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Melissa's African Health Clinic (Inter-racial,Orgy,BDSM,Underage
sex,Impregnation)
By Mandy
This story is a fantasy about a woman's search for sexual fulfilment.
It is a work of fiction and its purpose is to stimulate and excite, and
it contains scenes that are extreme and pornographic. You will find
that the spelling uses "English" English as opposed to "American"
English but I hope this doesn't distract readers in the USA. There are
elements in the story that you will find in similar stories but then so
too are there in any two stories in this genre - after all, how many
ways can you describe an orgasm? Nevertheless, the manner of putting
it together and the storyline belong to me and should not be used
without my permission - I claim the copyright. You may post this on
other websites under two conditions - First, that they are free and
secondly you include this introduction in its entirety. If you like it
then Email me at: mandyrduk@yahoo.co.uk
Part One
My name is Melissa and I'm a bit of a slut. Well, actually I'm not a
bit of a slut, I'm a lot of a slut, and I have been ever since I was
fourteen years old and now I'm thirty-one. This is essentially the
story of the last six months but to set the scene I have to start at
the beginning, which brings me back to when I was fourteen. To be
precise, I was thirteen years and ten months. I'd just started my
periods and I felt like a real woman. My breasts were little more than
swellings with little pink nipples and my pubes were still sort of
fuzzy. Anyway, one day my Mum's washing machine broke down and she had
to call the repairman. As it happened I was off school and Mum had to
go out, so I was left in charge to open the door and show them the
machine. They came soon enough, one older man and his assistant, and I
was instantly in love. The boy's name was Greg and as soon as I saw
him my knees went weak and I would have died for a smile. I later
found out he was twenty-two.
I thought he'd just ignore me; I was far too young and tall and gangly,
all elbows and knees and completely tongue-tied whenever either of them
spoke to me. The old man was under the machine and Greg was handing
him the tools, I just stood in the doorway and drooled. I thought he
was beautiful. He didn't speak much but I saw him looking at me with
his drop-dead gorgeous looks and I stood there all cow-eyed and stupid.
They finished the repairs and prepared to leave. The old man said that
Greg would call back later to give my Mum the bill. Fortunately for
me, Mum was still out when Greg returned. I asked him in and acted as
if I was a bitch in heat, which I suppose I was but didn't know it, I
virtually threw myself at him. Greg was very proper and never laid a
finger on me, much to my disgust, but as he left he leaned down and
kissed me ever so gently on my lips. No tongues, but just a gentle
touch with the slightest wetness from his open lips. From that moment
I was his. As he left to get back on his motorbike, he called me over
and asked me if I wanted to meet him on Friday night. As if there was
any chance of me refusing! We arranged to meet at six o'clock at the
end of my street. I would pretend to my Mum and Dad that I was going
to meet a friend. It was easy.
I met Greg, climbed on his motorbike and roared off with him. He took
me to a country pub where no questions were asked and fed me vodka and
tonic. Before too long I'd agreed to go with him to see a mate of his
and before I knew it we were on his mate's bed getting down to the
dirty stuff. Greg was very kind and slow. He knew I was a virgin and
he'd obviously done this before. He introduced me to sex in the most
wonderful way possible, at least that's what I think. First we
undressed completely and then he must have spent an hour kissing me all
over but paying particular attention to my little tits, sucking and
biting the little nipples and making them stand out bright red. Ever
since then I've loved having my nipples sucked and played with. Then
he moved between my legs and just sent me wild with his tongue in my
little cunt. In all this time he never forced me to touch him. By now
I was in a frenzy of virgin excitement.
When he was ready he didn't jump my bones and pop my cherry. He was
very gentle and pushed me to my knees. He stood over me, his loins
very close to my face. His cock was tall and proud, standing hard
against his belly. I was bug-eyed at its hardness and the sheer beauty
as it filled my vision. It seemed to tower over me, dominating the
room and I became its slave.
"This is my cock, Melissa," he said, "and it's a woman's job to worship
the beast. Do you like it?"
"Oh yes," I said, "I've never seen one this hard and this close
before."
"Well look at it closely and I'll tell you what to do."
He taught me the right way to hold it and wank it gently; pulling the
foreskin up and over the head; he told me to squeeze it and then to rub
the head with the palm of my hand in small circular motions. He told
me to spit on my hand and keep rubbing. My natural instincts were
beginning to take over and without prompting or being asked, I leaned
forward and kissed it. He groaned and I knew I'd done something right
so I just did what comes naturally and started to kiss it, lick it and
suck it. He told me that he would soon come and I would see something
marvellous. Well, of course, he soon began to pant and press against
my mouth. I could feel him becoming more urgent and I couldn't wait.
Just as he was about to come he pulled back and shot a beautiful
fountain of milky white come in the air. It shot high above my head as
I knelt at his feet and landed on my head. He must have jerked about
four or five times and each time I was fascinated by the sticky ooze
shooting everywhere. He didn't need to ask and I didn't need any
prompting to taste his come. As soon as I licked the little blob still
sticking to the top of his penis I loved it and just kept licking it up
from wherever it had splashed. I've been fascinated by this sight ever
since.
After a while he was hard and ready again. This time he gently pushed
me down on the bed and lifted my legs high and wide. Then he very
gently took my virginity. He slid his cock just to the entrance of my
cunt and pushed it in until he could feel the hymen blocking any
further progress; he began to push harder and I felt a slight increase
in pain, but as he pushed there was a momentary sharp tear, a popping
sensation and my hymen broke. I was forced open and became a woman.
The pleasure grew in intensity as his long, hard cock stroked my
insides until I screamed in my first orgasm; he made me a slave to that
feeling ever since. He was wearing a condom and he soon filled it with
a second load of the milky nectar and I again experienced the pleasure
of having a man coming inside of me and being the cause and recipient
of his orgasm. I hugged him tight and kissed his face all over. He
smiled down at me and returned my kisses, over and over again. We
fucked all night long.
All thoughts of my parents were miles away and in fact I stayed the
whole weekend with him. On Saturday afternoon, a group of his mates
returned. Greg asked me if I'd let them fuck me too and I agreed. The
rest of the weekend I was shagged by about four or five of Greg's mates
in every which way; I learned to swallow come and I guess that these
guys couldn't believe their luck in having a compliant fourteen years
old, newly deflowered virgin, spreading her legs. They were all very
careful and wore condoms whenever they fucked me, but each time they
used one I had to empty it over my tits or face or tongue. I had a
wonderful time!
Late on the Sunday evening Greg dropped me at the bottom of my road and
I walked home. As soon as I walked in I started World War Three. My
Mum and Dad had called the police and as soon as they could I was
rushed off to the hospital where the doctor confirmed their worst
fears. I was no longer a virgin but as a consolation he could find no
traces of semen in my vagina so there was no danger of me becoming
pregnant. The police and my parents badgered me for hours but I wasn't
saying anything. Greg had promised to take me away with him and there
was no way I'd grass him up. By Monday he'd disappeared from his job
and was nowhere to be found. I was still dumb and in the end the
police gave up, it was obvious I was willing and they didn't want to
waste their time any more. Of course they didn't say this directly and
my parents were still demanding Greg's head on a plate but in the end
they too gave up. By now I knew that Greg wasn't coming for me and I
was heartbroken, at least until I discovered the boy next door and
decided to have a look at a prick more my own age.
Part Two
By the time I was eighteen I'd grown into a tall, slim good-looking
girl. I had always been good at sports and the running and training
hardened my muscles and toned my body. But I also knew my own mind and
I knew I was intelligent, too many teachers had told me so, and in all
honesty I enjoyed school and I passed all my exams. My Mother had long
since recognised my nature and decided to put me on the pill. This
allowed me full freedom to get shagged at every opportunity. I didn't
fuck anybody and I was pretty choosy, but I felt that if I wanted to,
then I could without any complications. However, I'd had enough of
school and refused to go to university, so I left and decided I wanted
to see the world. I joined the Navy for a short term and found new
lovers. In the Navy I discovered the joys of lesbian sex but as far as
I was concerned it came a poor second to a real live cock. My sexual
promiscuity continued and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I teamed
up with three other girls, Jennifer, Mary, and Barbara; who, like me,
just wanted to have a good time and we saw nothing wrong with shagging
whomever we fancied. Provided both parties were willing then there was
no problem, after all blokes did it all the time. But I did have my
scruples. No married men. I didn't want a screaming wife coming after
me and trying to scratch my eyes out. Uncomplicated sex was my goal.
At one time the four of us were stationed in Gibraltar for a six-month
tour to help out with a big NATO exercise. There were plenty of
opportunities for sex for girls like us, and by now four of us had
formed a firm friendship based on our mutual worship of the God Cock.
On one occasion the four of us decided to take a long weekend in
Granada to take in the sights and visit the Al-Hambra palace built by
the Moors during their conquest of Spain. Needless to say, after we'd
done the tourist bit we went in search of some fun. We found it at a
very trendy disco and very soon the four of us had been picked up by
four lovely Spaniards who, after the first dance, just wanted to shag
our brains out. That was OK and for the rest of the weekend we stayed
with them and the boys got their wish to shag us senseless. More of
their mates turned up at various times and we all got stuffed good and
proper.
At one time the four of us girls were made to kneel on the floor with
our bare arses high and wide while the blokes took turns being
blindfolded and then feeling us up. The idea was to guess who was who
just by the feel of our cunts. It was a good game!
It was during this weekend that I discovered another joy in my sexual
education. I was buggered for the first time. Manual, the one who was
with me in theory because he picked me up at the disco, started to feel
my arse with his fingers as he was rogering me from behind. I was bent
over with my knees spread wide apart with my arse high in the air. Now
I've had a finger up my arse many times but on this occasion, Manuel
was poking deep and long in time to his prick plundering my cunt. This
started me climbing to new heights and so I reached between my legs and
pulled his cock out of my cunt. He was taken aback for a moment until
I aimed it into my anus. He didn't need any second telling and called
out to his mate Sergio, who was on the next bed getting sucked off by
Jennifer. They had a rapid conversation in Spanish and then called to
one of the others who brought in a jar of petroleum jelly and gave it
to Manual, still poised to stuff his prick up my arse. He pulled out
and smeared a wad of jelly on his cock and poked more of it into my
rectum. Jennifer, who'd guessed what was happening, went back to
slurping happily on Sergio's cock. Manual continued to push slowly
through the gate, and with a sudden greasy surge he broke through my
sphincter and he was deep in my rectum. Before long we were both
moving in unison and our breathing came deep and rapid. He shoved
forward, pounding me down against the bed and with a loud groan and
three long spasms, he came his load and instantly the added lubrication
of his spunk drove me over the top and I was once again crying aloud as
the pleasure washed over me. The sensation of a cock deep in my arse,
filling me tight was wonderful and I've been a keen recipient ever
since. However, my other two girlfriends thought I was being hurt and
soon came running.
"What's the matter?" They said together, "Are you OK? Did he hurt
you?" Getting ready to jump him and beat the shit out of him.
"She's alright," Said Jennifer, smiling over at me, "she's just had her
first fuck in her arse!"
"Oh Jesus...I'm OK," I gasped. "That was unbelievable!"
"Oh shit, is that all?" Mary said. "I've been doing that for years."
"Me too." Said Jennifer, with her face covered in Sergio's come.
"What...take a cock in your arse?" Barbara asked incredulously.
"Yes." Said Mary, "You should try it, it seems as if you're the only
one with that cherry left intact."
And then we proceeded to have an involved discussion about how to get
buggered properly. We finally persuaded the anal virgin to take one
and we all helped to prepare her. Jennifer lubricated her bum while
Mary did the same to Paulo's prick. We helped her kneel on the bed and
watched fascinated as he slowly slid his tool deep into her arse, all
the way to the hilt. The look on her face must have mirrored mine as
first pain and then joy registered. The other boys clapped as he
pushed all the way in and we three girls gathered round Barbara and
hugged her and kissed her as Paulo increased the tempo. We all watched
and applauded as Paulo shot his spunk and Barbara shuddered and buried
her head in the bed as the orgasm came and went in waves. Another
convert to anal sex was made.
Part Three
Finally I decided to leave the Navy and become a nurse. I had been
thinking of nursing for some time, in particular, I wanted to be a
midwife. And so, at the age of twenty-one, I applied and was accepted
for nursing college and then for further training as a specialist
midwife. I loved it and after four years at general nursing college
and another two in midwifery training I transferred to a large teaching
hospital in London. I was twenty-seven and I'd lost none of my
appetite for sex but I was becoming more choosy and tended to go for
longer term relationships rather than one-night stands.
Now, girls, if you're reading this take my advice. I've fucked
thousands of cocks in my time and they've been of all shapes and sizes
and colours. And it doesn't matter one iota what size or shape it is.
It's the guy using it that has the skill to take you over the edge. A
cock standing to attention, poised just above your face as you kneel
down, is the most erotic and beautiful sight in the world. It's
irrelevant whether it's white, black, brown, circumcised or
uncircumcised, big or small. Anyway I digress.
After about two years in London, I met and fell head over heels in love
with my second 'Greg' but he was as different as could be. His name
was Li and he was Chinese. He was a Doctor on attachment to England
for further training and to get more experience. He only stood about
five foot three and I towered over him by six inches in our bare feet.
When I had heels on I stood a head taller than him. I was still slim
and fit and have kept myself in very good shape by playing tennis and
badminton and working out at the gym. Li was the exact opposite; short
and tubby and he never took any exercise of any description, not
counting sex, but I thought he was the sexiest man I'd ever seen, after
Greg of course. I soon let him know I wanted him and in a very short
time I was living with him at his flat and only spending the minimum
amount of time at the nurses' rooms.
Li's sexual stamina was limitless and with him I learned new pleasures.
He was the first to introduce me to pain and the new sensations that it
could bring when used skilfully as a prelude to fucking. He began by
spanking me before sex and I soon became addicted to a red and sore
bottom being necessary for a screaming orgasm. We would play games
where he would be my oriental master and I would greet him at the door
on my hands and knees as he came home. My first task would be to
present my bum for his hand but I would have to tell him how naughty
I'd been and tell him how many smacks I deserved. Then I'd have to
suck his cock for his first orgasm. Without stopping I would have to
bring him back to life by gentle sucks and nips while I massaged his
anus and slipped my fingers in and out of his arse. I would push deep
inside and massage his prostrate and that would bring another erection
springing up in no time. He would tie me to the bed face down and
bugger me. There wasn't any part of me that hadn't been used by him.
He was insatiable.
Very early on in our relationship he taught me how to sensitise my
nipples. The first time he did it he bound my breasts tight so that
they became engorged with blood. My nipples stood out hard and erect.
Li took a very sharp needle and pricked the very ends of my nipples
just enough to bring a drop of blood to the surface. The dozens of
tiny pinpricks irritated my nipples and I was in a constant state of
arousal. Wherever I was, however I was dressed, my nipples were erect
and constantly rubbed against my clothing. He always repeated this
whenever we went out and knowing I was aroused like this would arouse
him too. He would take every opportunity to touch my cunt or feel my
bum through my clothes in public. As soon as we were alone he'd push
me over the nearest item of furniture, lift up my dress and fuck me
until we both collapsed in the agony of our orgasms.
On one occasion he had managed to obtain two industrial strength vacuum
cleaners. When he'd lugged them inside his flat I was left bemused as
to what on earth he had in mind. However, Li's inventiveness always
left me gasping and so I just watched with interest and did whatever he
wanted. Later that evening he tied me in a kneeling position so that
my hands were strapped to my ankles, which forced my bum high and wide.
Naturally he couldn't resist spanking my inviting bum, but on this
occasion he used a strap made of leather and that made me squeal and
wriggle, but the stinging strap soon had me whimpering for more. Li
switched on the vacuum cleaners and attached the nozzle of each to my
tits. The noise was horrendous but the powerful sucking sent me crazy
with desire. He wasn't finished and he reached through my legs and
clipped a small alligator clip, the kind used by electricians to form a
connection, to my clitoris. The sharp agony of the clip and the
massive sucking on my tits just about drove me out of my mind. He
strapped a rubber dildo on himself, positioning it above his prick, and
then he climbed up behind me. With the help of lubricating jelly he
fucked and buggered me with the double pricks, one real and one
artificial, until I was screaming over and over in multiple orgasms.
By the time he'd finished with me, my clitoris was pinched raw and my
nipples were so stretched that I thought I'd been permanently
disfigured. I was covered in sweat and exhausted with the tremendous
orgasms that had wracked my body from top to toe. I tingled all over.
Inevitably Li and I split up, mainly because he had to return to China
after his attachment to our hospital had ended. He wanted me to go to
China with him, but I think our mutual passion had just about run its
course. After a last night of fucking ourselves to sleep I left him
and moved back into the nurses' rooms. He left two days later.
Part Four
I was then footloose and fancy free once more. My celibacy didn't last
longer than two or three nights because the word was soon out that I
was available again and ready to rock and roll! I spent the next few
months having a ball of a time, in more ways than one. I'd reached my
twenty-eighth birthday and I was beginning to think of settling down,
getting married and having children, but I wasn't in any hurry, and was
biding my time. But the thought was there and I began to look on my
sexual partners as potential husbands and gave then points accordingly.
All my girlfriends played the same game to more or less the same degree
and a big part of our scoring was comparing notes. I settled into a
routine that allowed me to continue to enjoy my job but also get away
and travel. Almost always I travelled alone and always ended up with a
short but intense sexual fling with a fellow traveller, or someone I'd
met at the hotel or resort wherever I was staying.
It was about this time I fell in hopelessly in love with my third
'Greg'. I always compared them to him. This time he was Pakistani
whose name was Mohammed; he was a Computer Engineer. I met him at a
party given by one of the Doctor's and we hit it off like a house on
fire from the very beginning. Mohammed was another fantastic lover.
His beautiful brown cock would send me over the edge with just the
sight of it. Anyway, I thought that he was the one and after about six
months I agreed to marry him. He was a Muslim but he was allowed to
marry a Christian girl, but according to Islamic Law, he had to allow
her to practice her own faith. Not that I'd done a lot of that lately,
but this was the theory. We were married in a simple Islamic ceremony
and fortunately, as it happened, I didn't bother to get the marriage
registered with the local Registrar. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of
myself. We went to Pakistan for our honeymoon and I met his extended
family; his immediate and close family were living in England and he
had been born there.
We set up home in a comfortable two-bedroom flat near the hospital and
for about a year we were blissfully happy together. But soon he began
to pressurise me to give up work and start having a family. Now I did
eventually want a baby but I wanted to decide when, not be told by my
husband, or at least it ought to be a joint decision. I suppose to be
fair he was feeling pressure from his family but I was rebellious, and
this started to cause problems. Now in the past whenever I'd had
problems with lovers I just walked away after, usually, telling them to
'get fucked'. But I couldn't do that here, I was still in love with
him and wanted to stay married and so I toughed it out.
Things got so bad between us that he refused to fuck me properly
preferring to bugger me, I guess that was his way of showing that he
was master. And he was none too gentle either. Now if you've been
reading this carefully you will remember that a little S&M was up my
street, but that was in the search for new, more intense, pleasures; as
a prelude to great sex, but being used roughly just because my husband
wanted to punish me was not something I took to very willingly. One
night he got so angry after our usual argument about work and babies
that he slapped me. I was so shocked that I fell back against the
kitchen chair and fell over. Before I could recover he was leaning
over me, he grabbed a handful of my hair and started to slap me around
the face. 'That's it' I thought, 'fuck this' and I struggled to my
feet and fought back. He was surprised that a woman could or would
fight back and when I punched him smack on his nose, sending a torrent
of blood down his shirt, he was shocked to a standstill. His final
surprise was when I kicked him in the balls and walked out the door
leaving him groaning on the floor clutching his groin.
I saw him three more times and on each occasion he told me that we were
divorced. He was witnessed by one of his friends or brothers and so
according to Islamic Law, we were divorced. I was glad to be rid of
him and only too glad I didn't have to go through all the aggravation
of getting a divorce through the English courts. But in a way I was
very sad. I'd fallen in love before but had never committed myself
enough to get married. I thought the differences between our two
cultures could be overcome by mutual love and respect, but in the end
Mohammed couldn't or wouldn't fight his family. For him it was his way
or no way, and that was wrong.
Part Five
So once again I was free at the age of twenty-nine. For some reason,
and for the life of me looking back to that time, I moved in with an
absolute arsehole. I guess it was because I was feeling depressed and,
if the truth was known, perhaps suffering from low self-esteem. Ron
was a bit of a Jack-the-lad; He was always just running two or three
steps in front of the cops, or worse, running from some of the other
heavies who inhabited his world. People who'd kill you for blinking at
them wrong or who'd cut you for fun. I'd met him at a disco I'd gone
to, on of all things a hen party, to celebrate one of the girls getting
married. He seemed charming and after a little booze, I agreed to go
back to his flat. The sex was fantastic as usual and then I agreed to
see him again.
We sort of slipped into the habit of seeing each other and he would
fuck me everywhere and anywhere. Then I agreed to move in with him and
share his bed. He was insatiable, just like Li my Chinese lover. On
more than one occasion he'd pull up my dress and shag me bending over
the kitchen table while his mates were in the next room. The noise
must have been unmistakeable. I had to be ready for him at any time
and I wasn't allowed to wear any underwear whenever we were together.
I often think now, that my behaviour with Li and with Ron was very
similar but at the same time so very different from my relationship
with Mohammed. I guess the difference was in the nature of my
respective relationships. Li and Ron were pure sex while Mohammed was
love and marriage. Anyway, Ron became more and more of an arsehole.
He treated me with contempt although he never beat me up or laid a
finger on me, except in sex-play. But he loved to humiliate me in
front of his mates and would pull up my dress to show my cunt or arse
to them. He would bend me over his knee and spank me in front of them
and finger me. Why I didn't just tell him to 'fuck off' I'll never
know.
But I didn't and things came to a head. He'd been out drinking and
gambling with his usual cronies and brought four of them back to his
flat for more booze and something to eat. I, of course, as the
resident idiot, had to get up and feed these drunken louts and put up
with their sly innuendos and lots of touchy feely pinches to my parts.
I don't wear nightclothes but when Ron shook me awake and demanded food
I just slipped on a long 'T' shirt.
The booze continued to flow and the talk soon got around to things
overtly sexual, with me as the subject. The conversation went
something like this.
"So Ron, what's the bitch like in bed?"
"Oh you know, she's pretty good, getting a bit old now but can still be
a good fuck."
All this talk took place whilst I was either feeding them or getting
them food and drink from the kitchen, and all accompanied by loud
raucous laughter.
"So, tell us what you get up to, does she swallow?"
"Of course, in fact I'd say she'd prefer to drink it than have it in
her snatch."
More laughter.
"Does she take it up her shitbox?"
"Now you're asking mate, that's one thing she fuckin' loves!"
"Fuck me Ron, you're one lucky bastard!"
"Do you want it?"
"What, fuck her now?"
"Yeah, why not? Just go out there and give 'er one."
"Fuck off, you're pullin' my pisser."
"No...straight up...if you all want her then go and fuckin' do it. I
don't
mind and who cares what she says, just fuck 'er."
So they did. I'd no sooner registered what Ron was offering when I was
pounced by three drunken hooligans intent on having their way. Like an
idiot I tried to fight back, but as fit and strong as I was, I was no
match for four hard cases from South London; Ron had joined in to make
up the numbers. I was punched and slapped into submission and then
they started to work me over. They each took turns to rape me while
the other three held me down. Then two of them buggered me, brutally
tearing my arse as they rammed into me, not caring how they did it.
For the rest of the night they brutalised me in any way that seemed
amusing to them. At one point one of them raped my cunt with a beer
bottle and another time my arse took the same treatment. Ron was out
of control, urging them on to even greater excesses. By this time I
was beyond caring and just hoped to survive. Towards dawn Ron took his
belt and beat me black and blue. He punched my face and head,
blackening my eye and loosening a couple of teeth. During the initial
struggle I was sure that one of my fingers had been broken. And then
they stopped and left me in the bedroom. I was a mess and curled up in
the corner, wrapped in a sheet doing my best to recover without making
a sound and bringing them back for more.
I heard the door slam and there was silence. I waited until I was sure
there was no one around and crept out. They'd all gone. I didn't
hesitate before getting out of there. I packed my things, quickly
stuffing them in a holdall, and dressed in a tracksuit. In an hour I
was back in the nurses' rooms, in my own room. I climbed in the bath
and had a long hot soak. Fortunately I wasn't on duty for three days
and I was able to call my friend, Brenda, and get her to bring me some
antiseptic and some bandages. When she saw what a mess I was in she
went berserk.
"What the fuck happened to you? Who did this? Was it that bastard
Ron? Call the police now and get the bastard put away!"
"No...it's OK...I'll be alright."
I told her the gist of the previous night's events as she patched me
up. This was one of the advantages of having nurses for friends and
working in a hospital. I was soon feeling better but very sore in
places. Once the blood was washed off I didn't look too bad, provided
you didn't look too close.
"Calling the police would only make things worse...he's got mates that
would visit me one night and cut my throat. Best to leave well alone."
She reluctantly agreed to say nothing, but I knew this was the wrong
attitude and that I should have pressed charges, but that's all well in
theory. I'd been raped and assaulted and beaten up by a gang of real
nutters. They might well have been small time criminals, but dead is
dead no matter who does it. I decided that I would live longer if I
kept quiet. All this happened about six-months ago, which brings me
almost up to date in my promiscuous autobiography - the short version.
Part Six
After recovering from the rape I decided to leave London. I felt like
a long break. As it happened, although my four friends from the Navy
and I had lost touch, I was still in contact with Jennifer. I think
she was also in contact with Mary who spoke to Barbara now and then.
Well anyway it was something like that. Jennifer had married a Naval
Officer who'd retired and became a banker in his family's firm. Lots
of old money but Jennifer always had a way of coming up roses and had
obviously fucked her way into the good times. When she'd told me that
she was getting married I was overjoyed for her and sent her a
beautiful cut glass rose bowl as a present. She now lived in South
Africa and when I told her what had happened she didn't hesitate to
invite me over for as long as I needed. So I gave my notice, packed my
bags and within a month I was flying to Johannesburg.
Jennifer met me and after a short drive to the incredibly beautiful
suburbs we arrived at what I can only describe as a colonial mansion.
It was massive and surrounded by beautiful gardens. The flowers were
at full bloom and the heady aroma of their scent and the hum of the
bees, all mixed with sounds of the birds was enchanting. Her husband
was away for a few days in Durban and so we had plenty of time to catch
up on our lives and talk about old times. On our first night we talked
all night drinking wine and eating beautiful food cooked by her staff.
Now in post-apartheid South Africa, the only thing that has changed is
the political system. The relative stations in life between black and
white remain largely the same as they've always been, the whites are
rich and the blacks are poor. I had never thought twice about people's
colour and neither had Jennifer. But there remains a lot of prejudice
in people's minds. Jennifer quickly gave me a tour of the surrounding
country and we were soon giggling and having a whale of a time. The
rape was long forgotten and my bruises and broken finger had healed.
On my second full day, Jennifer and I were having a long leisurely
breakfast when one of her gardeners called to her. She went to him and
they had a long conversation but I couldn't hear what was being said.
But I did look at him with great interest. He wasn't very tall but was
powerfully built and his rippling muscles shone with sweat, even that
early in the day. I decided he was gorgeous and definitely fuckable,
especially since I hadn't had good sex since before the rape. Jennifer
returned to the table and we continued chatting but there was something
in the background, something unsaid.
"Melissa," She began, "we've been friends a long time and I don't think
we have any secrets from each other do we?"
"No." I answered.
"Well, that was M'Boto. He's my gardener but he's also my lover, or
one of them anyway."
I wasn't really shocked by what she'd said. Of the four of us,
Jennifer was more like me that the other two. She would fuck anything,
anywhere. She was completely without morals. It seemed as if she
hadn't changed much in the ten years since we'd left the Navy. I told
her so.
"Well by and large that's true. The only thing different is that now
I'm married and I have to be a little discreet, but I still fuck and
suck like one of the 'Four Whoresmen of the Apocalypse'."
I shrieked with laughter at the nickname we'd given ourselves and I
hadn't heard in years. We both collapsed in hysterics.
"Anyway," She said when we'd both recovered our breaths, "He wanted to
know who you were and if your cunt was as wet as mine?"
"Well," I said, "I haven't had a good shag since before the rape and
it's probably about time I was given a good seeing to!"
Jennifer smiled, "And do you want M'Boto to fuck you?"
"I think I'd love it. Is he any good?"
"I'll leave you to decide, but I haven't any complaints so far. I will
tell you one thing though; his stamina is absolutely amazing. I'll
tell you all about him later"
I smiled at the implications of what she'd said and then another
thought struck me.
"Wait a minute," I said, "what do you mean, one of them? How many have
you got?"
"Well, it's a long story and I think it's best left until later; first,
if you're willing let's get M'Boto. Because I have to be discreet, I
usually meet him in his gardening shed down at the bottom of the
garden. Is that OK with you?"
"Fine." I said, "Anything you say."
We finished our coffee and went off in search of M'Boto. We found him
in amongst the bushes, clearing the weeds and dead plants. He was
stripped down to his shorts and we could see his muscles rippling
beneath his ebony skin and wet with sweat.
"M'Boto?" Jennifer called, "this is my friend Melissa who you were
asking about this morning."
M'Boto stopped work and stood up. He looked at me with the most
gorgeous brown eyes I'd ever seen. His gaze travelled up and down my
body, overtly sexual in its appraisal and I began to get very wet just
thinking of what he could do to me.
"Good morning Madam." He said in a beautiful deep voice. 'Was there
nothing about him that wasn't beautiful?' I thought.
"Hello M'Boto, I'm very glad to meet you." I reached across and shook
his hand, and held it steadily. "Jennifer tells me that you and she are
lovers and that you want to fuck me?" I asked.
He looked at me and then at Jennifer, "I would like nothing better
Madam, if that's what you want too." His English was surprisingly
without accent and it immediately occurred to me that he was a well-
educated man.
"Oh yes M'Boto, I do want, very much, and please call me Melissa."
"OK then," Said Jennifer, "we'll meet you in the shed in about half an
hour." She gave him a peck on the cheek.
We walked back to the house. Once inside I ran upstairs to shower and
change. I dressed in a loose cotton frock. I didn't wear any
underwear and just slipped my feet into sandals. In no time I was
downstairs waiting for Jennifer. She soon joined me and she too had
chosen a loose cotton frock.
We walked arm-in-arm through the garden, to all intents and purposes on
a tour of the grounds. She led me through the formal plantings and
then past the nursery beds into a small thicket that opened up into a
sunny glade in which a small shed nestled against the trees. It was
quiet and peaceful and made a perfect meeting place.
"Come in." She said and led me inside. "When M'Boto gets here just
watch and do as I do. And don't say a word. We have a little ritual
that we go through. I'll explain it all later."
"OK," I said, "whatever."
The shed was tidy and clean. The workbench was littered with gardening
implants, but more importantly to my mind, was the bed in the corner.
Jennifer took off all her clothes and knelt naked on the floor, sitting
back on her calves. I did the same. We hadn't been inside more than
two minutes when M'Boto came in. He ignored us and went straight to
his bed and took off his shorts. I was dying to turn around and see
what he looked like but I followed Jennifer's lead and knelt quietly.
M'Boto came and stood in front of her. I couldn't help but look at his
cock. It was almost blue black in colour and the head was pink. The
contrast was very sexy. He was magnificently erect and his cock stood
vertical, flat against his belly. He tapped Jennifer on the head and
she leaned forward to kiss the top.
"Have you been good this week?" He asked her.
"No M'Boto, I've been very naughty."
"What should be your punishment?"
"You must beat me M'Boto."
"Yes, I will beat you Jennifer, and what about your friend?"
"You must beat her also M'Boto. She is new here and she must learn to
accept your rule."
M'Boto moved to stand in front of me. His cock was millimetres from my
face and I was dying to touch it and suck it.
"When I touch your head Melissa, you must kiss my penis." He touched my
head and I leaned forward to kiss it. I couldn't resist flicking my
tongue out and giving him an extra little lick. God how I wanted that
cock!
He moved behind us and I saw that Jennifer had knelt forward and was
pushing her bottom high. I did the same feeling intensely wanton and
lewd. I heard M'Boto moving around and then a sharp swishing sound
followed by a loud crack. I saw Jennifer jump forward and let out a
little cry. She jumped as another swishing crack sounded, then another
and then another. And then it was my turn. I felt the whip descending
and then