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London Days 6 � Marisse

By Romany

(M/F, F/F, M/F, M/M, M/F/M, M/t)

I first met Marisse through my friends Kurt and Roslyn, who I
flatted with when I was in London in 1978. I never really had a
lot to do with Marisse after I first met her one night when she
visited Kurt and Roslyn at our flat. I was asked to take her home
in my VW van following drinks and a few joints one night. On the
way to where she was staying, she told me she had a young baby
daughter. I was somewhat surprised as there had not been any
mention of this at the gathering earlier. As if to illustrate
what she was saying, she ran her hands down over her rather nice
breasts as if ti indicate they were large and full for breast
feeding. I was a bit embarrassed and also I was wondering what
the hell she was trying to prove. We pulled up at the house where
she was staying and instead of getting out of the van she sat and
lit a joint Roslyn had given her as a good night gift. We shared
the joint and she told me about herself, Kurt and Roslyn, and
their life in various communes on the Scottish Borders. The
post-hippy lifestyle of the early seventies. The largest commune
she was at had foundered amidst infidelity and acrimony as the
nascent hippy dream of peace and Nirvana died early into the
seventies.

She had moved onto smaller communes and finally she spent the
last year or so in Ipswich with this guy but their relationship
foundered when he left her for a young sixteen year old, and
shortly after Marisse found she was pregnant with his child. She
went back to Scotland and moved in with her mother and had her
baby. But as her mother had remarried several years earlier, her
mother's new husband said they could not stay so she had come to
London looking for a place to live. She was receiving social
welfare benefits and figured she had enough to survive on; �in
the meantime' as she put it. I figured meantime meant until
someone took her and her baby on. She then started to talk quite
rapturously about Kurt. How good looking he was and how much of a
great friend he had been to her. I wondered why she never
acknowledged Roslyn in this discussion as the two had been
friends for a long time as far as I could tell. I decided Marisse
basically had the hots for her old friend Kurt, and without
saying it, she thought he was far too good for Roslyn. We
finished the joint and I fully expected her to get out and go
inside but she switched the conversation to me and for another
fifteen minutes I told her about my growing up in Missouri and
moving to California to attend college. I was here in the UK on a
year�s sabbatical before deciding what to do with my life. I had
an older sister Jess who had married Peter before I came to
Britain, and my dad owned a light engineering business and my
mother worked as a paralegal for a hot law firm in Columbia. I
had had a couple of stable relationships at college but by the
time I had got to California in 1973 the Hippy dream was long
over, so I never really got onto the bandwagon. She frowned at me
using the term bandwagon but I really had no emotional connection
to peace and love of the late sixties. It was somewhat na�ve
head-in-the-sand stuff as far as I could see. I calculated from
what she had told me that she was at least five years older than
me. After I had given her the potted history of my life, she
started making polite exit noises and I was quite relieved. She
was actually a very attractive young woman and on any other night
I might be keen to make out but I was partly drunk and not a
little bit stoned, and I had to navigate myself back to
Willesden. She leaned forward and wrapped an arm loosely around
my neck, and gave me a long sloppy kiss with lots of tongue. I
couldn't help it but she kissed me so well I got a half hard on.
She broke the kiss when she was ready, and giving me a wink she
looked me in the eye and wished me well and said she knew we'd
meet. She left and went indoors and I drove back, thinking about
her drinking and smoking grass when she was breast feeding a
baby. I am a bit old fashioned about these sorts of thing. But
the half hard-on in my pants prevented me from thinking too badly
of her for it.

I did meet Marisse again but it was about four months later.
Shortly after my return from vacation in Europe in late July, I
called back to see Kurt and Roslyn and to my disappointment they
were no longer there. The other couple I had flatted with there,
Claire and Pete, had also split though I knew they were probably
going to part before I left. Pete had moved away from the scene
altogether and Claire was living with her sister Karen. There was
now only one new couple, Mark and Evelyn from New Zealand, and
they had taken Kurt and Roslyn�s room. I explained to Mark and
Evelyn what my relationship had been to the flat, and as there
was an empty room, I asked if they would consider me moving in.
They had no objection to my taking Claire�s room and sharing the
flat as it would help with their rent. So I checked with my old
boss Clive, who was also the landlord, if I could take Claire and
Peter�s old room and he agreed. I asked if I could have my old
job with his removal company but he said he was actually laying
off drivers, which is why he hadn�t filled the flat; but he would
keep me in mind once business picked up after the summer. I was
quickly able to score a bar job through my good friend Paz, a
luscious Spanish lady I stayed a couple of nights with on my
return from Europe. She knew of a friend who was leaving the job
and put in a good word for me. So I became a barman at a pub in
West Hampstead, which helped to top up my sagging funds.

It was here that I again met up with Marisse. She came in one
night with a guy and spotted me and came over, gushing about how
great it was to see me again. She knew about Kurt and Roslyn, as
Roslyn had stayed at her flat for a few weeks before heading back
to Scotland. Kurt was apparently now living somewhere in the West
End. She came back up to the bar for small talk several times
when her date went to the toilet; and when they were about to
leave, she gave me a warm hug and said she�d drop back again
Friday night. Her date look less than impressed and I couldn't
help but think what a loser he looked. She never appeared on
Friday night and I was somewhat relieved about that as I was
still trying to do a line on Paz who arrived about seven thirty.
Paz was all of five foot two and built like a powerhouse sexpot
with lovely dark eyes, olive skin, full lips to match her
dynamite figure and lovely firm boobs, and long black hair. Paz
had her younger sister Yolanda in tow and I had realized early on
after meeting the sisters that Yolanda was a spoiled bitch. I
always attempted to get Paz on her own without her sulky younger
sister horning in on conversation. I had the following Tuesday
off and I was trying to get Paz to meet me here for a drink but
Yolanda basically put that idea to the sword by convincing Paz
they had to visit her Israeli boyfriend�s older sister, Meira who
was married to a Brit and lived in St. Johns Wood. So I came back
to the bar on my own to sit like some sad bastard, while my
colleagues tended bar on me. The locals ignored me. Seems they
only spoke to me when I was serving. I suspect in the hope I
would shave the price of the drinks for them. On the other hand,
I was just another foreigner in their local so why would they
care? I was feeling really shitty and decide I'd get some cod and
chips and go home. Flatmates Mark and Evelyn had a TV in their
room and stayed in there to watch it if I was out. But they were
always social enough to come out of their room when I was in the
lounge. They also had proper jobs, so Tuesday's were for early
nights usually, which is why they never came to the pub with me.
But I was sure they would socialize if I came home with a beer or
two and some fish and chips. I was draining the last of my lager
when who should appear but Marisse. She spotted me on the
patron�s side of the bar, and beaming and gushing �hello� she
came and sat down beside me. She was wearing a long white dress
and had on a light blue pea jacket with some ornate embroidered
floral patterns adorning the front. I ordered her a lager and
lime and a fresh lager for myself and we sat and chatted. She had
been to a jewelry party that was a bore and she never had any
money anyway, so she left early and was walking back to the Tube
and decided to call in to see if I was working. So we had a
really nice evening and we both killed off several drinks quite
quickly. Come closing time, I offered her a ride home and she
gratefully accepted. On the way to her place we talked and joked
and teased each other and basically cemented a strong rapport.

When we arrived at her flat, she begged me to come in for a cup
of coffee. She would pay the sitter and we could have a nightcap
of some schnapps she said she had. Once inside, she introduced me
to Marilyn, her teenage babysitter from a few doors down. Now
Marilyn was a very tasty piece, as the English say. Sixteen years
old with long blond hair, a lovely figure, baby blue eyes, and
perfect nose to cap off her appearance. I was very interested in
her and would love to get between the sheets with this young
Lolita. Marilyn also showed an interest in me and when Marisse
went into the bedroom to raid her change jar for Marilyn's money,
she chatted with me in a way that my ego said she was more than a
little impressed with me. As she left I resolved it was reason
enough to come back here with Marisse, just to bump into Marilyn
again. She was still at high school but sixteen is the legal age
of consent in England. I was all for that. Marilyn left and
Marisse made two coffees and we wrung two small measures of
schnapps from the near empty bottle she had talked about. She
broke open a small foil package and I watched her construct a
hash joint which we shared. The lagers at the pub, the schnapps
and now the hash spliff, made us both very mellow and so getting
in a clinch and starting to make out was very natural for us. It
wasn't too long and she was undoing my belt and unzipping me, to
haul out my now hard cock and with a sweet smile and a quick wipe
of her lips, she went down on me on the couch. The oral foreplay
got me hot and I was trying to get my hands up her dress. She
finally gave up blowing me as my attempts at getting my hand into
her panties was a distraction and with a broad grin she rose and
took my hand and led me to the bedroom where she stripped in an
instant. The baby was asleep in a crib in the corner of the room
and she shushed me on entering. She climbed into bed and motioned
me to hurry up. I stripped and as she was lying with the blankets
held back to let me in I zeroed in on her naked crotch and soon I
was half lying in the bed with my feet still on the floor, eating
her gently as I slowly fucked her with my fingers. She loved this
and lay back and splayed her legs, running her hand through my
hair as I ate her out. I came to know Marisse as one sexually
aware woman. I was driving to get her off and she was certainly
making all the noises and movement to go over the waterfall but
as she seemed to build for her orgasm, she grabbed my hair in her
fingers and pulled me up over her.

"Get in me, quick. I need you in me," she gasped and spread her
legs wider as an open invitation.

I skewed around full onto the bed and knelt between her legs. She
had turned the small lamp on the night stand on when we entered
the room. Not too much light to wake the baby but enough for me
to see her sex was gaping and shiny from my saliva and her
natural moisture. I slid into her a she guided me with one hand;
the other hand she rested on my upper arm, as I braced both palms
either side of her shoulders. Once I was engaged I lowered myself
and eased forward, and she groaned her satisfaction of having me
buried deep in her. I have heard about woman having vaginal
orgasms and clitoral orgasms. I deduced Marisse was well versed
at vaginal pleasure because she responded immediately to my
fucking by groaning and voicing her satisfaction at what we were
doing. She fucked back, holding my lightly by my shoulders and we
kissed and I occasionally mouthed her breasts and tongued her
nipples in turn. She worked equally at the effort of fucking and
I was in no doubt she was a woman who enjoyed the thrusting of
the penis in her depths. She had had a baby but I was tightly
sheathed and she gasped 'you've got a big one' under her breath
as she panted and worked her hips to meet me. I never had anyone
say that to me before and it turned me on. I picked up the pace
and started to really slam her. She gave a little chuckle between
her panting and gasps and gasped 'go for it' and grunted in
enjoyment. If she wanted me to be quiet on entering the bedroom,
she forgot her advice as she was now moaning and groaning quite
loudly and muttering encouragement; and to match her rising
pleasure by slowing down a little and concentrating on moving her
hips in a slight circular motion each time I went in. She went
through the roof. First she spasmed like she was about to have a
fit, then she humped several times as she groaned through
clenched teeth and then she threw her head back and crying 'oh
Christ it's been so long' she came hard and went rigid as she
allowed the pleasure to seep over her body. She finally released
the tension in her muscles and collapsed back on the bed and lay
with her mouth half open, lids half shut and smiled and mouthed
'thank you' to me.

We dozed for some time and I came too and looked at my watch in
the dark. She had turned the bedside lamp off at some point
though I couldn't recall her doing so. It was gone one o�clock in
the morning. I was back on deck at eleven but I had some must-do
chores this morning before I went to work. I slipped out of bed
and I was pleased she never stirred. I tiptoed out of the bedroom
with my clothes that I had gathered up off the floor by feel and
dressed quickly in the living room. I let myself out and drove
home, to crawl into bed at about one forty five. I was relieved I
had got out without having to make any promises of follow-up. I
knew Marisse well enough to know she was looking for security
with someone who would look after her. I decided that wasn't
going to be me. If I wanted a relationship I had ideas about
Spanish Paz being the one.

I was talked into going to Aberdeen in Scotland for a weekend by
my New Zealand flatmates, Mark and Evelyn. Evelyn�s father was a
Scot who had immigrated to New Zealand after the Second World War
and she was planning to visit his family. I hadn�t been out of
London, except to go to Europe, so I agreed to drive them up. I
got a few days off work from the pub, and we left on the Friday.
It was an enjoyable trip and the Kiwi couple were really good fun
to travel with. I slept in the van in Aberdeen and instead of
returning on the Monday, we came back on the Wednesday. When I
went back to work Thursday morning, my boss Barry�s wife Alison
said that a girl had been looking for me on Saturday night. She
described Marisse and grinned at me as if I was clearly Marisse�s
centre of attraction. I heaved a sigh of relief I had missed her.
Despite the sex, I wasn�t keen on a girlfriend and a baby. But
she had been here once already so she no doubt would come back
again now she knew I was only away for a long weekend. But in
fact it was about two weeks later that she turned up. I had
forgotten about her as I was trying to work out how I could date
either Paz, or my ex-flatmate Claire, as both girls were of
considerable interest to me. Claire was in the pub the night that
Marisse turned up with another couple. She stood behind the queue
of patrons waiting for drinks and regarded me with a serious
gaze. I knew she was pissed I hadn�t been back to see her.
Eventually I had to serve her.

�You haven�t been around to see me,� she said, almost as a
challenge.

�No I went to Scotland,� I answered casually. �Stayed a bit
Tlonger than I had calculated,� I continued. �And so I had to
work a few six day weeks to make up the time the others had to
cover short handed for me.�

She eyed me a little suspiciously but said nothing. I dispensed
her drinks and placed them on a tray for her. As I was doing this
she explained that her friends were from Germany; over to stay
for a few days. I listened respectfully as she told me about Erik
and Heike who were married. Heike was very attractive with short
blond hair and from a distance, very slim and dressed in a cute
waistcoat over her light red blouse. Erik seemed almost pretty to
look at. Not the square jawed Aryan as I had a stereotyped German
men. He had longish straight brown hair that he hooked behind his
ears, and showed quite a girlish face. The night went quite
quickly and I started to get concerned when I realized Marisse
was still at the pub with her friends. I had hoped her usual lack
of money would see her go home but it occurred to me she had
bought two rounds and didn�t seem stretched for cash. I had tried
unsuccessfully to chat to Claire with the view to maybe a fish
and chip supper and beer at her place but to my chagrin, she left
with a guy I hadn�t seen before; giving me a friendly wave as she
left the pub. Paz had been in briefly but bought a bottle of wine
and said she was off to meet her Italian friend Mia. I was left
facing the inevitable that Marisse would hit on me for a ride
after closing. I was desperately trying to come up with an excuse
but I couldn�t think of how to winkle my way out of this. What
was worse, as the crowd began leaving, Alison guessed Marisse was
waiting for me and I saw her talking to her. To my surprise the
three rose and followed Alison towards the door which led to the
private flat behind the pub. I stood stunned at Alison�s actions.

�I told Marisse they can wait in the sitting room until your
ready. You can go as soon as you clean off the tables. We�ll
clean up properly in the morning,� Alison said as they trooped
past the end of the bar.

Marisse beamed at me as if this was a good solution for us. Barry
the boss had been washing glasses behind the bar and saw my face
when I turned back towards him.

�Som�at wrong Steve?� he asked with his broad London accent.

�Shit. I was trying to think how to get away without taking them
home,� I lamented and hit the bar with the towel I was carrying.

I didn�t realize Alison had come back into the bar and was
standing behind me.

�What�s the matter?� she asked with a surprised look.

�You just hooked him up wif� that bird and �ee doesn�t want to be
with her ta�night,� Barry said semi accusingly at Alison. �Aint
that right Steve?�

I looked ruefully at Alison and nodded.

�Oh Steve I�m so sorry. I thought she was your girlfriend,�
Alison said placing a consoling hand on my arm. �I�m really
sorry. It�s just that she asked how long you would be and I
thought, what�s the harm in letting them sit out the back,� she
concluded in her explanation.

�That�s OK Alison. Really it is. I just had other plans for
tonight. Actually they seem to have fallen through anyway,� I
said ruefully.

�Aaah yer after young Claire aincha?� Barry guffawed. �I told ya
Ally, I said he had the hots for Claire. She�s a nice gal to,� he
laughed.

Alison looked at Barry as if he was a moron.

�You don�t have to rub it I to the poor guy,� she chided Barry.
�I�m really sorry Steve. Honest. I thought I was doing you a
favor,� she said apologetically.

�No don�t worry. I mean Marisse isn�t bad; it�s just that she,
well, she has a six month old baby and I think she's desperately
looking for a daddy for her. Or maybe it�s a sugar daddy for both
of them. I don�t know really,� I said in explanation.

�I�ll go and tell the cow and her Jerry friends to leave,� Alison
said firmly.

�No, no, no don�t do that. It�s OK. Really it is. It�s ok,� I
pleaded as Alison had turned to go.

She stopped and looked at me arms folded as if she meant
business.

�Yo� sure Steve? �Cos I can tell them they have to leave,� she
said.

I knew she was relieved that I had called her back and I
reassured her it was OK. I had saved her the embarrassment of
admitting her gaffe. Well, maybe with Marisse�s friends staying
with her, I could get away from her early tonight.

Eventually we all mustered in my van and after a quick
introductory shake of Erik and Heike�s hand, I drove us all back
to Marisse�s flat. The delightful teenage babysitter Marilyn was
there with an equally delightful friend called Amy. The flat
smelled of smoke and Marisse gently reproached the girls for
�fagging indoors�. Fagging I had learned was slang for smoking. A
fag was a smoke. To have a fag was to have a smoke. I chuckled
when I first heard that. Imagine having a fag in your mouth. Of
course a fag is a faggot in America. Vastly different meaning
when you have a fag in your mouth back home. Marilyn gave me the
cow-eyed look and reluctantly she and Amy left after Marisse had
handed Marilyn a fiver as her babysitting fee. Amy was staying
the night at Marilyn�s. I would rather have spent some time with
the two sixteen year olds. If sixteen was the age of consent in
England I could certainly go for a three-way given they were the
legal age for sex. Almost on cue after Marilyn and Amy had left,
Erik produced what looked like a very thin tall teapot with a
tube hanging out of it. I soon realised it was a hookah; an
Arabian pot for smoking hashish. I was fascinated as he earnestly
charged the thing with the brown resin he removed from a sizeable
foil package and soon he was sucking merrily from it. Marisse had
appeared with a large jug of cheap Spanish red wine and so we sat
drinking the dreadful wine, and passing the hookah around.
Marisse had put on a Roxy Music album and she pulled Heike up to
dance to an upbeat song saying how sexy she thought Bryan Ferry
was. Erik sat and watched the girls while I sucked some more of
the hash from the hookah. It was surprisingly civilized way of
smoking dope and the hookah gurgled as I dragged on the
mouthpiece. I glanced at the girls and realised they were now
slow dancing as the album had changed to a ballad. I looked
sideways at Erik and he was staring intently at the girls. I
realised he was quite stoned. I saw an almost idiotic smile come
to his lips, reacting to the girls, and I glanced back at the
dancing pair and noted they were kissing very passionately in the
middle of the room.

I sat transfixed and as I took in the sight, through the haze of
hash smoke against the gloomy light from the single lamp that lit
the room. I soon realised it was Heike making the move on her
older friend Marisse. Both girls wore short skirts and were
barefoot as they clung together. I saw Heike gently running the
back of her hand over Marisse�s breasts outside her blouse and
eventually as they kissed, her hand went inside and I knew she
had it inside the cup of Marisse�s bra, working the nipple. I
found this incredibly erotic and my mouth was dry as I watched
the girl-girl action. Marisse was letting herself be seduced. I
glanced at Erik. His face was almost serious as he watched his
wife put the move on Marisse. He had slumped back on the large
cushion he was perched on and to my surprise, he slowly fumbled
at his jeans and pulled out his cock. He lay back with his head
against the wall and butt perched on the cushion and slowly
masturbated to the scene unfolding. I felt somewhat strange
watching him jack himself. Like I was a peeping Tom; so I looked
back at the girls. I could tell Marisse was completely under
Heike�s control and not a little bit aroused by what the fingers
were doing inside her bra. Heike also had a thigh wedge in
Marisse�s crotch. And Marisse was slowly humping herself on
Heike�s leg. In contrast, Heike had her eyes open as she kissed
Marisse. Taking in her friend�s reaction to what she was doing to
her.

As she slowly maneuvered Marisse back towards the battered couch,
her eyes darted from Erik to me and back again. I sensed there
was some eye signal with Erik as he actually turned his head
towards me following a look from Heike, but I sensed he didn�t do
whatever it was Heike was trying to signal to him. I think he was
just too stoned to take in the entire situation. I watched Heike
continue her slow march of Marisse back to the sofa. She had
given up trying to communicate whatever she was trying to get
through to Erik. Marisse�s legs hit the front of the sofa and I
watched her bend her knees and let Heike guide her back so she
was lying diagonally along the sofa with her legs splayed off the
edge; heels on the floor. Heike moved surprisingly quickly. She
crouched in front of her friend and pushing Marisse�s legs
quickly together she reached under her skirt and next thing
Marisse�s panties came down her legs and Heike discarded them.
She glanced quickly at Erik and then me, pausing to try and read
my face. I sat impassively and stared at her realizing she was
about to go down on Marisse. I met Heike�s gaze and gave a slight
smile and a little nod. I figure Marisse had said we were some
sort of item and Heike was looking for my approval to go further.
She looked a little relieved that I had apparently given her my
approval to go on. She pushed Marisse�s legs apart once more, and
pushing the skirt back, she knelt and put her face between
Marisse�s legs.

I sat fascinated and watched Heike eat Marisse. It wasn�t long
before Marisse was running her hands through Heike�s short hair
and I could hear her groaning as she was enjoying the
cunnilingus. Heike strayed one hand up to Marisse�s chest and I
watched as she expertly undid the buttons on Marisse blouse and
pushed her bra up above her breasts. She settled on a nipple and
began working it methodically. I couldn�t see any flesh or what
Heike was doing with her mouth and hand. It was almost all in
silhouette from a few feet away as she crouched at her carnal
work. Marisse was now moaning and gasping and I saw her legs
trying to twist and move as her friend drove her passion. I was
fixated with the scene and suddenly a new noise distracted me. I
turned to Erik who had his head thrown back and a look of anguish
on his face and I realised he was cock in hand and cumming;
having got off on watching his wife eat Marisse. His look changed
to one of moronic bliss and he slid along the wall and slowly lay
back on his side with his butt still perched on the large
cushion. He apparently had passed out. I turned back to the pair
on the sofa; Heike had also turned briefly to look at Erik and as
I looked at her she turned her gaze to me and smiled as if to say
�this is great� and turned back to eating Marisse. Like Erik, I
was hard but I was still bunched uncomfortably in my jeans. The
music was playing quietly and I was buzzing nicely on the dope. I
could see an expanse of thigh sticking from Heike�s short denim
skirt and I moved around a little so I was looking more from
behind her. The vee of her slightly parted legs as she knelt
sucking Marisse�s cunt was very alluring. I leaned forward onto
my knees and then stood up. She didn�t see me change position,
such was her focus on Marisse; who was moaning loudly and raking
her hands over Heike�s head and shoulders in passionate
submission to what the girl�s mouth was doing to her body. I came
up behind Heike and leaning forward I slid my hands up her skirt.
She jumped when she realised I was right behind her and giving
Erik a quick glance she looked around at me and gave me a smile.
I could smell Marisse�s sex odor on her. I leaned in and she
realised I wanted to kiss her. She obliged and though she turned
her head awkwardly for her, we kissed passionately. I moved a
hand under and massaged her warm firm mound outside her panties.
As we kissed I insinuated some fingers inside the leg of her
panties and pushed the tips into her slit. She moaned into my
mouth and then breaking the kiss, she gave me a look of approval
and slowly turned back to eating Marisse�s cunt.

I worked Heike�s panties down, and without breaking her
concentration on Marisse�s cunt, she awkwardly helped me remove
them. I unzipped my jeans and pushed my shorts and jeans down to
my knees. Walking forward on my knees I lifted her skirt and run
my hand up her slit and stopped to finger her clitoris. She let
out a sudden gasp and broke concentration on eating Marisse and
she let her head drop on Marisse�s� pubis. I slid my cock into
her and she lifted her head and brought a hand behind her and
grasped me behind the head. She twisted her face and we just
managed to contort enough to kiss once again. I smelt and tasted
Marisse�s sex juices for a second time. I pushed hard up into
Heike and she gasped and groaned her appreciation. Once we
settled into a slow deep fuck, she went back to eating Marisse.
Heike was no novice at this. She had brought Marisse close to
orgasm at least three times, with welcome interruptions by me.
Now I was deep in her I reached around and slowly twirled at her
clitoris and I guess this was too much for her to enjoy while
concentrating on Marisse�s pleasure as well. She didn�t want to
curb her own enjoyment of me fucking her. So she started to work
Marisse harder as if to get this out of her way so she could
concentrate on our fuck. I leaned over her shoulder and saw her
hand with her fingers inside Marisse�s cunt and she went at the
prone girl harder and fast. It did the trick and Marisse started
to cum hard and groaned and writhed as if to get away from the
incessant gnawing of Heike�s lips on her clitoris. Marisse went
through the pleasure barrier and lay back in a swoon of pleasure
with her hands hanging loosely over Heike�s shoulders. I took
Heike�s shoulders and started to dog fuck her harder and then
moving my hands and leaning over her back, I worked her clitoris
with one hand while searching for her ample boobs with the other.
I got a hand inside her blouse and under her bra and worked the
nipple and breast hard. I was working up to cum as she started to
gasp and groan and go into her orgasm, and it was then I became
aware of movement to my side. I turned quickly and too my
surprise, Erik was on his hands and knees watching us up close.
Heike realised he was there at the same time and reached a hand
out and beckoned him in closer. As she began to orgasm, she
embraced her husband who was half kneeling alongside of her and I
watched them kiss passionately, and filled her with my cum. She
was gasping into his mouth as her orgasm took her, and trying to
kiss him as she concentrated on her pleasure. Eventually she came
down and collapsed with her head over Marisse�s thigh and Erik
hugging himself to her.

I came down to earth and slowly sat back on my haunches regarding
the scene. I eased myself out of Heike and she lifted her head
briefly but realizing Erik was slumped against her on his knees
as well, she decided she didn�t have the strength to turn and
look at me, so she simply fell forward, resting on her knees and
lying over Marisse�s legs on the sofa. I stood slowly and pulled
my pants up looking at the three bodies slumped together. This
had been a great experience. Fucking Heike was as good as anyone
I had had so far this year. Made doubly erotic knowing her
husband was watching. I walked out into the kitchen and through
to the bathroom and had a slow piss as my water works returned
from ejaculation mode. I sniffed my hands and I could smell
Heike�s sex on them so I washed them. I walked back into the room
and saw they had slowly started to unravel themselves. I walked
around Heike and Erik who were lying in an embrace on the floor
slumped with their backs against the couch, and leaned over
Marisse who opened her eyes and smiled goofily at me. I leaned
down close to her face.

�Best get you to bed, you�ve got a little one who will need a
bright alert mom tomorrow morning,� I said softly.

She smiled at my consideration and brushed her fingers against my
face. I reached for her hands and she eased herself up. Heike had
turned her back to me and now kneeling; with her arms folded on
the couch seat with her chin on her arms as if thinking. Erik was
still sitting with his back against the couch; his head slumped
forward on his chest. He ignored us as I helped Marisse to her
feet. Marisse stood briefly beside Heike and as I took her b the
arm, she reached down to her friend and roughed her hair lightly;
almost as a thank you. Heike looked up and they smiled at each
other and briefly touched fingertips and Heike made a moue at
Marisse as I led Marisse to her bedroom. Marisse undressed and
got into an old heavy brushed cotton night gown and she crawled
into bed. I tucked her in and turned to leave the bedroom. She
saw me about to leave her.

�Don�t go Steve,� she whispered. �Please stay tonight,� she
urged.

�It�s OK. I�m just going to get Erik and Heike sorted. Erik is
out of it,� I said reassuringly.

�You�ll stay?� she asked seeking reassurance.
I nodded.

�Of course, now get some sleep. Baby will wake soon enough,� I
said.

Christ I had forgotten the little girls name; Jessica that was
it. Jessica. Fuck I was a casual bastard. I had barely
acknowledged the little girl�s existence at all. I went back into
the living room. Heike was now sitting beside Erik again, both
with their backs against the couch and holding hands. I looked at
them and stood deciding what to do. Heike beckoned me down
towards them. I stood confused about what she wanted and she
became a little more demonstrative in summoning me close. I
squatted before her and she beckoned me in closer so I was nearly
on top of her. The music had finished and the room was quiet.

�How�s Marisse? She asked almost in a whisper.

�She asleep,� I answered equally quietly.

�That�s good, that�s good,� she said.

Both Erik and Heike had very good English. They showed no
difficulty in pronunciation or with grammar, nor did they have
the thick accent European�s often had when speaking English.

She looked a little uncomfortable.

�I was telling Erik how good you were,� she said looking at me
steadily. �How big you were and filled me,� she began.

I looked at her quizzically. This was obviously a very open
marriage that he passively let his wife be back-scuttled
literally under his very nose.

�Erik and I, well, back in Dusseldorf, we swing�� she said and
tapered offer studying the reaction on my face.

I looked at her and nodded it was OK with me. It was intriguing
but it helped explain Erik�s interest in his wife being screwed
before his eyes.

�You see Erik has difficulty making it with me sometimes. So we
go with others, and I can have other men and it�s not like we are
cheating because he is close and it�s OK,� she continued
pensively.

Clearly she wanted to know what I thought out their liberal sex
life.

�What about Marisse?� I asked trying to put the girl-girl action
into this context.

She actually blushed.

�That was spontaneous. We have never done that. Well not with
each other. As you know we are long time friends so never
before,� she explained.

�Wow. I�m privileged. It was very hot,� I said admiringly.

�Ja, Ja, it was. I hope it is OK for us in the morning,� she said
with a look of gentle concern.

�She�ll be fine with it,� I reassured her. �So you have been with
women before?� I said getting back to her comment about being
with girls before.

�Of course, but usually only when we swing at parties. Same for
me with other men as Erik is there to, so no cheating or being
unfaithful,� she went on. �Which brings me to my point,� she said
somewhat nervously and looked at Erik who was sitting passively
with his head bowed but clearly listening to us talk.

I saw her squeeze his hand.

�Erik likes to watch me have sex but also, he gets much pleasure
from being, how you say, being a bottom,� she said and gazed at
me searching my face once more for any negative reaction.

I let her words sink in and pondered what she said. So Erik liked
being fucked by men. As I hadn�t reacted negatively she went on
before I had a chance to say anything.

�Erik is very much bisexual and not homosexual, or gay as you
say. He is actually quite submissive and enjoys sex with men.
Playing the girl if you like,� she said evenly and stared at me
still looking for a reaction.

�Its how we stay in love and we both get a very good sex life. Of
course we have sex together to but it is not always as good for
us as Erik has difficulty staying hard for long. But when I am
with someone else, man or woman, or both sometimes, he gets very
good erections and we both have great pleasure. You saw earlier.
And occasionally there are bi men who have no problem taking Erik
anally,� she concluded and looked at me somewhat relieved she had
got it out, and I hadn�t show any sign of objection or disgust at
her story.

I looked at the two of them sitting there together. I realised
what she was working up to. I nodded my understanding.

�Erik, that is we, would like you to join us both,� she said
quietly. He is very good and he can make you feel good too,� she
continued, and she turned and looked at her husband.

Erik had lifted his gaze and was staring at me waiting on my
reaction.

�You want me to fuck you and Erik?� I asked bluntly.

Heike blanched at my crude words but nodded and looked at Erik
who nodded also. I pondered the offer. I now saw him as
completely subordinate. A submissive bottom boy who�s wife found
him sex partners. Now I knew why he hadn�t created a scene when I
fucked his wife. Not that he could have done much as, though he
was slim and wiry, I was much bigger and I had no doubt I could
have taken him if he had cut up rough with me.

�You do this at swinging parties?� I confirmed with them.

�Yes of course,� Heike said.

�Erik enjoys you being taken by men and women, and you watch Erik
being taken by men?� I paraphrased my understanding.

The both nodded. If Erik was stoned before, he was rather more
with it now that Heike had got their little secret out. They both
sat looking at me, holding hands with an expectant look on their
faces.

�Here�s the deal,� I started firmly. �I have been with men before
so I have no issue Erik blowing me or taking me in his ass,� I
continued looking at them.

Their faces lit.

�But I really like women; or a threesome preferably with me and
two women,� I started slowly and deliberately thinking of my time
with two lovely French girls in Rome. �But I can try a threesome
with you both on one condition; I don�t take men in my ass or
mouth, ever,� I announced firmly.

The looked at each other and Heike said something to Erik in
German and he nodded enthusiastically. So they were sincere at
being totally happy with each being fucked by other people. Heike
turned back to me.

�Ja, Ja,� Heike said enthusiastically, �we agree this is good.�

Erik mumbled �Ja� as well and they looked at each other and
nodded earnestly at my suggestion to support their words.

I stood and looked at the sofa. It looked far too small for three
adults writhing around having sex. The floor was bare wood with a
few mats scattered about. This was hardly an ideal place for
sexual gyrations. The best location was the bed in which Marisse
slept; and even that was definitely a two at a time deal. Heike
must have read my mind because she stood quickly and beckoned
Erik to move out of the way. The couch was an early attempt at a
sofa bed and she pulled it forward, and I watched as she clicked
the back forward and then back and it locked down flat. She went
to each end and I realised she was locking fold-down legs at each
corner. She pushed the bed to test it and turned and looked at me
to rate my approval. I nodded it looked OK, and tested it as well
with my hands. It seemed firm enough. Erik stood passively
watching Heike as she next went to a stack of bed linen in the
corner of the room by their bags. She quickly made the sofa bed
to a point where it was a flat platform simply covered with a
blanket and topped with a sheet. She threw two pillows onto one
end, but never went so far as to actually make the bed as if for
sleeping in. This all took about ten minutes. In that time I
resolved myself to get into Erik first and hopefully get him out
of the way. My problem was continuity. If I shagged Erik, I�d
need some respite to do Heike. This was somewhat of a worry
because if I recovered for another round with Heike, Erik
likewise would be revived as well. And I was really hoping to
screw her slowly, with him possibly being out too it from his
banging. Not wanting him to get in on my act with his wife. As it
happened, my concerns were unfounded.
I watched the two of them start to undress. I took their cue and
soon we were all naked by the sofa bed. Heike looked at Erik and
said something quietly in German. He grinned and nodded. He was
clearly now more with it than earlier. He looked at me and
approached me cautiously; standing just inside my comfort zone,
and at first I worried he might want to kiss. But with a small
grin he dropped to his knees and started to fondle me. I came up
quickly at his touch and soon he had me in his mouth. As soon as
he started sucking in earnest, Heike quickly stepped towards me
and we embraced and kissed passionately. It was fantastic; making
out with a woman while her husband sucked me hard. I let my hand
stray over her ample breasts and tweaked her nipples. She moaned
and pulled against me, pushing her sex against my leg. I moved my
hand off her breasts and down between her legs. She backed up a
little and I slipped my fingers into her slit and slowly fingered
her, flicking her clitoris occasionally as I stroked. She held me
and kissed with an open sloppy mouth; her tongue searching inside
my mouth, to tease my tongue. And Erik was doing an expert job on
my cock. Running his hand up and down as he swirled the head and
then slowly taking almost all of me deep into his throat. His
other hand ran up and down the inside of my thighs and he cupped
my balls and fondled them. I glanced down once and nearly
laughed. He was staring directly at my hand working his wife�s
now wet cunt as he jacked and sucked my cock. I had a dilemma; I
wanted to simply throw this delicious woman onto the sofa bed and
fuck her as hard as I could. But I had this realisation that she
was really the aperitif for the sex with her husband. Or maybe he
was the starter for Heike, who was the main course for me. I
decided reluctantly I needed to fuck Erik, if for no other reason
than to get him out of the way. I broke the kiss and whispered to
her.

�He�s good. I�m getting to close to stand much more of this.�

�This is good,� she whispered and nuzzled my face and stroked my
hair. �I get some lubricant,� she said and quickly went to the
corner where their bags were, and started rummaging inside one
bag.

I stroked Erik�s hair and he looked up and nodded his
appreciation that I was at least showing interest in his work,
now that I didn�t have his wife to grope. Heike joined us again
and she had this bottle in her hand and she knelt and said
something to Erik. He pulled his mouth of my cock and looked at
what she held in her hand and nodded. As quick as a flash, Heike
crouched and slipped her mouth onto my cock and Erik rose and
retreated backwards to the sofa and lay back across it. He
brought his legs up and locked his hands behind his knees and
looking at me between his legs he gave a small nod, �ready for
you.� Heike was still sucking me just as fervently as her husband
had been and I had to gently tap her shoulder that I needed her
to stop. She looked up and gave a small exasperated smile. She
was willing to take me over the edge but knew this was for Erik.
She stood and walked to the side of the sofa bed and slid up
beside Erik and lay propped on one elbow, running her hand over
his stomach and chest. I stood between his legs and unscrewed the
bottle top and squirted some thick liquid into the palm of my
hand. For the next few minutes I used the palm of my hand like a
palette and drawing the lube from it, I painted his asshole with
the slimy residue. I slid first one and then eventually three
fingers deep into his anus; slicking the walls and entrance,
while kneading him open with turning and twisting of my fingers.
Heike kissed him and now her hand was jacking his hard cock. Erik
was quite well hung. It must be a really pity for her that he
couldn�t maintain an erection for normal conjugal sex. His mind
must really be locked down on a narrow fetishist�s view of sodomy
or even simple submission, as the turn on. After I decided that
he had been well greased, I slopped more lube in the palm of my
hand and stroked it all over my hard cock. Inside the foreskin,
over the head and liberally along the length; so much that it
trickled slowly down the underside of my cock onto the front of
my scrotum. I was ready. He�d held his legs high for some minutes
and he must be tiring by now.

I entered him easily. He was well versed in being penetrated and
I watched his face as I knew he was straining his muscles to push
out. The easiest way to allow an object into a canal that usually
pushes objects out. The sphincter is forced to open. I was balls
deep within three firm pushes. Heike had turned looking between
her husband�s legs; past her own hand that held his erection
against his body so she could see my cock disappear behind his
ball sack. My pubic hair capping his balls like a wig. She let
his cock go and it sprung a little off his belly and she reached
between us and checked the small amount of my cock not concealed
in his anus. She looked at me and smiled in appreciation. I
fucked him. Slowly picking up the pace, I slid deep and pulled
back. He arranged his legs over my shoulders and I leaned into
him; I was still standing on the floor, and him with his ass
perched on the edge of the makeshift bed. Heike kissed and
caressed him while jacking his cock and I could hear him moaning
his enjoyment. He didn�t last long and soon he spasmed and went
rigid and I watched him shoot up his belly and over his chest;
all the time Heike stroking and milking him and whispering to him
softly in German. It was intensely erotic and I decided to blow
my load into him. I picked up speed and his reverie following his
ejaculation changed quickly as I brought little gasps of pleasure
and discomfort from his lips as I became a lot rougher at
buggering him. Heike turned and watched me intently as I fucked
him hard and she studied my face, which must have been showing
signs of my own pleasure from the sweet exertions of burying to
the hilt rapidly and then drawing back for another deep plunge.
As I felt the cum rise I changed to short sharp jabs with my hips
and skewered him deep as I finally came hard and bent forward as
I pushed his knees back over his chest and shoved him into the
sofa base. He was gasping in some mixture of enjoyment and mild
pain at the way in which his sphincter was stretched and rented
by my cock. I slowed and finally leaned forward against my hands
braced on the bed; panting and puffing at the effort and the
pleasure of the cum. I concluded that Erik was a dammed good
fuck.

I slowly disengaged myself from Erik�s asshole and as I stood
wondering what to do next, Erik rolled around so he was lying
lengthways on the sofa bed; and turned his back to me and Heike,
facing the wall. She leaned over him briefly and I think she
spoke to him but it was very quiet if she did. She turned back
and looked at me as if to say �you�re mine now baby� and crawled
to the edge of the bed. I stood wondering what she wanted and she
held a hand up and beckoned me. I stepped to the edge of the bed
and she took my still hard cock in her hand and went down on me
quickly. She laved away diligently, tasting the mixture of cum,
Erik�s anal secretions and the lube. She showed no concern about
doing this and I reasoned she had most likely done this with many
cocks that had skewered her husband�s asshole. I knew I wouldn�t
cum for some time but I was more than aroused at the overall
events of the last half hour or so and Heike was keeping the
interest high for me. I knew she could suck me for some time
without any tangible increase in my arousal. I eased back holding
her head and she looked up questioningly.

�I can stay hard but I won�t come for awhile,� I said softly.
�Let�s not waste him,� I continued, personalizing my cock.

She smiled as she understood, and without a word, she swiveled
around and lay as Erik had done before, twisting her head
slightly along his prone body lying with his back to us, and
opened her legs wide; her heels resting on the edge of the sofa
bed. I stepped between her legs and she reached forward and as
soon as she felt my cock bobbing against her vulva, she guided me
to her slit and I pushed easily home. She groaned her enjoyment
and as I leaned over her body she wrapped her hands around my
shoulders as I started to slowly fuck her. I lowered my mouth to
one of her hard erect nipples and suckled it firmly as I fucked.
I slowly fucked for what seemed like hours but in reality was no
more than fifteen minutes; all the while her head lightly bumping
against her husband�s back as I shoved into her. I tongued her
nipples, and at regular intervals I worked my hips in slow
circular motion so as to rub our pubis together, and then resumed
fucking in and out. She was a very sexual woman and after a few
minutes I sensed her arousal rising to a point when she grabbed
me tight and started humping and grinding against me and came
hard. Her mouth was gasping against my ear as I hunched into her;
swinging my hips rhythmically. I kept up the steady in-out
fucking for several more minutes and she relaxed her grip as she
lay back enjoying the sense of afterglow from the orgasm just
passed. I slipped a hand between us and worked her clitoris. She
moaned and tried to pull my hand away with a little cry, almost
laugh of irritation. She was clearly very sensitive so as to give
her respite I slid my hand under her and stroked the pucker to
her anus. This bought about an altogether different reaction and
she whispered and urgent �Ja� into my ear.

I knew I had dropped the bottle of lube in front of the sofa, so
I eased back and dropped my hands to feel around and located the
bottle. She twisted her body to follow what I was doing and as I
eased upright, still with most of my cock inside her, I started
to unscrew the cap once more. I looked at her as I slipped a
slippery finger under her buttock and zeroed in on her pucker.
She had a look of apprehension on her face as she lay facing me.
I returned my finger to her pucker three more times and soon had
her slick and could ease three fingers in to the second knuckle.
She had her eyes tight closed and her mouth slightly opened;
occasionally biting lightly on her bottom lip as my fingers eased
her open. I made a clumsy attempt of greasing the portion of my
cock that was outside her cunt but eventually it was time I
needed to pull out of her. I slipped from her warm wet vagina and
run the excess lube on my fingers, over the top half of my cock.
Taking it in one hand I nudged it towards her pucker and her eyes
opened wide in anticipation. I rubbed the head of my cock around
her pucker with increasing pressure and slowly the head pierced
the tight orifice and she hissed and a look of discomfort came
over her as I tried to sink deeper inside. I pushed around for a
minute or two but every time I tried to go deeper she winced and
slid her hand down and pushed against my thigh as a warning not
to proceed. This wasn�t ideal. Erik was in the way for her to lay
straight across the bed and open her buttocks properly like he
had done. With him there, she couldn�t stretch out properly as he
had before. I pulled back completely and reached for her hand.
Her eyes opened wide in question and I motioned and pulled her
from the sofa bed. She stood, wondering what I was planning and I
placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her around. She
realised I wanted her to bend over and she obliged by resting her
torso on the sofa and bending at the hips. She reached back and
held her buttocks apart and I gazed at her open sex and the
slightly dilated asshole above it. I took the lube and squeezed
it directly onto my cock and worked a copious amount along the
length and around the head. Positioning myself behind her, I
aimed at the open hole and slowly, this time, I eased inch after
inch into her tight ass.

I slowly bottomed out amidst small cries of pain as I opened her
up and she told me to stop a couple of times and then urged me to
continue once she got used to the stretching of her sphincter.
Unlike Erik she clearly hadn�t had this regularly. Eventually I
gained as much as I dare and slowly began to fuck her. She
groaned and hissed at first, but eventually she lay face down
against her arms crossed on the bed. I held her hips and after a
few minutes of fucking, I was gaining more and more depth on the
in-stroke and her complaining eventually subsided and her
response to my slow fucking her ass was measured in her
breathing. I�m not sure exactly at what point Erik revived
himself but I looked past her head and he had slowly rolled over.
The change in her vocalizing during the sex we had been having,
must have aroused his curiosity. He was looking at her and I
heard her gasp something in German and he quickly looked at me. I
guessed she had told him I was in her ass. He rolled on his
opposite side now facing her and I watched fascinated as he
offered his now stiff cock to her to suck. She turned her face
towards him and soon she was stroking and sucking him as I
sodomized her, standing behind her. He was closing his eyes and
groaning at her work and occasionally he looked at me and I
sensed he was more than happy with the situation. It came to me
he seemed totally erect with this situation. I thought about her
saying how he struggled for erections during conventional sex.
Heike blowing him was like conventional for them so he must be
getting off on me fucking her ass.

�Erik, sit on the edge of the bed,� I gasped as I fucked Heike.

He looked at me puzzled. Heike stopped sucking and turned looking
at me quizzically.

�Let Heike mount you,� I said quickly. �You�re so hard, it should
be fine.�

He looked at her and she said something in German and he crawled
past her and sat on the edge of the bed beside her, his cock
waving hard in front of him. I eased her back and let my cock
slip from her. She groaned at the angle I exited her as it
stretched her unnecessarily. She turned and glanced at me and
then she straddled his thighs and I watched as she took him in
hand and sat slowly down on him. I heard her sigh and she hugged
him close and cradled his head. This obviously didn�t happen
often. She started to fuck him; rising up and down working for
both of them. I could see his face clearly over her shoulder and
he was somewhat amazed at what he was achieving. Now for the
final coup de grace. I stepped behind her and pushed her lightly
on her shoulders. She got a surprise at my touch and turned to
look at me with a puzzled expression. I ran my hand up her butt
crack and slid a finger into her slick asshole. She immediately
knew what I was thinking and a look of concern came over her
face. I pushed harder and she eventually leaned forward over
Erik, forcing him onto his back on the bed. I straddled Erik�s
legs and moving in behind her I guided my cock to her slimy
pucker. She gasped as I entered her again and made to sit up as
if to reject me. I pushed her forward and slid firmly into her,
feeling her husband�s cock inside her vaginal cavity. He tried to
rear up to see what I was doing but he soon realised we had
penetrated both her holes as he felt me moving in her anal
cavity; through the thin wall between our cocks. He wrapped his
arms across her back and pulled her to him and I finally eased
right inside.

We double teamed her for a good ten minutes. At first she
struggled and complained but eventually she succumbed to the two
of us fucking her and eventually she began to groan and moan in
obvious enjoyment. All the way through, Erik�s cock felt strong
and hard through the membrane that separated her anus and vagina
and we picked up the pace and fucked her harder. Erik came first,
gasping and groaning and she yelped as he actually bit her
shoulder in his throes of passion. I picked up my pace and she
matched me by pushing back and I realised she was rubbing herself
against Erik. She began to wail and cum and I took my cue and
fucked her faster, finally exploding deep inside her bowels and
gasping, I collapsed across her back. She was soaked with
perspiration and heaving with the exertion and the strength of
her orgasm. She lay with her face on Erik�s chest and he stroked
her hair and nuzzled her neck and face. He was crooning something
in German. I steadied myself and slowly eased out and she heaved
a sigh as I pulled clear. She never looked back, preferring to
hug herself to Erik. I looked at the two of them and my gaze met
Erik�s; he nodded at me and I turned, and gathering up my
clothes, I padded wearily off to Marisse�s bedroom.

I woke at daybreak when Marisse rose to check her baby who was
awake and gurgling and talking baby talk to herself in her crib.
She disappeared for about twenty minutes and then came back to
be. She peered over at me as I lay with my back to her and she
snuggled in behind me and dropped off to sleep. She had had a
reasonable amount to drink the night before; and with the hookah
and the sex with Heike, she was clearly still tired. I rose at
about eight and slipped into her tiny bathroom to dress. I
sponged my groin area to try and clean the odor of sex, and after
satisfying myself I was almost clean, I got dressed. I left the
bathroom to sneak out when I heard Marisse call my name softly. I
was trapped. I tiptoed to the door of her bedroom and looked in.
She had half turned to look at me.

�Come back to bed,� she said sleepily.

�I can�t, it�s gone eight thirty,� I said quietly so as not to
wake baby Jessica.

�When will you be back?� she asked.

She was now lying on her back looking at me over the bedclothes
pulled up to her chin. It was a chilly morning. Autumn was here.

�I�ll give you a ring,� I said.

�OK,� she answered still very much asleep.

I was taken aback that she didn�t insist I be more specific. I
took this as a time to escape and quickly left the doorway and
tiptoed through the living room to the entrance of the small
flat. Erik and Heike were asleep under the blankets. I slipped
out the door and down the steps onto the sidewalk. Soon I was
driving back to my flat. I had time for a quick bath and report
to work for eleven o�clock opening. As I drove home I thought of
the double team Erik and I did on Heike. Clearly they had never
been there before. Neither had I. He stayed firm and hard and I
surmised it was the eroticism of us both being a millimeter apart
as we filled his wife, that kept him hard. I bet this was a new
adventure to repeat at their next swinging night. I grinned
obscenely at the thought of my semen seeping onto the sheet from
both their asses. I had cum in both of them during the night; as
well as the first time in Heike�s vagina. Marisse had missed the
show but had also had her share of fun. It then occurred to me
what I had said to her as I left. �I�ll give you a ring.� She
didn�t have a telephone. I grinned to myself. I had no need to go
back again until I felt ready. I knew Erik and Heike were to
leave for Germany tomorrow. I�d see how I felt tonight after work
before deciding whether to return; and possibly get into a
foursome this time. I had all day to think about it.

I never went back after work that night. I headed home and
crashed. But as I had Thursday as my day off, and I knew Erik and
Heike were leaving for Germany by train and ferry, I went around
to Marisse�s about nine thirty that morning. After being
surprised to find me on the door step, Marisse was a little cool
towards me. Luckily Heike and Erik were impressed I thought
enough of them to come back and offer them a lift to Paddington
Station. They helped thaw Marisse�s attitude towards me and by
the time we reached the station car park, she was almost
friendly. I was a little concerned we had no car seat for baby
Jessica and my showing I cared about her safety as she was only
being held in Marisse�s arms, seemed to touch a chord with her. I
surprised myself how casual I felt towards Heike and Erik given
the rather carnal intimacy of two nights earlier but they took it
all in their stride. I guess that�s what comes of swinging. You
get beyond embarrassment. We bid the couple fare well with hugs
all round and I promised I would visit in Dusseldorf when I did
my next European tour. I hadn�t said I was returning home for
good at the end of the year; Marisse knew that and gave me a wary
look when I said I most certainly would visit her friends. She
pointed out my obvious lie on the way home.

�You have no intention of going back to Europe do you?� she
challenged.

�I might do,� I said defensively. �I�ve no set agenda between now
and Christmas.  I could go back��

I could tell she didn�t believe me by the way she rolled her eyes
at my lame response. She sat and Jessica tweaked and poked at her
mother�s face. Marisse made goo, goo noises and played with the
little girl, bringing little chuckles from her. Finally she
spoke.

�Why didn�t you return yesterday,� she said staring ahead.

�I was had it after work,� I said turning to look at her.
�Buggered, as you English say.�

�It wasn�t you that was the buggered one,� she said somewhat
acerbically and glanced knowingly at me.

I blanched at her comment and said nothing. After a minute or two
I turned to her.

�What�s your problem Marisse? You�ve been chilly since I turned
up this morning,� I said challenging her mood which had seemed to
revert back to frosty demeanor following her buggered retort.

�You are Steve. You treat me like a casual slut you can just turn
up and expect a fuck,� she said icily.

�Whoa, whoa,� I said defensively. �If I recall, the first time I
came back, we did get together in the literal sense. And on
Tuesday night, you were conspicuous in being aloof towards me by
getting a nice vaginal examination from Heike. So please don�t
accuse me of usury,� I said firmly.

�The first night you cut and run and I never saw you until I came
looking for you at the pub,� she whined defensively.

�So it�s about me not being back, rather than coming and screwing
you and going,� I said rhetorically. �It must be; because I
haven�t cut and run as you put it.�

�Stop splitting hairs. I just thought there might be more than
just an expectation of casual sex,� she said firmly. �I�d like to
think there was more to us than just as casual fuck buddies; or
the indignity of knowing that when you did turn up, you seemed to
get it on with everyone but me.�

�I think you had your fun as I recall it. And between Heike�s
mouth and fingers and a skin full of lager and head full of hash,
you were gone,� I retorted. �So what if I got involved with
Heike. And the threesome was their idea to get Erik his jollies
for the night. Good straight forward adult stuff without this
sort of fucking recrimination,� I argued.

She stared ahead and her face reddened from my chastisement. This
wasn�t going well. I couldn�t wait to get her home. The fuck that
she felt I was somehow meant to be committed to her after that
first night I slept with her. We rode the rest of the way in
awkward silence. By the time we arrived at her flat, she was
ready to jump out and run, but being we were in a left hand drive
van, in England where you drive on the left, she had to get out
the side open to road and exposed to the following traffic. I
placed a hand on her shoulder and made her stop where she was. I
got out of the driver�s side onto the sidewalk and walked around
the back of the van making sure the oncoming traffic saw me
clearly. I opened the door for her and shielded her and Jessica
from the traffic, even though we weren�t really at risk. The one
approaching car had seen us and slowed almost to a stop. I guided
her around the front of the van and as soon as he felt safe for
Jessica, she marched deliberately to her front door, not
acknowledging my help or bidding goodbye. I stood and watched her
go inside. What the fuck. I didn�t need this shit. I climbed back
in the van and went home. I was pissed off with her attitude and
sat in my room sulking; staring at the noisy TV picture on my old
black and white set. I needed a better antenna than the bent wire
coat hanger pushed in the top of the Newcastle Brown Ale bottle!

So that was where my relationship with Marisse foundered. But it
had one last twist, before she went out of my life for good.
About a week after the spat, I decided I would go around and try
to patch up the relationship, without it ending in sex. I figured
we had had a reasonably good rapport so it was worthwhile to at
least part on friendly terms. I scored a little grass from
Claire�s friend Jeb, at the pub, and bought a cheap bottle of
Spanish red. I had the night off so I figured a few smokes and a
glass of plonk would help mend the relationship. I arrived and
knocked on her door about seven thirty on the Wednesday evening.
I was surprised when Marilyn opened the door, standing there in
her school uniform; white blouse and grey skirt. She was in
stocking feet and was munching a jam sandwich. She looked as
surprised to see me as I was to see her, and quickly pushing the
end of her sandwich into her mouth, she beckoned me in.

�Where�s Marisse? I asked looking around and noting Marilyn
appeared alone with baby Jessica.

She was grinning at me like the cat that got the cream.

�She�s out. On a date,� she announced almost triumphantly.

�A date,� I said quickly looking at her.

I was surprised to hear this. Marilyn knew I would be and that
was why she was grinning at me but not in a snippy way. She
clearly welcomed the fact I was here, and to her knowledge,
Marisse had obviously moved on from me.

�A date,� she echoed. �Some hairy guy called Joe. He plays in a
band. She�s gone to hear him at a pub in Kilburn,� she explained.

�Must be nice for her�and Joe,� I said somewhat sardonically. �So
who�s going to help me with these?� I said holding up the wine
and the grass.

Her grin grew even wider and she turned and went into the
kitchen, returning with a corkscrew. She offered it to me and
then taking the small plastic bag of grass from me, she went to
the couch and I was admiring in the way she quickly rolled it
into a very nice firm fat joint using some Rizzla�s she found on
the sideboard; as I struggled to get most of the cork out of the
wine bottle, and not disintegrate too much as it was trying to
do. Jessica was playing on a rug on the floor and sat watching
me. I looked at the chubby little girl and smiled.

�It might be baby�s bed time,� I said looking at Marilyn. �Don�t
want her to get her stoned unnecessarily,� I added, inferring
Jessica should not be around us lighting up.

She looked at the kid and nodded.

�Yeah, best we put you to bed little one,� she cooed and scooped
the little girl up.

�Wave night-night to the nice American,� she gushed at the little
girl, and waved the babies hand as if Jessica was waving good
night to me. She disappeared into the bedroom and soon returned
smiling.

�She�ll stand and jabber at nothing for awhile. She�s actually a
very good wee girl,� she said pleasantly.

I smiled at her use of the Scottish term �wee� meaning small.

I wandered out to the tiny kitchen and found two tumblers. I
rinsed them as they looked like they had been used for milk.
Maybe Jessica had drunk from them as there were tiny dried
fingerprints on the outside and milky smears on the inside. I
dried the glasses with a dirty tea towel hanging on a hook. I
looked around ruefully. Marisse wasn�t the most house proud of
moms. The tea towel needed a good wash. I went back into the
living room and poured two generous glasses of the wine and as I
handed one to Marilyn, she handed me the joint to do the honor of
lighting up. I obliged and soon I was sitting on the sofa toking
on the joint and drinking the harsh red wine. It was rough!

�How often do you baby-sit,� I asked socially.

�Maybe three nights a week. Usually once a week for Marisse,� she
answered and sucked at the joint. �Gets me a few quid for me
self,� she said and held the smoke in her lungs and pulled a
face.

She may have only been sixteen but she understood smoking dope
well enough. I wondered what else she understood from an adult
perspective. I leaned forward and she looked a little surprise. I
made a mouth as if to suck the exhaled smoke and she caught on
and leaned towards me. It was a crude way for me to start to make
out with her. We were only half way through the joint and now we
were kissing and petting consistently, occasionally breaking to
swap a toke. The kissing was tainted with the taste of the joint.
It became apparent to me the joint was a distraction. I wanted to
get into her pants and I was pretty sure she wanted to let me. I
broke the kiss again and took the joint she was holding awkwardly
away from her body, and turning to the ashtray beside the sofa, I
stubbed the end so as not to ruin the remaining half of the
joint. She sat almost demurely and watched me with a smile;
knowing we could concentrate on the making out. I leaned back
into her only this time I guided her back down on the sofa now
there was no burning joint to worry about.

It was like shooting a duck in a barrel of water. In no time I
had her blouse undone and her bra pushed up with one breast
exposed. I worked on the nipple with my mouth at intervals,
returning to kiss her passionately. She knew what she was about
and she was quite a good kisser. Agile mobile tongue and her
fingers traced my hair line and brushed softly against my
earlobes. I was getting aroused and let her know it by pressing
my groin against her leg. As soon as she felt my erection through
my jeans she pressured back to acknowledge my state. Now we had
the �contract� agreed, I slid a hand up under her skirt and
started to prise the leg of her panties away from her groin, and
slid my fingers inside and onto her vulva. She twisted a little
to give me better access and with a further adjustment, I was
able to stroke the length of her moist slit. A few minutes of
fingering and tonguing her nipple and I decided all this casually
raising the bar was a waste of precious time. She was breathing
heavy with occasional little gasps and I had realised she was
getting turned on. I decided to strip her. I started with her
panties. Tugging at the waistband until she lifted her hips off
the sofa and I pulled them down and off her legs. I lifted the
skirt and stared in amazement. She was bald. No pubic hair. She
was completely shaven. My two French lovelies I had enjoyed in
Rome were like this. I felt a flood of longing to put my mouth on
her. I looked at her and saw she was studying my expression. She
burst out giggling and put a hand over her mouth as a way to
pardon her rude humor at my expense.

�You�re shaved,� I said in surprise.

She chuckled.

�Yep. Amy and I shaved ourselves,� she giggled.

�Why?� I asked in wonderment, still looking at the bald pubis
above the pink sex lips.

�To stop pubes,� she answered with a lilt in her voice.

I looked puzzled. I didn�t know what she meant. She painted the
picture.

�Amy and I started larking about one day at her place, and well,
you know, we got the hots. So we did each other and the pubes
kept getting stuck in our mouth and so we decided afterwards we
should get rid of them. So we did,� she explained nonchalantly.

You and Amy have Lesbian sex,� I asked incredulously.

�Well we did. And sometimes we still get that way, but we both
rather prefer blokes,� she said casually.

�The other night, when you were both here together, did you, you
know�?� I asked peering at her sex once more.

�Oh, the other night when we were babysitting here? Well yes we
did, sort of,� she said. �But not so much tongues rather she had
this rubber cock thing and we played with that,� she said
grinning at me.

�Where did she get the dildo from?� I asked very interested in
this news.

�From some slime ball she met at the market. He was taunting her
with it when she was browsing at this corner stall. He had it
poked out his pants. She went up and swiped it and took off with
it. It was a good score,� she said with a giggle. �Sooo�we dared
each other to use it, and we did,� she concluded.

She smiled at me. I was now sliding a finger up and down her slit
and her voice was getting a little softer.

�Oooh that�s nice,� she said quietly.

�Would you like some real cock?� I asked crudely.

�Yes please, she said firmly. �But I�d like some nice tonguing
first,� she added dreamily.

I went down on her. Plenty of time later to quiz her on her sex
with Amy. I slid onto my knees on the floor and lifted her hips
to the level of my face and went at her with my tongue and
fingers. She responded instantly and I was rapt when she had a
small orgasm shortly after I started sucking and finger fucking
her. I continued working away and she lifted her hips up meet my
pushing with my tongue. She was sweet and tasty and I had three
fingers into the second knuckle. I concluded she was no virgin or
novice to this. I was rock hard in my pants and wanted to enter
her so I stopped sucking, which brought about a small moan of
complaint. But she opened her eyes to see me shucking my clothes
and she quickly dragged her blouse and bra off her torso. She
twisted side ways and undid the side zipper on the skirt. I
pulled it off and soon she was naked except for her sox. My cock
was bobbing around and she reached for me and beckoned me to come
up beside her head. When I got alongside she raised herself
slightly and took me in her mouth. She sucked me for a short
while. She didn�t need to get me hard; she just wanted to suck me
to enter into the giving side of the sex so far. Truth was I was
very close, and even though I busied myself with my fingers in
her cunt, I wanted to embrace her and sink inside. I reluctantly
pulled away from her mouth and looking at her as a sign it was
time, I moved her outside leg off the sofa and the inside leg up
the back, and she opened up. I leaned over her and she expertly
dropped a hand a searching and taking my cock, she regulated my
entrance. This girl was no novice with cock either. I slid slowly
into her with a series of short in-out strokes until I was nicely
tight in her hole. We fucked. Literally we did it together. She
was very mobile and her movements complimented mine and soon we
were both puffing and gasping and it felt so good. She ran her
hands over my back and down my butt and then up again; all the
while humping to meet me. Soon she was getting close, judging by
the little mewling noise she was making and I noted she was
putting in a real effort to get the most out of what we were
doing. She started to cum again, only this time she started to
cry and almost sobbing in delirium as she went over the edge. I
felt a little superfluous because I was sure she was getting her
rocks off on me; not from me simply screwing her to orgasm. I
joined in by speeding up and rutting harder in short violent
jabs. She responded by gasping at each thrust and clung too me as
she went rigid and trembled. I got the mood and came hard.
Holding each stroke as deep as I could and easing a little,
slamming back as I spurted again. At least half a dozen electric
blasts as I spurted deep in her. I finally collapsed on her and
she cuddled me into her.

We roused about twenty minutes later and she padded off to the
bathroom. She came back a few minutes later and I gazed
admiringly at this beautiful teen�s body with no pubic hair. Her
vulva, smooth and plump between he slim legs. Her tits were
perfect for the rest of her hips and waist. Facially, and dressed
in her unflattering school uniform she looked about thirteen or
fourteen. But dressed in casual clothes that accentuated her
mature body and with makeup as she wore the previous time I met
her, she easily passed as eighteen. She confessed to being
sixteen, so I was glad the age of consent in England had been
reached. She pushed me back against the sofa back and nestled in
beside me. We kissed and cuddled a little and we spent the next
hour or so talking. She was the middle child of three; an older
and younger brother. Her brother worked on oil rigs out on the
North Sea. Her father was a Scot and her mother came from Luton
Town. Her dad was supposedly strict but the rest of the family
invariably got their way with him. He worked in a government
printing shop. Her mom worked in a factory catering hall on an
industrial estate in Harlesden, the suburb up the road from where
I lived in Willesden. I got onto a sex discussion and we swapped
first time confessions. Her first was not surprisingly very
early; she confessed to being just turned twelve when she let an
eighteen year old neighbor take her virginity. She said it hurt
her like hell and she never had sex again until she was fourteen.
By then she had had exploratory sessions with herself and was
regularly able to masturbate to orgasm by the time she turned
thirteen. Then she had her first dalliance with another
schoolgirl, followed by her first real boyfriend at fourteen. Her
mother caught her and her teenage boyfriend in bed one day when
she came home early so she put her straight onto the pill. A wise
precaution because Marilyn confessed that by now she liked sex a
lot and she was sure she would be knocked by now if she wasn�t on
it. I asked what her folks thought of her babysitting so much and
she grinned and said they approved because it kept her off the
street. She poked my cock playfully and I thought her parents
should be less than comforted she was �off the street
baby-sitting.� I asked if she usually had someone with her and
she said occasionally but the other night was the first time Amy
joined her here at Marisse�s. She confessed to having sex maybe
up to three times a month. There was one boy who her parents
hated because he was of Pakistani descent. He seemed to be her
regular male sex outlet. He was at university and came home most
weekends and met up with her. And of course she and Amy had had
occasional girl-girl sessions which she confessed they both
agreed it was not something they wanted to admit to getting too
good at. So they generally underplayed it. The dildo session was
�a bit of a lark� as she put it.

�I�m not a Lezzy. Don�t even think we�re bi �cos we don�t go out
together or we�re partnered up or anything,� she added. �And we
both really like blokes.�

We fucked once more. This time I lay back on the couch and she
straddled me and worked herself off quite quickly and slumped
against me, drooling lightly following her exertions. I massaged
her tits and sat as she fucked herself against me. Occasionally
she leaned in and we kissed. I held her butt and she corkscrewed
her hips. This was what brought her off. She lay slumped against
me and I was still hard inside; not having cum yet. I eased her
off and placed her on her chest on the sofa, kneeling on the
floor. I got behind her and skewered her like a bitch receiving
the dog. I slowly fucked myself to a fantastic cum; much as I
enjoyed Heike in this exact place and position the week before. I
really enjoyed myself, not being distracted by getting her off or
watching her get off. It was simple carnal lust and I wasted her,
shoving deep as I stood over her and held her hips and I shagged
her nicely. Following our second fuck, we dressed as it was
getting towards ten o�clock. I sponged myself down while she sat
on the loo and pissed. She wiped herself and I saw she was very
practiced with her post-sex hygiene. She confessed she had had a
couple of bouts bladder infections she put down to not wiping
herself clean after sex. God she was only sixteen. A woman, yet
still a girl. I left about ten thirty. I didn�t want to be there
when Marisse came back. We cleaned up the ashtray after we
finished the joint and I tipped the rest of the lousy wine down
the sink. I took the empty bottle with me so as not to arouse
Marisse�s suspicions as to how it came to be there. Just as I had
said to Marisse, I told her I would stay close. But once again I
really didn�t want to get hooked up. I knew she had a thing for
me right since when we first met. Perhaps Marisse was right.
Maybe I was a shit who just wanted to fuck and go. But with
Marilyn, sex with this girl woman was really erotic, and I did
see her again; several times in fact and usually at my flat when
I knew my flatmates were away for the day. She was amoral and
well practiced at sex and I have to confess, that even now, I
look back on that little West London high school girl as one of
the most satisfying sexual relationships I have ever had.

We discussed my returning home for Christmas; and the probability
of never returning. She took it really well and her only moment
of desperate whimsy was saying she would come and see me in the
States when she saved the money. I think she wanted to believe it
but I never did hear from her. rIt was the beginning of September
and I had another three months or so to enjoy this time here in
London. But Marilyn had a degree of maturity that Marisse had not
been able to display. She knew our time was transitory and when I
said I wanted to remain free, she understood completely. So we
parted in a way that Marisse could not do and I moved on.
There was the small matter of my desire for Spanish Paz. And then
there was my more than passing interest in the now unattached
Claire. I had an agenda and I was determined to bed one or the
other; if not both.

THE END

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