more as a dare than anything else. I was paid, of course, but not too much. Just about enough to justify twenty minutes of my time. There were three young art college students from Wimbledon and the girl’s a twenty-year-old Spanish au pair, the girlfriend of one of the young men whom you saw, or rather, whom you didn’t see on the video. An art house production or end-of-term assignment or something of the sort.

Sarah was speechless with surprise!

‘You make videos too?’

Louise laughed loudly at Sarah’s question.

‘No, not at all. If I did, I’d certainly make sure that they were a great deal more professional than that! Anyway, time is getting on, Sarah McTiernan. Come with me.’

Louise Belhavel strode along the parquet-floored corridor, with Sarah at her heels, and stopped in front of a long ceiling-to-floor curtain.

‘All the kit is in here. It’s my splendid toybox, Sarah, the result of years of careful acquisition and ruthless discarding. Hidden away here in a locked cupboard behind a long red velvet curtain’.

The curtain was drawn open and a heavy mahogany door came into view, its lock bearing a ten-digit electronic keypad.

Without making any further ado, Louise Belhavel blocked Sarah’s view with her body and tapped in a four-digit number. The door swung upon to reveal a veritable cornucopia, an Aladdin’s cave, of whips and canes of all kinds.

‘Goodness me, what a treasure trove, Louise! I’m inclined to feel rather appalled but still undeniably fascinated and excited,’ said Sarah quietly.

‘And a wee bit damp in your knickers, too, perhaps?’

Sarah giggled in reply.

‘Right’, said Louise Belhavel briskly, ‘I’ll show you the lot. Pay attention now; I’ll do this briskly but even so it takes some time.’

Sarah nodded, her brown eyes wide. This woman was accustomed to obedience, as she well knew.

‘There’s a wide variety of flagellation toys, each with its own limitations and techniques. There are cats, of course, and school canes, riding crops and bullwhips. Not that any sane person would think of using a real bullwhip for sado-masochist play.

What one needs is flexibility and lightness. There’s the impact to be considered; a light cat will give lots of sting but little ‘thud’, if you understand what I mean. What one aims for is a balance between the two; if someone is chastised with the tip of a whip there’ll be no thud but the sting is so ferocious that the buttocks will be bloody in no time and we certainly don’t want anything like that to happen, do we?’

‘Show me the different kinds of canes and whips and so on that you have, Louise,’ Sarah asked, her eyes wide with interest.

‘Well, the birch here is a bundle of birch twigs lashed together. Actually, it was used for corporal punishment on the Isle of Man until very recently. The dried-out rods are stimulating, believe me, but they inflict no lasting damage if the bircher is reasonably careful.

Then there are all the different kinds of canes. A bamboo cane is straight with a handle of wound string while the Malacca is thicker and has a knob at one end for gripping. Then the school cane is made of bamboo or rattan, steamed or soaked while the switch has been split at the striking end to produce two tongues.’

‘Crikey, Louise! That must hurt awfully!’

‘It certainly does, Sarah. Five strokes with that is an appalling chastisement, but some submissives relish a little real pain once in a while, as I’m quite sure you know. Now, Sarah, listen to me and I’ll tell you something worth remembering; something not many people know is that canes have to be cared for. You know, stored in a dry and cool place away from sun, hear and moisture, preferably hung vertically so as to keep straight. Every year or so the careful cane-owner needs to sand the varnish from the tip of the cane and soak the implement tip downwards in water. The cane absorbs the water and the tip is then re-varnished to keep the cane flexible and supple. You’ve tried using a nicely supple cane, haven’t you, Sarah?’

‘Only as a flagellant, not as the one being chastised. It was ever so much fun, too,’ replied Sarah brightly, remembering her first hour as a dominatrix under Vicky’s tutelary gaze.

‘Then there are the cats. I supposed you’ve seen and handled cats before, haven’t you?’

‘Yes, I have,’ agreed Sarah, carefully non-committal in her reply.

‘Well, the standard cat o’nine tail was formerly made of three lengths of rope, each knotted at the end. Some were used to flog mutineers to death and all that sort of stuff. Cats made now are essentially play-toys so materials are light and don’t inflict much harm at all. Scourges were much the same as cats; leather thongs with knotted ends. All over the world, religious self-flagellants have used them to inflict corporeal suffering on themselves.’

‘Auto-flagellants like those unspeakable Persians on the tenth of Moharram’, queried Sarah.

‘Lots of religions have sado-masochistic elements which involve scourging, Sarah. Now, next to the cats are my floggers. The business end is usually made of leather straps but rawhide or even silk can be used. The standard flogger is a many-tailed whip with a solid handle and a tail made up of leather straps of medium weight while the martinet has six leather tresses. It was often used to punishing juveniles. Now, here is one of my own favourites; the horsehair flogger. It has hundreds, or even thousands, of strands of long hair taken quite literally from a horse’s tail. It doesn’t look much, does it, but each strand of hair hits the stretched skin and the stinging sensation is one that the chastised doesn’t forget in a hurry.’

‘Yes, I can see that. Actually, I’d rather like to try the sensation for myself. I’d bet it’s pretty amazing as experiences go’.

‘All in good time, Sarah. Now, on to my paddles. Old favourites of mine, too. A broad and flat striking surface is attached to a short handle. Just like a hairbrush and designed to be used at short range on the buttocks. Here’s one with someone’s name associated with it, the Spencer paddle. Look at all the holes. Harold Spencer was an American schoolteacher of the twenties who reasoned that a solid paddle creates an air cushion which softens the blow of a paddle on impact. Usually the Spencer is made of plywood but this one’s nice soft leather; I had it made for me specially. It leaves very pretty visual effects, too’.

‘I bet it does. Like stippling’.

‘Then there are simple wooden spoons and spatulas. Spoons feel more intense and spatulas have more of a slapping effect. A nice leather-soled slipper applied vigorously to a bare arse. It’s a pleasantly homely touch for a nervous novice. I well recall sitting on the chaise with a naked teenage girl, maybe just a little younger than yourself, Sarah, stretched right over my knee – o.t.k., as we call it in this line of work – and beating her until she was in floods of tears. Her parents were sitting opposite me while this was going on so there was strictly no amusing and exciting hanky-panky of any kind that day, more’s the pity.’

‘What had she done to have been slippered in front of her parents? What sort of hanky-panky would you have liked to do if they hadn’t been watching?’ demanded Sarah, unable to control her impulsive tongue on hearing this.

Louise Belhavel grinned hugely and laughed merrily.

‘Oh, I’m, quite sure you can guess, Sarah! With a naked woman or girl across one’s lap, you face her towards one’s left and then you can use your left hand to toy with her nipples and breasts. After her slippering, one tells her to lie back on the chaise and then one uses one’s lips, fingers and tongue on her. I simply adore the combined salty-sweet taste of an adolescent girl’s puss after she’s been slippered well. All her juices are flowing and she’s feeling far too chastened to resist, if she was minded to resist at all’.

‘Lovely,’ said Sarah, looking behind her to where the blue velvet-covered chaise longue stood in the hallway. Then Sarah looked into the further recesses of the cupboard.

‘Riding whips!’ exclaimed Sarah.

‘Riding crops; they’re usually a long rode of cane or fiberglass covered in leather or fabric. They’re asily available from any equestrian centre, too.’

‘Are riding-crops safe, Louise? Lots of people seem to use them in sex play, don’t they?’

‘Of course they do. You can buy them across the counter is reputable riding and hunting suppliers, you see. You don’t pay a double or triple premium in a pervy shop or have to buy them sight unseen by mail order. They’re easy to use too. You just aim it and swing, it’s straightforwardness itself. The sensations can be varied depending on what part of the crop you’re hitting with. Striking with the shaft is like using a rod, while the curved bit at the end has a lot more sting. Remember, even a modest chastiser has to be used with care; if you get carried away, it’s all too easy to leave marks, or even wounds, far more severe than you intended at the outset. It’s better to strike twice gently than to strike just once too hard. You can’t un-hit, you see.’

‘Yes, I can see that, Louise,’ replied Sarah thoughtfully.

‘Here’s a nice little riding crop, two feet in total length with a lovely leather loop at the end. A broader leather loop is handy sometimes if and when one’s chastising a man; for a professional dominatrix, or even a serious amateur, they’re ideal for careful ball beating. A lunge whip or quirt is more of a theatrical prop than a serious everyday chastiser; they cause intense stinging but they need skill and practice to be used to any effect except the crudest.’

‘A ball beater, indeed!’ murmured Sarah to herself, remembering how carefully she had caned Donald on that very first day in Surbiton.

‘Then there are the straps and belts. Usually one uses a belt doubled over and gripped at the buckle end. The strap, or razor strap, or strop, is a simple leather strip, but surprisingly effective in the right hands. A Scottish tawse has elements of both straps and paddles. It has a firm handle and it’s invariably made of leather with a striking surface cut into fingers. Each finger is usually between two and five inches in length This is a hand-made twenty-four-inch Scottish tawse with three tails. It was eighteen quid and well worth every penny.’

‘Rather old-fashioned but still nice,’ Sarah said with a wicked grin.

‘Oh yes, very nice to use. But I usually prefer to slipper the young and then go straight to a riding crop if a slipper proves unavailing. And here, at long last, are my whips. A bullwhip is really only a theatrical prop, unless you’ve got someone who requires to be flogged to death. Signal whips are smaller and usually used to control dog teams; nice to use but they still require plenty of space. And a lash, like this one, is a single-tressed whip’.

‘Super! And what’s this thing? I can’t guess its use for the life of me’.

‘It’s a spacer or spreader bar. Look, one puts it between a girl or woman’s outstretched ankles and fastens them tight with these nicely-padded straps. The flagellee is then supported upright, in a doorway or from a wooden frame like the one in the next room, for instance, and then all sorts of possibilities present themselves.’

‘Golly! Such as?’

‘If one’s chastising a man, one can swing the instrument of correction from below and make contact with his balls or his prick. That soon bloody well robs him of his cocksure composure, I can tell you! With a girl or woman it’s rather more exciting still; you see, her cunt is held open and displayed lasciviously and well so that if one has a confederate present, the woman’s husband or maybe even the girl’s father, he can avail of the opportunity to caress, or torment, her puss while she’s being whipped, caned, paddled, tawsed or slippered.’

‘Wow! I’d love to see that done with my very own eyes, Louise’ exclaimed Sarah, awed and tremendously impressed.

‘Well, as it happens I do have a young woman who’s being brought here by her husband and brother today,’ Louise said slowly. ‘Sandra Robinson’s a real masochist. The real thing, Sarah’.

‘But she’ll certainly get a fair crack of the whip here today, won’t she?’ laughed Sarah.

‘Yes, Sarah. In fact, if you fancied, you and she could be chastised together or in succession. What would be your heart’s desire?’

‘My heart’s desire, Louise?’ responded Sarah slowly. ‘I rather think I’d like to whip a naked woman, to be quite frank with you. I’d like to feel that moment when the blow on her skin can be felt in my hand. After I’d whipped her enough to make her cry I’d like to caress her pussy until she’s wet and moaning and kiss her really lovingly.’

‘That’s the spirit, Sarah! There’ll be two men here, too’, added Louise cheerfully. ‘That means you could have a pleasing bisexual romp with the young lady and her husband as an encore if you so desired.’

‘Spiffing!’ cried Sarah. ‘But what about you?

‘I might, if I feel so inclined, see what stuff Sandra’s brother’s made of. There are few pleasures quite so thrilling as indulging in a hot sex session with a man while his younger sister’s watching!’

A little later the trio arrived. Sandra, a slender doe-eyed woman of twenty, stood between her husband and her bother. Sarah was fascinated by Sandra’s long dark hair, an impressive mane which reached to her waist. Alfie Robinson, her husband, a plump and cheerful man in a three-piece tweed suit, eyed Sarah with frank appreciation.

Oh yes, a hot and sticky threesome with this pair ought to be jolly fun. I want to see the look in her eyes when I open my mouth and suck his prick.

Sarah looked long and hard at Bernard, Sandra’s elder brother. Like Sandra, he was slim and had lustrous black hair.

I bet naughty Bernard simply loves watching his little sister being whipped and shagged. Most men would, given the chance.

After introductions had been effected and cold Chablis drunk from tall glasses, Louise grinned and turned to Sarah.

‘Sarah, if you’re to whip Sandra, I want you naked. Undress Sandra and she’ll undress you, too.’

Sarah giggled and began to help Sandra Robinson out of her clothes. Obligingly, Sandra reciprocated, her long and sensuous fingers thrilling Sarah with their gentle touch.

‘Have you ever whipped a girl before, Sarah?’ asked Sandra quietly

‘Oh, I know quite enough about whipping and being whipped, Sandra. How hard and savagely do you want to be whipped?’

‘Until I’m howling with pain and begging for mercy,’ replied Sandra barely audibly, her eyes downcast. ‘I like my chastisement rough. I always have done.’

‘When I’ve finished whipping you, I’ll shove my fingers in your cunt and frig you to a frenzied wet spend while you’re still sobbing,’ whispered Sarah as she pulled down Sandra Robinson’s jeans.

‘Oh, you wicked witch! You know just what I need and want, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Sandra, I know exactly what you need and want! It takes one to know one,’ hissed Sarah as she slid her fingers roughly inside Sandra’s panties. ‘When I’ve made you come to my satisfaction, I’ll suck your husband’s cock in front of your eyes and then you’re to get your lovely head between my thighs and lick my cunt. If your lips and tongue don’t please me, I’ll whip you some more and a great deal harder than the first time, too!’

Naked as the day they were born, the pair presented an enchanting contrast. Sandra Robinson stood an inch taller than Sarah and was small-hipped and small-breasted. Loose, her mane of hair reached to her boyish buttocks. A tuft of delicate dark curls adorned her diminutive mons veneris.

‘You could be fourteen years old, Sandra!’ exclaimed Sarah.

‘Yes, should looks much younger than twenty. Even now she’s sometimes asked her age when we go out clubbing together,’ said Alfie Robinson with a chuckle.

‘Shall we use the spreader and have her lovely legs open so I can play with her a little while I’m whipping her, Louise?’ Sarah enquired, her voice betraying her eagerness.

‘Yes, Sarah. We’ll have Sandra in the spreader and spreadeagled in the wooden frame in the room next door. She’ll have the perforated ball gag in her mouth, too. That way, we don’t have to listen to her howls once you’ve whipped her a little.’

As though acting on a signal arranged beforehand, Sarah and Louise marched Sandra into the adjoining room, fitted a perforated ball gag carefully into her mouth and fastened in place with a leather strap. Next, the pair fastened Sandra Robinson, her long limbs spreadeagled asunder, into the polished wooden frame. The spreader bar held her long pale legs wide apart.

‘I’ll make myself comfortable on the sofa between Alfie and Bernard, Sarah. You know what’s to be done from now onwards, I’m quite sure.

Bloody right I do! Make her feel pleasure and pain equally. Whip her, then stroke her. Nibble her pretty nipples and get her cunt gushing. Whip her some more, then tickle, finger and lick her anus! That’s the way to drive a woman frantic with lust!

Sarah stood in front of Sandra, easing her body forwards so that her own nipples brushed against Sandra’s. Sandra blushed scarlet.

Aha, an immediate and very gratifying response! You like that, don’t you, Sandra?

Smiling to herself, Sarah disappeared for a moment and swiftly returned with three instruments of chastisement from Louise Belhavel’s ample stock.

‘Look, Sandra. Here’s a beautiful black horsehair flogger, ever so nice and tickly for your soft white skin; it ought to excite you nicely. Then I’ve got a lovely thin rattan bound in red leather to inflict a delectable pattern of strokes all over your bottom, tummy and thighs and look, here’s a very dramatic and tough boarhide flail if you want a really rough and memorable Mutiny on the Bounty flogging experience. I’m going to hold them up one by one and you can nod or shake your head as you look at them. You can decide, you lucky girl!’

Sarah held the three instruments in front of Sandra Robinson’s face one at a time.

Sandra shook her head vigorously, fear visible in her dark eyes, as the boarhide flail was held in front of her face. As though regretfully, Sarah held it aloft and swished it through the air briskly thrice. As she whirled it at arm’s length the third time the last few millimetres of the flail’s extended fingers brushed Sandra’s thigh, just as Sarah had intended, and the lovely captive gasped, flinched and shuddered with the sudden pain.

‘So the boarhide flail isn’t to your liking, my pretty pet. Pity!’

Sarah flexed the leatherbound rattan in her hands thoughtfully.

My guess is that she’ll choose the horsehair flogger rather than this leatherbound rattan. Still, she might find the kiss of the rattan just the ticket. We’ll see!

‘Such a pretty rattan, Sandra. Look at it! Is this more to your taste perhaps?’

Sandra eyed the rattan for several seconds before shaking her head slowly.

‘Well, that leaves us with the black horsehair flogger, doesn’t it? Goodie goodie gumdrops! I’m looking forward to teasing you with this lovely toy, my pretty girl! Feast your eyes on it, Sandra Robinson. This splendid toy has a black leather handle stitched neatly up the middle. Yes, I rather think you’ll find that the thick black horsehair tail produces a quite unique and wonderful sting. This is going to be lovely for both of us, Sandra!'

Aware of the absurd and contrived theatricality of her performance, Sarah paused and looked to where Louise was seated between the two men, Sandra’s husband and her brother. Louise had unfastened both men’s trousers and was toying with their penises. Bernard’s was already erect, Sarah could see, but Alfie’s plump virile member was still soft and far from virile.

It evidently takes quite a show to get this Alfie really excited with his prick up and ready for some energetic fucking. We’ll soon see if I can pull it off.

‘We’ll begin by seeing whether you’re wet or not before our fun begins, shall we, Sandra?’

Sarah put the black horsehair flail on one side and knelt between Sandra’s outspread legs, her bare knees touch in the spreader bar. With a thrill of anticipation, she leaned forward and kissed Sandra’s tuft of public hair.

‘Your cunt smells faint but quite delectable, Sandra. Not very excited yet, but you will be soon enough, I promise. Now let’s see if you’re damp, shall we?’

In spite of the ball gag occupying her mouth, Sandra’s sharp and involuntary intake of breath was audible to all four of her audience as Sarah’s bold finger slid into the fair captive’s vagina.

‘Yes, just a little moistness detectable right now. I’ll see what the insertion of two fingers does for you, shall I?’

A second digit joined the first and Sandra moaned quietly through the perforations in the perforated ball gag, her body shivering in helpless and pinioned response.

‘What a lovely tight little cunt you have, Sarah. My goodness, you really could be much younger than you really are, couldn’t you?’

Sarah extended her tongue and circled Sandra’s navel.

‘What a very, very pretty belly-button you have, Sandra!’ Sarah murmured. Pleased by Sandra’s response, she kissed Sandra’s flat abdomen, leaving a trail of moist and glistening flesh as her lips travelled remorselessly downwards.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

8. ASIAN PLEASURES

‘A brace of golden-skinned student nurses will be coming to give us pleasure, Sarah,’ announced a grinning Vicky after a long telephone call.

‘Golly! When?’

‘Oh, later on today. They’re coming here with an old friend of mine, the imaginatively depraved Sheila Jackson. Better still, I want to make it a lovely surprise for Donald as well as these Chinese girls. That’ll be really fun!’

‘Chinese nurses? Really? From China?’ queried Sarah.

‘Well, Malaysian-Chinese, Sarah. I suspect from what Sheila just told me that at least one of them is still a virgin, too. Iris Tan certainly isn’t; from what I was told, young Iris seems to have had quite a few adventures so far in her life. As for Margaret Cho from Sarawak, we’ll just have to wait and see.’

‘Does this Margaret Cho from Sarawak like being fucked in her back door as well as her front door?’ enquired Sarah thoughtfully. This would be her first time to meet someone from Sarawak.

‘Almost certainly both, I think. I know one thing about her. She’s half-Chinese and half-Iban. A splendid girl who combines the raw sexual energy of a head-hunting Iban combined with the grace and delicacy of a Chinese.’

‘Sounds good to me!’ replied Sarah, fascinated.

Vicky laughed coarsely.

‘Sarah, it’s only in places like Hull and Grimsby that girlies lose their bumsex virginity before they get properly fucked in front, darling. Not that losing their anal virginity first is necessarily a bad thing, of course, if for no other reason than that it teaches those lovely provincial girls that they have many more sensitive nerve endings than those inside their cunts. Being nicely and attentively bumfucked can be every bit as enjoyable as straight sex, if not more so.’

‘I’m still unpersuaded about being buggered or sodomised or whatever it’s called. Not that I think of my body as being a Temple of the Holy Ghost or anything like that’

‘Oh, bumsex can be lovely, Sarah. Good anal sex is just as enjoyable as being sweetly fucked the regular way, believe me. The anus and rectum have been erogenous zones for centuries if not millennia, and not just in Western culture, either. I heard an amusingly bizarre and grotesque tale from Taiwan about mobile phones. Do you know the one I mean, Sarah?’

‘I don’t think I do,’ replied Sarah, shaking her head.

‘Oh, it was about using a mobile phone as a vibrator. Some adventurous girl in Taiwan came up with the idea of inserting the mobile phone into her wet and willing vagina to feel the pleasurable vibrations when her lover rang her number. They were in the same room, of course’.

‘What a ripping idea!’ exclaimed Sarah.

‘Well, the first joyous hedonists were cautious enough to use this for a vaginal thrill only but later a few reckless couples tried anal insertion. I suppose most of them had no problems but suddenly the story swept around the world that at least a few young ladies, no chaps, there was no mention of chaps, so far as I remember, who’d had to be rushed into hospital to have a vibrating mobile phone removed from their bums’.

‘How appallingly shy-making!’ exclaimed Sarah, aghast.

‘Anyway, that’s quite enough small talk. Tell me about these Malaysian-Chinese nurses. Are they on the pill?’

‘I haven’t asked. Anyway, that’s where the morning-after pill comes in so very, very handy, not that it actually has to be taken literally the very next morning; they’re effective up to seventy-two hours after the act of intercourse. I always keep a supply to hand’.

‘How on earth do you manage that? Aren’t they only available on prescription?’ asked Sarah.

‘In theory, yes. That’s why one needs to have a sympathetic doctor a few streets away and an understanding pharmacist on the corner, like I do.’

‘So we’ll have an afternoon of sybaritic indulgence like an opiated dream, Vicky. Cool. Maybe just five women together. Ni men at alll!’

‘In that case, it’ll be a very nice opportunity for you to see the double dong in use, I rather hope, Sarah’.

The pair of Chinese-Malaysian student nurses arrived, in the company of Sheila Jackson, a tall and genteel woman in her thirties with a bold gaze which made Sarah feel she was already naked. Iris Tan was tall and slender, Margaret Cho, the Chinese-Iban hybrid, was short and plump.

Lovely Asian ladies for an afternoon of lezzie sex-play. How delightful!

The company quaffed cool Moselle like lemonade. Sarah was entranced and enthralled, her heart pounding.

‘Some Western people have the oddest ideas about East-Asian women, Margaret,’ ventured Sarah, aware of her own excitement and moistness.

Margaret Cho laughed and snuggled closer to Sarah on the sofa. One determined hand sought Sarah’s.

‘Oh yes! “Me so horny!” and all that sort of stuff. We’re Dragon Women and Oriental Sex Slaves and everything else in between. “Me love you long time, Sarah.” Is that what you mean?’

Sheila Jackson, excited by the prospect of what was to come, put her arm around Vicky’s shoulders and began kissing her.

At Vicky’s urging, Iris Tan stood up and undressed slowly. Naked, she paraded in from of Vicky and Sarah, grinning in the direction of Margaret and Sheila.

‘Look at my lovely jet-black bush, Sarah,’ said Iris Tan as she stood in front of Sarah with her legs apart. Sarah looked.

‘Beautiful! Like a Siamese cat, Iris. May I kiss your lovely cunt?’

Iris moved closer and, without waiting for a reply, Sarah seized her by the haunches and began kissing the young woman’s flat abdomen.

‘Put your tongue in her slit, Sarah!’ said Sheila encouragingly. ‘She likes having that done.’

‘Don’t we all?’ laughed Vicky. ‘Bend over, Iris. Let Sarah kiss your bottom.’

Giggling gleefully, Iris pulled away and bent over. Her slender buttocks were in Sarah’s face. Stealing a glance at Vicky and the other two, Sarah leaned forward and kissed Iris’s bottom, sliding an inquisitive finger into the dark-hued cleft separating Iris’ nether cheeks.

‘Stop teasing me, Iris Tan, you wanton Asian temptress!’ chided Sarah. She stood up and loosened her own clothes. The two faced one another.

‘Me fucky-sucky? You want lezzie sex with nice Chinese girl, okay?’ laughed Iris Tan, her finger touching Sarah’s erect nipples through her cotton shirt. Their lips met. Vicky, Margaret and Sheila watched, a delighted and excited audience.

Sarah was taken aback by the exquisite beauty of Iris Tan’s nakedness. Never had she imagined a more perfect woman or dreamed of a more purely elegant and erotic embodiment of female sexuality. Iris Tan’s long black hair framed her face and cascaded over her shoulders. Her firm breasts were thrust forwards, invitingly capped by chocolate-dark nipples, swollen and delectable merely to gaze upon. The soft swelling and curving of her hips taped into long and graceful legs. Then, capturing Sarah’s rapt and enchanted gaze, there was the magnificent essence of Iris’s femininity. The small tuft of jet-black pubic hair crowning the swell of her mons and the moist, modestly pouting and ever-so-slightly-parted lips of her sex was too enchanting for words, thought Sarah.

‘You’re lovely, quite exquisitely lovely, Iris Tan,’ breathed Sarah, as though spellbound and apprehensive that this vision of radiant loveliness would disappear as though by magic if she spoke louder.

‘You’re not so bad yourself, Sarah McTiernan. Rather mouth-wateringly delectable, in fact,’ laughed Iris. The Asian girl spun on her heel, pulled Vicky to her feet and kissed her wetly and lingeringly.

‘Ooh, you’re so strong and determined, Iris Tan!’ gasped Vicky, as the student nurse’s dexterous fingers unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her denim skirt.

‘I’m a nurse in training, remember?’ laughed Iris. ‘We get very skilled at undressing people quickly, whether for duty or pleasure’.

Then Iris’s long fingers were inside Vicky’s black silk panties and tugging gently but insistently at Vicky’s abundant pubic curls. Smiling seraphically, Iris tugged Vicky’s panties down to her knees and looked downwards.

‘Nice pussy hair, sweetie,’ said Iris coarsely but softly. ‘Is it as nice against the cheek as it is in the hand?’

With a guffaw, Iris Tan dropped to her knees and pressed her cheek softly against Vicky’s triangle of dark curls. She giggled.

‘Lovely! Quite delectable! I could gobble you up like an ice lolly, Mrs Victoria Seddon, I really could.’

‘You’re a bold girl, Iris,’ giggled Vicky, entranced and excited.

Sarah, momentarily ignored, looked towards Sheila Jackson and Margaret Cho, who were quietly undressing one another. Iris turned and smiled at Sarah, her arms around Vicky’s waist.

‘I want you to fuck me with that strap-on dildo of Vicky’s that Sheila told me about, Sarah McTiernan!’ said Iris Tan in a quiet but determined voice. ‘I want to see you with that harness around you like a bull dyke in full regalia.’

Iris swallowed another glass of Moselle, then yet another.

‘Steady on, young Iris Tan!’ said Vicky firmly. ‘You’re drinking too much too quickly.’

‘Me no drinkee for drinkee, me drinkee for drunkee!’ retorted Iris with a loud derisive snort before raising the neck of a Calvados bottle to her lips and swallowing a generous glassful of the exhilarating spirit.

‘Your merest whim is my command, Iris Tan,’ chuckled Sarah. Vicky, you keep Iris occupied and I’ll drag out the toybox; the eternal and unfailing standby when other helpers fail and comforts flee’.

xxxxxxxxx

Sarah f Iris

Vicky Marg and Sheila three-way les sex

xxxxx

Then, quite unexpectedly, Donald came home.

‘Five horny whores are at your command, Donald’, laughed Vicky. ‘Do you think you can cope, darling? Can you tongue us to orgasm and fuck us all?’

Donald looked doubtful.

‘I’ll certainly try my best but you ladies are going to have to amuse yourselves to some extent.

Vicky was about to speak when Iris’ mobile phone chirped insistently. She took it from her bag, answered it and, a moment later, was squealing with unfeigned delight.

‘What a treat awaits us! Wonderful news! Do you want a nice black cock to suck and play with, Sarah? Or, much better still, two thick black cocks?’

Vicky clapped her hands together with impulsive delight.

‘Really? Do you honestly mean you can provide us with a brace of black men to come here and pleasure us. You’re an enchantress, a sorceress, Iris!

‘Well, it was pre-arranged to some extent, to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, Vicky,’ responded Iris Tan with a grin. ‘Right. Now listen. The number one fellow is Philip Shanahan. He’s from Grenada in the West Indies and his cousin John Wilson is, too. They’re orderlies at the hospital where we’re training. They have nice stiff black pricks and love fucking and being sucked. Look at what’s in store for us!’

Giggling, Iris fished in her bag and displayed Polaroid photographs of two erect black penises, somewhat to Sarah’s wide-eyed amazement. Another picture, more conventional in nature, showed Iris in Windsor Park, with Philip Shanahan’s arm around her waist

‘He looks really rather nice. Is he your boyfriend, Iris?’

‘No not at all. I love having cocks to play with but I don’t much love having boyfriends at all.’

At this, Sarah giggled, very much amused.

‘Have you never had the pleasure of trying a nice Afro-Caribbean prick in your pretty mouth or your lovely red-haired cunt, Sarah?’, asked Iris Tan.

Sarah shook her head, feeling a little provincial and ill-experienced.

‘Well, there you are, you lucky girl! Today’s the day and tonight’s the night! A nice pair of thick black pricks for you to kiss, lick suck and fuck, Sarah. First, though, I want your cunt on my mouth. You can suck both boys while I’ve got my tongue inside you.’

‘Watch this, Sarah. My lovely hubbie’s a bisexual through and through. His greatest pleasure is to be shafting a girlie’s cunt and sucking a cock. Look at him, the darling; he’s in seventh heaven!’

Sarah stared, open-mouthed

Donald was f M Cho and fellating John Wilson’s thick black penis xxxxxxxx

Lovely!

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx suck two black pricks at the same time, Sarah?

Fascinated, Sarah stroked both of the penises offered to her.

‘What lovely balls you two have xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

xxxxxxxxx

Thrilled beyond her powers to describe, Sarah settled her haunches onto Iris Tan’s willing and eager face

She reached out, her two hands each holding a black penis

Iris Tan’s resolute and determined finger was being pushed remorselessly up Sarah’s anus and Sarah gurgled, her mouth full.

9. VICKY SANDWICHED

The European magazine was called, simply, ‘Sandwich’ and Sarah was staring at each successive page with rapt interest, scanning both the glassy photographs and the trilingual text.

‘So that magazine appeals to your prurient interest, does it, darling? Double entry for typists and librarians, as we used to call it when I was younger, Sarah,’ laughed Vicky. ‘In the U.S.A., it’s more often called double penetration or double stuffing, just as though one were a Thanksgiving turkey’.

‘I really want to see you do it, Vicky. I know I watched Michelle do something similar but I still don’t quite believe it’s really possible!’

‘Oh, yes it jolly well is perfectly possible! It certainly is possible and not at all difficult, Sarah, ye of little faith! I suppose you want to see it done for yourself, don’t you?’

‘Oh yes, I’d love to see it with my own eyes, really I would!’

‘I know just how you feel, Sarah. I remember when I was terribly envious of a sixth-former whom I knew in my schooldays. She was treated to being sandwiched in front of an audience in a private club in Copenhagen when she was on a school trip at the tender age of seventeen. Oh, Sarah, the look of insufferable superiority in Anna’s cornflower-blue eyes when she told us all about how it felt to have a stiff prick filling both of her lower orifices while a third was in her mouth and both her hands were busy fondling a fourth and a fifth prick!’

‘A sixth-former on a school trip to Denmark managed to give her minders the slip long enough to do that? In a private club in Copenhagen? A club sandwich!’ laughed Sarah.

‘What a memorably execrable pun, dearest! Quick, write it down at once so we don’t forget it! Well, pass me my little book with all the telephone numbers and we’ll see what can be arranged to further you education this very afternoon.’

‘Do the men enjoy doing double penetration, Vicky?’ enquired Sarah thoughtfully. ‘Can’t they, well, feel one another’s pricks through the linings of the rectum and the cunt?’

‘Yes, they certainly can and do. Actually, I think that’s one of the compelling attractions of double entry, Sarah. Bear in mind that only a teeny self-selected minority of men have ever done such a thing, and, yes, of course they can feel one another’s cocks. So it’s an activity which is deliciously, wickedly gay and straight at one and the same time. You really want to see it done, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Vicky. I do!’ responded Sarah with determination.

Vicky made a quick telephone call and was rewarded with success.

‘Terrific, we’re in luck. I’ve just spoken to two young men I know. They’re both at home right now, luckily enough; they’re art students and really rather cute as well as being good fuckers. They’re charming, obliging and witty and they’re both probably bisexual rather than being unswervingly gay or unswervingly straight. They’re living only two streets away from here. Come on, put your coat on.’

Within ten minutes Sarah and Vicky were in an upstairs front room in a Victorian terraced house divided into flats. Colin and Frank, both postgraduates in their early twenties, were charmed by the newcomer and teased her as Vicky speedily disrobed in a corner of the room.

‘Just watching today, are you Sarah? You’re rather young and beautiful to be a voyeuse, you know. I mean, surely a voyeur or voyeuse ought to be an aged and haggard morphine-addicted degenerate rather than a lovely freckled redhaired girl in a duffle coat and an Aran sweater.’

Sarah thought this amusing and laughed before replying.

‘One rather likes the role of the voyeuse in preparation for the role of the participant sometimes’ responded Sarah.

‘It’s a sort of apprenticeship, if you like. If you’re up for it and she’s willing, you might try her for dessert!’ Vicky added cheerfully.

‘Perhaps,’ Sarah said uncertainly.

‘Oh, I see, Sarah. You mean, “I hear and I forget; I see and I remember; I do and I understand”. Isn’t that right?’

‘Yes, that is right.’

Sarah looked up to Vicky, who was naked and flexing her torso energetically, her fingers interlaced behind her head and her elbows pointed East and West.

‘Vicky, I know you’ve done this double-stuffing sex before today but aren’t you at all nervous?’

‘Not with Frank and Colin here, I’m not; I’ve been double-stuffed by them before and jolly agreeable it was, too. Of course, to a total beginner, the prospect of a stiff dick pumping away in one’s cunt and another sturdy prick occupying one’s bottom can be rather daunting.’

‘Not scared at all?’ asked Sarah, admiring Vicky’s unclad form as the older woman wriggled between the two males on a large dilapidated sofa and the two males, delighted, began to fondle her breasts and thighs.

‘Far from it, darling! With these two sweet considerate young fuckers ready and willing to cram their beautiful hard meat into my nether orifices, Sarah? Never!’ laughed Vicky as she unzipped Frank’s Levi jeans before immediately turning to Colin. ‘Oh yes, one feels justifiably apprehensive at first, Sarah; I certainly did when I first tried double entry sex.’

‘Pay attention, Sarah. Double entry sex is easy enough, really. Of course, showing you is far faster and better than telling you about how to do it. Bring your face closer and watch carefully!’

So saying, Vicky took a penis in each hand and squeezed both softly and playfully.

‘Choose one of these two nice cocks to suck, darling. You’ve got a choice Sarah, cut or uncut? Dark chestnut hair or dark blond hair. Big dangly balls or a smaller and tauter little boy’s scrotum. Kneel down and choose, darling’.

Sarah, kneeling, looked from one young man to the other and, impulsively, reached out with both hands, amused by the novelty of the occasion.

‘Let me see. Don’t rush me, Vicky. Colin’s cock is circumcised and has dark chestnut curls at its base. He’s got big dangly balls, too. On the other hand, Frank’s cock is slimmer and maybe a fraction of an inch longer and his scrotum’s taut.’

‘Suck both darling,’ said Vicky, relinquishing her prey and standing up as she spoke.

Her heart pounding, Sarah reached out and took a stiffening penis in each hand

‘There are two things to grasp about double entry, or double penetration if you want to call it that. First is how important lubrication is; one squeezes lubricant into one’s bumhole, then gets filled there by the rather smaller of the two available pricks.

Go on, XXXXXXXXXXXX. I’m ready for it now

XXXX smiled warmly at Sarah, who reached out and guilded his erect penis to Vicky’s anus.

Ooh, yes, in my bum! Lovely, oh yes! Push it right up me but don’t rush, XXXXX; let me enjoy every millimetre of your cock Slowly, dear boy! Yes, slowly!

Then the one in my bottom has to hold steady while the chap with the larger dickie slides his meat straight up my wet and oh-so-willing cunt.

‘Yes! Yes! Oh, God yes! Right up me! Sarah, kiss me! I want your tongue in my mouth while these two lovely boys are rogering me!

xxxxxxx

‘Mind you, I always feel that a third dickie’s a particularly good idea because it shuts a woman up if she’s the sort who’s likely to start complaining that the cock filling her arse is hurting or something equally idiotic,’ said Colin quietly.

Double-stuffed and then a fellatrix, too! Stuffed in all three orifices; quite airtight in fact.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The conversation continued while they were walking home

‘What I want to know is what it really feels like. Can you describe it?’

‘Gosh, the hard ones first, eh? Well, let me just say that simultaneously the four of us achieved the most wonderful sensations, climaxing together. Each of us experienced an intense orgasm. What ardent enjoyment! What delicious, quite intoxicating pleasure, Sarah. Can you conceive of such baroque excesses, my dear? Just think of it! To suck in all of a man’s copious love juice, drinking it down in successive waves warm and bitter, simultaneously very well aware of the double salute in one’s body’s two nether orifices. Oh Sarah, it is an exquisitely delightful triple pleasure, quite impossible to describe adequately.’

I’ve decided; I’ll try two cocks to begin with, not just three. With Donald and someone else I really like

Vicky laughed aloud, delighted.

Well, you are an apt pupil and no mistake. For me, though, I’d take three Or even five.

Why not five?

‘Five? How could one manage five?’

‘One in each orifice and one in each hand! Why not?’ responded Vicky with a cheery laugh.

10. SMOTHERING SUNDAY

It was nearly noon on a chilly Sunday and Sarah was sipping gin-and-orange and watching a video from Vicky’s collection. It had been made locally, very close at hand indeed, and featured her hosts, Donald and Vicky, in energetic congress with another couple and another young woman. The room in which she was watching the video was the very room in which the video had been made.

Vicky entered the room and sat down next to Sarah, an arm draped around the redhead’s shoulder. Donald was away for the weekend, leaving the two alone in the house.

‘You certainly had a lovely sex session going on here that day, didn’t you? Mixed doubles and one extra lady.’

‘Yes, Sarah, a splendid time was guaranteed for all and so it proved on that glorious long afternoon. As for the other three people, you’ll meet them all quite soon. They’re super people. You’ll love them, you really will!’

‘And the extra lady? I’d have thought that having an extra man was more, well, more your style, Vicky. Didn’t you say that a woman’s orgasmic capacity compared to a man’s means that you need extra pricks in a sex party, not extra cunts, to put it crudely?’

‘Ah, yes, the extra young lady in the video is Sharon. She’d just broken up with one boyfriend and she needed some tenderness and affection to cheer her up a bit and make her feel better; a ‘mercy fuck’, if you like. There are times when we all need some sweet carnal loving and tenderness at short notice. Sharon’s a well-known amateur smotherer, by the way. Can you guess what I mean when I use the word “smothering”, Sarah?’

‘Let me try, Vicky. Ready? A woman, preferably a plump and fleshy one, sits on a man’s face until he’s fighting for breath. Or a woman’s, why not? It’d make an interesting method of public execution.’

‘Yes, absolutely right, Sarah. Depraved but ever so much fun to watch. Rather like something in an Edwina Currie novel!’

‘Actually, rather more like one of dear Jilly Cooper’s saucier fantasies, I’d say.’

The pair laughed and smiled understandingly at one another.

‘Anyway, you can meet Sharon quite soon if you like.’

‘Super! Today?’

‘Why not, I’ll telephone her right now’.

Thirty minutes later they were in the Renault, driving northwards, when Vicky turned to Sarah.

‘You’re not apprehensive or scared or anything about meeting a wickedly depraved smotherer face to face, are you, Sarah?’

‘Me? Scared? After what you’ve dragooned me into and what we’ve done together, you and I? Far bloody from it!’

Vicky grinned with immense pleasure at Sarah’s indomitable resolution.

‘Yes, that’s your admirable Head Girl spirit, Sarah! Always energetically ready for a new adventure, aren’t you, just like an Enid Blyton heroine? Anyway, I won’t tell you any more right now. Not that I even know much, really. Sharon can tell you everything about being a smotherer, assuming that she wants to tell you, of course’.

The block of flats was well cared-for and obviously the sort of place with an active residents’ association.

Sharon was in her early twenties and her long hair was untidily streaked; oddly, the effect was not at all unattractive. She welcomed Vicky demonstratively and was clearly pleased to have visitors. Rum and coke was mixed and served.

‘I welcome visitors on days like this, I can tell you. All this Open University marking and assessment I have to do! It’d drive anyone up the bloody wall, I can tell you’.

‘I said you might tell Sarah about being a smotherer, if you’re so inclined. You don’t mind being called a smotherer, do you?’

‘Not at all, it’s true enough. I’m a smothering woman. My mother taught me to smother!’ said Sharon with evident pride.

Sarah drew in her breath sharply, a little surprised to hear the avowal spoken with such self-assurance.

‘Tell us about how you got started, would you?’ asked Vicky. ‘We’re both absolutely fascinated, Sharon! How on earth did you get started, you and your lovely fun-loving mother? I mean, did you plan this together while you were still a virgin, or what?’

‘No, Vicky. The very best, in fact the one and only, mother-and-daughter face-sitting and female domination team south of the Thames came into existence because of Mickey Jones and his big cock. About eight years ago, now. It’s quite a story. Want to hear it?’

Enthralled, both Sarah and Vicky nodded, unwilling to interrupt.

Sharon emptied the dregs of the rum and Coke in her glass, lit a Capstan Full Strength cigarette, drew the acrid smoke deeply into her lungs, coughed a little and began.

‘Well, the Mickey Jones story began when I came home from school not long after my sixteenth birthday and told my mum, Penny, that is, that there was a rumoured whisper that one of the boys in our school, Mickey Jones, had been forbidden to climb a rope in the gym because his willy had been reckoned by the games teachers to be too big to allow him to climb a rope safely.’

‘And was his penis too big to let him climb a rope safely, Sharon?’ asked Sarah, interrupting Sharon.

‘Let Sharon tell us everything, from the start to the finish, and you can ask questions then, if you want to, Sarah,’ said Vicky rather sharply and Sarah, duly reproved, fell silent.

‘So Mum finished the washing-up she’d been doing and then turned to face me.

“How do you know about this Mickey Jones and his willy, Sharon?” she asked. So I told her that Mickey’s sister Bridget was in my class and that she’d told us about it because she thought we’d think it was something to giggle about, which was true enough. Well, nothing else was said about Mickey Jones or his penis that day but the very next day Mum was waiting for me when I got home from school and you can probably guess the first thing she said after I’d taken off my scarf, gloves and blazer and sat down, can’t you?’

‘Tell us, Sharon,’ said Vicky, prompted by Sarah’s urgent nudge.

‘So there was I drinking some coffee and Mum just looked at me, with her head on one side as if she was thinking especially hard or wrestling with her conscience or something and then she sat down right in front of me and spoke.

“Sharon, I want to meet this Mickey Jones. I mean, I really want to meet him. Can you bring him home with you? I don’t care what you think of me, but I want to see him with my own eyes. Can you do it?”

So I looked up at Mum, more than a bit surprised, and our eyes met. Then she started again with more questions.

“Tell me, is this Mickey Jones good-looking? How old is he? Older than you are or about the same?”

Then I had to laugh, because Mickey wasn’t especially good-looking or anything, and he wore thick glasses, and was involved in things like the chess club and backstage in school amateur dramatics and stuff like that. So I told Mum all that stuff and that Mickey Jones was still sixteen and she laughed too, but I could see she was still thinking about Mickey Jones and his dick that was too big to let him climb a rope. So then I suggested she meet me by the school gates the next afternoon, as though just by chance, and I’d point out Mickey Jones to her and then she could think about whether she really wanted to meet him or not.

So that was what we did, the very next afternoon, and I could see that my mum was as jumpy and nervous as any schoolgirl on her first date, just with standing there and waiting for Mickey Jones to be pointed out to her. So then I whispered to her and told her which boy was Mickey Jones and I could see her eyes sparkle with excitement even though there was no hope of the two of us sidling up to him and somehow start talking to him, which was what I think Mum really wanted and hoped would happen.

Anyway, we were at home about fifteen minutes later, sitting down at the table in the kitchen. Mum poured herself a big gin and vermouth and started telling me exactly what was on her mind. I mean, I was still a sixteen-year-old virgin and very green and here was my Mum unburdening herself and pouring out everything that had been going through her mind for the last day or too.

“Sharon, you know I love your father and that I’m a good wife and home-maker and an attentive and loving mother and all the rest of that stuff. I’ve even been unswervingly faithful for the last few years, although it’s been hard going sometimes. I’m forty now, as you know perfectly well, but I’m still every bit as hot and randy as I was when I was twenty. Or seventeen, for that matter.

Now, Sharon, I want to be frank and honest with you and talk to you as if we were both the same age and not mother and daughter. I like the look of this Mickey Jones, even if he is a quiet studious boy who wears specs and not the big beefy hunk I imagined him to be when you first mentioned him and his cock. Not that I’m disappointed. Far from it; if anything, it makes him even more exciting in a way I can’t really explain.

I want his young cock, Sharon. I want his cock in my cunt, in my hands and in my mouth. I want his cock spurting cream over my belly and tits. Am I shocking you, Sharon?”

Well, to tell the truth, I was quite shocked but I was ever so impressed, too. I mean, here was my forty-year-old mum, Penny, my very own mother, coming out with this sort of stuff like pages from a fantasy sex story from the top shelf at the newsagent’s.

“I thought I guessed what you wanted, Mum”, I said. “I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday. If I can manage it for you, you’ll have to pay me back, you know. I haven’t thought how yet but I’m sure I’ll come up with something”.

Mum just nodded. She could hardly do anything else really, could she, because I was her only procuress, you see.

“He plays chess for the school; he’s quite a good player for his age. He’s been a regional schoolboy champion and that sort of thing. Now listen. You’ve decided you want to play chess and you need lessons. Paying lessons. I’ll find a chance to talk to Mickey and tell him you’ll pay him for a dozen chess lessons or so. Starting from scratch, I mean. You know, how the knights move, and queening and the en passant rule and the Sicilian defence and everything else.”

Mum already knew how to play chess quite well, of course; she’d taught me to play when I was nine. Still, I could see that she was thinking that my idea made sense. Frankly, I couldn’t think of any easier or better or more plausible way to lure Mickey Jones to our house.

“Timing might be a bit tricky. Let’s think about how to get him here when your dad’s safely out of the way”.

I agreed and we put our heads together. After a bit of thinking and talking, we came up with a plan that seemed to promise success so the very next day at school I walked up to Mickey Jones as bold as brass, with my heart thumping away nineteen to the dozen under my blouse and blazer. To my delight, he agreed right away. He loved chess and I could see he was pleased at the chance to earn a bit of pocket money doing something he enjoyed.’

‘Was it part of the plan that you’d be out of the way, Sharon?’ asked Sarah, thrilled and intrigued by Sharon’s story.

‘Yes. Mum insisted on my keeping well out of the way. That suited me well enough. I could practice playing Bach and Mozart on the big Bechstein in the school hall, or get on with doing my homework in the school library, while Penny was getting on with the business of seducing Mickey Jones.’

‘Go on, Sharon. We’re quite fascinated’, exclaimed Vicky.

‘So Mum played everything a hundred percent straight for the first two lessons, except that Mickey Jones was offered wine, which he accepted and drank willingly enough. On the third lesson, Mum dressed more like a woman going out for the evening in the West End than she had at first and she said that Mickey was visibly impressed. I asked her how things were going but Penny wasn’t spilling any beans at all. Not then, anyway.

“I’ll tell you how things are going when I’ve got my hands on his cock and not a minute sooner, Little Miss Curiosity”, she replied when I simply couldn’t contain myself any longer and asked if she was close to success.

Then everything changed dramatically the fourth time Mickey came to the house. I came home from piano practice at six and Mum was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt. More to the point, her face was still flushed with that unmistakable chaleur du lit which every sexually-experienced woman can recognise in a second. Not that I knew anything like that then, but I knew Mum well enough to know that something had certainly happened! She put her finger to her lips and practically pulled me upstairs, to my bedroom and pointed wordlessly at my rumpled bed with a big wet patch on the lower sheet. That’s where she’d taken Mickey Jones’ virginity, if you please!’

‘Why in your bedroom and not in hers?’ enquired Sarah, a little puzzled.

‘Think, silly! There were at least three reasons, as I later realised. First of all, she didn’t want Mickey to fuck her in the bed she shared with my dad. No point saying why; secondly, I was in on the secret and dad, obviously, wasn’t. But, most of all, she didn’t want there to be any overlooked traces of Mickey Jones in the marital bedroom. Adulteresses have to think of these things, you know’.

‘So what did Penny tell you had happened?’ asked Vicky, agog with excitement.

‘I was coming to that. She hugged me and practically shrieked with glee. Oh, she was absolutely exultant with triumph.

“Oh, what an afternoon! What terrific fun that was, Sharon.”

“Tell me all about it, Mum,” I urged her, but she told me to wait for five minutes. She got on with changing my sheets, pulling the crumpled ones off the bed and sniffing, yes sniffing, the wet patch like an oneophile savouring the bouquet of a rare and delectable Burgundy. Well, I must have looked puzzled and maybe even a little disgusted, because she held it out for me to sniff, too.

“Breathe in, Sharon. That’s the fragrance of gorgeous adulterous tenderness and passion; my cunt juice and Mickey’s lovely spunk and our sweat all mixed up together”. So I sniffed sharply and it wasn’t at all nasty, like I’d guessed it might be, silly innocent that I was back in those days, and then Mum kissed me and said she’d had a really wonderful time and it was all thanks to me, wonderfully clever daughter that I was. I was ever so chuffed, I can tell you.

Once we’d put fresh sheets on the bed and gone downstairs, Mum opened a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and we both drank some and told me all about it. I was all ears, I can tell you.

“Mickey and I drank a bottle of Chardonnay together and today he taught me some fundamental opening gambits, defence strategies and check mating moves, like fools’ mate. He really is a very good player, isn’t he?

Anyway, I could see he was casting sidelong glances at my cleavage and my thighs, so I leaned over the board to give him a better look and, as if by accident, nudged his foot under the table, which made him blush scarlet. Then I decided to take the bull by the horns and make the first move.

“Is it true what my daughter says about you being forbidden to climb a rope, Mickey?” I asked quietly. Gosh, if he’d blushed before, he turned practically crimson when he heard that and he just nodded, as if he’d been robbed of the power of speech.

“I want you to show me, Mickey,” I whispered. He stared at me as if he was imagining what he’d just heard and I smiled my most seductive smile and said it again.

“I want you to show me, Mickey. I want to see your lovely cock,” I’m not sure whether or not he was about to shake his head or refuse but I thought, well, in for a penny, in for a pound, and slid to my knees, shuffled over as nimbly as I could and simply put my two hands in his lap. Oh, Sharon, it is true; his cock isn’t monstrous but it’s certainly man-sized and obviously a real rarity among boys his age! I was looking up into his eyes and he was looking into mine and we didn’t say a word, just as though we were both in a fairy story and under a spell of enchantment.

For a moment, I toyed with the idea of jumping to my feet and leading him up to your room right away, but I thought that a little prolonged seduction was probably the better approach, so I unzipped his grey school trousers, fished his prick out of his undies and leaned over and kissed it.

“It’s lovely, Mickey.” I whispered. “Oh, what a splendid manhood you have!” Then I began licking and sucking him as gently as I could manage, because I was feeling like a woman possessed, overwhelmed, by raw lust. A really randy out-of-control nymphomaniac, Sharon!

“Did he say anything, Mum?”

“No, he just moaned and sighed while his dickie was in my mouth and my throat. Later on he told me he’d read about women sucking men’s cocks, but he never imagined he’d be seduced by an voracious older woman, a mother of a teenage girl. That was the very word he used, voracious! So, there’s not much to tell about me fellating Mickey, really, is there? I was sucking him and kissing his cock while it was swelling to its full stiffness and then I wanked his shaft until he came in my mouth. Gallons of lovely creamy spunk gurgling down my throat, Sharon! Wonderful! I swallowed every drop, too. You’d have been ever so proud of your mum if you’d been there to watch, darling!”

Then Mum looked at me rather sharply, as if she was suddenly aware that she’d said rather the wrong thing. I held my tongue, because the very same thing was going though my mind, too; I knew I wanted to see Mickey’s cock, if perhaps not actually suck it myself.

“What did you do next, Mum?” I asked brightly. It had been a tense moment but it had passed, or so I hoped.

“I stood up, bent over him and kissed him on the lips. Then I took him by the hand, with his softening dickie still lolling out of his flies, and led him up to your room and undressed him ever so slowly while we were standing up facing one another. He’s quite pale and skinny but not at all bad-looking naked. He’s not hairy like some men, thank God! There’s a lovely nest of chestnut curls above his cock and a few nice strands under his arms but not much.”

“So then what did you do, Mum?”

“I asked Mickey to undo my dress at the back and undress me. Oh, Sharon, he is, was, so marvellously inexperienced that his fingers were trembling when he put his arms round me to feel my breasts and caress my nipples.”

“Gosh, Mum! Then what did you two do? It must have been an awful lot, judging from that big wet spot on my sheet.”

“That was mainly me gushing like a geyser, I think. Sharon, I’ve been strictly monogamous for ages now, so a lovely adventure like today’s was really thrilling. Honestly, I was in such a state of erotic fury inside that I could hardly control myself. So, anyway, when Mickey’s fumbling fingers had eventually undressed me completely, I tore the bedclothes off your bed, pushed him back onto it and squeezed next to him, kissing him and telling him what a lovely boy he was. Well, he is, I ought to say. He is a lovely boy, too. Really. By this time his cock was rock-hard again, marvellous. So I just straddled him, slid my moist cunt straight down on him and rode him like a woman possessed until I’d come twice and then he spurted all the way up inside me. Mickey’s second come of the day and inside my hungry voracious cunt, too!. Marvellous!”

“Was that all?” I asked, just a little bit disappointed.

“Oh, goodness no, Sharon! A boy of Mickey’s age can fuck for hours if he’s treated kindly but firmly by a girl or woman who knows what she’s doing. I led Mickey to the bathroom and we showered together. I soaped him and showed him how to wash my belly, thighs and my spunk-dripping cunt. For just a second, when I was soaping him, I felt like sliding a finger up his bottom and teasing his prostate gland and get him really excited but I thought that doing something like that might scare him. Plenty of time for that sort of thing later on!”

“Oh, Mum! You really are wicked!”

“Not compared to some women I’ve known at one time or another, Sharon. So, once we were rinsed off and toweled dry, I took Mickey back to your bedroom and taught him how to please a woman with his fingers and tongue. My goodness, remembering the feeling of Mickey’s tongue on my clitoris makes feel practically faint. In fact, just thinking about young Mickey makes me feel moist this very minute”.

“Feel moist?” I asked stupidly.

“Feel moist you-know-where, Sharon, you silly!” my mum retorted. “In my cunt, my puss, my vagina!”

By this time I was feeling quite wet myself and I’d decided that I wanted to see this stuff going on, at the very least, but I knew my mum well enough to keep quiet. I knew I’d find a way to get round to getting my own way sooner or later, especially since my mum was now more-or-less in my power. So the next three chess lessons, so-called, were spent with Mickey as the learner and my mum as the teacher.

When I came home at six one day, Mum was almost too exhausted to talk to me.

“Oh, Sharon! He must have fucked me every way I’ve ever heard of and a few more besides! I’m shagged out, literally; I must have had a dozen orgasms!”

Then I dropped my bombshell.

“Mum, I want to watch you and Mickey Jones fucking”.

I held my breath and waited for the explosion but none came. You see, Mum had already guessed that sooner or later my curiosity would get the better of me. Later on, she told me what she’d been turning over in her mind. Mum knew that I had the power to let the cat well and truly out of the bag by telling my dad what had been going on between Mum and Mickey Jones, but that would implicate me, of course, and such a disclosure would ruin everything once and for all, with really horrible consequences. On the other hand, if I became her collaborator I’d have a vested interest in keeping everything a well-kept secret, just like any conspirator

“Yes, I’ve been thinking about that for a little while now and I rather thought you would. Now, listen to me, Sharon. I’m talking as your best friend Penny now, not as your mother. Mickey is a virile young chap; he isn’t firing blanks. If you’re content with a spot of oral sex and kissing and hugging, there’s no problem, but my guess is that you’ll want Mickey’s beautiful stiff dickie in your pretty little puss in next to no time.”

I could hardly believe my ears; here was my mum treating me as an adult co-conspirator, not as her little daughter. Well, we just looked into one another’s eyes and then hugged each other. Mum marched me down to the doctor’s surgery that very evening and got me put on the pill, just like any sensible mother with an adolescent daughter does. To take care of the immediate future, she taught me how to use condoms. On the day of the next so-called chess lesson I raced home immediately after school, changed into jeans and a gingham shirt, and wriggled under the double bed in my parents’ bedroom. It sounds so silly and melodramatic, like an episode in a ‘Famous Five’ story, but Mum and I had agreed that it fitted the bill well enough and would keep me safely out of the way.

Well, Mickey Jones came at his appointed hour, rang the doorbell, and was admitted by Mum. After sharing most of a bottle of wine, they came upstairs and I held my breath. Mum and I had agreed a signal but I wasn’t altogether sure that she’d keep her wits about her and remember it, once she was in the throes of passion. I was wrong, though. When I heard her squeal, “Fuck me, Mickey! Fuck me, Mickey! Fuck me, darling Mickey!” I came to life and squirmed out from my hiding place, quickly dusted myself as best I could and strolled into my bedroom as easy as you please.

Mum was in her favourite fucking position, forward cowboy, astride Mickey with her fingers interlaced with his and her eyes looking into his, and I could see the glistening shaft of Mickey’s cock and his taut scrotum just under my mum’s bottom. Jesus, what a sight that was for my virgin’s eyes! My forty-year old mum, Penny, was impaled on the sturdy stiff cock of a sixteen-year-old schoolboy, the school chess champion. This was the first time I’d seen a cock, except for baby boys’ little dickies. Mickey saw me at once but Mum’s back was towards me, just as we’d planned earlier.

“Oh, my God, Penny!” yelped Mickey. “It’s Sharon. Your daughter’s here!”

Mum turned her head and grinned at me, her face flushed and glowing.

“Hello, darling. Come to watch, have you? Come in, it’s your bedroom, after all.”

“And my bed, too, I might add! Well, Mickey Jones, who’s been shafting my mum in my bed?”

Mickey looked as sheepish and abashed as any naked male I’ve ever seen in all my life, and I’ve seen quite a few now, I can tell you.

“He’s so surprised to see you that his lovely dickie’s going soft in my cunt, Sharon. Look”.

With that, my mum pulled herself off Mickey’s prick and lay beside him on my narrow single bed. Mum’s cunt was glistening and open and Mickey’s prick was lolling softly on his thigh. I was rooted to the spot and staring at it like Balboa seeing the Pacific in 1513.

“Don’t move an inch or say a single word, Mickey, darling” Mum murmured. “We’ll soon have your beautiful cock up and flying in a minute or two. There’s no rush. No hurry at all.”

My mum looked up at me where I was standing next to the bed and our eyes met. Everything was going just as we’d planned.

“Take off your clothes, Sharon. Show Mickey what you’ve got. Don’t be shy, my love,” my mum said quietly.

Well, although I’d practiced this exact scene in my mind a score of times or more, I was still blushing beetroot-red as I unbuttoned my shirt and let Mickey see my naked breasts. Oh, I was excited all right. My nipples were as stiff as they’d ever been and I knew from the dampness in my panties that I was getting excited all over.

“Take off the rest and show Mickey your lovely curly bush, darling”.

I looked straight at Mickey and his eyes were as wide as saucers when I pulled down my jeans and panties, kicked them aside, and stood next to the bed with my hands on my hips and my legs slightly parted.

“Tell me what you see, Mickey. Describe my daughter to me as though you were talking to me on the telephone,” my mum whispered in Mickey Jones’ ear.

“Sharon’s lovely,” Mickey murmured. “She’s got small, firm breasts and a flat tummy and a lovely light brown triangle of curly hair on her mons veneris. Less hair than you have on yours, Penny, and her tits are a lot smaller than yours, too.”

By now my mum had put her hand gently on Mickey’s cock and was fondling him slowly and gently.

“Tell my daughter you think she’s pretty, Mickey,” said my mum quietly. “All women like flattery; you’ve got to appeal to a woman’s vanity, you know. Learn that and you’ve learned a lot”.

“You’re more than just pretty, Sharon. You’re beautiful, you really are. You’re an absolutely beautiful girl”.

I laughed at what Mickey had just said and raised my arm as if to smack him. God, I was enjoying every moment of all of this, not to mention relishing the flattery!

“Oh, you flatterer. You’re only saying that because I’m naked and my mum’s playing with your cock and getting you excited again, you naughty boy.”

Mum giggled. I could see that she was enjoying herself as much as I was.

“Now, Mickey, be masterful! Tell Sharon to turn round and bend over.”

By now I was certain that Mickey was feeling a lot more relaxed and self-confident. He obeyed my mum’s instructions and I complied at once, reaching right down so my fingertips were touching the carpet and doing my best to stifle my giggles.

“Tell her to spread her legs a little more. Tell her you want to feast your eyes on her lovely bum, Mickey”.

Mickey told me to spread a little wider and I obeyed him. I began to wonder what one earth was going on in Mum’s mind.

“Describe her to me, Mickey. What can you see? Tell me.”

“Oh, Penny, her bottom’s lovely and round and smooth, Sharon’s puss is just a thin pink line and I can only just see a tiny glimpse of her pussy hair, but I can see her exquisite little bumhole very well. It looks every bit as kissable as yours, Penny”.

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll let you kiss her sweet little bum all over if you ask her nicely, Mickey”.

Believe me, I could hardly believe my burning ears. Had Mickey been kissing my mum’s bum and her arsehole? The very thought was almost incomprehensible to me.

“Good boy, you described her very nicely. Sharon, Mickey’s cock’s as stiff now as I’ve ever seen it or felt it. Come here and wriggle up next to us, darling.”

Somehow, despite the narrowness of the single bed, I managed to squeeze beside Mickey. My mum was on her side, squeezed against the wall.

“What does my Mum’s puss look like, Mickey?” I asked him teasingly.

“When she’s excited and just been fucked her lovely sex looks like a ripe plum ready to be sucked, Sharon. Your mother’s got a beautiful cunt, she really has!”

“He’s only ever seen one pussy until now and that’s mine, Sharon. Reach out and help me wank Mickey’s lovely cock, darling,” whispered my mum.

I reached over, my heart thumping away like a jackhammer, and my hand joined my mum’s

“Oh, Mum, it feels lovely, it really does! It’s soft and hard at the same time. Gosh, it’s so hot, too!”

Then my mum took her hand away and left Mickey’s penis all to me. I clasped my fist around the stiff shaft, just like she’d been doing.

“Does that feel nice, Mickey?” teased my mum in a whisper. “Does Sharon’s slim hand feel good on your pretty young cock, my lovely fucker?”

“Oh, please don’t move your hand, Sharon! If you move your hand, I’ll come, I know I will,” moaned Mickey. I felt a bit sorry for him, being teased like this

I kept my hand still and looked at Mum. She was grinning from ear to ear, her free arm draped around Mickey’s neck, her fingers playing with his nipple. What she said next stunned me.

“Kiss Mickey’s prick, Sharon. Don’t be scared. It won’t bite you,” said my mum.

I gulped, looked at Mickey’s face and lowered my head.

“Kiss his cock and balls all over, darling!” my mum said firmly. So I kissed the swollen purple head and the shaft of Mickey’s prick, then his balls in their bag and then I buried my face in the curls at the root of his cock and blew just a little. Mum had told me what to do in great detail; she’d even had me practicing with a banana and two small apricots! Even so, I’d been more than just a bit apprehensive when confronted with the real thing. At first, that is, but by this time I was really enjoying myself.

“Well, Mickey, what do you think of her so far? Is my randy young daughter as good a cocksucker as I am?’ Mum demanded playfully. “Shall we train her as a fellatrice, Mickey?”

Mickey was gasping deliriously by now. I met his eyes as I glanced up and his face was almost scarlet with excitement. Well, think about it! How many schoolboys of Mickey’s age have had their cocks sucked and kissed by a naked virginal schoolgirl while they’re being cuddled and caressed by the girl’s naked mother?

“It’s time for your first fuck, I think, Sharon,” said Mum. “Get on top of Mickey, darling. That way you can control the pressure and be in control. Mickey, my sweet, I want you to be gentle with my little girl. Fuck her politely and gently or I’ll be very, very cross, and disappointed, with you. Understood?”

Well, this might have seemed incongruous or even bizarre but I really appreciated just how careful and sweet my mother was being and how she so obviously wanted my first experience of sex to be a lovely and memorable pleasure and nothing at all like the sort of experience all too many women look back on, an occasion far better forgotten than remembered with a smile of nostalgic pleasure. So, anyway, I got on top of Mickey and my mum reached into her blouse pocket and produced a condom, which she rolled carefully down onto Mickey’s prick after bending her head to kiss and lick the purple head of it affectionately and then, giggling just a little, she eased me into position and told me to slide myself down onto Mickey’s cock and I did just what she told me and I nearly fainted with the thrilling pleasure of feeling a male organ inside me for the very first time in my life. Oh, God in Heaven! It was indescribably lovely. Absolutely heavenly. Know what I mean, Sarah?’

Sarah, thinking of her experiences with Michael Butterworth in Cheltenham and, more recently, with Donald, Vicky Seddon’s husband, nodded understandingly.

‘Oh, yes, Sharon. I know just how totally wonderful the right sort of introduction to sexual pleasure can be for a really lucky girl like you were. You were ever so wonderfully lucky. So was I, but in a very different sort of set of circumstances.’

Sarah grinned lasciviously and licked her lips as her eyes met Vicky’s.

‘Go on, Sharon,’ breathed Vicky. ‘I feel so lewd and shameless just hearing this!’

‘So there I was, with my cunt open, willing and totally available yet fully under control and enjoying myself enormously, the very picture of a young Jezebel in her prime relishing the glorious and delectable experience of being deflowered by my mother’s lover. So I looked into Mickey’s face and then into my Mum’s and she leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

“Push down hard, darling,” she said. “It’ll hurt but you’ve just got to be brave for a moment”.

“Yes, Mum,” I replied and gritted my teeth and then I pushed my torso right down as firmly as I could and, yes, it did hurt and I gasped with the sudden pain and then I pulled up and pushed down so hard again that I think I probably hurt Mickey just a little when my pubic bone bashed hard against his; like dodgems meeting head-on.

“Brave girl, Sharon!” exclaimed my Mum just before she leaned over to kiss Mickey on the lips. “She’s not a virgin any more, Mickey. Fuck her! Give her a lovely energetic upward fuck like I taught you, darling!”

Oh, Christ, I was nearly fainting with the delicious sensation of having Mickey’s lovely cock all the way inside me! I just felt he fit me beautifully as he reared his loins and shoved his prick right into me and I took one final breath and squeezed his erect, thrilling, filling, cock with all the power I could put into my vaginal muscles and I hung on, squeezing and squeezing his cock with all my might and Mickey, below me, was ramming and thrusting and plunging his cock into me while Mum was stroking his shoulders and caressing his face. His face was almost purple with the effort he was putting into this wonderful fast upward fuck and was glowing with affection, admiration and love. Oh yes, love, believe me. Love, real love! It was love at first fuck between me and Mickey and I was as totally astonished as he was, believe me; it wasn’t something I’d anticipated or even thought about but I could feel the love in his stiff prick as it slammed into me and love in the way his curling public hairs meshed with the modest tendrils of my adolescent bush.

“Make it last, Mickey. Stop if you think you’re going to come; I don’t want you to come just yet. Give Sharon all the pleasure you can, darling boy!” murmured my Mum.

Then, all of a sudden, I was in the throes of a climactic orgasm so intense, and shrieking, squealing and howling so loudly, that my mum had to jump up and clamp a hand over my mouth. So there I was sprawled in Mickey’s arms, still gasping for breath after that titanic, all-consuming, orgasm, while my lovely mother kneeled beside the bed and stroked Mickey’s hair, then mine, then Mickey’s again. At last, she smiled understandingly and spoke.

“Yes, you two certainly do look pretty good together, if I may say so. Goody. Now listen to me, you two. I’ve been thinking about things. Mickey, it’s time for a revelation; I may as well tell you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I honestly and truly enjoyed our chess lessons very much but while you were teaching me the Ruy Lopez opening and the Sicilian Defence and so on, I was positively dripping with lust. To put it simply, I had a letch for you from the very first moment I saw you.

My lovely clever Sharon, the wanton harlot in your arms at this very moment, figured out how to get you under this roof and into my clutches. Having said that, I’ve become more than fond of you and I’d be absolutely distraught if you stopped screwing me and making me shriek like a banshee with your lovely stiff young prick, so we’ll make a deal, shall we? Are you listening to me, Mickey?’

“Of course I’m listening, Penny’, Mickey replied seriously, still naked and in my arms.

“You’re not to make love to Sharon more often than you make love to me! What happens in threesomes won’t count, but for every boy-girl fuck that Sharon gets, I get a boy-woman fuck. Understood and agreed?”

Mickey looked at me, to see my reaction before replying. I giggled and nodded emphatically.

“Yes, Penny. We won’t cheat, will we Sharon?” said Mickey, ever so sincerely.

“I promise not to cheat, Mum,” I said as solemnly as I could, given that all three of us were naked and that I was slowly licking Mickey’s sweat from his nipples while this conversation was going on.

“Mum, what if I, well, what if I fall in love with Mickey, Mum?” Mum looked at the two of us and started giggling.

“Sometimes I’m convinced you think your silly old fool of a mother is slow-witted! You do, don’t you, Sharon? Goodness me, I’d thought of that! Of course I had and I’ll be absolutely delighted if you two fall in love with one another. Even so, a deal’s a deal and I get Mickey’s cock in my needy cunt as often as you have him inside yours, Sharon. Agreed?”

“Oh yes, I suppose so, Mum” I said, the moment I’d thought about how things stood and how Mum needed Mickey’s attentive loving just as much as I did.

Then Mum wriggled onto the bed and squirmed in between us, so that one arm was around my neck so her fingers were brushing and teasing one of my nipples and the other hand was gently caressing Mickey’s soft prick affectionately.

“Right; let me tell you both what’s going through my mind. If you two were to become open and acknowledged boyfriend and girlfriend, you could be round here quite often, Mickey. I may be wrong and I want you to forgive me if I am wrong, but I rather think you’d like that wouldn’t you, having a mother and daughter to slake your adolescent lust at every possible opportunity, you beautiful horny boy.”

“I’d certainly try to do my best to give satisfaction, Penny,” agreed Mickey with a chuckle. So there we were, the naked three of us, all happily agreed and harmonious. Mum was more than ready for another fuck, so I reluctantly stretched and got up so that Mickey and Mum could have plenty of room to make love in that small bedroom of mine, with Mickey’s school uniform, tie and satchel littering the floor along with my jeans and shirt and panties.’

‘Did you and your Mum ever, well, touch one another when you were making love with Mickey?’ enquired Sarah softly.

Sharon grinned hugely and slapped her thigh with raucous merriment.

‘You mean did we engage in a little genteel lezzie sex to titillate and amuse Mickey, dear? Actually, although the thought had certainly crossed both our minds, we didn’t. Not really, I mean.’

‘Not really?’ prompted Vicky, intrigued.

‘Oh, we cuddled closely often enough. Once, Mickey suggested that we might try licking his spunk out of one another’s cunts, but Mum insisted Mickey use his fingers as a spoon.
‘”You naughty, naughty boy, Mickey! Use your fingers; scoop your spunk out of me and feed it to Sharon. She’ll lick your fingers, won’t you, my love?” and I agreed at once, because although I would certainly have been willing enough, Mum felt the incest taboo was a line not to be crossed and that mother-daughter cunnilingus was just too outré to be within the pounds of permissibility. To this very day, we’ve never touched one another’s pussies. Honestly and truly! Cross my smotherer’s wicked heart and hope to die!’

Sarah and Vicky exchanged knowing glances and laughed.

‘Rather “A Man with a Maid” sort of suggestion on Mickey’s part’, said Vicky with a knowing grin.

‘How about a little bumsex?’ asked Sarah casually. ‘Did Mickey get into your narrowest and tightest portal of love?’

‘Oh, never that! No, Mickey’s beloved cock never got up my virgin arse, I’m sad to say. To be frank about it, in my heart of hearts, I have a rooted aversion to buggerfucking, but once’s my blood’s up and I’m sufficiently excited, I’m pretty well game for any depravity you can bloody well imagine! Mickey buggered Mum’s bum while I watched and egged them both on a few times, more as a novelty than anything else. I never did anal sex with Mickey, though, and now I’m rather sorry that Mickey didn’t take all three of my virginities. I’ve often thought about it and now I wish he had fucked my bottom when I was a teenager.’

Sharon excused herself and disappeared in the direction of the bathroom.

‘God’s teeth! She’s amazing, isn’t she, Vicky?’ whispered Sarah sotto voce.

‘She certainly is, Sarah. I think I told you that she’s not at all the sort of silly witless suburban woman who needs the pretence of gathering in a wicca coven before they’ll take the plunge and do anything sexually adventurous; scrawny part-time art teachers and plump frumps who ought to be making jam with the Women’s Institute. Wait until you hear the rest!’

‘Oh those afternoons of amorous dalliance were wonderful and they’re still a treasured memory,’ said Sharon on her return. Mickey would arrive on his drop-handlebar bicycle on a weekend morning and I’d drag him into the potting shed at the end of the garden. “Mickey, fuck me! Right here and right now!” I’d demand and I’d pull his shorts and his undies down to his ankles and he’d have me with my arse pressed up against the bags of potting compost. Yes, I was a young schoolgirl in love and shamelessly afire with ravenous lust twenty-four hours a day.’

‘I’m so envious of you, I really, really am!’ exclaimed Sarah.

‘And I’d make him suck himself off in front of me, too. Mickey was so blessed with a more-than-average dick for a boy his age, as you know, and his torso was so agile and lithe and limber that he was one of those rare males who could suck his own cock’.

‘Autofellatio, as it’s called, Sarah,’ added Vicky helpfully. ‘Not many chaps can do it.’

‘Yes, that always excited me enormously! He discovered he could do it while he was exercising at him in the nude and he told me and I insisted he show me. Gosh, when Mum first saw him do it, she said it was grossly vile, perverted and disgusting but then she softened and said it was enormously exciting to watch and she’d shudder with mingled distaste and excitement and caress Mickey’s back while he was sucking himself to orgasm and I was kneeling between his knees and wanking the shaft of his cock. Then all three of us would kiss and share his spunk.’

‘Three-way snowballing! How lovely and what a splendidly racy idea!’ exclaimed Sarah.

‘Oh yes, it was all lovely. All of it, Sarah. Ages later, I was given a cutely pretty “Hello Kitty” vibrator and called it “Mickey”, of course.’

‘When did smothering suggest itself?’ prompted Vicky, changing the subject abruptly. ‘You know, queening, or whatever it’s called.’

‘Oh, the first step towards Mum and me becoming a mother-and-daughter domination team came a few weeks after our first three-way encounter, purely by chance. As you know, Mickey was Mum’s lover and mine, too, but he wasn’t at all what you’d call a dirty-minded boy. I mean, he hadn’t read anything much about sex or wanted to get hold of a copy of ‘Lady Chatterley’s Love’ or even had a real girlfriend before Mum took his seduction in hand.

Anyway, we three were in my bedroom, as usual and Mickey had a surprise for us. “Someone lent me a pornographic magazine,” said Mickey, almost shyly. “Well, it isn’t really a sex magazine, but it’s sort of exciting in a way. I thought you’d be, well, amused to look at it.”

Mickey fished in his school satchel, which was on the floor next to the bed, and produced the magazine and gave it to me. It was an American publication, obviously passed from hand to hand for years and very shabby and dog-eared, called ‘Strict Smothering Broads’. I flicked through it in dumbfounded and totally tongue-tied fascination because I’d never seen anything even remotely like it before. It was full of black and white photographs of women in complicated underwear and stockings and high heels bossing men around, smoking cigarettes in long cigarette-holders and making men lick their high-heeled shoes and, most amazing of all to my young and still very innocent eyes, sitting on men’s faces as they lay on the floor for all the world as if they were trying to smother them to death with their backsides.

‘This is horrid and nasty and grotesque!” I remember exclaiming. Then Mum snatched it from me and began looking through it and a moment later she started laughing fit to burst. I thought for a moment she was quite literally hysterical and wondered if I ought to slap her to make her snap out of it. She wiped her eyes and reached out to Mickey to hug him close.

“Well, Mickey, this vile and very old-fashioned American pornography of yours is quite an eye-opener for both of you, isn’t it? Me, too, I have to admit. Do you find this sort of kinky stuff exciting, darling? Goodness, if you do and you’d like to try, I can put on all my least comfortable undies, suspender belts, black stockings and girdles and everything else and then I’ll sit on your face until you can hardly breathe and you’re begging for mercy. Would you fancy that, my sweet boy?”

Mickey looked at us both, rather stunned.

“Go on, Mum,” I laughed. “Put on all your undies and girdles and stuff like that and sit on Mickey’s face. Show him who’s boss!”

So Mum did and Mickey acted out the role of a submissive male, lying prone on the bedroom floor. My goodness, it didn’t last long! Pretty soon there was a muffled gasping and gurgling from beneath Mum’s bum and Mum just wriggled until Mickey very nearly passed out! Gosh, how I laughed when his despairing protests were rewarded with a loud derisive snort and even, awful though it is to add this sordid detail, a sharp little fart Mum managed for the occasion!’

‘Depraved aroma therapy, Sharon!’ hooted Vicky. ‘Very Marquis de Sade, too!’

‘Yes, that was a super little extra on the bill of fare, wasn’t it? So now you both know how we got started; that’s how we took our first steps as a mother-and-daughter domination team, playing silly bedroom games with Mickey Jones on the fitted carpet of my bedroom floor.’

‘Did your Dad never find out about you and your mother sharing the affections of your boyfriend, Sharon?’ enquired Sarah softly, unable to contain her curiosity.

‘Oh, we kept the whole affair a secret from my dad very successfully, bless him. When he died from a sudden heart attack six months later he was none the wiser about my mum’s frolics with Mickey Jones. Or mine either, thank goodness! What’s more, I felt my mum had managed everything splendidly well; she had lots more health and vitality and, strangely enough, I know that she was demanding, and getting, a lot more sex with my dad than she’d had before she started her fun and games with Mickey Jones. Well, not that Mum was suffering from a severe case of dependent wife syndrome or anything of the kind’, added Sharon unnecessarily.

‘It seems to be a fact of life, Sharon. A woman who’s getting some exciting fucking as a side dish relishes the main meal in her life all the more!’

When Sharon excused herself for five minutes to check her incoming e-mail, Sarah asked Vicky about Mickey Jones.

‘Where is he now, Vicky? I’d simply love to meet him, I really would. Any chance?’

In reply, Vicky pursed her lips, shook her head and leaned close to Sarah.

‘No hope at all, darling. Mickey Jones had a strong altruistic streak without being any sort of soppy bleeding-heart do-goodie. Two years ago he was reporting on an aid project in Cambodia when the bus in which he was travelling drove over a landmine and he was killed outright. It took Penny and Sharon quite a while to get over his loss, but they did. They grieved and mourned his loss bitterly but then they gritted their teeth and accepted Mickey’s death as karma. That bitter ache when a loved one, a really and truly beloved one, is snatched away gradually diminishes.’

‘Oh God, how sad!’ said Sarah, quite stunned. ‘So eventually they got over it and Sharon’s now a graduate student in Women’s Studies at Essex University, isn’t she? Well, most of the time, I mean. When she’s not being an assistant smotherer.’

The doorbell rang and Sharon left her computer and ran to the front door.

‘That’ll be Mum coming now.’

Penny Ledger, energetic and obviously in glowing health in spite of her undeniable plumpness, swept into the room, her face glowing. She kissed her daughter affectionately and smiled warmly at Vick and Sarah before helping herself to a large Bushmills with ice and briskly getting down to business.

‘Well, talk about amazing luck, Sharon. As it happens, there are two men coming here today, not just one. What’s more, they even know one another and both of them are cool about being, well, serviced at one and the same time. The phone in my handbag started ringing the moment I’d finished locking the car. Come on, Sharon, introduce me!’

Introductions were quickly effected.

‘Sharon was telling us about how you two became interested in smothering,’ said Vicky.

‘Oh, yes. It all stemmed from Mickey Jones being given an American fetishist magazine. Odd how life turns out, isn’t it? Anyway, if you don’t have to race away, today’s the day that you’ll see us queening for yourselves.’

‘Face-sitting’s also called queening?’ queried Sarah, intrigued.

It’s when a man’s face is smothered by a woman who’s wearing panties and so on bestraddles his face, facing his feet. Then, depending on what boundaries he’s set in the conversation you’ve had beforehand, one abuses him verbally and pretends to kick him for a bit, then lowers oneself so that his face is quite simply blotted out, smothered, by one’s arse. Usually one simply wriggles around until he’s had enough but a few clients like to be wanked while they’re being queened. They pay extra for being wanked, of course!’

Sharon glanced up at her mother and then at Sarah and Vicky

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘Sit on my face and tell me that you love me, xxxxxxxxxxxxxx’

‘Yes, I’ll sit on your face and tell you that I love you, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx’.

‘Go on, sit on his face and tell him that you love him, xxxxxxxxx’.

I like an obedient and submissive man rims and reams’

and is spanked by Sharon / Penny queening: sit on face

xxxxxxxxxx

telephone call

‘Sarah, would you mind being a serving-maid at a party in Kew? I know you’d love the role and the costume, too. There’s a delectably saucy costume for you to wear.

‘A maid’s costume? Let’s see it, Vicky,’ replied Sarah enthusiastically.

Vicky unearthed the costume and held it aloft on its hanger.

‘Oh, this is terrific! You want me to wear this grotesque outfit, with my tits on display for all to see, and circulate with drinks and canapés and cigarettes, eavesdropping on everyone’s conversations, just like a real maid would? What a simply ripping idea!’

11. THE WILDEST DREAMS OF KEW

Quite a dykefest tonight. Actually, not just a dykefest; there and impressive range of standard and non-standard deviations on display.

As she circulated in her ludicrous travesty of a maid’s costume, attentively serving cocktails, Sarah caught snatches of absorbing interest in the low susurrus of conversation.

………..sophisticated and libidinous degenerates

‘Yes, I had a black lady’s tongue in my bottom and the Japanese lecturer’s very experienced tongue in my cunt. Both at the same time! Quite marvellous fun and so very exciting, I can tell you …’

Sawako?

‘Yes, isn’t multiracial sapphic sex such adorable fun! Black girls and women have delectably wiry pussy hair; one comes to simply adore the aromatic fragrance of an African girl’s Brillo pad!

A Scottish barmaid with a lovely big muff, sweating like a stoker as I dildoed her with the biggest strap-on in my collection

…………………………..

A plump suburban housewife, the adoring and attentive mother of two small children, joyously accommodated three penises, one in her anus, a second in her vagina and a third in her mouth.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Her hands groped unavailingly for more stimulation so Sarah obligingly knelt next to the entwined quartet and, taking the woman’s left hand, led it to her own vagina. Despite the penis occupying her mouth, the woman grunted with satisfaction as she felt Sarah’s saliva-slick pubic hair and moist sex.

……………………………………..

He whored me to the darts team and I loved it. Really, really loved it. I felt totally insatiable Oh, Barbara Lodge is a thoroughly competent wife and adoring mother of two little kids but she still relishes a really good fucking every so often. By other dicks than just her husband’s, I mean.

Then I did the same to him with three women I rustled together, not without a fair bit of persuasion. He was shagged to a standstill

As a young teen, I was inordinately proud of my womanly bush and well-developed breasts. I’d parade and preen in front on the full-length mirror in the hall when I was alone in the house.

There’s seldom anything wrong with a frigid woman that the brisk application of a riding-crop won’t cure

12. ‘HAS ANYONE SEEN MY BOARHIDE SCOURGE?’

Sarah McTiernan was in the house on Eel Pie Island and languidly reading a slender volume of verse taken from Helen Brockbank’s eclectic collection.

Tush holes are red
Bum cheeks are soft
Spread my ass now
I want to feel your hard cock
But first you must lick me
And loosen my tush
After you kiss and caress me
I want to feel you inside my bum
I want to feel our hearts racing,
your cock pulsing and my bum opening up
Alisha Klass

Was Alisha Klass a nom-de-plume, Sarah wondered idly before shutting the book and sliding it back to its place. Who on earth would write such stuff? Then again, why not?

Helen bounced into the room as energetically as a healthy puppy. She was attired in a chunky woolen sweater, scarlet jogging pants and running trainers.

‘Reading some of the saucy stuff I’ve picked up and been given over the years, were you, Sarah?’

‘It’s interesting to see what other people like reading,’ Sarah laughed

‘Oh, that’s some of the stuff my sister gave me before she whizzed off to Amsterdam last month. We used to read all sorts of saucy and dirty books together, she and I. That’s what everyone always said about us, that we were up to no good, as per usual. Well, you know how wicked young girls can be, I’m sure, Sarah.’

‘Oh yes, I most certainly do, Helen’.

‘We delighted to read exactly the sort of books which were claimed, back in those dim and distant days, to have a tendency to corrupt and deprave’.

‘What books were they, the books which tended to corrupt and deprave? Have I read any of them?’

‘Oh, what books were they? Let me think of the best, the very best. Frank Harris’s ‘My Life and Loves’ and ‘Fanny Hill’, of course. Then there was ‘The Way of a Man and a Maid’, which I absolutely loved, especially the chapter with Jack’s cleverly unscrupulous use of his trapping chair. Oh yes, ‘The Romance of Lust’, with that wonderful governess, Miss Frankland, fucking Charlie’s sisters, Mary and young Lizzie, with her big red clitoris and then there was Walter’s ‘My Secret Life’, especially Walter’s exquisite hour or two of dalliance with Millicent and Louise, those splendidly depraved young tarts. It makes me feel sad even now to think that they’re both dead of old age long ago. Then there was that thrillingly filthy stuff in French by Pierre Loüys about the three sisters and their mother, ‘Trois Filles de Leur Mère’ and, of course, I adored Aubrey Beardsley’s ‘Under the Hill’, with Venus in her silk morning frock masturbating her pet unicorn and all sorts of wonderfully filthy things going on that I simply couldn’t quite make out because the text was so difficult to understand.’

‘In good pornography and erotica, people seem to be in a constant state of nymphomania and satyriasis’, said Sarah, delighted to be using such an erudite vocabulary in the presence of a kindred spirit.

‘Good dirty literature always gets me horny, Sarah. When I was a real devotee and avid reader and re-reader, I’d have an onrush of salacious desires several times every day, thank goodness. I don’t think I could face life without feeling voluptuously lewd at least a couple of times a day. I was born a libertine and I hope to die one, too.’

‘All women need good orgasms’, said Sarah, looking her hostess in the eye steadily as she spoke. Helen met Sarah’s gaze and bent to unfasten the laces of her trainers.

‘Yes, you can always tell the consistently orgasmic woman. She’s contented, good-natured, insightful and self-confident,’ rejoined Sarah as she began to unbutton her checked shirt.

‘Anything else, Sarah?’

‘You can tell her at a glance. She’s independent, realistic and strong,’ Sarah replied, standing to unfasten her denim jeans.

‘Oh, super. Should she be capable and understanding, too?’ asked Helen, now naked from the waist downwards.

‘Yes, Helen, she should. And a poor sad wretched non-orgasmic woman?’

‘Oh a whole catalogue of sins and shortcomings are her unhappy lot, Sarah. A woman who doesn’t have any orgasms at all is usually bitter and despondent, dissatisfied and distrustful, fussy and immature, inhibited, prejudiced and sulky. Not like us, Sarah.’

‘No, not at all like us, Helen darling. We women who enjoy good orgasms have proper attitudes; a result of adequate and efficient stimulation, zeal and unembarrassed enthusiasm

X
X
X

‘You’ll enjoy meeting Beryl

13. SEATS CANED

‘So what started out as an enjoyable hobby gradually became a full-time occupation, Beryl?’ asked Sarah thoughtfully. From the upstairs window Richmond Park was a green Impressionist blur in the grey English rain.

‘Not quite dependably full-time yet but you’re right. As word got around that I was sensitive to male needs and totally dependable and very, very discreet as well as being skilled at role-playing and staying in character, I simply had more clients than I was able to handle sometimes.’

‘You said that you’ve got a client, a real paying customer, coming to be whipped or caned today?’

‘Yes, Sarah. This very day. Isn’t that convenient for you? Would you be interested in watching me at work by any chance?’

‘Watch a real professional dominatrix at work? You bet I would!’

‘Actually, you could join in, if you wanted, Sarah. You wouldn’t mind dressing up a bit for the occasion, would you? The clients rather like a spot of fancy dress on these occasions, you see,’ Beryl concluded apologetically.

‘Far bloody from it, Beryl. I’d be absolutely delighted to dress the part! In fact, I’d feel awfully disappointed if I didn’t. You’ve really got some dominatrix togs you could spare for the occasion?’

‘Come and look, Sarah. Decide what you’d like to try on first’, replied Beryl with a saucy grin. She opened a doubled-doored cupboard with a theatrical flourish.

‘Here we have a sort of perfect-for-every-occasion Miss Whiplash kit. Rather corny, I know, but a few of my clients are getting on a bit and they’re rather sticklers for tradition about these things.’

‘Are they all quite rich, your regulars?’

‘Not at all. Some of them are on very modest fixed incomes so they have to save up their pennies for a spree here, so naturally they insist on value for money’.

Fat brown serrated lips
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sarah tried on spike-heeled shoes and a mask of glittering gold lame, as well as a cloak

‘Splendid, just like Halloween! I feel absolutely transformed. The strap-on dildo isn’t just a touch, well, rather de trop, is it, Beryl? I mean, with the Nazi cap and the gold lamé mask?’

‘Oh, no! The strap-on gives the whole ensemble a quite rakish charm. How fit do you feel? Are you up to a spot of strenuous chastising?’

‘I’ll do the sustained whipping, if you’d like. I think I’d rather enjoy the exercise,’ offered Sarah eagerly.

‘Well, that’s settled then. In fact, it’s handy enough having you here this afternoon, because it would spare me all the laborious sweaty effort a thorough whacking entails and it would give you some very useful experience, you know.’

‘Really, Beryl? That would be fantastic! You’d really truly let me beat one of your customers? One of your regulars, too?’

‘Yes. By the way, we prefer to use the word clients, like lawyers or social worker, Sarah. Today’s client is actually quite a sweetheart and a generous payer, too. He likes being verbally abused while he’s beaten, as a matter of fact. Some men do and others hate it. It takes all sorts, Sarah; I’ve had customers who’ve told me, “I’m a married man so I don’t need to pay for verbal abuse; I get it at home as part of the unwrittten marital contract.” It takes all sorts.’

Sarah laughed.

X

‘Lick my arsehole, you worm!’ shouted Sarah. ‘Lick it! Rim me, then ream me right up inside; I want to feel it, really feel it!’

X
X

14. O COME, O COME, EMMANUELLE!

‘There’s a lovely sexy little blonde Belgian au pair I want you to meet, Sarah’, said Beryl to Sarah at an afternoon party not far from Donald and Vicky’s house.

‘She lives with a family in Dorking; she’s wonderful, if a little hard to get to know at first. A grand girl, ready for any randy adventure. She’s in the next room, sipping Amontillado. Oh yes, you’ll like Emmanuelle, Sarah. She has that Nabokovian unfeigned venery a-plenty all right. You’ll simply adore her, the delicious minx!’

A gallant little Belgian living in Dorking, thought Sarah.

‘You know the silly schoolgirlie joke about Dorking, don’t you, Sarah?’ asked Beryl between sips of Beaujolais.

‘No’, replied Sarah. ‘ I don’t think I do.’

‘The nice young man asks a girl, “Do you like Dorking?” and she replies “Oh, you naughty boy! I’ve never been dorked!” Silly, really. But funny in a schoolgirlie sort of way.’

‘Oh, I see. A play upon words, like saying “You rude boy! I’ve never been kippled” when asked if one likes Kipling or if when asked if one likes Scorcese, one says one isn’t really hungry.’

‘Or when asked if one enjoys fellatio, you have to look thoughtful and reply that you haven’t seen any of his movies, Sarah.’

The two were still chuckling when Emmanuelle van der Laak was introduced. She was short and shapely, just a little plump, a veritable Pocket Venus, thought Sarah.

Rather sweet. I wonder what her cunt looks like. A neat triangle of golden curls or just a few adolescent wisps. More to the point, I’d like to find out what her juices taste like. Does she gush like I do or is she dry until she’s really excited, like some girls and women?

‘I’m Emmanuelle van der Laak, Sarah. I’m very, very pleased to meet you.’

Sarah thought hard. Emmanuelle? Wasn’t that the name of a book in Vicky’s collection in Surbiton? Wasn’t it in a hymn, too? Sarah racked her brains to remember some of the words from church services in her girlhood.

O come, Thou Wisdom from on high,
Who orderest all things mightily;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in her ways to go.

‘Beer and chocolate and the Angels of Mons’, said Sarah softly as Beryl tactfully withdrew and the pair were left together in a window seat.

Soon Sarah and Emmanuelle were talking quietly.

‘I have learned a great deal about sex since I have lived in the London suburbs,’ said Emmanuelle solemnly. Sarah giggled in immediate response to this and Emmanuelle looked at her sharply.

‘Did I say something funny, Sarah?’

‘You don’t do much sex in Belgium, then?’

‘Of course we bloody do! Plenty of good shagging, licking and sucking in Mons. We Belgians love sexual pleasure and always have,’ Emmanuelle retorted indignantly. ‘Otherwise there would be no Belgians, would there? But we don’t make a big song and dance about sex like you English do.’

‘A song and dance? That’s good, very good. Yes, I’d always thought that the English view of sex leaned more towards Benny Hill than towards the Marquis de Sade,’ said Sarah with an appreciative guffaw. ‘Anyway, tell me about your adventures. Boyfriends? Girlfriends? Both? Saucy romps in Dorking?’

‘Dorking is utter heaven, Sarah. I have a nice mature boyfriend at my beck and call. Lots of sweaty fucking whenever I want it! Mind you, a little discretion is required because of, well, circumstances.’

‘Your discreet lover isn’t your, er, host father, your employer, by any chance, Emmanuelle?’ whispered Sarah. Emmanuelle grinned shyly and nodded.

‘Whenever his silly snobby ‘Country Life’ wife leaves the house, I run upstairs and strip off for him. I never have trouble getting his big cock rampant and eager, lucky for me. He sucks my pussy like a man possessed, Sarah! And as for shooting spunk, just after we became lovers I wanked him off because I was having a period and his come shot right across my bedroom carpet, two metres or more. Most impressive and gratifying. I made him get down and lick it all up, of course!’

‘Of course you did! So you’re an au pair who’s really an au père, Emmanuelle’, giggled Sarah.

‘A perfect toyboy, dear. He licks up all my blood when I’m menstruating, too. I save my bloody tampons for him and he sucks them in front of me while I wank him and suck him off.’

‘As one lesbian vampire said to another, “See you next month”, Emmanuelle.’

Their eyes met. What luck to meet a kindred spirit, thought both.

‘Lets slip away and see if we can find a bedroom,’ said Emmanuelle impulsively. They tiptoed upstairs, unobserved by all but Beryl.

‘Your delectable, Sarah,’ said Emmanuelle as soon as they had found a bedroom and locked the door securely. She kissed Sarah softly.

‘You kiss beautifully, Emmanuelle,’ murmured Sarah appreciatively.

‘In case you hadn’t guessed, I’m bisexual, Sarah,’ Emmanuelle confided. As she was speaking, Emmanuelle had unfastened Sarah’s dress at the back and was peeling it from her shoulders.

‘Me too. Polyamorous, darling. I love tits and pussies as much as I adore stiff cocks and firm balls,’ whispered Sarah. Emmanuelle tore the clothes from Sarah and pushed her onto her back.

‘One thorough tongueing, licking and a lot of wet slurping from your furry cup coming up, my dear. I want to taste your juice, your vaginal secretions. I’ve never been with a red-haired girl before’.

‘At last, a real angel of Mons’, whispered Sara as Emmanuel’s tongue touched her clitoris.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

‘What a fucking lovely come. You must be the best cunt-lapper in Belgium!’ whispered Sarah into Emmanuelle’s ear.

‘No, not at all. There are at least six girls in my university far better than I am.’

‘One good come deserves another. Let me undress you, Emmanuelle.’

Sarah undressed Emmanuelle without haste, nippling and licking the Belgian girl’s pink nipples with great enjoyment. They lay entwined, kissing languidly. After a while Sarah sat up and pulled down Emmanuelle’s panties. Emmanuelle laughed aloud and stood up.

‘Like what you see, Sarah? Surprised?’

Emmanuelle parted her legs, pulled her labia apart and looked Sarah in the eyes with an unmistakable air of triumph and pride.

‘My goodness, Emmanuelle, you have pussy hair like a field of spun gold, a wondrously darling tuft. And what a simply monstrous clit you have!’ Sarah exclaimed, awed. ‘Christ, it’s huge. Like a little boy’s stiff prick on bath night!’

‘Yes, it’s a real County Fair prizewinner, isn’t it? Don’t be scared; go ahead and touch it. Wank it between your thumb and your forefinger.’

Thus ordered, Sarah reached out her hand and hesitantly touched Emmanuelle’s impressively large clitoris.

‘Ooh, yes! That’s it. Now wank it gently.’ Emmanuelle grunted softly and looked Sarah in the eyes.

‘You’re a natural-born lecher, you horny saucy minx!’ sighed Emmanuelle. ‘Well, do you like my splendid big clitoris?’

‘It’s so fucking enormously big, Emmanuelle!’ Sarah blurted, unable to keep her eyes from Emmanuelle’s moist vulva and its singular adornment.

‘All the better for sliding between your labia majora and giving you a lovely face-to-face girlfuck and a real hot climax, Sarah,’ said Emmanuelle. ‘I was ashamed of my big clit when I was younger but later on a German lesbian I met in Switzerland taught me how to use my doodle well.’

‘Your doodle?’ queried Sarah, trying to remember whether or not she’d heard the word before.

‘Yes, like Miss Frankland’s monstrous clit in ‘The Romance of Lust’. Remember how she fucks little Lizzie’s very willing cunt with it after Lizzie has sucked it?’

‘I know the book but I’ve never read it, sad to say, Emmanuelle,’ Sarah replied, rather ashamed of her own woeful ignorance.

Oh, that’s part of how I learned English, reading lovely old filthy books in your beautiful language. I’m proud to be a libidinous fuckstress with a passionate nature. At home in Mons, I love having two cocks at my command but three is better still! Of course, I enjoy sex with girls and women, too, darling Sarah.’

Emmanuelle kissed Sarah’s lips lingeringly and looked her firmly in the eye.

‘Kneel before me, Sarah. I want you to suck my doodle this instant!’

Sarah knelt and opened her mouth expectantly. Her lips enclosed Emmanuelle’s clitoris and her skilled fingers slid into Emmanuelle’s wet, pouting and expectant sex.

xxxxxxxxxx

‘I’m coming, Sarah!’ gasped Emmanuelle, writhing wetly on Sarah’s merciless fingers.

‘Oh come! O come, Emmanuelle!’ urged Sarah, momentarily detaching her mouth.

xxxxxxxxx

A little later they returned to the party separately. As they stood at the edge of the lawn no-one could overhear their discreetly whispered conversation.

‘What else did you read besides ‘The Romance of Lust’, Emmanuelle?’

‘Lots of thrilling Victorian and Edwardian pornography; ‘The Pearl’ and ‘My Secret Life’, plus newer exciting literature, like Vladimir Nabokov’s ‘Ada’. Difficult to follow, but thrillingly filthy.

‘You know, I think that I want to meet this mature lover of yours, Emmanuelle,’ said Sarah.

‘Not to try to take him from me, I hope, Sarah.’

‘Certainly not; I get as much fucking as I need right now! I want to show him the pleasures two naughty girls can give a man when they’re working as a team. You could ride his prick and I’d wriggle my wet slit on his face. If he wanted me to, I’d piss in his mouth, Emmanuelle.’

‘Wonderful, Sarah! He loves to see and hear me pissing. I’ll stroke your breasts from behind while you’re urinating down his gullet.’

‘That’s just the sort of really filthy stuff men love us girls to do!’ replied Sarah with a light hearted chuckle.

‘Or you could postillion his bottom with your fingers while he’s in my twat up to the cods’.

‘Such wonderfully archaic filthy talk, Emmanuelle,’ laughed Sarah delightedly. ‘Ring me and set a day and a time; I’ll come running!’

Emma and her employers lived in a splendid old house on the outskirts of Dorking. George Langrish, Emmanuelle’s employer, greeted Sarah at the front door. George was lightly bearded and sandy-haired. Emmanuelle ran up behind him, grinning hugely.

‘Do you want to see George’s prick, Sarah?’ asked Emmanuelle without further preamble once they were in the living room. ‘It’s a real rammer and spouter, I can tell you!’

Without waiting for Sarah to reply, Emmanuelle briskly unzipped her employer’s cavalry twill slacks and displayed his semi-tumescent penis lolling on her plump pink palm as though she owned it.

‘George has a lovely prick,’ said Emmanuelle with appreciation. ‘He’s good for four fucks a day if and when the opportunity arises. ‘He licks well, too’.

‘It’s a nice big thick cock, certainly,’ said Sarah thoughtfully

It’s the biggest white cock I’ve ever seen, in fact. Bigger than Michael’s or Donald’s, I’m sure.

‘George’s prick is a super rammer for a horny girl’s cunt,’ enthused Emmanuelle.

Held gently in Emmanuelle’s soft hand, George’s penis was visibly stiffening before Sarah’s appreciative eyes.

‘I can hardly wait to taste it, really. But actually, I need to use the loo this very minute,’ Sarah replied.

Emmanuelle giggled; an idea had just occurred to her.

‘What luck! Sarah has a bursting bladder, George! The downstairs loo is along the hall. We’ll both come with you and watch you squirt your pee’ responded Emmanuelle cheerily.

Sarah was quite taken aback by this.

‘Do you really both want to come and watch me piss?'

‘Certainly. I love watching and hearing women pee,’ replied George with a smile. Emmanuelle’ George’s penis held securely in her hand, led the way down the corridor and threw open the lavatory door.

Acutely aware of her audience, Sarah peeled down her jeans and her panties.

‘What an exquisite Titian-haired cunt you have, Sarah!’ said George with unfeigned admiration.

‘You flatterer!’ responded Sarah, squirting urine as she spoke.

‘Hold your piss for just a moment, Sarah. Touch your clit and wank yourself a little,’ said Emmanuelle. ‘Why don’t you suck George’s cock while you’re peeing?’

Sarah was entranced. This improbable pleasure was something quite new to her.

‘Certainly. George, come here and let me suck your cock while I’m pissing.’

Her lips enclosing the glans of George’s penis, Sarah urinated thankfully.

‘Keep some piss, don’t waste it all! Please don’t suck George to spurting, Sarah!’ cried Emmanuelle excitedly. ‘I’ve got a far better idea!’

In the living room once more and naked by now, George lay back, Sarah’s naked and urine-wet sex on his face. Naked from the waist down, Emmanuelle rode him, her plump thighs pink with her exertions. She squealed gleefully, her vagina filled by George’s penis. Her hands were busy; the tip of a quietly humming vibrator was barely touching her clitoris, now engorged and erect like a tiny horn.

‘Piss in his gob, Sarah! Drown him with your squirts!’ yelled Emmanuelle, her rocking motion and the stimulation of the vibrator giving her one satisfying orgasm after another.

With an immense effort, Sarah squirted urine into George Langrish’s open mouth. George gulped and gasped, his eyes wide with excitement and pleasure.

Sarah rose, dripping. Fastidiously she wiped herself with her hand and then, on a sudden impulse, offered her hand to George Langrish to lick. Unhesitatingly, he licked Sarah’s hand clean.

‘Enchanted, young lady. Your urine tastes like a fine Alsace wine,’ George said with a grin.

Emmanuelle, sprawled on the carpet next to her employer, was gently fondling George’s thick penis, still erect in her plump warm hand.

‘George hasn’t spunked yet, the poor dear,’ said Emma solicitously.

‘Not yet,’ Sarah rejoined. ‘We’ll soon fix that, won’t we, Emmanuelle?’

‘I know, George!’ declared Emmanuelle, her eyes shining with her arousal. ‘Why not shoot your spunk into Sarah’s mouth while I do my to your behind. You know, like we did with that black escort agency girl in Knightsbridge last month? Do you want to drink George’s spunk, Sarah?’

Sarah, nodded enthusiastically.

Arrayed according to Emmanuelle’s directions, the trio presented an incongruous spectacle. Sarah lay on the sofa, her experienced mouth enclosing a third of George’s erection as he knelt in front of her. Both of her hands were at liberty to stroke the remaining two-thirds of George’s erection. Meanwhile, Emmanuelle was teasing her employer’s anus and rectum with her well-lubricated vibrator. Her free hand was busy caressing his buttocks and gently kneading his scotal sac. Delighted by the spectacle she knew the trio presented, Sarah laughed inwardly.

Like one of Jerome Bosch’s weirder paintings!

Thus stimulated, George Langrish did not take long to climax. An immense ejaculation, the biggest Sarah had experienced at any time thus far in her young life, filled her gullet. Sarah gulped joyfully, thrilled to be so rewarded for her skill as a fellatrice.

More delectable creamy spunk than I’ve ever had before! Fucking tremendous!

The three had barely recovered their breath when a blue Volvo estate crunched over the gravel of the carriage drive in front of the front door.

Emmanuelle raised her head, craned her neck to see better and ducked an instant later, like a woodland animal scenting danger

‘The bitch! It had to fucking well be her! Mrs. Snobby silly bloody Langrish is home early. Quick, everything must be lashed and stowed before she walks in.’

There was frantic scramble to dress and hide the vibrator.

George was still patting his disordered sandy hair with his hand when Kaye Langrish walked in, oblivious and wholly unsuspicious.

Sarah caught sight of herself in a mirror. She appeared to be calm and collected.

Saved from peril and woe.

‘A glass of sherry, perhaps, dear?’ George offered ‘Ladies, a glass of sherry? Sarah, would you care for a drink?’

Sarah, the taste of George’s copious emission of semen still fresh in her mouth, smiled and nodded.

‘How were the ladies of the Conservative Association this afternooon, Mrs Langrish?’ enquired Emmanuelle politely.

‘Well, you know, dear. Conservative. As they always are. Still, aren’t we all, these days?’

Kaye Langrish extended her hand to Sarah.

‘Won’t you introduce me to your young friend, Emmanuelle?’

Sarah shook hands politely, murmuring her name as she did so. As soon as she decently could she suppressed a giggle and stared intently at a hunting print, her teeth biting her tongue in a valiant, and, mercifully, wholly successful attempt, to stop herself laughing aloud.

Thanks for thy gracious mercy.

At a buffet luncheon later that week Emmanuelle, her adulterous employer, were joined by Vicky and Sarah were together. It was on this otherwise uneventful day that Sarah met Jeremy Fannin.

‘He’s from Purley; he’s just left school. This is the beginning of his gap year. You know, Sarah, the year between leaving school and starting university,’ said George Langrish quietly, his right hand, unobserved, caressing Sarah’s buttocks as he spoke.

‘Terrific! A nice young boy for me to corrupt and deprave!’ responded Sarah.

‘He’s just a little younger than you are, Sarah. In fact, I think he’ll be quite your ticket!’ hissed Emmanuelle, her eyes shining wickedly.

Vicky overheard part of the conversation and caught on at once.

‘What a nice handsome pleasant-mannered boy. I’m wet between the legs just looking at him. Go for it, girl! Go and grab him, Sarah. Drag him home this evening if you can and fuck his brains out all night long. After you’ve slaked his lust a few times, the three of us can really get cracking on corrupting and depraving him. Oh, lovely! What simply spiffing luck, Sarah!’

‘Yes, isn’t it? You know, I’ve often thought how lovely it would be to get hold of a nice tactful eighteen-year-old old boy to seduce, corrupt and deprave. I bet you want me to grab him, break him in and set the scene for you to use him as a toy, you and Donald!’ whispered Sarah, sotto voce.

‘Exactly, Sarah! Lots of gushing adolescent spunk for my greedy mouth, cunt and bum. The very thought of introducing any nice young girl or boy to threesome and foursome sexy fun gets my naughty pussy sopping wet immediately. I’m practically dripping now; you could mop the kitchen floor with my knickers.’

‘You really want me to get him, don’t you, Vicky?’

‘Yes, I want you to drag him back to our place, teach him the basics unaided and after a little while I’d like to have him in bed with me and Donald. And you, too, dear Sarah!’

‘You really want me to grab him, don’t you, Vicky?’ Sarah whispered.

‘Oh, yes I jolly well do! You’ve yet to try some of the things I most love, darling. Sarah, you haven’t yet enjoyed that lovely moment when one simply lies back, thoroughly well-fucked and deliciously spunky-cunted, ordering two nice virile men to toy with one another and suck one another’s pricks. It’s thrilling beyond words, believe me. Talk about fun!’

‘Well, I’m sailing into action this very minute, Vicky. Wish me luck, dearest! I’ll do my very best to vamp him. With luck, you’ll have his pretty dick spurting down your throat within a week!’

‘Yes, Sarah. Go for it right now!’

‘Hello, Jeremy. I’m Sarah McTiernan,’ Sarah said artlessly, her pulse racing and her sex moist.

To her delight, Sarah was successful and that very evening Jeremy Fannin ended up spending what was to be the first of many amorous nights locked in Sarah’s welcoming embrace. A very short distance away lay Vicky, her husband fast asleep beside her. The quiet but unmistakable sounds coming from Sarah’s room thrilled and excited Vicky; smiling inwardly, she masturbated herself to a blissful sleep.

15. THE LEAVING OF ENGLAND

The morning sun illuminated the crumpled futon covering Sarah and Jeremy. Sarah’s bare arm reached for her watch. It was still early, the pallid winter sun barely above the horizon, and Sarah clicked on the bedside light before settling back beneath the covers with a contented grunt.

Jeremy was awake, barely, and Sarah looked at him fondly.

Odd that I’ve had a strong but quite indefinable distaste for males my own age up to now. Yes, young Jeremy is rather my ticket, but training him properly is going to take far more time than I have to spare and that’s that! Still, I’m sure that Vicky can carry on where I have to leave off!

Jeremy stirred in his sleep and Sarah nudged him impatiently.

‘Good morning, sunshine of my life. Feeling horny? You bonked me three times last night, didn’t you?’ Sarah’s hand enfolded Jeremy’s soft penis with solicitous care. ‘Not bad. Still soft and small but not bad at all. The potential is there all right, that’s for sure! Well, are you going to sip from my furry cup awhile and please me with your tongue, Jeremy?’ Sarah teased her new boyfriend.

‘Oh, Sarah, I’ll do whatever you want me to do, really I will! You’re so lovely, so sexy and so smart. I’ve already fallen in love with you twenty times over.’

Sarah giggled. While she delighted in hearing this, she was determined to put Jeremy to the test and had already given the matter some thought.

‘You’ll do whatever I want, will you? Will you really? Really?’ Sarah looked Jeremy in the face solemnly. ‘What if I ordered you to walk along the corridor and suck Donald Seddon’s cock until he spurted in your mouth and you had to swallow every drop of his spunk? Would you do it while Vicky and I watched? Would you do that for me? Would you do it to prove your unqualified adoration for me, Jeremy?’

Surprised, Jeremy sat bolt upright, his torso pale in the dawn light.

‘Christ, Sarah! What a thing to suggest! I’m not queer or gay at all. I’ve never had any homosexual inclinations in the least!’ To his amazement, Jeremy’s indignant outburst was rewarded by a peal of derisive laughter.

‘Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it, Jeremy! Anyway, polyamorous is the word, not queer or straight, you silly boy! Sucking a nice stiff cock is every bit as slurping up a girl’s juice from her puss, so don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it! So you’re still an unswerving straightlaced hetero, are you, Jeremy?’ demanded Sarah mockingly. ‘Well, we’ll soon have to cure you of that shortcoming, won’t we?’

Sarah ducked beneath the covers and briskly sucked Jeremy’s soft penis into her mouth for a moment before resurfacing, her face visibly pinker.

‘There, see! A weak and foolish woman can do it, Jeremy. There’s nothing much to it. Really!’

‘I’d do it, suck Donald’s cock, I mean, if you really wanted me to. It’s just that I’ve never done it with anyone before or even thought about it. Honestly, I would do it if you really, really wanted me to, Sarah.’

‘With Vicky watching as well as me? Then you could have a good time with two naughty girls as a dessert once you’d swallowed Donald’s semen to my satisfaction. And his satisfaction, too, of course. Isn’t that what all horny young men want in their innermost heart of hearts, a good time with two naughty girls?’

‘Yes, I suppose so. Vicky wouldn’t snigger at me while I was sucking her husband’s cock, would she?’

‘Of course she would! She’d nudge me and say that you had all the makings of being a promising young cocksucker, Jeremy!’

‘O God, no! I’d simply die from mortification and embarrassment if she did.’

Sarah giggled, picturing the scene in her mind’s eye.

‘Then she’d be ever so slightly contrite and she’d cuddle close to you and cup your balls with one hand and stroke your cock with the other and she’d whisper soft endearments in your ear. I just know she’d want to try your cock in her cunt, too! Or maybe, just maybe, in her back door.’

‘And you wouldn’t mind if she did that with you watching? I mean, I’m your boyfriend, aren’t I? You wouldn’t be, well, jealous or upset or anything?’

‘Hardly! Vicky is my soulmate, my mistress, my adored one, Jeremy. If she took it into her head to tear out your still-beating heart and eat it raw, I’d help her to do it if she wanted me to. So there!’

Jeremy relaxed, aware that he was being teased. He enfolded Sarah’s warm body in his arms and kissed her lips softly.

‘You have so much to learn, Jeremy,’ sighed Sarah. ‘Not that I mind teaching you one bit. In fact, that’s part of your charm, now I think about it.’

‘And what do I need to be taught, O adored princess?’ demanded Jeremy.

‘Oh, goodness! There are so very many very basic things you have to learn, my sweet boy. Let me count the ways…’

Sarah held Jeremy’s limp but gradually stiffening penis in her gentle hand and squeezed it sharply but affectionately. There can be doubting who has the upper hand in this relationship, thought Sarah, smirking inwardly.

‘Yes, count the ways while I cuddle close to you and stroke you, Sarah’, Jeremy responded softly, kissing her ear as he spoke.

‘Yes, begin with remembering to kiss affectionately and sincerely first. Avoiding a girl’s lips and diving straight for her erogenous zones makes a girl feel that a fellow thinks he’s paying by the hour and trying to get his money’s worth by cutting out inessentials.

‘I’ll try to remember that. Anyway, you’re an experienced woman and you seduced me, Sarah, remember?’

‘Oh, yes!’ laughed Sarah. ‘I remember that well enough. Anyway, it was only last week so I would hardly have forgotten, would I? Let me go on with my list while you stroke my thighs and pussy hair like you’re doing now.’

‘Right.’

‘Never blow too hard in a girl’s ear. She’s not a beach toy. More to the point, a man should race off and shave an hour or so before the Great Seduction Scene unfolds. If a man hasn’t shaved for twelve hours or more, he’s got a porcupine strapped to his chin ready to be raked across his partner’s face, neck, breasts, tummy and thighs. Talking of tits, don’t ever squeeze them as though you’re a fruit inspector in a supermarket and never, ever, bite a nipple unless ordered to do so by its owner!’

Sarah was thoroughly enjoying herself and Jeremy was silent, relishing the novel experience of being instructed so clearly by his lover.

‘Never twiddle a nipple, either. It’s most displeasing and ungratifying to be treated like an unreliable radio set. And do try to remember that a women has more body parts than just her tits and her cunt!’

‘I see. Anything more?’

‘Oh, lots and lots more! Above all, obey your lover’s every whim and caprice if you want to keep her by your side. Never, ever, try to fuck her in the bum without her express invitation!’

Jeremy looked Sarah in the eye and smiled apprehensively, uncertain whether Sarah was or was not making fun of him.

Sarah grinned mischievously before speaking again.

‘Your first test begins this very minute, Jeremy. I want you to go in there now, into Donald and Vicky’s bedroom, kneel by Donald’s side of the bed and tell him that Sarah’s sent you to suck his cock and swallow his spunk. Go on, do it, Jeremy. Do it for me! Do it for the greater glory of Purley! Do it for England!’

‘You can’t be serious! You are joking, aren’t you, Sarah?’

Sarah sat up in bed and threw back her long red tousled Medusan locks, resplendently glowing in the dawn light.

‘Jeremy, I never meant anything more sincerely in the whole of my life. Well, now my mind’s made up. I’ve decided I’m coming with you to watch your performance with my very own eyes.’

Jeremy stared at Sarah’s determined countenance as she continued to speak.

‘Now, if I thought I could trust you to get it absolutely right without supervision, I’d send you in on your own but such an amusing and exciting scene merits an appreciative audience so I suppose I’ll just have to come along with you and see that you obey orders, won’t I?’

Sarah sprang naked out of bed and flung the larger of the two dressing-gowns in Jeremy’s direction. She donned the smaller and stood facing Jeremy, her hands on her hips.

‘Put this on at once and come with me. Get your lines wrong and you can get dressed and shove off back to Purley within the hour.’

Jeremy wriggled out of bed and shrugged awkwardly into the voluminous tartan garment, feeling dazed and speechless.

This is not happening! Any second now I’m going to wake up in my own bed at home in Purley.

‘Jeremy, pay attention! Listen and repeat after me, “I want to suck your cock, Donald.” Got that?’

‘You don’t really mean it, do you, Sarah? You’re joking really, aren’t you?’

‘I bloody well do mean it and I’m not joking in the slightest degree, Jeremy!’

‘You want me to say it? Just like that?’

‘I want you to say it and I want you to do it, too. I want you to fellate Donald to completion, while I bloody well watch you do it!’ snapped Sarah, stamping her bare foot with evident irritation.

She transfixed Jeremy with an uncompromising basilisk stare.

‘You’ll get over your silly hang-ups about a little harmless gay-play or you can piss off and find another girlfriend to teach you all about licking, fucking, sucking and the pleasures of three-way sex. Got that straight?’

God’s bloody teeth! Sarah McTiernan’s the sort of girl every boy’s worried mother must have warned him about!

‘Your wish is my command, Sarah. Lead me to this cock I have to suck,’ said Jeremy as calmly as he could.

This is all a dream. A test. A Quest to be fulfilled. Quite Arthurian really.

Sarah led Jeremy along the short, carpeted, corridor to the master bedroom, where Donald and Vicky lay sleeping.

‘Kneel down next to the bed on Donald’s side, Jeremy. Look, I’ll kneel down next to you and tell you what to do,’whispered Sarah.

‘Yes’, Jeremy replied simply, by now quite resigned to what was to happen next.

How odd to be kneeling here next to this lovely depraved redheaded girl, like supplicants at the tomb of Thomas A’Becket or an altar. Or like the shepherds in a primary school nativity play.

‘Ready, Jeremy? Now slide your hand under the covers and hold his prick gently. Is it hard or soft?’

‘Sort of half-and-half right now, I’d say.’

‘Good. Now wank his prick just a little.’

‘Yes, I’m doing it, Sarah. He’s getting harder in my hand; I can feel it.’

The pair had ceased whispering, as though aware that Donald would soon be very much awake. As though conjured into consciousness by Sarah’s familiar presence, Donald awoke and opened his eyes in bemusement.

‘I want to suck your cock and swallow your spunk, Donald. May I?’ Jeremy managed to say after an excruciatingly long moment of hesitation.

Donald emerged from sleep in a state of mild astonishment. Realising at once that this was Sarah’s doing, he chuckled and gently elbowed Vicky awake.

For her part, Vicky took in the scene at a glance.

‘Far fucking out, Sarah’ she gasped. ‘The Whore of Babylon is in our midst! Or Chaucer’s Wife of Bath!’

‘Go on, Jeremy,’ urged Sarah in a breathless whisper, ignoring Vicky for the time being. ‘Hold Donald’s cock in your fist firmly and bow your head and start licking and sucking. Be gentle at first, there’s a sweet boy!’

‘Jesus! This I must see!’ exclaimed Vicky, snapping on the bedside light and throwing back the covers.

‘Feign the maximum amount of wickedly polyamorous enthusiasm you can possibly manage, Jeremy dear, or I’ll twist your fucking balls right off!’ hissed Sarah, her lips close to Jeremy’s ear. Her determined fingers closed around Jeremy’s scrotal sac.

‘Do it, darling, suck off my husband and swallow his lovely tasty spunk, every last drop, and then Sarah and I will make you feel very good, I promise,’ urged Vicky, scrambling naked across the broad bed and gently sliding her arm around Sarah’s waist even as she spoke.

Jeremy looked up and his eyes met Vicky’s.

‘We will, Jeremy. Really we will. Go on, sweet boy, suck my husband’s cock while we naughty girls watch you do it! You’ll get your reward soon enough, I promise you.’

Thus playfully urged by Donald’s wife, Jeremy overcame his distaste, his hesitancy and his misgivings in an instant.

‘Yes, open your mouth wide. Pretend it’s a plum in your mouth. Don’t gag or retch; pull your head away if you feel as though you’re choking, there’s a good boy!’ cooed Sarah, ecstatic that her desires had been so swiftly realised.

‘Good boy! Very good sexy boy! Suck off my husband, Jeremy!’ echoed Vicky encouragingly.

‘Careful, now! No biting or scraping with your teeth!’ giggled Sarah.

‘Wank the shaft of his cock and suck the plum at the same time. Tease him with your tongue, Jeremy,’ Vicky added helpfully. ‘Reach out with your free hand and tease his nipples a little!’ Jeremy complied unhesitatingly.

‘This is too, too much!’ moaned Donald. ‘Oh, Christ, I’m coming already! I’m coming in his mouth right now!’

‘Swallow the lot, Jeremy! Let every last lovely drop of Donald’s spermy juice cascade down your gullet!’ squealed Sarah, her voice urgent and imperious in spite of her merriment.

‘Swallow the fucking lot, Jeremy! Be a brave boy, you’ll love the taste of my husband’s come,’ chorused Vicky.

‘Swallow the lot, Jeremy!’ the two women cried in gleeful unison.

Jeremy, his head awhirl with the depravity of what he was doing and of the scene in which all eyes were on him, prepared himself to gulp. When the moment came and the semen spattered his tonsils he gulped and swallowed as though his life depended on it.

After what seemed a long minute, Jeremy raised his head.

‘Your husband’s semen really is very tasty, Vicky’, he observed with a shy smile.

‘Well, did you swallow the lot, every last sticky drop of Donald’s creamy spunk? Open your mouth wide and show me!’ demanded Sarah, a hint of suspicion in her voice.

Obediently, Jeremy opened his mouth to its maximum extent and Sarah peered forward, her eyes bright.

‘Look, Vicky! He swallowed every last drop of semen! He did it! He did it for me just like I told him to!’ crowed exultant Sarah.

‘Marvelous! Well done, Sarah! If you start training them right from the beginning, they’ll do anything for you,’ laughed Vicky. ‘Now, Sarah, lie down between Donald and Jeremy and enjoy the simultaneous caresses of two virile males. As for you, Jeremy, watch what Donald does and do the same.’

Sarah abandoned her encumbering dressing-gown and lay naked between the two males, relishing their attentions. Jeremy instinctively copied the older man’s actions; Sarah’s armpits were nuzzled, her ears and neck kissed and her rapidly-engorging nipples teased by two attentive tongues. Sighing with pleasure, she squealed abruptly the instant Vicky’s tongue touched her outer labia.

‘Yes, Vicky, lick and suck my sopping cunt and make me come! Oh, this love-play is glorious, it really is!’

‘Do you want to try putting your prick inside Vicky?’ Donald whispered to Jeremy. ‘My wife’s a lovely fuckstress and a brilliant fellatrice. When it comes to sucking a prick well, she’s quite in a class of her own’.

Jeremy nodded, stunned by the invitation and barely believing that this was happening to him.

‘This is all too, too adorable for words,’ murmured Sarah. Thus stroked, tongued and caressed, the girl had three climaxes in rapid succession and sprawled in delicious contentment, both of her hands cradling an erect penis.

They’re both stiff for me and I can and will have both in me today. Lovely Donald’s prick and my boyfriend Jeremy’s, too. Such fun!

Vicky, her face glistening moistly with Sarah’s copious effusions, looked up and grinned.

‘Lucky Sarah, two cocks are at your command all day long.’ Vicky sat up and addressed her husband, smiling with glee. ‘This gives me an idea,’ she continued. ‘Now that there are four of us in this bed of sin and nobody has to go to work or do anything at all today … well, Donald, dearest, you remember the chapter in ‘The Romance of Lust’ when Charlie Roberts is taught to be both giver and receiver, don’t you? And what we did with that beautiful boy in Toronto? Could you manage a second coming quite soon?’

‘Yes, Vicky, I certainly could manage a second coming and I certainly do remember Toronto,’ Donald replied. ‘Are you suggesting that young Jeremy might be brave enough to try that singular and quite delectable pleasure?’

Vicky propped herself on one elbow and looked Jeremy in the ete.

‘Yes, I am, dearest. Listen, Jeremy, what I’m suggesting is an outré delight that the most hedonistic and adventurous men simply adore. I know you’re an anal virgin, Jeremy, and what I’m about to suggest may sound unspeakably vile but you’ll love it, I promise. A simply incomparably splendid time is guaranteed for all.’

‘What is it you want me to do, Vicky?’ asked Jeremy doubtfully.

‘It’s not too difficult at all, Jeremy. To put it simply, you busy yourself buggering or fucking one person, while a male, Donald here, slides his dickie your narrowest portal of love, your tight little virginal bumhole. So you have the pleasure of your prick being in my cunt or my bum, or Sarah’s if she’s willing to try, while a nice man fucks your bum gently and lovingly.’

‘Oh do try it, Jeremy! Be a brave boy!’ urged Sarah, excited by the prospect of watching such a depraved spectacle with her own eyes.

‘You mean you want me to … I mean, I can really bugger your bottom while your husband buggers mine?’

‘Right first time, dear boy. Anyway, let’s hear your description of your first taste of spunk. Well, how was it?’

‘Tasty and a bit salty. A bit like onion or mushroom soup, I think. It wasn’t at all nasty, Vicky’

‘Jolly good! Well said! I’ve always loved the flavour of semen myself, I honestly and truly have and I think it’s jolly good that a young chap like you should acquire the taste, too!’

Sarah laughed loudly at this, gazing at Vicky with awed admiration..

‘Well, Jeremy, a promise is a promise and it’s time for your reward’ announced Vicky briskly. ‘Let me suck your cock up to full stiffness first.’

‘It’s as stiff as it’s ever been, Vicky. Like an iron bar, in fact,’ responded Jeremy in the moment before Vicky’s mouth engulfed the swollen purple head of the boy’s penis. Jeremy immediately responded by caressing Vicky’s breasts.

‘Let my wife fellate you for a minute or two, Jeremy. She’s an expert and loves demonstating her skills. Anyway, she hasn’t sucked the prick of a boy your age for quite a while now that I think of it.’

‘When was the last time Vicky had a boy as young as Jeremy to play with, Donald?’ Sarah enquired, snuggling closer to Donald and kissing him affectionately and wetly.

‘In Toronto with the teenaged son of mutual friends,’ laughed Donald. ‘The boy had never had his prick sucked before, or even really touched by anyone except himself, so it was lovely watching him respond to Vicky’s attentions. She sucked him off six times the first day, too!’

Vicky detached her mouth from its prey and laughed loudly, seizing Jeremy’s loins and pressing her head to the adolescent’s lightly-furred abdomen.

‘Seven times the first day and six the next, if I remember rightly. Then we taught him the lovely trick from ‘The Romance of Lust,’ just as we’ll do with Jeremy.’

Her eyes bright with the pleasure of the memory, Vicky once more busied herself with the task of lavishing oral attentions on Sarah’s boyfriend. To Jeremy, Vicky’s lips, teeth and tongue seemed to be everywhere at once and he grunted loudly and appreciatively of the skilled attention he was receiving.

‘Don’t they make a lovely couple, Donald?’ giggled Sarah.

‘Put just the very teeniest dab of Tiger Balm just inside both their bumholes, Sarah. Vicky likes having that done and I’m sure Jeremy will enjoy the sensation, too,’ whispered Donald.

Once she’d opened the small metal jar, Sarah applied a miniscule dab of Tiger Balm to her own anus and guffawed.

‘It tingles but it’s very nice and pleasurably stimulating!’ she exclaimed before doing the same for Jeremy and Vicky.

‘Gosh, what a weird feeling!’ gasped Jeremy. ‘Whatever’s that stuff there of all places?’

‘It’s Tiger Balm, Jeremy. From Singapore. It’s to make your bum tingle nicely before my stiff cock goes all the way up it,’replied Donald with a broad grin. He was relishing this turn of events hugely.

Vicky ceased her ardent fellating and stood up, naked, her arms embracing Jeremy.

‘Enough sucking for the time being. Jeremy’s as stiff as a young oak, bless him. Now this pretty young boy will have his bottom fucked by my husband but where’s Jeremy’s cock going to go, this lovely stiff eighteen-year-old boy’s cock I’ve just been sucking? Well, where?

‘Could I fuck your bum, Vicky, just like you said before?’ asked Jeremy a little shyly and diffidently, as though unsure what Vicky’s response would be.

‘I’d love to bugger you, Vicky, I really would. Could I?’

‘You’d like to put your sweet young cock up my bottom and sodomise me? My bottom? Mine, darling? Yes, of course! I was hoping you’d want your cock to be in my bottom and that you’d choose my rear rather than my front. Best choice on the menu, in fact. You can have my big wet furry cunt later, if Sarah approves, of course. Don’t be too upset, Sarah.’

‘Oh, no! Far from it; I can prepare Jeremy, assist when required, insert both pricks in both bumholes, watch the whole thing and maybe I’ll play with my clit while I’m watching and then I can felch you both afterwards for a dessert. Now, that’ll be simply wonderful; licking Jeremy’s cream out of your bottom, Vicky, and Donald’s cream out of Jeremy’s,’ Sarah declared.

‘Prepare me? How?’ asked Jeremy, a little puzzled.

It was Vicky, rather than Sarah, who replied.

‘You’ll be prepared by being stroked and teased and caressed, of course! Oh yes! Your pretty little virginal bum will be licked, sucked, rimmed and reamed by two naughty girls and then thoroughly sodomised by my husband, you lucky boy!’

Squealing with girlish laughter, the two females seized Jeremy and pressed him face downwards on the thick futon.

‘Heavenly!’ breathed Jeremy as first Vicky, then Sarah, tongued his anus, treating the incredulous eighteen-year-old to the sublime caress of anilingus, their tongues lavishing wet caresses deep inside him, both of them caressing his scrotal sac and testicles with delicate feminine fingers.

‘Oh, this feels like I’ve died and gone to Heaven already’, sighed Jeremy, ‘Lick my bum some more, Sarah.’

Sarah readily complied.

Rim a bum and ream a bum all the way inside while you hold a fellow’s balls lightly and caressingly. That’s the way to win his heart, isn’t it?

Smiling with pleasurable anticipation, Vicky left Sarah to her task and bent over a solid and well-padded bedroom stool. Sarah chuckled and licked her lips.

A position to which Vicky is evidently very well accustomed.

‘Grease my bumhole now, Sarah. Just a little lubricant from the toybox is all this experienced and well-trained bottom needs before your lovely young boyfriend sodomises me,’ said Vicky softly.

Sarah obeyed, delighting in her role. She kissed Vicky’s anus repeatedly before squeezing lubricant deep inside the older woman’s rectum and turning to her boyfriend.

‘Is your cock stiff, Jeremy?’

‘Stiff as a poker after watching you licking and kissing Vicky’s arsehole, Sarah’.

‘Then shove your penis up Mrs. Victoria Seddon’s bottom right now, Jeremy,’ Sarah commanded.

‘Bugger me! Bumfuck me! Give me a meat injection with your mutton gun! Arsehole me, kid! I want hard bumsex and I want it now!’ wailed Vicky, suddenly impatient.

‘Do her! She’s in an agony of sexual frenzy. Take it slowly for the first inch then give her a few dozen hard lunges, Jeremy,’ suggested Donald quietly. ‘Vicky likes her bumsex rough, hard and strong for the first minute or two.’

‘Let me insert your penis into Mrs Seddon’s anus, darling,’ murmured Sarah. Her soft hand guided the youth penis to the crinkled pinkish-brown rosette of Vicky’s anal muscle. The muscle yielded under the steady pressure Jeremy exerted and Vicky grimaced, her face a mask of unconcealed desire.

‘Christ, I need it. I really need it and want it in my bottom now! Shove your prick up my arse and bugger me, boy!’

‘Keep your cock there, just like that, Jeremy,’ said Sarah quietly. ‘I’ll open her bum just a little with my fingers and you have to shove hard. Shove your prick right up her bum and I’ll kiss her nipples and mouth while you’re sodomising her.’

Jeremy obeyed. The first inch of his penis was inserted slowly and carefully, with almost exaggerated consideration. Then he paused, drew in a deep breath and lunged forward.

‘Oh, yes! Sweet Jesus fucking Christ! What a boy, Sarah! He’s only eighteen years old and your boyfriend’s cock’s in this married woman’s bum and he’s really buggering me ever so well! Bugger me, Jeremy, you adorable boy! Bugger me! Oh, I love it! I love the feel of your strong young cock in my arse, I really do!’

Vicky was silenced as Sarah’s tongued entwined, snakelike, with her own.

Stupendous. One teenie in my bottom, another’s tongue flicking my tonsils. Such depraved and exquisite pleasure! Oh, would that all married women my age had this much fun!

Jeremy thrust hard, pistonlike. The sensation was adorable and one he felt sure he would come to relish, both as giver and receiver.

‘Oh, God, yes! What a tight hot lovely clenching around my cock. Oh, Vicky! Being in your arse is lovely, it really is!’

‘Slow down now, Jeremy. Bugger her slowly. You mustn’t get overexcited and shoot your spunk up Vicky’s back door too soon! Vicky needs a good long bumfuck to be really satisfied!’ Donald whispered into Jeremy’s ear.

Sarah laughed happily.

Oh what wonderful fun this lovely sexy depraved filthy stuff is! I could do this all day and every day.

‘Get Jeremy ready to be buggered now, Sarah,’ hissed Donald. As best he could, he held Jeremy’s buttocks apart while Sarah busied herself with applying the lubricant.

‘Ready to be buggered, Jeremy? Is your virgin bumhole panting with anticipation?’ Sarah chuckled. She used her fingers to pull Jeremy’s anus very slightly open and the tip of Donald’s penis made contact with Jeremy’s tender flesh.

Jeremy winced and shuddered slightly

‘I’ll do this slowly and gently until you tell me to speed up, Jeremy,’ said Donald considerately.’ Anal virgins need to be buggered with gentleness and love, especially males Jeremy’s age.’

‘I want it but I’m just a bit scared about being hurt, that’s all,’ whispered Jeremy, causing Sarah to laugh aloud.

‘Pretend you’re a young girl losing her virginity, darling!’ she giggled. ‘The pain soon goes away!’

After the initial, and somewhat painful, penetration of his anus, Jeremy felt only warm, hitherto unimagined and totally unaccustomed, pleasure as millimetre by solid millimetre Donald’s engorged penis slid inside his rectum. Realising there was no more to come, Jeremy moaned as though in anguish.

‘Nice, dearest?’ asked Sarah. ‘Relax and enjoy your first arsefuck. It’s lovely, isn’t it?’

Jeremy, his face crimson and sweating copiously, gasped in assent.

‘Yes! Do it! Fuck my arse, Donald. Fuck my arse while I’m buggering your lovely wife!’

Vicky howled aloud with pleasure.

‘Bugger the lovely boy harder, Donald. I want to feel your cock and his cock together! Fuck him! Shove your prick right into him! I want to feel Jeremy being shunted into me, Donald! Make him moan, darling! I want to feel every lunge and hear every grunt, you darling sexy men!’ yelled Vicky.

Entranced, Sarah enjoyed the sight without moving an inch for a minute or two, then she decided to make herself useful.

Yes, I can finger Donald’s balls and bottomhole and reach Vicky’s clitoris with my other hand. What a husband a wife team Donald and Vicky make and there’s my lovely young boyfriend sandwiched between them, his cock pleasuring Vicky’s back door while Donald fucks his bum. What splendidly lecherous, lascivious and thoroughly libidinous fun we’re having!

‘I’m coming. Frig me harder, Sarah! Rub my clitoris, darling! Harder!’ howled Vicky.

Jeremy grunted with his exertions and the thrillingly painful yet pleasurable stimulation of Donald relentlessly sodomising him. Suddenly, as though caught quite by surprise, he was aware that he was groaning aloud as he achieved the most climactic orgasm of his young life, his semen shooting deep into Vicky’s rectum, one long spasm after another.

Then, aware of Jeremy’s orgasm, Donald himself climaxed, squeezing Jeremy’s slender torso closer to him as he ejaculated into the youth’s bottom.

As carefully as she could, Sarah wriggled among the limbs of the entwined trio, her mouth and tongue remorselessly busy first between Jeremy’s buttocks, then Vicky’s. When there was not a drop of semen more to be extracted from either anus, she licked her lips and giggled.

‘That was a lovely tasty felching session, quite exquisite in fact. You two fellows certainly shoot gallons when you’re excited enough, don’t you?’

Impulsively, she kissed Vicky on the lips, letting the older woman’s tongue taste the residue in her open mouth.

After a long soapy shower the trio rejoined Sarah and sprawled in sated contentment. Vicky opened two bottles of Chambertin Clos de Bèze which the four quaffed like lager.

‘A strenuous bumfuck in the morning makes my back door tingle beautifully for hours. Even when I’ve used my arsehole for its natural function not long afterwards, I can still feel the lovely tingling of a thorough buggering,’ chortled Vicky, her face sweat-streaked and crimson. ‘I bet your violated bumhole feels nice right now, Jeremy.’

‘It feels wonderful, to tell the truth,’ Jeremy admitted, a little sheepishly. ‘I had no idea that being fucked in the arse could feel so lovely.’

‘Yes, good sex releases our endorphins and makes us feel happy,’ added Donald. ‘That was better than moping around like a depressed teenager, wasn’t it?’

‘It certainly was, Donald,’ replied Jeremy, his hand seeking Donald’s penis. ‘I hardly believe that being the filling in a sandwich gave me so much pleasure. Being buggered while my cock was in Vicky’s bottom was simply heavenly. Thank you both so much, truly.’ He inclined his head and kissed Donald’s penis tenderly.

‘Never offer verbal thanks for gratifying sex,’ said Vicky, a little sharply. ‘A bedroom isn’t a soup kitchen, Jeremy. Now, let’s all snooze for an hour or two.’

The quartet fell asleep, in an awkward but tender embrace. It was nearly noon when they awakened and Sarah made scented jasmine tea.

Sipping her tea, Vicky eyed Sarah, then her husband and then Jeremy thoughtfully. She reached out and stroked both penises, which stiffened in response to her gentle touch.

‘Well, Donald’s certainly ready for his third come of the day by now. As for Jeremy, he could fuck an entire Roedean dormitory without pausing for breath. Right, Jeremy’

‘I’m as hard as I was when I was in your tradesman’s entrance, Mrs Seddon’ responded Jeremy, suspecting that Vicky had yet another treat in store for him.

‘My ever-willing back door is yours to command, darling boy. I’ll have your lovely strong young cock up there again and again in future, too, I promise.’

Vicky continued to stroke both the male members in her hands and looked Sarah in the eye.

‘Now it’s your turn for something really delectable, Sarah. You can have Donald’s cock up your bottom and Jeremy shafting your hungry cunt. I’ll suck their lovely pricks to harden them up just a little more and then I’ll lick your darling orifices until you’re wet, open and ready for the treat of a double fucking.’

Sarah felt a sudden frisson of surprise. She looked startled and not a little dismayed.

‘I’m not too sure I’m ready for this, Vicky,’ murmured Sarah, very well aware that Vicky’s whims were commands not to be denied.

‘Oh, you can do it for Heaven’s sake, Sarah!’ chided Vicky. ‘You’re eighteen, quite old enough and big enough to be cunt-fucked and buggered at the same time. You’ve had both these cocks in your mouth and twat before now and you couldn’t hope for a nicer pair of well-behaved males to break you in and give you unimaginable pleasure, really you couldn’t, my pretty poppet. You will be fucked and buggered for me, won’t you? Please let me watch you being sandwiched, Sarah!’

‘Yes, if you put it like that I suppose I ought to submit and do whatever’s required of me. Will Donald’s cock hurt my bottom a lot?’

‘Yes, it certainly will at first, Sarah. At first, one’s bumhole feels like it’s being ripped open and when the second prick rams into your cunt you’ll feel like shreiking in agony for a few seconds. But it’s simply suffering a very light affliction to win so great a prize, dearest. After a minute or two the sensation’s blissful beyond words.’

Quite unnecessarily, Vicky fellated both males before turning her attention to Sarah. As Donald and Jeremy watched, each stroking the other’s erection, Vicky licked, kissed and nuzzled Sarah’s vagina, then her anus.

‘Oh, Vicky! Being rimmed and reamed by you is so wonderful I’d do anything in return! Anything!’

‘Don’t be too extravagant with your promises once you’re excited, Sarah,’ said Donald with a sly smile. He leaned over and held Sarah’s buttocks wide apart while his wife’s accomplished and practised fingers carefully lubricated Sarah’s anus and rectum.

Then it was time for Jeremy to lie on his back with Sarah poised above him. Despite herself, Sarah felt herself shivering with involuntary apprehension.

‘I’ll be as gentle as I can, Sarah,’ Donald promised as his wife guided his penis to the inviting rosette of Sarah’s anus. ‘Be brave and relax as much as you can. You can be at least as heroic as young Jeremy was, I’m sure!’

I’ve had Donald’s prick in my mouth and my cunt already. Now he’ll be in my narrowest portal of love, my unsullied, virginal bum! Steady the Buffs, Sarah! Be brave, girl!

Sarah gritted her teeth and breathed in sharply the moment she felt the swollen glans of Donald’s penis pushing past the tight ring of her anal muscle. Then, as though thoroughly accustomed to the pleasures of anal sex, she pushed backwards sharply, impaling herself.
Then, despite her inner resolution to be brave, she squealed aloud.

‘Yow! Ow! Ow!’

It hurts! My bumhole bleeding well hurts!

‘Oh, it’s too much! Too much! Donald’s prick is bloody splitting me!’ yelped Sarah as Donald’s penis slid fully inside her rectum, distending her anus until the girl felt she would faint. ‘I’m still only eighteen; I’m not ready for sodomy, really I’m not. Take your prick out of my bum, Donald! Take it out, please!’

To Sarah, Vicky’s soft voice seemed to be coming from a very long way away.

‘Put your arms around her and hold her tight, Donald, my love. Whether she wants to or not, young Sarah’s going to get a double fuck just like all sexy young girls should. Are you ready to fuck her cunt, Jeremy?’

Wordlessly, Jeremy wriggled into position, his tumescent penis held in Vicky’s resolute grasp.

‘Good boy, now stab your cock right up her cunt. Right up to your pretty cock-hairs in one sharp thrust! Close your eyes and imagine she’s in school uniform and still a blushing little virgin. Go on, Jeremy, show the girl no mercy! Fuck her hard!’

Jeremy did as he was told; with a single dramatic lunge he buried his penis in Sarah’s moist vagina and Sarah squealed aloud again. Thrilled, Jeremy was barely able to believe the novel sensation of feeling another man’s penis inside his beloved’s body.

I can feel Donald’s thick prick next to mine through the membrane between Sarah’s cunt and her bum. Amazing! Gloriously exciting!

‘Oh, I can’t stand this, really I can’t! I’ll die!’ moaned Sarah. Vicky laughed callously.

‘No you won’t, you silly little goose. Relax and begin to enjoy having two stiff pricks filling you. Think of all the horny and unfucked women who’d be delighted to change places with you this minute.’

Be brave, Sarah! Steady the Buffs! Vicky told me she adores this! If she can do it, I can bloody do it!

Sarah tried to her best to relax, her eyes brimming with tears and her mouth set in a grimace of apparent agony.

Oh, it hurts! Donald’s prick bloody well bloody hurts! It feels like a million sharp pins being forced into my poor little bumhole!

Knowing that there was neither escape nor respite at hand, resolved to compose herself, Sarah kissed Jeremy wetly, attempting to dismiss the pain in her anus and rectum from her mind.

‘That’s better, darling. Relax and prepare yourself for a fucking like no other, a lovely double fuck,’ Vicky purred into Sarah’s ear. She kissed Jeremy’s brow and then her husband’s.

Be brave, Sarah! Your adored Vicky loves to be bumfucked so it’s something you must learn to do!

‘Now fuck her hard and fast, Jeremy!’ ordered Vicky. ‘Donald, you begin shafting her slowly. I want Sarah to really feel both pricks filling her.’

Feel them indeed! I can feel every last millimetre of both bloody cocks. These are such nice men, but I’m in pain, really I am! Donald is a sweetie but his prick is hurting me, really hurting!

‘Fuck her cunt hard, Jeremy. I want to hear Sarah moan.’

Moan? I’m fucking moaning now! Can’t you hear me? This double-fucking hurts. Oh, it really, really hurts my arsehole.

His wife’s hand gently stroking his buttocks, Donald thrust his penis slowly and carefully into Sarah’s rectum.

‘She’s so beautifully tight and hot! Her sweet arse is clenching me like a fist!’ Vicky,’ gasped Donald, the veins on his forehead standing out.
Hear that? Like a fist! Clench your bumhole tight, girl!

‘Relax, Sarah. It’ll soon feel better, believe me,’ said Vicky softly and compassionately, her mouth close to Sarah’s ear.

Being bumfucked still hurts lots but it’s getting a little better.

‘Bugger her gently and slowly, Donald. Let her feel all your cock, sweetheart!’

I can feel all of Donald’s cock. Jeremy’s too!

Sarah gritted her teeth, determined to be courageous. The double penetration of her body continued; it was as though the males whose penises were occupying her vaginal and anal orifices would continue thrusting into her forever.

‘Relax, Sarah. It’ll soon begin to feel delicious’, Vicky laughed. ‘Shove your bumhole back on Donald’s prick; he likes that!’

Oh, yes, It’s feeling better! I’m beginning to feel a lot better now.

‘Relax, you sweet girl. Think of how much lovely male meat is inside your body, you lucky thing!’

Yes, it’s hurting less now. Be brave, girl!

Sarah gasped, trying her hardest to relax and please Vicky and her two lovers.

Goodness, it’s beginning to feel wonderful beyond words, just like Vicky said it would.

’There, Sarah. It’s getting better already, isn’t it?’

‘Yes, it’s getting better all the time,’ moaned Sarah, barely coheremtly.

Oh, yes, fuck my cunt and bugger my bum, you two lovely men!

Vicky grinned in triumph. Her hands were busy caressing the conjoined trio.

Sarah was gasping almost hysterically with the novel sensation of being doubly filled. Her mouth met Vicky’s as the older woman curled close and managed to kiss her mouth.

I’m close to screaming aloud with pleasure. Oh, goodness, these two pricks are pleasuring me beyond belief.

‘You’re into the final furlong now, dearest Sarah,’ whispered Vicky. @be as brave as you can!’

Sarah merely grunted in acknowledgement.

This still hurts and yet it’s so wonderfully, indescribably marvellous!

Don’t try to say a word, Sarah darling. I know very well how your very first double fuck feels, believe me!’ Vicky whispered conspiratorially, stroking Sarah’s red hair as he spoke.

They’re both going to come in a matter of seconds; I can feel it! I’ll have both lots of spunk squirted right into me!

Donald ejaculated into Sarah a moment or two after Jeremy’s climax. Gasping and sated, Sarah howled aloud with fulfillment as her own climactic orgasm overwhelmed her. She lay panting and throbbing, sandwiched between her two lovers, for ten minutes before she began to squirm free. Fighting for breath as though she had just completed a marathon, she stood up, a little unsteadily.

That was too, too much! Still, I’m fucking glad I did it!

‘There! Wasn’t I right? Isn’t double entry a simply beautiful way of loving and being loved, darling?’ Vicky enquired softly. ‘Now go and stand in front of the mirror and lift one leg. Look at yourself. Well, what can you see?’

Sarah obeyed, still gasping after the unthinkable stimulation she had just received.

‘Good grief, Vicky! I have simply gallons of spunk seeping out of my cunt and my bum! It looks too bloody wickedly depraved for words!’

‘Why not order your two lovers to clean you with their tongues, Sarah?’ Vicky laughed.

Sarah, almost recovered now from her ordeal, looked round and grinned impishly.

‘Jeremy, come here and suck my bum. Donald, you can lick Jeremy’s juice out of my spunky cunt. Taste each others’ come, you two wicked perverts!’

Donald and Jeremy hastened to obey Sarah while Vicky sprawled back and watched Sarah being orally caressed by her boyfriend intently, masturbating gently as she did so, her fingers languidly stroking her clitoris.

‘Cool! What a lovely sight you three make!’ Vicky exclaimed.
xxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxx

‘That was a pretty thorough double fucking you got Sarah,’ said Vicky. ‘What’s more, you could’t have been fucked and buggered by two more attentive and respectful me, you know.’

Sarah nodded in agreement.

‘My arse hurt dreadfully at first. I thought I was going to faint, really I did, Vicky.’

‘I know. That’s why I kept encouraging you and telling you to be a brave girl. You were wonderful, Sarah!’

‘I’m glad you made me do it, Vicky,’ Sarah whispered, snuggling closer and stroking the older woman’s breasts as she spoke.

‘You’re a real toughie under that vanilla-and-lavender exterior, you know. Men are scared of strong women but none-too-secretly lust after them, Sarah,’ Vicky added quietly.

‘What will you do for sexy fun when I’ve flown away, Vicky? Who’ll be your playmate then? Who’ll obey your every whim like I do?’

‘Well, there’s Jeremy, of course. He still has lots and lots to learn and I feel sure he’ll prove a willing pupil but we’ll need to find a cute little hot-blooded girlfriend for him, won’t we? Anyway, Donald and I need a girl as well as a boy. Two cocks for every cunt and two cunts for every cunt. That’s my motto, Sarah.’

‘Do you have anyone in mind, Vicky?’ Sarah asked, supressing an involuntary pang of jealous distress that Vicky could talk about replacing her so casually.

‘Oh, yes I do. There’s the possibility of getting together with George and Emmanuelle, of course, but I suspect George is rather straightlaced when it comes to playing at gay sex. I can hardly see him sucking George’s prick as beautifully and willingly as Jeremy managed to do it.’

‘I meant a girl to replace me in your marital bed, Vicky,’ said Sarah a little sulkily..

‘Don’t be so tiresomely jealous, you silly goose! I promise you that we’ll come out to Sarawak to visit you, Donald and I. You can be sure of that, darling. Anyway, once you’ve been in Kuching for a while I’m sure you’ll soon be having lovely sweaty sex with a delicious young Chinese boy and a big-hipped Iban girl or two, given a bit of luck.’

‘Do you really have a new fuckstress in mind for Jeremy?’ Sarah insisted.

‘Actually, yes. There’s a young librarian who’s just moved here. She’s quite a contrast to you, Sarah. Lily’s a big chunky determined sort of girl. I’d bet twenty to one that under her panties she’s got a big unkempt triangle of thick pussy hair one could easily lose an earring in and my guess is that she has big heavy strawberry nipples ever bit as sensitive as yours are, darling. I wonder how long it’ll take me to get her sandwiched between Donald and Jeremy once I get cracking on my gentle and accomplished seduction routine.’

‘You mean having her poor little anus stretched wide open and her virginal rectum filled with Donald’s stiff cock, like mine was?’ giggled Sarah, brightening.

‘Yes, Sarah, exactly. I want to see her ginger-hued anal valley as soon as I can contrive to get her out of her panties. I imagine she’s the sort of girl who has curling black hairs all the way to her bumhole and maybe even beyond, just like a Sicilian waitress.’

‘I thought you weren’t, well, altogether terribly keen on other women being as luxuriantly well-furred as you are, Vicky.’

‘As a rule, not, but once in a while I like the feel of a thick fragrantly-excited bush in my face, especially if the girl concerned is still a sexual innocent. Anyway, if Lily proves to be too hairy for my taste that’s no problem at all, Sarah. I’ll simply pluck her rogue hairs with tweezers one by one until she’s trimmed to perfection. Donald will sit on her back and hold her in place while I do it, if need be.’

‘What a sight that would be, Vicky,’ Sarah responded, her jealousy quite forgotten. ‘I suppose you’ll teach her everything you’ve taught me, won’t you, Vicky?’ Sarah enquired and once again a pang of unbidden jealously pierced her heart.

‘Yes, Sarah, once you’re over the horizon and gone off to new adventures in Sarawak, but certainly – most certainly - not forgotten, I’ll worm my way into Lily’s affections and seduce her with all my wiles and all my charm. Remember how long it was before you really enjoyed sweaty three-way tenderness and passion?’

‘Yes, I do. So Lily will be fucked by Donald and probably caned and tawsed and hairbrushed?’ Sarah laughed.

Vicky giggled in anticipation of pleasures yet to come.

‘Yes, Sarah. You can be certain Lily will be licked, sucked, fingered and thoroughly fucked with my strap-on dildo, tormented beyond endurance with one vibrator after another, made to endure the pleasures of the Sybian fucking machine crashing her through one screaming come after another, introduced to the singular delights of a meaty black cock or two pistoning her vigorously and the delectable pleasures of the sapphic caresses of those lovely Malaysian Chinese nurses whom you remember so very well. Not to mention being buggered and double-fucked and totally creamed in a bukkake party or two. All the stuff you had, darling. Would that you were there to watch her seduction, my darling girl!’

‘Oh you are wonderful, Vicky!’ cried Sarah. ‘You taught me so much about tenderness and passion and about myself, too. No girl has ever had better teachers or more thrilling adventures and it’s silly of me to be jealous!’

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

It was a dark and stormy night as they drove to Heathrow Sarah sat in the back, attempting to regain her composure. Vicky drove and Donald and Jeremy caressed Sarah as best they could in the moving car.

‘Buck up and stop that ghastly blubbing!’ admonished Vicky. ‘You’ll be singing Iban chants in a longhouse and licking pure-bred Iban pussies in no time at all, I’m sure!’

‘Oh, I’m so sad to be losing you three, I really am! Pray for the wanderer. Pray for me,’ sobbed Sarah.

________________________________________________________________________

NOTES FROM HERE xxxxxxxxxxx
Jeremy glanced in Sarah’s direction through the curling skeins of marijuana smoke.

NOTES AND STUFF

‘From her girlhood she’s been blessed with an enchantingly adroit coquetry, as the late Graham Greene wrote of Shirley Temple’.
Sic Transit Gloria Swanson
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘What do you mean, ‘Bust a nut on her face?’

‘It’s when a man spurts semen all over a girl’s face and hair and throat, Sarah!’

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘Sipping frae the furry cup.’

‘Not just sipping, dearest. Gulping, slurping and drinking like a woman possessed’.

“Time for bed”, said Florence,’ said Vicky

Unapologetically wholesome

Women need respect in bed as well as elsewhere

More Coke, Less speed

‘D’you mean a casual date or a short-term relationship or a long-term relationship?’

‘Who knows? Many a life-long passion started out as a casual and seemingly irresponsible fling’.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Worried about the prospect of being sent to Vietnam; this was when they still had the draft
Buffalo in upstate New York
At that time, to be caught fellating another male, if only for a moment, would get one imprisonment in a military prison, followed by a dishonourable discharge

Recreational drugs are agreeable enough but you mustn’t let recreational drug use run your life!

Knowledge can come to us in unexpected ways. In the U.S.A., for example, recreational drug use has taught an entire generation how to use the metric system

Even a happy life cannot be without its measure of darkness and the very word ‘happiness’ would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by dullness and even melancholia some of the time

“… because she disdained to fellate the Governor of a Southern state…”

bellowing and lowing like a cow whose calf has been taken away. But, just like that self-same cow, she forgot all about the matter in a very short time.

Immediately after 9/11 there was hysteria in the air throughout America. Even quite sensible people were all in favour of bombing someone or other immediately. I heard a radio talk show host advocating that Makkah and Madinah be nuked without further ado. As for the rest of the Muslim world, there was vast hysteria and confusion. To paraphrase Jonathan Swift, we were enjoined to burn everything from Afghanistan except the hashish. Actually, much though I love Am, there’s so much I detest. The U S A has soc for the rich and the most brutal form of capitalism for the poor…the psychotic death cultism of radical Islam is alive and well

Essex girls: materialistic and promiscuous

Those of us who remember the Profumo era; wallowing in that quite disgusting and peculiarly British cesspit of prurience and prudery

There’s an implicit ideology which goes with being one of the han-zu, the Han people of China. Numerous but rather snooty and exclusive! Not including the Mongols, Manchus, Tibetans or Uighers or even the Meos of Yunnan. Just the Han.

You need to grasp the fact that the Japs never had Enlightenment rationalism or even the Reformation or the Renaissance. When it comes to sex, they don’t have a guilt culture at all. Just a shame culture, what I’d call a “Whatever will the neighbours say?” culture, to put it in our terms.

We form stereotypes as heuristics to guide our attitudes and behaviour

Like a horny well-fed doggie wagging his tail over every sexually-available joli laide and pretty girlie

Sex is a beautiful thing between two people. Between three or more, it’s quite fantastic

Mechanical devices which incite excite sexual arousal in women include the Mercedes-Benz 500SL convertible

Men have brains and cocks but any given man only enough blood supply to run one of them at the same time

I don’t want to be the sort of embittered woman who goes without sex so long that she forgets who ties up whom

Monoracial individuals and biracial
Blasians are strikingly attractive, with their radiant skin tone slant eyes and full lips and, of course, defiantly curled hair

Sidelong lecherous glance

O ye of little faith

‘I think someday you’ll find a way to make your natural tendencies pay. At the very least, you’ll have a lot of fun’.

Those agreeably indelicate tales about sexuality in the South Seas so breathlessly, if totally mendaciously, recounted by Malinowski and Margaret Mead

Ungainly wigs of hair; a vast demonic Pekinese

In America, promiscuity, permissiveness, hedonism and Puritanism are all mixed up together with no hope of ever getting themselves sorted out. That’s why one has such a messy and untidy discourse, you see.

And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make

Grimaced in disgust

Kegel exercises to strengthen the muscles of the lower torso gives one what the Japanese call a kinchaku manko, a vagina which closes and holds as tightly as a Japanese drawstring bag

Sweetly wicked portrayal of sensual young girls by Balthus or Graham Ovendon

The day Thou gavest, Lord, has ended

Ain’t nobody in the whole wide world wants their religion and their pornography mixed up together

Trumper’s Eucris on his hair, just like an Evelyn Waugh character

for unto everyone that hath shall be given and he shall have abundance, but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath

He was wearing a baseball cap from Lucy’s Tiger Den in Bangkok which proclaimed ‘Liquor in the front! Poker in the rear!’

After 9/11 the U S A was wallowing in national narcissism made intolerably emotional with lachrymose self-pity and a surfeit of the victim mentality

Well, of course I was totally furious but it’s better to take it on the chin and move briskly along. Marcus Aurelius said the consequences of anger are more grievous than the causes of it and I’m inclined to think that’s very true

Oh, yes. I was hesitant and a little scared but, in my innermost heart of hearts, not at all reluctant

I remember reading a very funny and quite exciting erotic parody of Jane Eyre, published by Masquerade Books in New York. You remember Jane Eyre, that awful sob-story set in a boarding-school in Yorkshire?

Properly done, anal sex reminds me of the Fry’s Five Boys chocolate bars; relaxation, stimulation, lubrication, slow insertion and careful consummation.

‘Smacks and laughter rang through the grove.’

‘A real rural Bacchanal!’

……….

‘Wasn’t she rather apprehensive?’

‘My dear, she was more than apprehensive; she was screaming blue bloody murder …

…………….

I well remember the death and funeral of Diana, when lachrymose American victim culture and British street-cred yob culture met in hideous fusion for the very first time. Having a few thousand quid at hand, I fled as though from a city of antiquity stricken with the plague.

A video of Max Hardcore Steiner which would turn almost anyone’s stomach, I’d have thought. Nonetheless, some people love that nasty exploitative stuff. One of his starlets Chloe Adams, has even put together her own filthy video, with herself as director and so on. Men pissing on girls. Girls exhibiting gaping bottoms, red-raw with prolonged meaty buggering and fisting. Girls pissing into one another’s mouths and so on. Quite enough to put one off even the most genteel and decorous consensual sex forever.

We did what the French call la pipe et l’amour; fellatio and then coitus

A bit rum, I’d call it myself.

A half-Japanese, half-Caucasian is called a hapa in the U.S.A. Unhappily, quite a few of them have tremendous chips on their shoulders, the poor dears. The chaps, I mean. The girls are admired and desired by one and all.

I was in an amateur pornofilm when I was in Boston in the U.S.A. That was about the time the Iraqis invaded Kuwait

Howling dismally, oblivious of the callous merriment his discomposure was eliciting, …

A visit from her and her chums is like Boudicca and the Iceni coming to pay a social call; they drank everything on the drinks trolley, smoked all our marijuana and even raided the larder and skulled every last drop of cooking sherry.

If you’re in decent shape to begin with and take enough Viagra, 150 milligrams rather than a mere 50, you’ll have a prick as hard as iron, a very impressive stiffie which could knock down walls but if you’re stressed or fatigued or overcome by anxiety, there’s nothing doing. Even a truckload of blessed Viagra won’t help in the slightest if conditions are totally wrong.

Oh, those batchelors disporting themselves among the bored married women on Riyadh compounds. Hormonally enraged males and sexually deprived females together. An explosive combination, I’d have said.

The intimacy and pleasure which comes with sex

A maison de rendezvous

Unrestrained goatish behaviour

Her flawless velvet skin enchanted me

It’s important to keep ill-mannered and uncouth riff-raff out of a sex party; etiquette is never as important as when people are naked and horny.

Some women are obsessed by penis size, Sarah. I’m not among them, not any more. I’d far rather have sex with a nice man who has an unimpressive cock than experience amorous dalliance with a less nice chap with a real John Holmes monster prick.

About cock size among different races of humanity?
Well, the World Health Organisation eventually came out with statistics about appropriate condom sizes for different parts of the world. Until then, the issue had been a sort of awkward secret; for example, Japanese condoms were said to have been quite unsuitable for charitable distribution for at the Rio carnival They were too small, the Brazilians said, rather tactlessly.

Barolo is a particularly delectable Italian red wine

Oh, we know that we’ve suffered too much the devices and desires of our own hearts and done that which we ought not to have done as well as leaving undone that which we ought to have done, but I can’t see how that’s any of your business, to be quite frank!

Kuala Lumpur The blonde Dutch girl walked to the diving board of the pool with a provocative wiggle in her unhurried stride. She’d make a fine preteen courtesan in a sensual Arcadian utopia, thought Sarah with a silent chuckle, remembering how young she’d been when she’d started fingering herself and achieving her first fluttering little orgasms.

Swallowed too much eggnogg or sherry

Race mafiosi
Blue eyed and skin deep were shown At the doiversity education workshop

She is a retardate

Xxx is a 10th circle of dante’s hell

Firm handshake and flawless pepsodent smile like a scion of the kennedy clan running for office

Nazis banned iq as jewish and also yids smarter than aryoans pogroms in e africa fiji and trinidaf turks ans armenians

I love it when you grab my pussy hair so masterfully and tug as if you’re try to lift me up by it said sarah shyly

Keep the riff raff out

Prudent and logical can handle d I y sexual morality
Not coons whose passions outrun their foresight and ensuing social disaaster

Minn highest i9q stare iq state

Most ams don’t want to be submerged in the latin-carib version of civilisation

Dama part german part cherokkee as well upholstered as any hanoverian mistress bad hair day

I enjoty it when you treat me like a toy

Menstruation to have the painters in

Minds emptied of all content

Suffer martydom gladly

On closer inspection turnred out to be

Inner daemon

In usa executed in a correctional facility … corrected him once and for all

Not the burma railway

Morningafter pills at sainsburys … true?

Political problems galore, but most expatriates know nothing and acre less. The House of Saud has Brit./American connection

Clumsy, shy and ill-favoured

Sweet East-Asian girls with their glossy rich hair Japanese indomitable and resolute spirit
Ever-so kissable nipples like dark chocolate

‘mixed-race people combine beauty and brains, don’t you think?’

xxxxxxxxxxx

‘A cock-buster night is when two women, or even more than two, gang together to totally exhaust a man sexually. I mean, they simply exhaust him to the point where he simply can’t get a stiffie again, let alone fuck.’

‘How dreadfully cruel!’

‘No, far from it, that’s when a man really has to start using his tongue and fingers to give pleasure. It’s part of a male’s essential education, Sarah. And it’s good for the woman, or women, too. Women can easily become far too bloody prick-dependent, you know’.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘Then there’s what Helen calls “milking the cow”; I thought it sounded disgusting and degrading when she first described it but it’s really rather enjoyable and sweet. Especially when the lady concerned is expecting or breast-feeding, because then she really is giving milk like a Friesian’.

‘Describe it, I’m fascinated. I want to know what you’re talking about, Vicky’.

‘Well, one needs two men to do it. The lady is on all fours, on her hands and knees and the two men are on their backs, on the floor or the bed, assuming one has a bed wide enough, and they’re industriously nibbling, licking and sucking her nipples. The lady has her mouth free, so she can be licking another lady or fellating a man. Of course, her lower orifices are available, too, so her cunt or her bumhole could be licked or fucked or buggered. Or she could be spanked, for that matter’.

‘Wow! How super!’ Sarah licked her lips, her eyes wide and sparkling.

‘Yes, and I was licked by Helen while two men were milking her tits. That was wonderfully exciting’.

xxxxxxxxxxxx

SARAH

‘Well, that was tremendous fun, Sarah. I’m ever so proud of you!’

‘Oh, I can outslut and outfuck and outwhip anyone, given half a chance to strut my stuff and show off what I can do. I’m thoroughly debauched now!’ exulted Sarah. How long ago and far away the cramped upstairs flat in Cheltenham seemed.

It was ever so enjoyable, to have every available orifice most gratifyingly filled

Caddish and appalling behaviour. He’s hardly the sort of person whom one would wish to invite to a buffet lunch, let alone an orgy or sex party

When I was growing up in New Zealand, homosexuals were invariably referred to as brown hatters or rear gunners.

mother taught me to smother, that’s that girl’s motto!

Saudis in full rag and fanbelt , that is to say thobe and gutra and aghal. The very poshest wear a gorgeous mishla on top of the thobe, usually only for high days and holidays.

It was an afternoon so clear that the Alps were picked out sharply in egg-shell blue under a premature pink sunset transposed from a canvas by Altdorfer.

With vehement, bile and spite of a spinster of forty denouncing the male sex

A cock of quite Hagridian proportions, my dear

The labyrinth of cultural hatreds within the English-speaking world … cultural dissonances

The really big differences between the different groups of humanity are cultural and not racial

The dark arts and / or black arts using Satanism and witchcraft and wicca religion as a cover for group sex kinky nice play Satanism Helen as geog teacher

The age of techno-racism, as we learned to call it after Durban

Well, a sophisticate like me was hat hardly grossed out; it takes a lot to gross me out
Effrontery and impertinence and gall

She’s an easy prey to romantic infatuation and obsession rather than simple sexual desire, which is, after all, a primal and animalistic urge which is far easier to cope with.

RIYADH

… talking of a wonderful land called ‘Youkay’ in tones of romantic nostalgia

To expatriate women, especially Western women, Riyadh is an archipelago. Compounds and shopping centres with taxis and compound buses as lifeboats shuttling us between them.

Male fantasies about sexual high jinks at girls’ boarding school, an erotomaniacal version of St. Trinian’s

beautiful talented fearless horny and blessed by fortuna
humiliation
slithery tongue

Brits of a certain class are effete without being amusingly gay, drunken whenever granted an opportunity, snobbish sneering racist sexist and given to forever spitting poison

Song: there’s a rainbow round my shoulder

Joyous insouciant / insouciance Don’t get irate as so trifling a …

A lot of women doubt whether double penetration is even possible, the big sillies!

A propos de rien

Such fun, to be doing such filthy and depraved things together in curtained rooms

Wriggled uncontrollably thrust rhymically rthymically

Squishing audibly probing slip me a length

When it comes to XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXx I’m convinced yet doubtful, attracted yet repelled

And a fart like a six fifty Norton

Han zu people of Chinese race

Nihon ga kateba ii

Reformation
renaissance
Enlightenment rationalism

Good smut needs the exquisitely salacious turn of phrase
The voluptuously lewd metaphor and the wittily degenerate trope
…more vulnerable than most other fictional; genres to the faux pas and the ytonallapse

cultural hatreds within E speaking world

ig differences … human race are not racial but cultural

sex with lez geography teacher

the bitterness of a spinster of 40 denouncing the male sex

simple sexual desire is \easy to copy with compared with romantic infatuation and obsession

grossed out by …

cultural dissonances

effrontery and impertinence

and wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay say nay for shame

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air

I knew girls at school who’d have simply adored doing this!

She whisked a cane through the air golly how ripping!

Ineffable desire … indelible impression

Masques as in a Venetial carnival

Sensual sensuous desirable

Adoprably kissable nipples

Dykes are deviarohypnol – date rape drugs

2 is company 3 is a feast

better do as XXX says buster said YYY flexing the cane as she spoke

2 at once Well, of course I can

if it’s not too much trouble, I’d like you to insert yr penis into my vagina

just a social call

I’ve often had masture fantasies abouyt a girl very like you

Yes I like you too but in my heart of heart I feel all men are nothing but scum

Counter-intuitive

Don t tackle it like a Bob a job task

Navel an inny not an outy tummy flat and hard

Opussy hair blonde sparse but hairs long tho’ outer lips thin long pul away 1.5 inches

Swollen and thick when I am excited turn from dull pink to almost crimsom

Purple inner hardly protrude and are softly jagged like avant-garde sculpture
When legs togetrher you can see a dark vertical shadow
Unstimulated, my clit is invisible but when I am aroused it is like a soft marble under my skin and when I’m really really aroused it’s like a tiny cock almost half an inch long

My bumhole’s still virgin small and tight but very pleasantly sensitive to kisses, stroking and even a gentle blow, a breath of breath

Messiers les anglais…tirez le premier!

Vicky to Sarah II like a man with a cock just a teeny bit larger than average and who’s friendly and kind just aggressive enough to do the job

Singapore Ch orginally from Fujien Fuzhou once called Foochow in Fukien

As adorably cuddly as a little hamster

Bitterly disappointed to have arrived too late for the fair

Love and lust jump-started my heart

yr

The fear of hell’s a hangman’s whip
JENNY REAPPEARS…
Michael now married .. Jenny has had sex with him and his Afro-Caribbean wife from Grenada
She was gushing over my hand so immoderately that I felt quite like Red Adair

Sheathed snugly in her moist velvet purse

‘No more. Please, no more!’ she pleaded piteously

Some of the Embassies in Riyadh are hotbeds of every kind of vice
One of the male secretaries is a notorious cottager and Clapham Common llurker
Several of the unmarried women are promiscuous, voracious and omnivorous.
Not that such an approach is at all bad, mind you; quite a few men want to be seduced and have the very gratifying illusion of satisfying an all-but-insatiable seductress

(full name) Pier Paolo Pasolini’s superb movie version of ‘The Arabian Nights’
Movie ‘She’s Been Away’
Erotomania ,I know you really love me’ braying public schoolboys taking a ‘gap year’ to bloody well ‘find themselves’

spurt squirt intoned softly

Russian gulag and Chinese Laogai

Small but eager tool attractive and alluring

The taste vanishes on the tongue like a young girl’s vaginal sweetness

Clitorodectomies still go on in East Africa and Egypt

This marvellous horny and adventurous girl was an engineering student, amazingly enough. Like most students of Moderns or Greats I tended to feel unspoken contempt mingled with pity for those clankers, those uncouth spanner-benders, virtually all of whom were provincially-subcultured male.

SARAH IN SOHO
SARAH IN SOHO
Seats caned and model has large white chest for sale
Rather anachronistic but it’s good to see that some people are upholding traditions

The real Dominique Aury, who was the pseudonymous Pauline Reage, wrote the classic ‘Story of O’ in 1954, with the appropriate English villain in the persona of Sir Stephen. My own favourite is the interminable ‘Romance of Lust’ because the characters are so well-drawn.

Ron Jeremy is on record as saying that in the American porno industry a successful and industrious actress often makes a hundred thousand dollars to a quarter million dollars a year, while a male actor is doing well to be making forty thousand. Even a well-known male actor in the adult video trade seldom makes more than three hundred dollars a sex scene. And an unknown actor would be doing well to make half of that, even in California

Sarah enjoys the embraces of a husband and wife with their Filipina nannie (Riyadh)

Well, to quote that dour and unsmiling Scotswoman word-for-word, massage parlour work does one’s head in after a while and I suppose I can see what she means.

Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it!’ said XXXXXXXXXXXXX loudly and confidently

Goodness, one could justify the most appalling depravity with a maxim like that!

Before anal sex, one should always be sparkling clean. You know, you can get the stuff from any drugstore. Fleet Enema is the substance of choice in the U.S.A.; all the drug stores in places like Russian River, Fire Island, Castro Street and Provincetown stock it by the ton.

The big difference between real sado-masochism and the real thing is that the former is essentially a game, with the Master or Mistress ready to respond to the entreaty “Slow down! That hurts!” and far too readily inclined to pause and ask “How are you doing, honey? Is this okay?”

Restoration comedy by Thomas Dekker
… bowdlerized Shakespeare and Bible; the Bowdlers’ “Family Bible” and “Family Shakespear”

Eliza and Mary in the ‘Romance of Lust’, with Eliza extraordinarily hot to be fucked after being chastised by Miss Frankland ………………Eliza in Romance of Lust “I declare it was the action of the rod, I have never felt anything like it before”

I simply adore novels so filthy that they are utterly devoid of any shred of redeeming social importance or any taint, no matter how slight, of literary value
………………….

Are you sub or dom? A submissive or a dominant?

‘Pardon? I didn’t quite catch what you said. Would you repeat it, please?’ asked Sarah, with teeth-gritted politeness.

Are you submissive or dominant in your inclinations?

Both, actually?’ admitted Sarah with a pretty laugh, once she had comprehended at last.

Jap sex like many things in J culture from making tea to ritual suicide blurs the distinction between life, ritual and art

Indecorous

In a state of considerable disarray

Dishabille

We form stereotypes as heuristics to guide our behaviour

Limp penis detumescent semi-tumescence tumescence erectile tissue admirably rampant

Eavesdropping

Tantric sex and a recited mantra and a mandala or two to look at

Swinging sixties and the pill

Pain and pleasure delectably mingled

I’m visually challenged. circumferentially challenged

The very thought of a stiff todger and I start gushing, you know.

My nipples, breasts, armpits, neck, tummy, inner thighs, clitoris and labia were tickled with a long pheasant feather until I was at the very brink of screaming hysteria

Polyamorous rather than bisexual. Bisexuality sounds so calculating and coldly passionless, like something being described in a zoology textbook, while polyamorousness makes one think of sweet little cherubs fluttering around delectable entwined limp and langorous pantings.

Her determined finger thrust through the tight ring of muscular flesh ‘Gotcha!’ she cried exultantly

Seduction is touch and go more often than not

eroticprints.org ‘The Way of a Man with a Maid’ quite delectable illustrated scenes of Edwardian naughtiness

I became a devotee of algolagnia, the giving and receiving of pain

‘Quickly! There’s not a moment to lose!’ XXXX cried.

J pulley and sling sex, rather a hallowed J tradition, you know
………………….

‘You mean a married woman’s ‘fancy man’, her paramour, Sarah? Well, why not?’

………………………………………………………..

‘We masochists have nothing to lose but our chains!’

‘And whips and Velcro handcuffs!’

she was nothing loath to amorous sport in all its forms and the occasional condign but thoroughly enjoyable lashing

The standard English murder; poisonings in the vicarage

A lust for excitement capable of withstanding the most demanding and strenuous test …

‘Oh, yes. This modest house of ours, where you are at this very minute, has seen some loathsome and unspeakably vile and perverse depravities’.

‘Lovely!’ exclaimed Sarah with glee.

Oh, we’re in control of our destinies if not actually in control of events from minute to minute

…………………………..

She’s a tall and rather prim sixth-form college girl with very pale blonde hair and barely discernable light fuzz on her pussy’/

‘How do you know?’ demanded Sarah. ‘How have you managed to see her pubis? Tell me, xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx, I really want to know!’

…………………………………………….

To my dismay, she fell in with the New Age crystals and unicorns crowd with their infantile belief in the I Ching and Tarot cards. You know, silly feather-brained wicca adherents, believers in white magic and all that sort of harmless occult stuff, which is usually a conscience-saving way of engaging in plenty of promiscuous sex.

In my provincial adolescence I yearned to lead a life of heedless and reckless abandon. You know what I mean don’t you? Wild-eyed fearless recklessness

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I used to have a personal pet-name for playing with my nipples and clitoris, dworking. So, anyway, I was dworking my clit gently when the phone rang and my interrupter turned out to be one of the Open University mature students whom I tutor from time to time, an Anglo-French girl called Libs Fannin.

Well, to cut a longish story short, we ended up in bed together and Libs had the effrontery to omit all mention of the fact that she was menstruating before I dived down on her, my eager mouth agape and willing to inflict the pleasure only a really skilled cunnilinguist can bestow.

I nuzzled and licked, well, as you know I do once sufficiently excited, Sarah, and then, quite suddenly, I realised from the taste on my tongue that I had Libs’ menstrual blood on my lips. So there was Libs staring down at my blood-stained lips and jowls, then she burst out laughing!

“Well, what’s so bloody funny?” I demanded to know and she just laughed all the harder.

“Bloody funny, indeed! Alors, vous anglaises! Toujours le bon mot, Madame! This scene reminds me of what one lesbian vampire is said to have said to another when saying au revoir, you see!”

“And what was that, pray?” I snapped, quite unamused as I did my best to wipe the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand.

“She said, ‘See you next month,’” Libs howled, dissolving into tears of uncontrollable merriment.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Imaginatively Playing at Let’s pretend Let’s pretend we’re Amazons and you’re an enemy spy and we’re torturing you

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Oh, I’m totally guilt-free, just like the Japanese are about sex

I want a sticky-fingered novelette with lots of kissing licking sucking and humping

Not vanilla-flavoured Bodice rippers, if you please. I love tales with pussy-whipped men and dominant women, even though my own life is much more a matter of give-and-take.

One of my most wonderful lezzie encounters was a weekend I spent with a Jamaican traffic warden who’d ticketed my car about a mile from here while I was popping in to the dry cleaner’s.

You may not believe this but later she introduced me to her cousin, a coal-black girl of nineteen and quite the sauciest and most affectionate negress that I’m ever liable to meet this side of paradise, a juvenile Josephine Baker, lithe and vital, my fearless panther cub! She [name XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX] took to tribadism and troilism like the proverbial duck to water. Oh, Sarah, she was Vivacious lithe vital

like an adolescent Josephine Baker, mused Sarah She must have been quite something
affectionate and
shamelessly demonstrative of her affections

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

how long has it been since you had your pretty sex really thoroughly licked and sucked?

How long O Lord How long?

Too bloody long, that’s for sure!

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

SAWAKO: Does one prefer the convivial fun of mixed doubles to the sticky self-indulgence of bukkake?

A beautifully-finished suede flogger and another of very stiff leather with ten or fifteen tails and disarmingly pretty and a quartet of ping-pong paddles covered with tan leather

The sweetest stiff todger you ever saw, darling! I practically started gushing right there and them, Sarah!’

Well, you know me by now! Although I’m a rug-muncher of long standing, I’ve not an unswerving todger-dodger.

The very brink of incoherent hysteria and total lack of self-control and composure

I’m never happy about using ‘fuck’ in a non-literal context. It’s an inexplicable paradox, that one of the nicest and most enjoyable of human activities should be a swear word

Women’s erotica is such grisly awful formulaic stuff; the lonely broad drooling over some man’s broad chest and tanned biceps, with the obligatory mention of his torn Levis and gold Rolex. Oh, yawn!

Of course some women are fascinated by, and attracted to, rough trade? Some women find themselves irresistibly drawn to the archetypical Mediterranean greaseball, the legendary Maltese pimp to be encountered in Soho dives, Corsican hustlers, Sardinian kidnappers and Sicilian gangsters. Even sane secretaries from the Midlands write tragic letters to agony aunts in women’s magazines which begin “I met this Spanish waiter and he said he loved me…” about a quite unintended holiday impregnation. Silly brainless bitches!’

xxxxxxxxx

Next to the sofa, on a small occasional table, were books with titles like ‘Mistress Blackheart’, ‘Bumboy’ and ‘Giant Cock’. Rather shymaking, to have casual callers looking at one’s execrable choice in light literature, I’d have said. Quite unlike ‘The Story of O’, by Dominique Aury, which I found strange and marvellous, like a set of keys to a corridor of unexpected doors in our everyday lives.

She glanced idly to her right, to have her gaze held fast by a shelf of books with startling and arresting titles. Deborah Addington’s ‘A Hand in the Bush: The Fine Art of Vaginal Fisting’ lay next to Tristan Taormina’s ‘Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Women’ and Bill Brent’s ‘Ultimate Guide to Anal Sex for Men’. Intrigued, Sarah looked closer. Yes, there were more volumes with still more exciting titles; Holly Hughes’ ‘Clit Notes’ and Barbara Keesling’s ‘Good Girl’s Guide to Bad Girl Sex’ as well as a book with a title which caught Sarah’s eye at once; ‘How to Give Her Absolute Pleasure: Totally Explicit Techniques Every Woman wants her Man to Know’ by Lou Paget and one last one, Cathy Winks’ ‘Good Vibrations Guide: The G-Spot’.

‘Splendid, quite marvelous!’ she said aloud.

The soft penis swelled and grew in my hand most gratifyingly, quite as though it had a life independent of the man to whom it was attached.

‘Oh what a tangled web we weave…’ breathed XXX, sotto voce.

Seek and ye shall find’, murmured XXXXXXXXXXX, unzipping the tan chinos the American student was wearing.

Writers are driven by an inner daemon who brooks no denial

The faerie world of William Bulter Yeats while he was still in what Maude Gonne called his “Silly Willie” period

Erica Jong, that marvellous American Jewish writer, has described an orgy with insight, emotional warmth and humour, a very rare combination

Nobody’s telling us any of the facts which really make sense, like the interest that American oil corporations have in the Unocal pipeline under Afghanistan

Oh, the two of them took to polyamorous group sex like over-exuberant covert to Roman Catholicism. Real hedonists, they are now, XXXXXXXXX

At first XXXX found her inhibitions holding her back from enjoying herself to the full; for her, group pleasures were very agreeable but still somehow disgusting.

Well, Sarah, that sweet dear Aphrodite is the Greek goddess of love, whom even the gods themselves obey

Oh, I grew up in Connaught, in a glebe house not far from Galway Bay. My childhood was one of a Goldsmithian rural idyll; you know, rushy meadows leading down to a shallow lake with perch and pike.

I love having a bidet to sluice my fanny really thoroughly.

All the better houses in the Middle East have a bumsquirter next to the loo.

In Japan, the Panasonic Beauty Toilet is enormously popular

If you’re going to encourage a partner to really enjoy anilingus, you need to wash out your bum really thoroughly. If you’ve got a bidet with a powerful jet, use it creatively. Hold your bumhole wide open and let the jet wash your bum really thoroughly!

Oh, they were positively gruesome company, compared to the joyous hedonists I’d become used to.

ON K S A EXPAT SOCIETY
‘Look, one needs to made the effort to understand that not everyone takes erotic and polyamorous pleasures with a pinch of salt. To the majority of people in our society, this sort of hedonism is not just depraved, it’s downright disgusting.

She was content to be a mere doxy for a while but eventually she insisted on the secure status of a married woman.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

As a student, I found vacation work in a biscuit factory. Oh dear, I found joining the lower orders in the workplace a thoroughly disagreeable and dispiriting experience. I soon learned to keep my trap shut, I assure you. If I was in the canteen and started talking about anything outside their experience, I’d be silenced by being asked, “How old was you when you swallowed the dictionary?” or something equally stupid and brainless. Then, purely by chance, I met Beryl. She was just over thirty, divorced and childless; somehow or other we were drawn together as kindred spirits.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The maison de passé was the 1920s French equivalent of the Japanese love hotel, XXX.

Oh, the first consummation is usually one of frantic urgency
…………

‘No man ever failed you? Ever? Never any instance of unexplained soft dick or brewer’s droop?’

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX laughed scornfully.

‘My dear, that’s why men come equipped with fingers and tongues!’

belief systems and sex mixed together are a very potent combination

entwined limbs and voluptuous pleasures

brought nearly to a spend

sexual appetite of a stoat on heat, awesomely voracious ………… good Home Counties family Baccarat crystal accent

‘Are you talkable to?’ enquired xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

A man cannot be too careful in his choice of enemies

Not dead yet whispered Sarah
cottaging in men’s public lavatories like Joe Orton and his boyfriend.
rutting in the park
Oh, Japanese girls are notoriously easy but we are usually sticklers for the diplomatic preliminaries of romantic courtship

I mean, we all like fellatio but we don’t want it rammed down our throats

It was a dark and stormy night

Willie Wordsworth was born in Cockermouth

Woman with rose in teeth unfaithful to me

She was a super person before she got religion and became a colossal bore

With friends like these, who needs enemies of any kind?

I pirouetted in front of the mirror admiring my full womanly bush, very narcissistic

She has a fiery attitude

A better class of Ashram in the foothills of the Himalayas

Yes, in Our ashram every volunteer gets hyis or her own dying leper to waSH

He’s my type, that’s all

Impulsive and reckless behaviour

Go with your instincts

‘DANA I felt as though I had to have vigorous sex at least once a day or I’d die!

Popeye’s spinach

PARTY TALK: We need men with adjustable testosterone levels… You know, stable and nurturing most of the time but an insatiable horny stud when required to be Yes, whenever one requires, one simply presses a button or flicks a switch

I want to be desired accepted and respected by the same bloke and have lots of adventures, too…

It’s not like I did one night stands in motels from sea vto shining sea said Dana unexpectedly primly

One year was like a century in my sexual development and awareness I’m from an emotionally and sexually dysfunctional family

Foxy manoeuvers in black leathers

If you have the hots for someone, you’re keen very keen indeed to exchange bodily fluids

Men are aroused by copulins; scents of vaginal secretions, menstrual blood and lingering urine orours

Women react subconsciously to aldosterone in male underarn perspiration; you can get phero …… ? bottled and spray now

Condoms … once a man has to think about staying hard to put on a condom can be long enough toi render the process unnecessary they interrupt sexual continuity

Bowling ball 2 or 3 f in cunt and thumb in bum

Hitachi magic wand symmetrical shape strong vibr. Natural for partnered face to face fun

You pottymouth

Gracefully and adptly quieted her misgivings

Added zest one might as well why not go the whole hog

Ecstasy clumsy shy ill-favoured we don’t want her screaming blue bloody murder

Bawd and procuress

When in usa in f film roslindale road indomitable angelic with her loose flowing red hair

Okamura akano
conga line hokie cokie rhumba dame fist-fuck

XX withdrew XXX from YYY, who objected with a wail of disappointment

You’re quite impressively rampant. Is that on my account?

Rivers of Africa on his cock veins

Soft velvet head and the teeniest, dearest, little mouth

Flavoured condoms and lubricant I prefer a woman au naturel
Oh, yes, the jizz dripping off her lovely face

Camel fisting

A short, plump, young woman with naturally-curling brown hair raised her unsleeved arm to disclose a glimpse of Axillary…
Sarah, remembering what Vicky had once said , found herself wondering what the model’s cunt would look like. Or taste like. The natural aroma of a woman’s vaginal juices, delectable and very exciting

At the Dyke Disco, the girl next-door is transformed into the leather ‘n bondage queen
Shake your bottom
Shake your booty
Shake your arse

Oscar Wilde once said that the U S A was the only country to have gone straight from barbarism to decadence, without having passed through civilization

Tantric contortions

A sudden and quite unexpected finger in the bum

Felch Annie and Connie Lingus merit and demerits English attitude towards to sex is ……reflected by ..Benny Hill rather than by the Marquis de Sade

Pulled up at the first hurdle

Emmanuelle Arsan

Deus ex Machina

Beating off the barbarian onslaught with a rolled-ip copy of the ‘Sunday Times’ winter fly

Pleaded tearfully about face

Anaïs Nin’s ‘Delta of Venus’ and Alex Comfort’s ‘Joy of Sex’

Her pussy hair has been shaved and trimmed to a precise romantic heart-shape.

Being on the receiving end of body worship is simply adorable. One adores being the centre of attention…

XXX walked across the room, dreadfully conscious that my cunt was either dripping or about to start, what with all the spunk I’d had pumped into me and the very copious
juices my glands had been producing.

Sarah orally reams D and wanks him simultaneously while D eats out Vicky.

You should see the look of ineffable bliss on XXXXXXXXx’s face while she’s having both nipples sucked and has a stiff prick in each hand.

‘I wish tonight could last for ever, I really do,’ murmured Sarah

What the French call tournante, taking one’s turn.

You’ve got to use all your mouth, not just your tongue. Suck a girl’s clit as though you’re trying to swallow it. Then slurp up her pussy juice as demonstratively noisily as you can and vary that by batting her clit with the tip of your nose.

My story was all-but-forgotten in rough notes in a drawer … after so long a hibernation it emerged with teeth and claws grown in the darkness

You don’t know / can’t imagine / how much I’ve needed some loving this week

The come inside my cunt positively dripped – gushed – out of me the minute I stood up

Carrots and cucumbers are nicely cunt-sized

It’s a part of our cultural mythology that those prim and plain-looking girls are expected to be sexual dynamos but they’re quite often as dull and disappointing as they look

‘Cock it to me, you lovely young man!’, yelled XXXXXXXXXXX

Heavens, it doesn’t take much to arouse my passions. I practically fainted from pleasure! What the French call ‘le petit mort’, rather descriptive, don’t you think?

A woman with two lovers is quietly happy and serene.

‘Who’ll eat me out? Come on, who will eat my glorious creampie?’ squealed exultant xxxx.

Rather like one of “The Street Cries of Old London” on a tea caddy, thought Sarah.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I hoped he was going to squirt into my mouth but he pulled out at the very last second and gave me a pearl necklace instead

XXXXXXXXXXX was brought into the candlelit drawing room on a glittering slender chain attached to a studded leather collar around her throat. XXX’s hands were handcuffed behind her back and she was wearing a perforated ball gag and a black silk blindfold.

An impressive performance even in this celebrated den of degenerates, thought Sarah

LOUISE: A pommel is an amusing standby for a woman whose hubby is suddenly smitten by limpness Or it can be worn by a girl … it brings out the butch dyke in the least likely women

Tentatively probed xxxxxxxxxxxxx’s puckered anus with a fingertip.

Morning-after pill is often known as Plan B in the U.S.A. good anytime up to seventy-two hours after sex and, in practice, probably quite a bit longer

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

‘Sarah thought of suggesting that Barbara might find the spectacle of a man sucking a penis which had just been withdrawn from his daughter’s vagina more exciting still, but thought better of voicing the thought.

An agony of lecherous frenzy fiercely erect considered bad form frowned on in the best circles

Hands behind my head and my elbows pointed East and West

‘Oh, your cousin’s just an eighteen-year-old cuntstruck gash-hound, Barbara. He’d fuck a monkey dressed as a woman without needing much persuasion’.

at his mercy………………………………….

A sort of joke Japanese name, like Christy Yamagucci.

…when my husband first tentatively suggested that we try doing a threesome with another man, I thought about it in silence for a moment and then jumped up and hugged him.

“Do a threesome with Hugh Parker? Gosh, what a ripping idea! Sounds good to me!”

Arabs are dreadfully touchy

I was captivated, believe me

Well, faut de mieux, I slid out of my clothes with the best grace I could and arrayed myself as decorously as I could on the chesterfield, displaying all my charms to advantage. Everyone told me later that it had been a captivating performance

A cluster of Georgian listed buildings, photographed innumerable times for the pages of ‘Country Life’, gave way to a patchwork of Euro-rapeseed and hideous Lego-village buildings.

I detest the high-campy handclapping unisex Church of England

‘Give it to me! More! O God, I love it, I love it!’

‘What’s to like? What’s not to like?’

A fleshy temptress like Monica Lewinsky lowering her bum onto my face.

Sultry and humid

Torrid nights on the Caribbean or the South China Sea

Sobbing hoarsely……………..contrary to faith and morals

Pouted petulantly

Balmy evening on Eel Pie Island

she sounds like Tara Palmer-Tomkison

Uninhibited flushed and certainly very juicy

One of those very genki and irrepressible old gaijin broads who start making gangbang videos in Santa Monica at the age of fifty-nine. So there’s everyone else in her generation thinking about Botox and retirement and there was Jan sucking thick black cocks in front of a Panasonic video camera

Lead us not into temptation

A treat a spree on the spree

Utterly devoid of redeeming social value

‘Are you usually submissive or dominant, Sarah?’

‘Both actually, xxxxxxxxxxxx,’ admitted Sarah, rather shyly. ‘Depending on how I’m feeling, usually.’

US States marriage at 17 no porno til 18 or even 21

Thais Koreans Chinese Japs no same cunts

‘Give it to me right now! Oh, I love it! I love it!’

Ice lolly in cunt to anaesthatise

Kiku is the Japanese word for chrysanthemum

If there’s a row there won’t be

You never know. I don’t want X thinking I’ve been helping to arrange things

A long-term sufferer from erotomania

LOUISE”S HOUSE: Sarah cast her eyes over the titles on the bookshelf; ‘Fragrant Abuses’, ‘Forbidden Delights’ and ‘Depraved Angels’. Nice titles, she thought idly.

A career as a Hollywood gangbang movie fluffer

being felched is an amazing sensation Felch me!

‘Sauce! Exclaimed Beryl

dismayed undaunted

venom viper waspish waspishly sharply

rapt attention rapture rapturously Arbeit macht frei

…but this denoted a foregone conclusion

Oh, one would put in every honest hand a whip to lash the rascals naked though the world

for who would bear the whips and scorns of time

her voice was ever soft gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman

whip me such honest knaves!

Muff muncher

Low on personality skills and talents

Danced a jig

Jitters and butterflies in my stomach

In the U.S.A. you can marry a 17 yr old but if you take pix of her unclad you’ve committed a Federal crime. A very odd state of affairs, you might rightly say

A provincially-subcultured woman from a teachers’ training college with an IQ which might on a very good day touch three figures, given a favourable following wind

If you were to set out to design a place intended to inflict as much psychic damage as possible it would be very similar to a British comprehensive school

Most British expatriates in Sarawak are very, verystraight arrows and would be quite appalled to know anything about our high jinks here in Surbiton and still more dismayed and disgusted if they imagined you’d be doing the same sort of thing in Kuching, Sarah’.

Too much of a good thing is wonderful

Wallop / walloping

a damn good whacking

I can resist anything except temptation

GAY BOYS: quite the homo erectus, I thought

I affected all the coy delicacy and restraint of an adolescent Mae West after reading Margaret Mead’s marvellous ‘Coming of Age in Samoa’. To this day, I can remember passages practically by heart. You know; “They laugh at stories of romantic love, scoff at infidelity … believe explicitly that one love will quickly cure another and that adultery need not necessarily mean a broken marriage … divorce is a simple, informal matter … Samoans welcome casual homosexual practices … in such a setting, there is no room for guilt.” Gripping stuff for a girl of sixteen to read! What a pity it was almost totally untrue!’

‘Yes, rather like Montaigne or Voltaire writing with devout confidence about a Golden Age they hadn’t seen for themselves.’

With inimitable poise and grace

A few minor and very amusing peccadilloes with men of my father’s age. I loathed young boys. Then, that is. I rather like them now that I’m old enough to be a patient and instructive schoolmarm in the bedroom

BESTIAL CONVERSATION: no dog and pony shows for me

Vicky: well, hardly forsaking all others, for goodness’ sake!

Doe eyed and petite charmer like xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Quite enchanting nest of curls she’d been concealing under her panties
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

AMATEUR SEX VIDS
Girls like Lil Diva are nowhere near pretty enough to be real movie stars. I mean, she’s plain if not out-and-out ugly. To be honest, even Annabel Chong is nothing special in the looks department; if you saw her working behind a duty-free sales counter at Changi Airport your heart wouldn’t skip a beat, would it? No, the point is that Annabel Chong and Lil Diva have that elusive je-ne-sais-quoi called élan vital. If you watch and listen to Annabel in ‘The World’s Biggest Gangbang 1’ shouting More!” “Rougher!” “Harder” with her throat dry and her cunt lubriciously moist
Quite a paradox

YOUNG JAP WOMEN
When young Japanese women are away from home they are unleashed at last and free from restraint Seducing them is as easy as pie and the short plump ones with specs are especially willing and ready for any depravity
…..natural lechery…
married ones on the hunt for sex with white foreigners

BKK hierarchy of sex workers, with escort girls and call girls at the top, bargirls in the middle and street drabs at the bottom…..the street drabs are like twopenny uprights in Victorian London, the prey of Jack the Ripper

USA sheer bitchy nastiness of Am public like
In Massachusetts the calculated reference to the alleged drug dependency of a political opponent
Strong prescription drug to get a decent night’s sleep

ARABIA
Young males in this culture – if you can call it a culture – go straight from the Qur’an to King Kong, serial explosion movies and hard-core sex videos. No wonder they’re as mentally screwed-up as they are.

The spanners-benders and ex-Raffers loathe and detest ELT teachers, all of whom they assume to be queer, although only half of them are. That half work hard to get the straight half a vile name; one in Dhahran was being buggered by his houseboy and making no secret of the fact.

In K S A a lot of expat males are wage-earning pussycats
Sun-bronzed expat women pool and gym horny

ANAL SEX
Anyone who’s done anal sex more than once or twice knows that once in a while things can get, well, messy.

ARABIA Jewellery so stupefyingly vulgar it would appall a mafia wife

PUTDOWN IN PUBLIC
You weren’t so rude and offhand to me when my tongue was in your anus, Rhoda!

PATTAYA
Overwhelmingly depressing fat honkies and bored young tarts

COCK SIZE
Girthy black cocks cream pie gaping anus after prolonged anal fisting

Birthday spanking

Unique talent for self-promotion and self aggrandisement
……..when fisting, , be careful with your fingernails

Benny Hill approach to sex is essentially funny, silly and playful

Irritating and annoying persona whom we long to see in the hands of Hannibal Lector

DOUBLE PENETRATION
My dear, no experience even comes close

Sri Lankan housemaid ……. A div woman……. Soap her cunt and bum and fuck her, then bugger her with a strap-on dildo with a harness

Nudist beach; all sorts of bodies are on display; withered dugs and pert young tits on display

Whoever called it necking was a very poor observer of anatomy

She’s a loving wife, a devoted mother and, on occasion, a shameless sex-crazed XXXXXXXXXXXXXX slut (?) nymphomaniac
The look of utter bliss on a woman’s face as both her nipples and her clitoris are tongued, licked and nibbled by three attentive men!

It comes under the heading of “Ten Stupid Thing Women Do to Mess Up Their Lives”

A woman’s legs flail when she’s receiving a vigorous fucking

I hate being pulled about although I adore being in the under the command of a masterful man

Female masturbation
Pool jets shower head and elect toothbrush

Provocative swagger

VICKYGANGBANG I’m not at all experienced merely a county standard gangbang slut

American and Australian boys in Sharjah
Touching fondling in changing room
You know how to …….?
I shook my head, too excited and apprehensive to speak
I wasn’t at all scared just stunned that this was happening to me
I was young, tender, willowy and practically titless
Here I was with a hot rampant cock in each hand
Snoopy Lucy in gang fuck

ANAL SEX
Dab of Tiger Balm in bumhole is kind of tingly and nice for some people but horridly irritating for others

Opinionated every-busy and pub-spirited women
Always desperately concerned about something or other
Unpleasant women of strong character

The desirable ladyboy; clean, big-dicked always ready and androgynously horny with a receptive but tight bum

In USA and UK

Our first sexual urges at or 9 all honest girls will admit to
Younger than I’m willing to admit …

Most white Bostonians have no more set foot in black Roxbury than in Somalia or Afghanistan

Abundance of hair at base of his young cock

Emasculated men and castrating women

Love hotel Southern Cross Hotel in Osaka

HOMO
Fudge packing

Japanese condoms were said to be “too small” in Brazil
Rio carnival

XXXXXXXXXXX was taught to eat pussy by a lesbian
K S A RIYADH
Riyadh car bombings
Am at Pr Sultan base So of Riyadh
T C N flips not white and not really T C Ns
Filipina wives in an odd category

Sexual infatuation with the Flip housekeeper two doors away

When I was young, it used to be claimed that decent girls with good self esteem don’t have obsessive desires

Most self-respecting men believe women were given mouths to enable them to eat and perform fellatio not expound their stupid witless ill-informed opinions

IRISH
Jeer sneer belittle “was there a school in your village?”

I’m not responsible for your shitty education

K S A
Ignorant savages, happy to remain so
Not like the Japanese in 1860s willing to learn

She’s the sort of woman who’s given to kicking up a frightful fuss when anything annoys her.

The male equivalent of nymphomania is satyriasis

Rebarbative, Kenneth Clarke

MICKEY”S SUGGESTION SHARON AND PENNY ++++++++++
Tasteless and appalling suggestion

‘I feel absolutely marvellous; stuffed, plugged and totally filled!’ gasped Sarah ecstatically. ‘Oh, yes, I see what you meant now; it’s quite beyond description, it really is!’

xxxxxxxxxxxxx

She stated at Sarah with lewd glee

Taking in the scene with a lascivious glance

Provincial Bohemianism was far from easy, believe me

Christ, I’ll never forget

Instant bedside testing for Aids and herpes

Ducking stool and scold’s bridle

It was said of William Butler Yeats the poetry in his head was affecting his brain

Ignorance cruelty and bigotry of Islam

Darling Nikki

ORIENTAL
A woman who’s had two children but her cunt’s still as tight as a young teenager’s

My body contradicted me by feeling so wonderful

A Ready Brek force field

SAWAKO
‘I’m quietly proud of the fact that my pussy grips tightly, like the proverbial kinchaku manko.’

‘A what?’

‘A kinchaku is a Japanese drawstring bag and manko is a rather coarse Japanese colloqialism for vagina.’

You make me hot and wetty-wetty

They look as lovely and wholesome as the Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie

My little furry mouse, my fig, my delectable oyster, my pearl beyond price

************CHAPTER HEADINGS*******************
NO WOMAN NO CRY
BI BI LOVE

Surprisingly …..Young girl with a cunt big enough to park a truck in, while xxxxxxxxxxx, who’s a decade older and has given birth to two adorable children, has a puss as tight as a very young girl. Xxxxxxxxx
A lovely little red leather basque to cover her stretch marks. She’s very sensitive about them being seen, you see, you see

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

A really filthy no-holds-barred lezzie party. Sounds smashing!’

‘The sensation of being fisted by another woman is utterly out of this world, Sarah. I first had it done by the very same small, bird-like, almost anorexic, Bengali woman doctor whom you’re going to meet soon.’

‘Ripping! Will she fist my cunt, if I ask her nicely?’

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

The erotic elegance of anorexia.

XXX stretched her slender limbs with feline grace

I abhor even the briefest abstinance from luxury and self-indulgence. Frankly, I’d rather take an overdose and be done with it!

I’m positively dripping in anticipation of this!

‘Yes, you’re the archetype of the sort of girl who likes something hot inside her.’

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx removed her bracelet and all the rings from her fingers and then lubricated her right hand and forearm with great care

‘One hot fisting coming right up. Are you sure you’re ready for this?

Sarah laughed nervously

I am just a little apprehensive, to be truthful, xxxx’ she admitted
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Morning-after pill ECP Well, as people’s sex drive races up, their IQ declines accordingly

‘I grew up among the free-range children of the Hampstead liberal freethinking intelligentsia; you know, the sort of houses with lots of books and no hairbrushes. Not a bad sort of upbringing, really!’

The sort of woman who would wear a shahtoosh shawl even after possession of them became not merely illegal but universally condemned.’

Bright but idle

Diffected and distracted by overactive adolescent hormones

Nouveau riche and vulgarians throwing parties

Cokeheads drunk and whore my ears pricked up at once

Prick up your ears

Gracefully rakish louche looking for action pulling her ‘bored and trapped’ face he was in a right old state live the life of social lepers and pariahs in Surbiton

A very blasé way a withering look and a pointed sigh

Home thoughts from abroad

Radical Guardianista

Sarah
We all know HOW EASY IT IS FOR A MAN TO BE sexually manipulated and emotionally controlled by a woman

She pulled down her own panties giggling as she did so and 11 days later she was screaming to all and sundry that she was a rape victim

Sex and drugs and rock and roll

Fun loving free sprited high spirited

“Shit!” evidently a term of approval in New Zealand, her homeland.

You can get more purchase on a futon

Cognitive dissonance the simultaneous holding of mutually contradictory beliefs

Sex ground zero

People in my school called me a slut and a whore but I d just shrug and tell them I enjoyed my body, so there!

Nice but naughty

My lust surfaced like a coelacanth from oceanic depths

Baleful look and a pointed sigh

Purge one’s mental hard drive

Unspoken soliloquy

You needn’t feel ashamed about being incorrigbly horny. No in this house

Bacchanalia dionysian romp

150 acres; golf course

550 tribes in USA

Zelig a PERSON who absorbs whatever is in his environment, decent or indecent

smutty fun Benny hill; an evening of British smut

102 mayflower passengers and 50 survived the first winter in america

amusingly saucy little bedroom games

soft blindfolds and resteaints

double yr pleasure double yr fun with a prick in yr cunt and one in yr bum

savage love

‘Condemned by all decent people, you mean?’

‘Come and take me! I’m yours.’

The breezy English rose look of the Land Girl posters

gratifying casual carnal encounters

XXXXXX grinned with a detached air of superiority

a real sexual smorgasbord with everything on offer simply imploring to be tried!

Insatiable unslaked appetite // wanton desires

THE WILDEST DREAMS OF KEW
The world is wondrous large, seven seas from marge to marge and the wildest dreams of Kew are the facts of Kathmandu

Nothing is more difficult in my opinion than to avoid something that fundamentally attracts you

Catherine the Great and her horse. Quite untrue, mind you.

playful coyness

“Hello Kitty” vibrator Virtual Valerie on the Internet heart-shaped pussy hair

hatred between nonces and tams in prison

‘Tams? What does the word mean?’

‘Thugs and morons.’

‘Moronic enough, that’s for sure! Sixty percent of the prison population is illiterate.’

‘Mind you, I’d say that twenty percent of the British population is functionally illiterate.’

SURBITON

One has to be discreet here; this isn’t a cosmopolitan environment

I mean, if the unscrupulous and flint-hearted reptiles of the tabloid press, had a chance, they’d be delighted to lift the lid on suburban depravity. The red-tops, the “Sun” and the “Mirror” are the worst, of course, but nobody of any intelligence reads them, so they hardly matter.’

xxxx

Freeze-frame Barbie Ken Skipper sex 24 frames a second

Get yer baps out!’ chortled XXXXXXXXX

Venturing an opinion Emma Bovery slipping off to Rouen for a tryste with her lover under the pretext of receiving piano lessons

It impressed me enormously … jolly super, too

Bikini trim……heart-shaped
bury my face in a lovely big fragrant bush

savage love

‘Double your pleasure, double your fun, with a prick in your cunt and one in your bum!’ trilled Penny merrily!

I just adore juicy leaking cocks with tasty purple heads

The taste and scent and taste of unshaven, untrimmed, femme au naturel is delightful to me……ideally, a wee bit gamey

Legions of girls now believe that dressing like sex workers is the only true path to woman hood; the way teenie idols are decked out is a symbol of this cultural zeitgeist

Shameless skanks

I went to a convent school, Our Lady of Perpetual Help. The wickedest among the older girls referred to it as Our Lady of Multiple Orgasms

Native Americans have developed an incurable addiction to receiving federal wampum

One detests listening to feminists whining about how sorry for themselves they feel.

SHARON
Face sitting: smothering or licking. We always offer a choice. Actually, we offer quite a menu. You see, normally a client rather likes, well, gamey undies pressed down on his face so I always keep a few nicely matured items in Ziploc bags so I can pop them on at short notice

In the same way that a great many men simply adore inhaling the heady scent of an aroused woman.

Yes, added Penny. I meant vaginal arousal but there are some men whose idea of absolute bliss in inhaling women’s farts

‘Yes, so I understand. Like the Marquis de Sade wrote about.’

‘The ideal for a face-sitting, queening woman, would be to have immense Hottentot buttocks to appeal to … to …’

absolute blissikins

DP possible?

A propos de rien doing deliciously filtyy things together behind discreetly closed doors

Wriggled rhythmically squishing audibly probing length gushinbg sheath pleaded spurt all over me squirt into me soppy emotions complicate our sexual beingness

‘The men known to the cognoscenti as steatopygyphiles. Yes, Sarah, that tiny minority of men who love fine hard, ideally immense and mighty buttocks on a woman

xx

‘A string of anal beads pushed in one by one and ripped out from their snug lodging in one’s rectum at the very moment of orgasm.’

‘Christ! That sounds bloody risky!’ exclaimed Sarah, quite shocked at the very idea of such a thing.

When I first met her I thought she was just another of those silly opinionated university women given to forever running their mouths about Foucault, Althusser and Sartre, just as though any of their listeners were in the least little bit interested

‘I’m in the mood for love,’ trilled Sarah, skipping lightheartedly along the leaf-strewn pavement

O, such an inviting spectacle. I simply couldn’t resist it! I simply licked my lips, flicked back my hair and dived forwards, face first.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
‘She was the very same angelic-faced girl whom I ‘d seen, and envied, in the Scandinavian magazine sucking two thick pricks simultaneously as though her life depended on it and later on I wrung it out of Donald that he considered her the most accomplished cocksucker he’d ever experienced sex with.’

‘You weren’t even the teeniest bit jealous, Vicky?’

‘Heavens, no! Some women can run faster than I can, or jump higher. It goes without saying that some women can suck pricks better.’

The archetypical Essex girl is promiscuous, ill-educated, none-too-bright and obsessively materialistic. You see them in vast herds in Ibiza and in smaller numbers as far afield as Bali.

Universal education has created an immense class of the new stupid

‘When she’s talking about sexual liberation, she’s the equivalent of a maquis d’après-guerre. In the ‘Swinging Sixties’ she was an unswervingly virtuous unmarried woman and then an unswervingly monogamous wife. It’s only now she’s over forty that she’s like a mink on heat.’

Oh, women pay lip-service to the cult of the gentle and sensitive man yet they readily throw themselves at the feet of coarse brutes, Maltese pimps …

She has a face only a mother could love

SHARON

Observed that as Mickey’s prick was pulled out of Mum’s vagina on the out-stroke, the lips of her cunt clung tenaciously to his cock, as though unwilling to let him go

VICKY TO SARAH
All women want to experience being impaled on a truly monstrous prick at least once

‘A fuck’s no good unless it hurts’

‘That’s disgusting’

‘Hardly disgusting! One wishes to be aware it’s happening’

SHARON
I practiced, O God how I practiced
I shoved cucumbers, bananas and courgettes, even an eggplant, right inside me

‘Vicky, I know exactly what you mean. My hubby once confessed that he had a lech to make love to me sometime when I was full of other men’s juice, I mean, having other men’s spunk in all my orifices at one and the same time’.

Vicky sighed understandingly.

‘I remember what he said word-for-word, Beryl; “I want to make love to you when you’re so full of spunk that you’re positively oozing. I want wrap my arms round you and to thrust my tongue into your spunky mouth, shove my cock into your spunky cunt and slide my finger up your spunky bum”. God, I was so disgusted and yet thrilled at the same time, you know’.

I’d even walk into the bedroom to find another man thrusting away between tour outspread thighs and you’d say, ‘Come in, honey. You can lap up every last drop of this lovely cream pie when he’s done with me!’”

And we’ve done it too. One thing he really loves it the squelchy sound of a second or third cock fucking an already-spunky and overflowing cunt.

Lovely! Everyone should get a chance to fulfill the fantasy of his or her dreams!’ responded Vicky enthusiastically.

‘I love that sticky and exhausted feeling after really good vigorous sex. Competitive running must be very similar.

Well, I stayed overnight but I felt awkward and abashed, a bit shy about looking anyone in the face the next morning. I mean, how can you look a woman whom you hardly know in the eye when you were fisting her cunt the previous night?

‘Quite easily, in my case, actually. One needs a book called ‘Etiquette for All Occasions’’ giggled Sarah

Cuckold videos

A great many men relish the thought of watching their wives being humiliated

She felt cheap and used and ashamed and he loved every minute of it!

Loud squelching

Sounds good to me, laughed Sarah

You probably can’t live your whole life in a spirit of
Aristocratic frivolity but there’s no reason why you shouldn’t jolly well try!

MICKEY

Gross grossly vile perverted and disgusting but still enormously exciting and I shuddered with mingled distaste and excitement

What he was suggesting was a little too out-and-out pervy for my tastes, and probably even for Mum’s too, but Mum pulled Mickey to her and kissed him loudly amd wetly.

“You naughty, naughty boy, Mickey! Xxxxxxxxxxxx use your fingers, Mickey darling. Scoop your spunk out of me and feed it to Sharon with your hand. That’s quite enough, I’d say!”

You see, I think Mum still has hesitation when it comes to the incest taboo to accept that one has to draw the line somewhere
enough of

out and out mother-daughter cunnilingus was just too outré to be within the bounds of permissibility. To this day, we haven’t touch one another’s cunts.

BERYL
My first sexual experiences were with my father’s friends, men of my father’s generation.
I avoided and despised those uncouth surly loutish factory lads with dirty fingernails and their monosyllabic and appallingly gauche attempts at conversation

‘Vite! Encule-moi!’ implored Chantal

VICKY ON SARAH
I adore her dated girls’ day-school idiom.

Thai girl’s BKK Patpong exhibition break eggs shoot ping-pong balls across a room smoke cigarettes
All I can do is to squirt the bath taps and that’s only with a Herculean effort

Detestable vile loathsome and unspeakable depravities

Nymphomania and satyriasis
Salacious voluptuously lewdness

a quite unabashed and shameless libertine

A married woman’s paramour or “fancy man”

DANA: big hooters

SYBIAN: I almost passed out with the intensity of the pleasure!

Positive reinforcement kinks and kinkiness
tendencies and urges
more scope in certain places than in others

She’s always two gins over par

Boisterous and exuberant and playful

Private parts in public places

Once you’ve been in a porno flick, the term ‘private parts’ is meaningless. Just think how many people have watched your most intimate moments and……..
In a tiny country like Denmark, you must be recognized sooner or later

She soon came to resent the unjust imputation of being a prick teaser

The men who are popular with women are usually ghastly and thoroughly disliked by other men

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom

Finally rolling off her, gasping for breath

My first steps towards being corrupted and depraved were when we had … Lascivious and loving au pair (when I was a young teen)

Crevice
My oyster
My hairy clam
My furburger

Perverted but quite delectable passions

VICKY ABOUT DONALD: I like a man who takes his time

Am Mom can’t have her hubby castrated, which is what she really wants but she can insist that her little boy is circumcised; she has to be satisfied with that

VICKY AND SARAH ON
Naked, those Chinese-Malaysian nurses are lithe young goddesses, the dramatis personae of an opiated vision of beauty

SHARON / MICKEY”S SUGGESTION: just a bit de trop and over-the-top

A mask when in video silver spangled satin mask

60s: Free love and sexual liberation – everyone was dropping lysergic acid and their pants

moist velvet purse

liberty is not an unambiguous good, especially if the lower orders start adapting ideas from Bloomsbury

DANA: As Diamond Lil said, “I lost my reputation and never missed it”

You can well imagine that Nadia, James’ wife, used to be a standard expatriate Lebanese wife with the predictable Louis Vuitton and Dior obsessions

maquisard d’après-guerre.

Swallowed too much sherry

She’s practically a retardate

Xxx is a tenth circle of Dante’s hell

An American with a firm handshake and a flawless Pepsodent smile

Howling as though suffering the torments of the damned in

Misanthropist misogynist
Very bold and confident in male company
Friendly lasciviousness
Vivacious attractive
Sexually charged atmosphere

There are many whose libertine days turned sour

Today is the 1st day of the rest of your life

Love in every needy look and aching heart

Weekend bunk-ups for wank-weary squaddies

Just because one’s turned forty, or even fifty, one doesn’t have to look like a bedraggled old broad with tired eyes and lank hair, the sort of woman who’s mainly preoccupied with keeping the grim reaper at bay.

She came dressed in the usual ghastly country uniform of piecrust collar and velvet hairband.

It was obvious to me that she needed some tender loving care.

Grateful Dead CDs

He had the most appalling chip on his shoulder; he was “only a lad from a council school” as he never tired of telling all and sundry.

Well, schadenfreude is taking pleasure in the discomfiture of others, something which is very sinful but often most enjoyable.

Like the goddess Hera or, maybe, Athena quelling rebellion of disgruntled nymphs

The goddesses Athena, Freya and Kali personify very different spiritual concepts

Well, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?

PORNO MAGS: Airbrushed nudes in ‘Health and Efficiency’ and ‘Lilliput’ were all I saw at that age, sad to say

At seventeen, I had the sexual impulses of a rutting stoat

A tube of Anal Eaze at the beginning, but after a while you’ll find that the nice gooeyness of a warm Mars bar provides just the right amount of lubrication

Indeed so, had he attempted to stick his cock up my bum as a pretend-accident while he was shagging me doggie-style, I’d have been very cross indeed!

There certainly are some men base and uncaring enough to try doing that with cool nonchalance!

Don’t tell me!

Overjoyed to be swiving in front of an audience

‘We’ve all had memorable superfucks with people whom we hardly knew and maybe didn’t really care for much and we’ve all had thoroughly mediocre fucks with people whom we really love; it’s all part of life’s rich pageant

She nipped my willy, my eponymous member, with her sharp teeth

A partiality towards androgyny; I’ve always felt that his sexual ideal is a smooth slender titless short-haired creature who could equally readily be male or female.

Ephebophilia, not paedophilia, you silly ninny

The irresistably obsessive idea of how unutterably super it would be to have sex with two men simultaneously

She is always beautiful, well-presented and cheerful and, quite incredibly, ever-horny; just to see her from afar lifts one’s spirits

Tatooed bulldykes with enormous strap-on dildoes

My ideal fun would be an all-night bisexual orgy with lots of champagne and marijuana

Don’t be so humble, you’re not that great

Her enviable flat tummy and precisely-triangular bush

Nicotine alters our brain chemistry; it improves concentration, attention and performance

The point is that recreational drugs are quite a lot of fun

Oh, sure! One’s drunk Mad Dog in the U.S.A.

Fluttering her eyelashes coquettishly

A tense calm

Stretch limousine Jenny

Full of hormones red corpuscles vitamins and all this pent-up energy needs an outlet

DANA SEZ
An enchanting slash of wet pink velvet between the dark chocolate of her flawless thighs

Fresh carnality

The air of thoroughly debauched innocence

The sense of a woman exploring the limits of sexual expression and feeling

Fussy décor suggestive of an ill-conceived striving for a Second Empire style
Absinthe is bloody dangerous; it’s an hallucinogenic, for goodness sake!’

Hot time in the old town tonight

If you know what’s good for you

You re welcome to it

Group therapy is fine for those with nothing better to do

Ksa A mixture of material inferiority and a feeling of cultural or spiritual superiority is a highly combustible one, as with Pakistanis in Britain

Inexplicable folie-a-deux

Threnody greatness thrust upon them

Offal I always associate with carrion, unfortunately

Praising my smells in the most embarrassing manner

Feline grace

One man expertly and tenderly fingering my cunt and nuzzling my breasts while another with two greased fingers in my bottom was softly kissing my neck

Cease and desist

Foreigners in ksa change their skies but not their souls

Xtown is no aesthete’sparadise

Islamic seminary it takes a long time to understand nothing

Attitude to c of e is one of amused contempt

Surbiton . one would never recover socially

What can be the harm in being indulged

There is no dark side of play s m

Surrogate sex partner in therapy

Pocket Venus

Well-heeled young trustafarians with a pied-a-terre in Ladbroke Grove and a villa in Tuscany or the Algarve

Unbounded love affection and esteem Vicky on Donald

I love being cocked said Dana

Affirmative action is negative retribution

Mucky strumpet

Spouting an unending litany about patriarchal hegemony until I wanted to slosh her

Racy xxx at play

Ethnic activists who deserve pain

Diversity sensitivity consultant

Shoplifting .. like any old girl on the dole

Thrilling racy fun

O God I’m sorry … I had no idea that you were a virgin!

I’m not, you silly! You’re just too, too impulsive; I’m not one of those women who needs a lot of foreplay, but I’m still wearing my pantihose!

The English word venison is somehow cosily reassuring, noble and English until you think of Bambi caught in the headlights

One of those hideously expensive London restaurants in which well-upholstered Anglo-Saxons are fawned on by smirking and slithering Latins

A merchant banker and a prostitute six inches from one’s elbow

DANA: Kisses are nice enough but once I get started I want the whole thing!

Impish puckish elfin appeal and gamin charm faun in a forest glade woodland elf

DANA: Eat or be eaten

Rupert Murdoch is said to tell his cringing editors to ‘make me horny or make me cry!’

The abjectnesss of Christian prayer appalls me. Although arguably a sinner I was never really miserable.

Perverse and foolish oft I strayed

What the French call “deformation professionelle”, an acquired cynicism about what one does …

I can be wild like a tigress or sweet like a kitty when I want to be

Doctrine of vicarious redemption and salvation through the life and death of Jesus the Son of God is the basis of the Christian religion

Unusually eirenic moment

Micah’s gal’sw cunt: a work of art

Robert Crumb’s music: ‘My Girl’s Pussy’, performed by the Cheap Suit Serenaders

He’s a polite and good looking boy and he’ll get more pussy than Frank Sinatra if he plays his cards right

Weltbürgtrum; the illussion of world citizenship the brotherhood of the homintern

It is a truth universally acknowledged that freedom without an understanding of what to do with it can be utterly disastrous

The consequences of one’s own self-destructive choices

Religion anglo-catholic smells and bells

She approached the loss of her virginity as though preparing to suffer the cruellest martyrdom imaginable

Morosity

Things have come to a pretty pass when religion is allowed to invade the sphere of private life

I read the book of Job not so long ago and I hardly feel God comes well out of it

++++++++++++++++++++++KSA NOT NEEDED NOW ++++++++++++++++++++
‘In sunny Riyadh, Vicky’.

‘Yes, oven-hot Riyadh in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. That ghastly Wahhabi country where women are forbidden to drive and adulteresses are stoned to death. Rather you than me, darling. Still, I’ll phone around and see what I can scrape up by way of introductions to persons of quality in the expatriate community of Riyadh, I promise.’

‘If you imagine Saudi Arabia is going to be like seeing Rudolf Valentino in ‘The Sheikh’ or the entire enchanting Hollywood Arabesque iconography, all of it derived from Delacroix, Edmund Dulac and Warwick Goble, you’re going to be horribly disappointed, Sarah.’

‘I’ve been looking at the guidebooks. They seem to be awfully proud of their flyovers and underpasses.

‘I thought that drinking alcohol was forbidden.’

‘It’s formally forbidden but widely tolerated and accepted.’

Siddiki means ‘my friend’ in Arabic. It’s distilled by Westerners here; production is a very lucrative cottage industry, believe me, Sarah. At its best it can be quite decent, no worse than the cheapest supermarket vodka; at its worst, it’s like a gin from Hell

‘Oh, those expatriate Brits on the British Aerospace compounds in Riyadh with their ghastly pseudo-patriotism make me as sick as a cat! They go to immense lengths to avoid paying a penny in British tax, yet there they are at the Last Night of the Proms, an event organized by the British Embassy, yet held in the Riyadh American School, if you please, all singing ‘Rule Britannia’, ‘Land of Hope and Glory’ and ‘There’ll Always be an England’ as though their stupid empty lives depended on it! Given a few large sid-and-tonics, their lachrymose patriotism really comes out.’

‘They sound too horrid to be true!’ exclaimed Sarah.

‘Take them as you find them, though. British expatriates in Saudi Arabia are a real mixed bag. As a whole, there is not much that is noble, and still less that is gracious, about them. Sure, there are exceptions but not very many, even in a place the size of Riyadh. Still, I can manage an introduction or two and I’m sure you can take things from there. As it happens, there are a few people who are on the right lines so far as your naughty interests are concerned. I mean a spot of playful spanking and so on. And some lovely sex, too. Soft usually, then hard – if that’s what a woman of your singularly depraved tastes wants, of course!’

Another thing, don’t run your mouth about politics in the wider world either; the sort of British expatriates you’ll meet in Riyadh tend to be simple-minded Tories and armchair patriots, the silliest and nastiest kind of anachronistic reactionaries. I knew a woman who became a virtual pariah for saying aloud that if the decision were up to her she’d auction the bloody Falklands to the highest bidder and throw in Northern Ireland as a free gift.’

Work at BAC as was; ‘it’s not your work, it’s your attitude’

Jerome Bosch’s weirder paintings

le petit mort death and transfiguration a very Mahler moment

ideal hampstead up bringing well educ and well off
not middling income with few book or none

the exploited and oppressed dream of cars holidays and tiled bathrooms

love and dreamy contentment shone in he eyes

Sarah’s Medusan locks

Bitterly disappointed to have arrived too late for the fair
Zyklon B

My best money-making idea was to set up a gap year charity for middle-class kiddies where they could wash moribund lepers for three weeks or so and, having so occupied the highest moral ground, even briefly, feel- self-righteous about their noble altruism for the rest of their lives.

Studmuffin

Tara Palmer-Tomkinson

SURBITON We have no desire to become victims of hysterical opprobrium

I’d like to see Aztec religion get a hold here; it’d be entertaining and keep the population in check.

A courtier rather than a mere admirer

If a man’s pussy-whipped pre-marriage, that’s a very bad sign

Women will try it on the minute they’ve got a wedding ring on their fingers … they need to be slapped down sharpish

NEW AGE nonsense healing crystals

Would you

grinned mirthlesssly

the kind of car in the back of which I lost my virginity is now described as a classic, so I suppose I must be one too.

Edna O’Brien and Linda Blandford on the Gulf

Seats caned // model has large white chest for sale

Pasolini’s ‘Arabian Nights’

She’s been away … movie

Ezra Pound broadcasts

Erotomania and delusional thinking; ‘I know you really love me@

Russian gulag and Chinese laogai

Todger

Attractive and alluring vanish on the tongue

Embassies are hotbeds of every kind of discreet vice

Esp. unmarried women … men want to be seduced … man satisfying a seductress

Running their mouths about Foucauld or deconstructionism or some other bloody awful rot.

Society for the Propagation of the Gospel Among the Jews

Rather humiliating to fail to produce an erection when required

Charming … sexual frenzy

Titian pussy

You re the girl who likes 2 cocks Only when I can’t get three,’ XXX wittily riposted / retorted; I’m a high-living libertine and that’s all there is to it.

.

Earnest dullards

MICKEY A real cunt-splitter, quim-stretcher

An inexplicable taste for chunky girls

Recreational colonics; not my cup of tea at all

A foul-mouthed, booze-swilling hot-to-trot hoyden with an angel’s face

I never had an itch I didn’t scratch

SURBITON Shock their bourgeois sensibilities

ANDROGEL: bimonthly injections of synthetic testosterone

Men’s bodies produce 10 to 20 times the amount of testosterone women’s do; blacks 3% to 19% more T than whites

We admire the fervour and commitment of zealots

Men re. Women; you’ve got to let them think they’ve got the upper hand

The Englishman’s legendary bedroom awkwardness and hesitation

Unembarrassed ease graceful and enchanting endearing sensuality

I found myself tied to a miserable marriage simply because I’d let my genitalia overrule my brain. Of course, I should have known that men have enough blood to engorge their cocks or run their brains but very seldom both simultaneously.

Intense and disordered lives

Erred and strayed

Following me round like a lamb trying to ingratiate itself with the wrong mother

Scrape an acquaintanceship

Or a lost puppy // erred and strayed

Oysters must be served live on the shell and writhe appreciatively and voluptuously under the stimulating caress of the lemon juice

Coward’s ‘Cavalcade’ … very rude provincial clowns

Importunate … petulant yelp

Circulating with her usual social adroitness

A blonde-haired Valkyrie punched the air with her fist and shouted “Jawohl” at the top of her lungs.

Thinking about what they’d like to do to me with the aid of a meat hook and some piano wire

Pure speculation? Impure speculation

A beautifully timed wince-cum-shrug metamorphosis from a demi-vierge to a fully-fledged libertine

Breathless narrative sudden transformation a better class of pervert

Fish blow … how disgusting but dramatically exciting

Male skin has more melamin and hemoglobin than female skin women are paler you can see this ijn china and japan were pale women are autom high-status

Jeremy ideal non-threatening boyfriend

Shahra acute accent z acute accent and Duny a acute accent z ditto d

#he’s all my facy painted him
Sweet and gauche gauche gaucho

The quandam xxxxx check

My interest was immed piqued rogue / roquish mischivous only very stylish people know about dp and such depraved pleasures

He was bewitched enchanted spellbound enthralled literally in thrall

Wouldn’t hear of it insist on it sticklers for tradition a passing attack of religious guilt

The one quality women despise above all others in men is\ personal vanity

Treated with contemtuous derision

Guardian; written by holier than thou sanctimonious prigs for others of a similar persuasion

Tales told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing

Junk sex is no better than junk food but its better than no sex at all

Neanderthal men who bed with no emotional attachment

Misandric spinsterlit

Heterophobia

NLFSV 3 cell 9 squad 27 platoon 81 company 243 battalion 729 regiment 2187 div; all NVA and VC pris internal parasites / blood from intestinal wall

Garibaldi in rome 2 july 1849:

I offer neither pay nor quarter nor provisions I offer hunger thirst forced marches battles and death

Disgusting but very enjoyable all the same

Sybaritic bohemian decadent

I am not parti pris to ….

What is patriotism but loyalty to the tastes of one’s childhood proust or gide

Nigel Wingrove’s 18-minute Visions of Ecstasy

Teresa of Avila 16th century carmelite lez sex with her psyche and necrosex with Christ crucified lick blood from gash in side st thomas’ wound

Women recruited to angry misandric feminism

In repine pining for xxx

BACK TO MAIN