HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVES : by © Lady Joyce Hamilton Mf+ wife reluc M+F+ MM tg

                Chapter One: The Sting


Engineering is not the most glamorous of work, but I do get to travel the 
world. Mostly I'm away for two weeks, home for four days, and then away 
again. It was Friday afternoon, with a weekend in front of me, in Las Palmas. 
Sounds good, you probably think. But in fact to be working in a holiday resort 
is about the pits. I was sitting by the pool, still in business clothes, my jacket 
over the back of the plastic chair, savouring a long whisky.

A couple sat at the next table. They were talking incessantly and 
inconsequentially, and I was pretty pissed off that I couldn't escape their 
conversation which was loud and in english, with strong northern accents. 
They were probably about forty, but their beach gear showed enough flesh to 
see they were keep-fit types. He was short, stocky and muscular: not an ounce 
of fat though, and a stomach that looked as hard as a boxer's. She was a rather 
brassy blonde, but sexy with her nice looking breasts and firm , shapely 
bottom: tiny waist.

Their drinks came...and he tipped far, far too much! He leaned over towards 
me...'Looks as if you're working here?'

'How did you know I'm english?'

'Suit and shoes english. Besides you look english.'

We started chatting and I moved my chair to their table. More drinks, and an 
introduction as Hellen and Joe Northcote. They lived in Arkham, a village just 
down the road from the estate where my wife and I live. 'Do you know 
Arkham Manor....that's our place?' Did I know it! Just about the finest 
Elizabethan house in the county...parkland, horses, the lot. The Northcotes 
were way beyond me socially.

'Time to change for dinner. See you about.'

At this very moment two giggling girls came up. They couldn't be more than 
sixteen, I thought, but they were very pretty. I was introduced. 'This is Nikki, 
our daughter, and her exchange friend Marie-Claude. She's french.  I shook 
hands with Nikki, the blonde one, and then with Marie-Claude, a brunette. I 
muttered something pleasant....that you could see Nikki was her mother's 
daughter! They were ravishing. From the waist down dressed almost as twins, 
with the smallest and tightest of white thongs. Beach sandals, long, long sun-
tanned legs taking the eye up to those scandalously tight thongs which hugged 
the bottom slit and crotches. As we chatted, I could hardly take my eyes off the 
plump mounds, imagining I could see the outline of the slit. Bare midriffs, flat 
and sun-tanned tummies, a short blue denim blouse and a tight white cotton 
top. Swelling tits pushed out, leaving a gap up which a hand could wander...to 
paradise I thought. Lovely faces, the blonde tanned golden, to match the 
golden hair which flowed like a wave about her shoulders as she moved and 
laughed. Marie-Claude too had fine hair that hung loose nearly to her waist, 
and a tanned mediterranean olive complexion. Two little crackers. They ran 
off giggling, and looking over their shoulders. I could see they knew the effect 
the motion of their bottoms was having on all the men around the pool, me 
included. A tinkle of girlish laughter and they were away....I was suddenly 
convinced they were laughing about or at me.

Joe commented, 'Those two are going to break men's hearts some day. And 
they're only fourteeen, not quite fifteen even! Must go! See you about!'

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About half an hour later I let myself into my hotel room.

 As I closed the door behind me I was mugged....by two naughty little girls. 
Stark naked, Nikki and Marie-Claude jumped on me, busy fingers undoing 
buttons, tie, laces, tearing my jacket and shirt off me, pulling down my 
trousers and shorts, pulling off socks. In a trice, despite my protests, they had 
me naked too, and started to caress, fondle, rub their bodies against mine. 
'Stop! You're too young for this. Stop! You ought to know better. What would 
your parents say?' It was no good, and as my prick hardened so my resolve 
softened.

Nikki led me to the bed...her hand round my cock like a joy-stick. we lay 
down, and I started to explore her body too. I kissed her young breasts: at her 
tender age the nipples were small and rosy, but the tits themselves were 
cconical and firm, pliable to my squeezing fingers. She liked this game, and as 
her nipples hardened under my cupped hands, she rubbed her little twat against 
my thigh. I could feel it moist as she squirmed against me. My hands went to 
her bottom cheeks and again touched the firm , young flesh. I was lost, now, in 
a sexual reverie. Young, tender flesh...a hot and panting girl! She was tanned 
all over to a golden glow, breasts as well, with no white triangle on her 
bottom, or above the line of her pubic fluff. On her mound was the lightest 
fluff of fine golden hair, and her cunt lips were still as naked as a babe's.

I seated her on top of me, facing my feet, and moved up so she was sitting on 
my face. I explored her plump, little lips with my tongue, her clit, and into her 
vagina. She was moist with desire, and I licked up the young girl's juices as 
she squirmed above me, pressing her clit against my face and rubbing herself 
up and down, murmuring salacious words. I parted the arse cheeks, again 
marvelling at the firm roundness of her butt, and saw the secret rose of her 
anus. I dared to kiss it gently, and she squeaked in surprise, but still bore down 
harder on me. I penetrated her with the tip of my tongue. I could feel the silky 
skin of her inner thighs and inside the crack of her bottom. When I returned to 
her slit, she was lubricating even more, and moaning gently as she rubbed. She 
leaned down, and, joy of joy, she took my hard cock in her mouth, sucking, 
and drawing it in and out of her mouth.

What was Marie-Claude doing? I could just see her in a wall mirror, laying 
back, watching the display and rubbing her naked clit with a busy index finger. 
The other hand was touching up first one nipple and then the other, and from 
time to time giving one or the other of her breasts a squeeze. My eyes caught 
hers in the mirror. She giggled and with both hands held her cunt wide open 
for me to see. 'Come over here, you naughty girl.'

She joined us and sat on the bed. As I lay back sucking the lovely cunt, she 
took my hand and placed it on her own bosom. As firm and rounded as 
Nikki's, her breast was if anything more jutting out, more conical, yes, 
rounded and conical with puffy, brown nipples. I squeezed and felt. She then 
got on the bed alongside us, caressed Nikki and then squatted till she was 
sitting just above my prick. Nikki still rubbed her hot young cunt on me, 
seeking out my tongue and nose to stimulate her clit. Marie-Claude reached 
forward and fondled Nikki's tits. The cunt dribbled love-oils onto my lips and 
chin. Her young friend was rubbing her slit on my hard cock, and kissing her 
girlfriend on the lips. Spicy. Salty. Very, very arousing. My cock was taut and 
incredibly hard.

Marie-Claude now rose, took my cock, placed it at her cunt lips, and lowered 
herself onto it. 

The warmth of her tight vagina engulfed me. Shock! Horror! This girl was 
fourteen, and though I knew she was a randy little piece and obviously 
experienced, what would a court say? Too late now; and in any case, this was 
Spain, not the UK. They probably shag little girls earlier within the law here. 
In any case I couldn't have stopped, as she bounced up and down on my cock, 
and Nikki rubbed against my face. The two girls came together, and me within 
a second.

The two girls laughed, jumped up from the bed, dressed in their thongs and 
tops(I had been right....no undies at all), in thirty seconds, and left. Hardly a 
word had been spoken. I lay there and worried. But still excited. In fact, about 
ten minutes later, I had to wank myself off, remebering the sharp, firm tits and 
shapely athletic little bottoms.

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Next day I didn't go out of my way to find the Northcotes, having fucked their 
pretty little girl, and I didn't see them at all. At about six in the afternoon I 
went to my room to hear the Saturday scores on World Service. I was laying 
on the bed naked in the heat when the door opened. It was Nikki in a lovely 
bikini. She stood for a moment knowing how sexy she looked with the deep 
tanned flesh crammed into the tiny bra and pants.

'It's not fair. You fucked Marie-Claude, but not me. Now I want you to fuck 
me good. ' And she came over, to take my cock in her mouth. I was hard in an 
instant and sought to take off her bikini top.

'No. Your a very bad man. You mustn't do that.' I'm a young girl. You 
mustn't play with a young girl's tits, not an old man like you.' And she pushed 
my hands away. So I started on her even tighter trunks. 'No. That's not good. 
You shouldn't take my panties down. My mother warned me about men like 
you, who just want to muck about with my clitty. You mustn't.' Again she 
pushed me away.

I thought I understood her game. She was teasing me. Like many women older 
and wiser than her she wanted to pretend to be forced. So I said sternly, 'Take 
off your bra, then, or I'll have to smack you.' She pouted, theatrically, but took 
it off. 'And now your pretty panties.' Again the pout. Again compliance.

'Now , Nikki, lie down beside me, so I can play with your clitty. Like your 
mother says no!.' And she did. And I did. I had her suck my cock too for a bit, 
and finished up shagging her missionary style. All very satisfying to both of 
us. Again, as soon as she came, she went.

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It was about five on Sunday afternoon that a small parcel was delivered to me. 
It was a video tape , with a type-written slip. 'Play this when no-one else is 
present.' I had a player in the room and put it on.

'Oh my God!' It was a video of me shagging two under-aged girls. Worse, it 
had been edited to make them seem unwilling, and as if I took all the 
initiatives. The stuff by Nikki about her 'mother' and her 'clitty' took an a 
whole different meaning. I went hot and cold in terror.

It was just a matter of waiting for a blackmail call, obviously. God , what a 
fool I'd been. Why should I expect two teenagers, so lovely, to throw 
themselves at me. I must seem old to them. Old fool. I had heard of honey-
traps and this was a corker! Yet, looking at the tape again, I needed to wank. 
And did, making it last as I played and re-played the tape. Finally I allowed 
myself to come, spunk splashing onto the ceiling I was so aroused.

The call came at seven. 'Mrs Northcote was very angry when I showed her the 
tape, but I don't think she'll do anything silly.'

'How much do you want?'

'Oh no, John Williams. I'm a very rich man. I don't want money. I want your 
total loyalty and compliance. Remember from now on it's only at the whim of 
my wife and me that you aren't doing life for rape of two...two!...minors. The 
other prisoners don't like child molesters....I expect you'd soon learn the 
meaning of pain...but perhaps you like it in the arse. A handsome guy like you 
would certainly be raped back, over and over again! On the other hand, power 
is enough for me, and you won't find I'm an unreasonable man. First, bring 
your lovely wife to dinner at Arkham next Saturday. A formal card will arrive 
during the week, giving directions.'

'But I don't understand....'

'You will, John Williams. You will!'

                    
                                            Chapter Two : The Manor

Josie was excited by the new contacts and the evening out at The Manor. I got 
her to hire me a good dj and told her to buy a completely new outfit....the 
works. 'Make sure the lingerie is sexy. I want to get something out of it 
myself, ' I joked. Little did I know.....

Dinner was very civilised. Beautiful, clever women, handsome, successful 
men, good food and drink, amusing talk. People were very friendly and 
encouraging to Josie and me, and the evening sped by. In those days people 
still smoked and as we lit our cigars Joe said, 'Josie, please excuse us. I want 
to borrow your husband a few minutes to talk business. Try that fruit cordial...I 
really recommend it. We discovered it out east some years ago.'

We left the table and he led me to a library. 'John, I've got the finest collection 
of pornograhic literature and art in the country. He took down a volume. 'Look 
at the quality of the work here.' It was a portfolio of pen drawings of sexual 
acts, many and various, between adults and pubescent children. 'Takes you 
back a bit I expect?' he  said teasingly. 'No, I don't mean just to last week. I 
mean to twenty years ago when we all had teenage girls to play with. Lovely 
young tits and bottoms. And all we wanted then was a grown, mature woman 
to fuck. Odd isn't it. We all lust after teenage boys and girls when we're 
middle-aged and have mature adults all the time.'

We sat on a couch. 'This is the family album. ' Inside were , one to a page, 
blow-ups of Joe and Hellen indulging in a variety of acts with all sorts of men 
and women. I recognised some of the guests. Well, I thought, I wouldn't say 
no to joining in a jolly orgy; but there was no way Josie would. She is a one-
man woman, has been faithful all her life I think, a good Catholic, and to be 
honest a bit prudish. No oral or anal, and certainly no gay, lez or group!

I stopped flicking through at a page showing the naked Hellen licking the cock 
of a lovely trannie. Her breasts were covered by her evening dress, but under 
the velvet the cleavage looked every bit as.firm as I guessed when I ogled them 
at the pool. But they were no lovelier than her temporary partner's. 'That looks 
like fun,' I said.

'Ah. You like transsexuals, do you John? Well. So does Hellen. And so do I. 
Did you notice the quiet blonde at the other end of the table?'

'The one with the spectacular cleavage and the mini-length gown? You're not 
telling me she's...?'

'Yes, one of my favourites. You could have her, you know.'

I digested this silently. 'You know , my wife, Josie, would never do any of the 
things in these photos. So I'm afraid it's not really on for me.'

'That would be a great pity as it's pecisely because some of our group wanted 
to have Josie that you've been invited tonight. You're a handsome enough 
man...but your wife is truly beautiful. Just the petite , dark looks that we enjoy! 
I wonder if you appreciate what a glorious sex partner she could be if her 
inhibitions were removed. We're good at liberating people from their 
inhibitions here, and you could well be surprised. Just in case you're one of 
those jealous men I arranged the insurance policy of the two girls...your 
seduction of two minors. But I don't think you'll kick up a fuss. And I'm sure 
in a few hours Josie is going to be as keen as any woman in that circle...and 
they're all nymphomaniacs!'

'For many of my friends...reprobates all of them...including my over-sexed 
wife....the seduction of a truly religious woman gives an extra savour to their 
fun. A couple of them went to your Church and reported back she was not only 
way the most beautiful woman in the congregation, but also most devoted to 
her faith. We've all been on tenterhooks ever since. I see you've got a cock-
stand.' He brushed his hand over my flies and laughed. 'Shall we eavesdrop on 
them?'
A bleeper went off. 'Oh good. On time.' He pulled apart the heavy velvet 
drapes over one wall to reveal a room beyond behind glass. Naked or near-
naked men and women were filing, happy, into it. 'They can't see or hear us. 
We can see and hear them.' He chuckled.

Wait. Being led fully-dressed was Josie. She had a vacant look in her eyes...but 
also a strange, sensual glint. Was she drugged?

'Nothing too severe, John. Just a drop or two of a cordial to make her a bit 
woozy and start to remove inhibitions. It'll also inflame her cunt for her.'

Hellen was in charge, and I didn't like the look of the gear she had changed 
into. Gone the sexy evening dress. Instead shiny, black, very high heels, black 
glossy stockings and a black leather suspender belt studded with steel .A 
matching cache-sex. I'm not sure you could really call it a bra, as it hid nothing 
of her breasts, but it too was of studded leather. A studded leather collar and 
studded wristlets. As she walked, her codpiece moved, and I could see her cunt 
lips had been pierced for steel studs as well. A black leather tawse hung from 
her waist and she carried a black leather whip made of leather thongs braided 
together. Altogether this looked like bad news for poor Josie. But what could I 
do but go along with it? And in any case, my cock was demanding I watch.

Hellen waved most of the crowd back with her lash, and they retreated in twos 
and threes to couches, mattresses and cushions around the walls. All had a 
clear view of Josie in the centre. One of the two males Hellen had kept by her 
started to undo the hooks at the back of Josie's silk frock. As it fell to the floor 
he lifted her feet over , lingering with his hand on her ankle. He took it away 
and draped it carefully over a chairback. More respect for clothes than flesh, I 
thought.

Josie looked beautiful in her new lingerie. It was a matching set of tiny, satin 
bra, suspender-belt and panties. The satin was a shiny purple, and the smallest 
and tightest cut hid very little of her tanned, brown flesh. She had never looked 
better, I thought, as she peeped shyly, a bit lost perhaps, at the lecherers 
watching her. The set was trimmed in black, as were the suspender straps, 
matching her glossy stockings. You could see the outline of her cunt, and her 
nipples, standing. The stylish stilettos accentuated the jut of her bottom. A 
really luscious little body, in perfect proportion, and the firmness and glow of 
good health.

Suddenly Josie seemed to realise what was happening. Josie , so timid that it 
was with difficulty that I, her husband, could persuade her to let me look at her 
inher undies, let alone nude. And here she was , a spectacle to inflame the lusts 
of four men and six women. Tears of shame suddenly welled up in her eyes. 
'Please, Mrs Northcote, please, no. Please, Hellen, please, no. I'm so 
ashamed....'

'You have nothing to be ashamed of , my dear. You've got a very lovely body, 
and your taste in lingerie is impeccable, at least for an occasion like this. ' She 
touched the tip of her nipples with her whip. 'You have really delightful 
breasts, and we will all enjoy them.' This was the cue for a male helper to 
unclasp the bra, at the back, and remove it. There were gasps of admiration 
from the spectators as her perfectly formed tits were uncovered. Of course, I 
know they are thirty six inches and c-cup, but they seemed smaller because 
they are so firm and taut, standing proud, defying gravity with their rounded 
shape and elongated nipples.

The same man pulled her panties down exposing her cunt. Possibly this was 
only the second, third, fourth, fifth etc person after me to have seen this 
delightful mound.

Poor, poor Josie. I protested to Joe. 'This is too bad. Look how the poor girl is 
suffering. She's a god-fearing Catholic. and this is terrible for her....'

'Don't forget your position! In any case, wait and see whether after everything 
you aren't both grateful. Many of those in the room have gone the same route.'

Josie was weeping bitter tears, running down her face and over her naked 
breasts. She knelt and begged Hellen to spare her further humiliation. Hellen 
laughed and had her wrists tied, Then, summoning a powerful negro from 
among the spectators (ambassador for some french-african state or other), she 
had Josie s wrists passed over his head, and Josie was hoisted, her belly and 
tits against the black's broad back. Her legs were then passed round his thighs 
and tied at the front. He was to be her whipping frame! And doubtless would 
enjoy the feel of her tits against him as she writhed in agony.

Hellen began to lash her arse and back. The tears flowed, and the screams and 
pleas for mercy. But the whipping continued. Josie was indeed in a difficulty. 
In order to minimise each lash she had to press her body harder against this 
handsome negro. She chose immodesty rather than pain for the most part. I 
watched through the glass as her legs and bottom writhed as if in orgasm. My 
cock was standing if anything even firmer now! As she wriggled to avoid the 
lash her cunt lips, and secret bottom mouth, were open to the view of her 
fellow guests.

Finally she was let free and her wrists untied. she was in a state of shock and 
sobbing quietly. Hellen put her arms around her and whispered in her ear. A 
glass was put to her lips and she drank. The effect was immediate: she seemed 
to lose her woes. As she stood, the two males removed her slippers, and rolled 
the stockings down over her shapely legs. The belt was unclasped, and joined 
her other undies on a chair.

Later, Josie told me the drink went straight to her breasts. She felt the blood 
engorge her nipples so they ached for a mouth, any mouth, on them. This is 
why she started to fondle her own tits, to the obvious pleasure of her audience. 
Two minutes later, the heat reached her cunt, and she ached for a tongue on 
her clit. And a prick. Or anything up her cunt. The juices flowed, and she 
looked round at all these beautiful naked, or near-naked people, potential 
partners.

Seeing a bench in the centre of the room, Josie went and lay down on it, 
spreadeagled and open to all comers. This was my modest, timid, suburban 
housewife! Joe clutched at my thigh: I could see he, like me, had an erection 
bulging through the black trousers. If Josie wanted one or more of the well-
hung and stiff men surrounding her, she was going to be disappointed. Hellen 
pulled her up the bench so her head hung over the padded edge. A tall, slim 
negress started to suck expertly at Josie's cunt; Josie had never let me suck her 
off...let alone a beautiful black girl!.

'God! I thought. I'd love to have her suck me! I imagined her long, ebony legs 
and her hard little pert black bottom stripped of her yellow nylon panties , all 
she had on. I could have come at the lightest caress to my prick!

'Oh. Fuck me, please, fuck me. I'm on fire! Put a hard prick up me. Put 
anything up me! Mother of god. I'm. Oh Oh Oh. Shag my hot cunt.....' I had 
never heard such words, or even one of them from my little saint! Two of the 
girls sucked her nipples and fondled her breasts 
and belly, one on each side. Hellen advanced, and placed her cunt against 
Josie's face, 
 overhanging the bench. Hellen pulled apart the shaven lips of her cunt, using 
the cunt studs with which she was pierced, and pressed the wide open cunt and 
clitoris to my wife's face. I saw Josie tongue this hot offering, as the cunt and 
clit were rubbed up and down her willing face. Hellen lashed the buttocks of 
the two girls leaning over Josie's tits.

'Suck her harder, you two whores! Bite her tits till she screams!' Again and 
again the lash fell, first on one rounded buttocks, then on the lovely arse 
cheeks of the other girl, as Hellen increased her lust and pleasure, combining 
the infliction of pain on two willing sex slaves, with the taking of pleasure 
from a lovely , innocent housewife.

Josie's hips and bottom were now moving in a simulation of shagging, as she 
rubbed her clit and cunt  now against the mouth of this negress. The contrast 
between my wife's white flesh, so soft yet firm at the inside of the thighs, and 
the darker ebony of her cunt-sucker's shoulders and arms as they gripped her 
bottom,  all this was very exciting. I watched enthralled as the negress' index 
finger , lubricated with the juices that flowed over cunt, bottom and mouth, 
entered the arsehole I believed to be virgin, now totally relaxed on the edge of 
orgasm. Josie had never given me her arse, not to penetrate with prick, not to 
penetrate with finger or tongue, not to lick on the outer rim, no, not even to 
finger without going in! And here she was bouncing up and down, and forcing 
the probing finger even further up her rectum.

With me, Josie came silently. I was beginning to wonder if she came at 
all.....perhaps all these years she had been feigning orgasm? At all events, this 
was like nothing I had ever had with her in our prim and proper bedroom! She 
screamed, perhaps with the pain of her bitten tits, perhaps with the delight of 
her approaching climax...probably both. Her hands pulled her cunt lips apart, 
and her bottom bounced faster and faster, thrusting her slippery cunt against 
the nose, tongue and lips of the girl lover. Her mouth sucked and bit at the cunt 
rubbing against it. Through Hellen's she screamed as she came. 'Oh. I'm 
coming. It's lovely. Never. Never. Never......oh, fuck. fuck. fuck. Shag me. 
Fuck my arse. Oh. My tits. My tits. oh! Shit! Lovely! Ooooooooh!'

After her come the four women left her: they were more intent perhaps on 
seducing Josie than completeing their own pleasure as yet. I was beginning to 
suspect that. And Josie came to herself. The drug was wearing off, I assumed.

'What have I done? Mother of god, pardon me.' She felt her sopping cunt and 
arse, remembering the forbidden joy of anal masturbation. And she again burst 
into a torrent of tears' trying to cover her naked cunt and tits with her cupped 
hands, in shame at all these lascivious people watching her, the men with 
erections that left no doubt as to their lust for her. And, indeed, some of the 
girls who had been playing with her body had the swollen cunt-lips, almost 
open, of sexual desire.

She was a picture of misery now. I felt sorry for her, desperately sorry. Yet I 
still had a fierce erection. 'Gets you don't it?' said Joe, and he speculatively 
rubbed the shape of my hard cock through my trousers. 'Feel mine. It's the 
same,' he said, and placed my hand in his crotch. I have never thought of 
myself as gay, but it was not unpleasant, and I let my hand linger a moment 
before withdrawing it.

'Will they leave her alone now?'

'I shouldn't think so. Most of them enjoy a sobbing girl as much if not more 
than a giggling one! Let's watch.'

Josie was lying on her side, scrunched up to hide her cunt and breasts as she 
wept bitterly. This exposed her lovely bottom, still emphasised by the 
suspender belt and stockings. It was indeed a delightful sight.

And Hellen must have thought so too, because she approached the bench, and 
lashed the bottom so helpfully exposed for her favoured practise. Standing at 
full arm's length she whipped methodically up and down the naked body 
which writhed, turned over and over, and twisted to avoid the stinging flicks. 
No thought now of hiding tits or cunt, as all was revealed in her eagerness to 
avoid the lash.

Hellen was a magnificent sight: her hard little tits stood out proud, and moved 
as the arm rose and fell. Her muscles stood out on chest, biceps, buttocks and 
thighs like a female weight lifter. She cursed the woman as she slaked her lust 
for flagellation. 'Mother of God, eh?....swish....I'll give.....swish....you Mother 
of God....swish...little prude....swish....you enjoyed being sucked just now 
didn't you?....swish...and my shaven cunt on your lips....swish....now one on 
your cunt...swish....and across those lovely tits....swish....we all lust for 
you....swish...that's why you're here....swish....' Harder and faster the blows 
fell and Hellen seemed to be on the point of orgasm, when again she stopped.

By now Josie had stopped weeping, but was sobbing quietly. All four men 
came over to her, and she was shackled by wrists and ankles to the bench. One 
stood at the head, and one each side. Each side the men started to knead and 
titillate each one of her breasts, at the head one of them penetrated her mouth 
as her head hung over the edge. The large negro had first go at her cunt. 
Without further preparation, he climbed on top and entered her, starting a slow 
rhythmic movement, long, flowing strokes. Josie spluttered her protests at this 
further violation of her modesty and chastity, but these were muffled by the 
cock that filled her mouth.

'We call this Round The Clock!' smiled Joe.

'You surely don't mean....'

'Yes, as each one comes in her cunt or arse he moves round one place. Cunt, 
tit, mouth, tit, and cunt again. The women love it, and sometimes they get 
more than eight fucks in a row, and all the time their breasts and mouth are 
being stimulated...and eight probing hands all over them. Watch closely, watch 
how she reacts, your pure little woman. She really is very lovely, isn't she? 
You're lucky, you know, not only to have a body like that to play with 
whenever you want, but also because it's your passport into our charmed 
circle. My wife has lusted after her for ages, and so have one or two of her 
friends...'

Josie had stopped spluttering now, and seemed resigned to being shagged. The 
big black body continued to move up and down, slow and long, powerful 
strokes. Her brown nipples were now engorged and hard, longer than ever, 
from the massaging of her breasts by four gentle but insistent hands. The cock 
moved gently in and out of her mouth, without making her gag. And suddenly 
her hips began to move. She was responding sexually to the fucking!  I looked 
carefully. My God...the nigger was up her arse! Was he? I peered. He was. She 
was pre-orgasmic...with a huge penis up her back passage...my little wife!

'See,' said Joe. 'watch her hips and arse.' He grasped my cock through the 
cloth, as, in astonishment, I saw the sobs and protests of a few moments ago 
replaced by obvious desire. Her arse began to move more strongly, rising to 
meet the negro's downward thrust, and smacking against his belly with each 
push.

Hellen waved to a girl, who quickly and quietly unshackled my wife.

'She's clever at this, Hellen, ' said Joe. 'She often does this to new ones. By 
freeing her she removes any excuse your wife might make to herself later. She 
doesn't have to fuck now. But see how she wants it.' I found the sight 
excruciatingly sexy, and my prick was as hard as I've ever known it. As if it 
had wings! Joe laughed, and gripped it again, before unzipping my dj and 
putting his hand into my flies. 'You seem to like watching your wife having 
sex?'

'Not to mention all the other sexy people in the room....'

'And perhaps this sexy guy too?' He took my hand and put it in his open fly. 
Naked beneath, I felt his hard cock and remember thinking that like me he was 
circumcised. Nothing would ever be the same after that night, and one of the 
changes was that I found I got pleasure from handling a strong prick, while my 
tool was also gently wanked. I looked down in astonishment. Was this really 
MY hand fondling a stiff cock? I found myself wondering what it would feel 
like to take it in my mouth, or pressed up to my body.

'No coming, now. We'll find better places to put that spunk than in my hands.'

'First change, I think,' said Joe, as the negro having ceded his place to one of 
the breast men. The mouth-fucker moved to a tit, and the negro moved 
clockwise to the other tit. Amazingly, Josie's hips were still rising and 
rotating, awaiting the next fuck. I hadn't seen her come yet, but soon after this 
first change she had her first orgasm. Noise stifled by the cock in her mouth, it 
was only by the shuddering spasms that went like electric shocks through her 
body, by the flush over her face and her rolling eyes, but most of all by her 
hands which beat a tattoo on the bottom of the lucky man who was shagging 
her at this glorious moment. He controlled himself, and continued his long, 
slow sweeps.

Josie relaxed, but the four just kept on. Within two minutes, her hips were 
moving again, and this time she grasped him to her with arms and legs, pulling 
her belly and cunt against his belly, pressing her tits against his chest. This was 
not in the spirit of 'round the clock' so the fucker broke away slightly. Resting 
his weight on his elbows, and leaving a gap for the breast men to exploit. On it 
went, with Josie controlling the pace, now faster and faster as a second orgasm 
built. It came, again wracking her body with spasms, and this second was too 
much for our man, who came as well.

All change again, but this time my wife was taking the initiative. She knelt and 
waved her lovely arse at the 'foot' man, while actively sucking the proferred 
cock. In a second, the cock was in her...but whether cunt or arse, I couldn't 
see.


Josie's third. And fourth within a minute. Then a pause and a return to long, 
slow beats at her arse. I gently wanked Joe, our pricks now sticking out 
through our flies. Still watching, Josie's fifth, and another change. I saw the 
point now, as the negro now in occupancy of a tit, and next to the arse for a 
second time, was erect again. There would be no respite for our now-eager 
little housewife. Josie's sixth, and another change as the strong and heated 
movements of her buttocks and doubtless her vagina, brought the occupant off. 
And the negro started again, and Josie fucked with if anything enhanced 
vigour.

'Time for us to go in, ' said Joe. Drawing the drapes back a few more feet he 
opened a door in the corner and we were in the room with the celebrants.

The women crowded around us, and stripped us in a trice, while the fucking 
continued at the centre. 'Tie him to the frame,' commanded Hellen, and the 
five other women manhandled me to the contraption made of heavy oak, with 
steel and leather. I was a tad disconcerted, but the feel of their braests and 
thighs as they pushed and cajoled me made sure my concern did not have any 
effect on my cock. I was forced up to it, bent over, and strapped down, my legs 
stretched by iron shackles. My cock was tight up against the leather, and I was 
bent in two. My arms were now shackled, too.

Hellen laughed. 'This is a whipping frame,' she said as the first lash stung 
across my buttocks. I screamed. 'Oh, gag the slave,' commanded Hellen. The 
lashing continued. The pain became intolerable, but after a bit my cock 
became heated and if anything harder. Hellen must have noticed, and removed 
the gag, whipping me some more.

Joe was laughing. 'The bad news is it's a buggering-frame too, John...Most of 
our cocks are occupied shagging your lady-wife, but there is still mine, and 
that transexual you found so interesting. Hello! Looks as if 'round the clock' 
has come to a natural break.'

Josie got up from the bench, her male suckers and fuckers with her, arms 
lovingly round waist, feeling breasts still, supporting. She looked dazed, but 
was smiling, satisfied, happy in new-found sexuality. The come and cunt juice 
of many orgasms ran down her naked thighs and onto her legs.

'You know, my dear,' said Joe to my wife, 'This husband of yours watched 
without protest while you were whipped and abused. he watched you shagged 
by four men, twice each and then some. He did not protest, but got a hard 
cock, and played with my cock. Would you like to whip him?'

'Oh, yes! I'll whip the bastard. And I'll whip him for all the years he's not 
given me the sex I've just experienced.'

'Dominatrix gear.' He helped her into the black leather basque and boots. I 
could hear her giggle as his fingers wandered over her.

 And , taking the lash, she laid in. The first stinging blow from the tawse was 
to my bottom., and she worked her way up inch by inch to my shoulders. She 
paused for a moment and pressed her tits against my back, her cunt hair 
tickling my inflamed bottom cheeks. She whispered in my ear, 'Darling we 
should have done this years ago. I loved being fucked and sucked. Secretly 
I've wanted so much to play with a pretty girl's breasts and cunt, and now I 
have...and can. And now I'll whip you some more.' And she worked her way 
down over my back and to my buttocks again.

'No, Josie, no.' But no good, and I could see she was enjoing it.

'Now, would you like me to bugger him?'

'Yes, give it to him hard and cruel!'

Tony stood in front of me so I could see him greasing up his large tool. I was 
frightened of that ten inch, broad monster. 'Tony, I've never had it before. I 
can't take one that size up me. No! Not me. Please.' I was desperate, but Tony 
just disappeared behind me.

I felt him caress my bottom. 'You're lucky we haven't knickered you. I prefer 
to fuck an arse in satin panties. And perhaps you'd like that too?' He felt under 
me, to my hard, hot cock, and laughed. I felt his knob rubbed up and down 
once in my cleavage, locating exactly the arsehole. A moment of pressure on 
the rim (this was pleasantly exciting) and then the sharp pain as he pushed it 
in, and in, and inexorably in. I screamed. 'Noooooo!'

He rested a moment, his tool up me to the very hilt, his pubic hair tickling my 
bottom which was accomodating itself to the invasion. Then, slowly he began 
to move in and out. Surprisingly the pain went. Josie moved round to the front, 
and stood there where I could see her finger rubbing her clit as she watched 
her husband's virgin bum-hole being raped. She smiled with pleasure! I found 
myself enjoying this new vision of my wife, the girl replaced by a sexual 
woman, the saint by a whore. How lovely she was, tits standing, high heels 
accentuating the jut of her rounded, pert arse, her fingers wanking as her 
husband was being buggered. A bottle was shoved under my nose, and I felt a 
rush, a woosiness, and a relaxation throughout my body.

Tony began to move faster and harder, his thighs smacking on my bottom, his 
bollocks flipping against me. Strangely for me, I began to feel a pleasure in my 
rectum, and my prick hardened against the soft leather of the buggering frame. 
Involuntarily my bottom started to move to meet and maximise his  thrusts.

Josie cried out, 'Look! He's enjoying it. He is loving being fucked in the arse.' 
And, like her before me, I was unshackled, though still bent over the frame.

'More!' I shouted. 'Harder. Faster! Shove it deeper! Christ this is good!' I was 
sure I'd come with this new feeling in my arse, and the sensation of total 
submission as a feminine sex-object. But Tony came first, and I felt the hot 
rush of it inside me. One spurt. Two. Three. Four. Now he moved his prick 
gently in and out, savouring the last of his orgasm, his prick feeling loose in 
my arse, lubricated by his come that started to dribble down over my balls and 
onto my legs.

I hadn't come, but felt a great well-being. I also now knew that if a male could 
shag me for long enough , or perhaps two males in succession, they could 
bum-fuck me to orgasm. My sexuality had taken a huge extension.

Tony put his arm around me. 'That was great, and now a reward. I know you 
want this pretty young thing, so here she is. She'll tell you what she likes!So 
here she is. She'll tell you what she likes.'

The lovely blonde came over. Petite, really. Very beautiful with her shoulder-
length , wavy, honey-blonde hair. White triangles of bikini marks on her 
ample, firm breasts, with dark brown areoles. Sun tan. Her breasts accentuated 
by the hard, hand-span waist. Hips slim, not those of a completely mature 
woman, more of a teenage girl, despite her sultry looks. Her legs, too , were 
those of a leggy girl rather than a woman, long and slim, and rising to a hard 
but rounded little bottom. She was wearing blue high heels, which slimmed 
her ankles and flattened her belly. Matching shiny stockings, to mid-thigh, and 
contrasting with the tanned flesh of her thighs. A blue lacy bra, slipped down 
off her shoulder, revealing her breasts, and a matching lacy suspender belt and 
panties. As she came over, she pulled down these panties and kicked them 
away. And , yes! She had a lovely prick, about nine inches long, and already 
awakened, presumably by my buggering. It was crowned with a glorious knob, 
the colour of her nipples. My prick continued to stand. Her cock waved , as if 
in greeting, as she approached me.

She whispered in my ear. 'Suck me off, you lovely man.' We lay on a pile of 
cushions, close by two girls who were enjoying each others' bodies in a 
delicate sixtynine. She lay on her back and opened her legs; I took the knob in 
my mouth, gently holding the base of the stem with my hand. The other hand 
reached up over her flat, firm belly and felt a wondrously firm, round bosom. 
Removing my hand from her cock, I pushed it beneath her bottom and grasped 
a handful of young flesh as I took the whole length of the cock into my mouth. 
This was the first time I'd ever sucked a cock, but I knew instinctively how to. 
It was exciting! My prick continued to stand, pressed into the satin cushion.

She groaned with desire as I played with her balls, biting gently the scrotum, 
and pulling at it with my teeth. She was completely passive as I sucked at her, 
her body scarcely moving at all under my caressing hands that wandered all 
over it, learning the contours and textures of her flesh, enjoying the contrast 
between soft, warm, tanned thighs and the hard, glossy feel of her nylon-clad 
legs, pressing her slim hips and rounded arse, her full, hard tits, and tiny, erect 
nipples.

In earnest now I moved my mouth faster  and faster on her prick, one hand 
fondling her lightly-haired balls and the other moving up and down the shaft of 
the prick, preceding and following my lips. Without warning she came. I felt 
the first spurt into my mouth which was soon filled with her come. So much, it 
dribbled out over my lips and onto the cock. I loved it. Amazingly, I found I 
needed to swallow every drop, and I licked her cock to get it all, making sure 
the very last drop on the end of the knob was mine as well.

'Now me,' I said, and put my finger tip in her anus.

'Oh, no! I'm afraid not,' said Tony.

'Oh Tony. Let me have him fuck me. Please. Pretty please.' The lovely tv 
implored him, but to no avail.

'No. It seems his wife, Josie, is still a virgin here, 'he said, and the hand he had 
round Josie's waist moved down and rested in the cleft of her bottom. 'You 
won't believe it, but she has never had a cock, or anything else, except I 
noticed the lovely Leila's finger in her bottom.We can't let that  go on a 
moment longer, and she really must learn what else she's been missing all 
these years. And it's right that her husband should have her virginity, whoever 
else later enjoys that lovely little rose. He's been so generous in lending her to 
us!'

Presumably either I had been wrong in imagining the negro had buggered her. 
Or perhaps Tony had not seen this. At all events I kept my counsel, and looked 
forward to having that hole I'd so often lusted after.

And Josie lay down beside me. A jar of cold cream was produced and I 
tenderly annointed first the rim of her arsehole and then, first with one finger , 
then two, then three, annointed the sphincter and loosened her hole for 
shagging. The gentle approach had relaxed her arsehole, and she felt no pain 
with the masturbation. So I greased my cock and lay beside her. Gently and 
tenderly, as any bridegroom taking his virgin bride, I entered her rectum with 
my cock, entering right to the hilt. With several admiring spectators I fucked 
my wife for the first time in the passage that had been forbidded me, by her 
and her church, for so long. She sighed. 

'No faking, Josie, promise me no more faking. If you don't come, don't fake 
it.'

'No, darling. No more faking, I promise.' And her bottom began to move 
against mine. Leila, the negress, lay beside her and fondled her cunt. 'No, 
Leila, not yet. I want to enjoy this fuck with him, alone. Lay beside me and let 
me look at your tits. later, we'll have some fun.'

I moved gently in and out, taking my rhythm from the movements of Josie's 
bottom as she met my thrusts. She moved faster and I felt her excitement 
rising. I was having difficulty holding it when she cried, 'Now!.' And gave 
several strong pushes at me. I came and she sighed, content. 'That was lovely, 
darling. Thankyou.' Loving, she kissed me, hugging me tight. 'It was a little 
come, but a lovely little come.' I looked forward to nights of bliss, enjoying 
oral and anal sex with my born-again partner.

The orgy was mostly over, though a few couples still had some energy (ie 
spunk) left for last minute exercises. As we dressed again, Josie said to me, 
'I've had a chat with Leila....she's the lovely negress. I told her you'll be away 
in Las Palmas for two weeks from Monday. She'd like to come with you...it's 
ok. Aristide will pay for everything...And Aristide would like me to come and 
stay a fortnight with him at the Embassy. We could all meet up again in 
London in two weeks for a double date. What do you think?'

The next chapter will tell of my two weeks of paradise with the lovely 
Leila...And what Josie did in London.

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                                             Chapter Three : Leila

In fact we couldn't wait till Monday, and we all met at Heathrow Sunday 
evening. Aristide and I changed partners and shook hands. I had a momentary 
pang when I saw his great, black paw pass round my wife's waist, but then I 
saw the dazzlingly beautiful Leila and thought, what the hell! 'Bye, bye. Ciao. 
Have a good time. Etc etc.' and without more ceremony we went our ways.

And I was proud of the girl who slipped her arm through mine as we walked 
through the concourse. She'd taken her fur coat off, and looked a million 
dollars in her gold satin Versace dress.  She wore her hair long (later I found it 
was a wig over tight-braided, very sexy Afro hair. Her face slim, 
elegant....silky ebony skin...not much hidden by her cheeky robe. Long, fine 
legs revealed more than hidden, high heels...the confidence and bearing of a 
princess. As we walked across the marble hall, the crowds parted for us, men 
stopped, mouths gaping, bumping into things. I glowed as heads turned in lust 
and envy. 

No mile high club to report, but plenty of minor caresses during the journey, 
appetisers for the main course to come. We didn't eat on the plane, not to spoil 
the evening. My cock was in a state of tension. I felt sorry for the sweating 
businesman seated alongside us...you could see his sexual tension too.

We showered separately  and I put on a Noel coward robe. Leila emerged in a 
black seethrough negligee and lingerie. Dinner was brought in by leering 
waiters...very light. Oysters, followed by souffle and fruit. Good wine. We 
talked of Africa, London, her work (at the Embassy) my work (but not much!) 
And then we made love.

Leila is good at sex. She has the body for it. Athletic, long, and lithe. Her flesh 
is hard with muscle tone, without being in the slightest muscular. Long, slim 
legs, and a small, jutting, rounded bum, as hard as mine, and I weight train! 
Tiny waist and flat, firm tummy, small breasts, but firm and standing out 
proudly from her chest. Black aureoles and long, hard nipples; tits and nipples 
to poke the eye of a careless lover! Very little body hair: a few tight little curls 
in the armpits, and a similar amount on the mound. None in the arse, and only 
the lightest on her cunt lips.
                                                                                
This description can give no idea of the litheness and joyful abandon with 
which she could use her lovely body. She was my first black girl (face it, 
hitherto I'd had few girls of any sort apart from my wife), and I thought 
perhaps all were like this. I now know Leila was a jewel, with a gift for sex.

The moment came. She threw off the negligee and started to dance for me, 
with all the sensuality of West Africa. I watched as her breasts moved, and her 
hips ground, in a conventional but very exciting strip tease. As her legs high-
kicked, she revealed the cuntlips and the pinkness within . I was hard, and 
threw off my robe, joining her in an upright embrace. We hugged, and I could 
feel her tits pressing in against me, her belly squirming against mine, exciting 
further my cock. There on the carpet she rode me, moving up and down and 
round at the same time on my cock. Her tight, hot cunt milked my cock...never 
have I felt such a grip in a woman's cunt. It was a quick, desperate fuck, both 
of us driven by a lust that demanded immediate gratification. We came 
together, and she collapsed on top of me. 

'Tonight we suck. Tomorrow I go hunting and see what I can catch for you 
next night,' she said in her sexy French-African accent. We sucked, until we 
slept face to bum, me using her lovely arse as a pillow.

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Next evening I let myself into the room without knocking. There was a flurry 
on the bed.

'Ciel. Mon mari.My 'usband!' A naked blonde lad leapt from the bed, his cock 
stiff and still wet from Leila's cunt.

'Peace, you two. Let me get a drink and think about this.' I got my whisky and 
walked over to the lad, sitting miserably on the bed. Unseen by him I winked 
at my black girl. 'Well! At least you've chosen a clean-looking and handsome 
one this time. What's your name, blonde godling?' I sat beside him and put a 
hand on his thigh, covered in fine, blonde fuzz.

'Sven. I'm Swedish.'

'Well, Sven who's Swedish, why don't you put your cock back where it was. 
Don't let poor Leila's cunt get cold....not that there's much danger of that. I'll 
join you in your frolics. We'll see what develops.'
                  
I stripped and lay down beside Leila , who Sven was humping missionary-
style. He had a nice small, firm arse, and as he humped the muscles moved 
under the skin. I couldn't resist feeling them with the palms of both hands; 
then sliding my hands towards the cleavage, I separated his arse cheeks, and 
exposed his anus, with its golden fluff. Lovely! I ran one hand from the waist 
down the crack, over the anus, and down to his balls.

 I grasped these, and pulled him back, away from Leila, shifted my grasp to his 
cock, and held it tight as I buried my face between his cheeks, tongueing his 
rim. I could feel his cock twitching as my tongue penetrated and I worked it in 
and out , and round and round.

Leila protested at being left hanging, so I tipped the two of them on their sides, 
Leila's bum towards me. I pressed my face against her lovely brown-black 
bottom this time, and pushed my tongue into the firm flesh. My arms around 
both bodies, and my hands on the arse cheeks of the Swedish boy.

I tipped them over yet again , so Leila was on top, and got her to shag him, 
kneeling over him. He pressed her tits and squeezed them. 'You're a lucky 
young lad! Those are very fine tits you're touching there. Feel their texture, 
their young and firm roundness. 'I got up behind Leila, kneeling so her arse 
was against my knob. 'Stop a minute! ' And I forced my cock in on top of the 
blonde boy's inside her cunt. It was tight, but I finally got it in. Leila was 
moaning and writhing, her cunt completely filled, stretched by two pricks. I 
stayed still while Leila and Sven moved. It was a joy for me to feel the boy's 
cock rubbing against mine and the contractions of the well-filled vagina.

Of course, Leila couldn't stand this stimulation for long, and she came with a 
shuddering orgasm, not noisy, but sort of squeaking words in her own, sing-
song language. I felt a need to move my cock about, so I slipped it from her 
cunt and straight up into her anus. I was hyper-excited, chiefly by the prospect 
of having this blonde god..... Sven and I came together, with the contractions 
in her cunt and anus, and the excitement of her orgasm. Her cunt and arse were 
swimming in cum. My cock popped out first, expelled by a fierce contraction 
of her anus, and then Sven's. I lit a cigar as we rested.

'Well, Sven. I expect as a young Swedish boy, you can come more than once. 
In my case , I'll need some time to recover, but let's see how you perform.' 
And I moved down the bed and took his limp, pussy-tasting cock in my mouth. 
I sucked it in and soon felt it harden in me. This was a new feeling and totally 
delightful; I sucked harder and faster until it was fully erect. My first 
uncircumcised cock. I studied how the skin moved up and down differently.

I was beginning to think I could make a big thing of this cock-sucking game, 
and loving the feel of the warm, loose skin over the steely muscle of his 
erection, when Leila knelt close to Sven, and spread her arse cheeks to his 
view. 'Would you like to have this black girl's bottom now? Have you 
imagined what it would be like to get your prick in the tight little arse of a 
young black girl?' In reply, Sven grabbed for her arse, but my mouth hung on 
to his stiff cock, and laughing, Leila bounced back, out of his reach.

'Ah, but  before you have me again, you must make my 'usband stiff. Suck  
'im till 'e is stiff.'

'No, Leila. I don't do that gay stuff.'

'No cock suck, no bum fuck!' It sounded very sexy in her french accent. Again 
she spread her arse cheeks, uncovering the hidden hole to his view. 'Feel my 
bottom, how nice it is, ' And he did.

Poor Sven! He so wanted to shag that hard, little arse, but had never 
contemplated sucking a cock with anything but a guilty excitement. Mostly 
guilty! In the end, his lust for buggering my Leila prevailed, and he took me in 
his mouth, lying with me in a classic sixty-nine position. But he just kept the 
limp thing in his mouth, no action. Leila poked him in the ribs. 'No good. 
Must make stiff. Move your mouth.' And Sven started to move his mouth so 
the cock slipped in and out in the approved manner. I was getting a bit stiff, 
and noticed the blonde lad putting more into it now. He grasped my legs, and, 
on top of him, I grasped his bum. He pulled me down into him, swallowing 
most of my shaft. He shagged me with his mouth, while I amused myself. by 
fucking his arse with my tongue. I was excited by the knowledge that here 
under our tuition we had made another bi-sexual to grace the sexual world. I 
could feel his cock, really hard, against my chest as I rimmed him. He would 
never stop now, as his excitement rose, and the speed of his gobbling, and the 
wriggling of his torso against me.

'That's enough,' said Leila. 'Now, Sven, prepare my bum for your cock. 
Loosen it with your tongue, and moisten it too.' Sven buried his face between 
the ebony bottom-cheeks. His tongue licked round the rim and titillated the 
outer skin; then he penetrated, as I had him, and moved his pointed tongue in 
and out.

Leila moved a trifle and sat her cunt on my cock, resting with it fully in. She 
then bent forward. 'Bum fuck me, you beautiful Swede!' Sven pushed and was 
in first time to his hilt. Here was my lovely negress double-plugged. I scarcely 
moved in and out, but made sure her clit was pressed and rubbed as the boy 
took his pleasure, banging against her buttocks with his golden thighs.

Leila came very quickly, but the Swede was intent on prolonging his own 
pleasure. I had hardly moved, but my erection was strong. The action fully 
realised my bisexual desires. I pulled my cock out, and rolled from under, 
pushing them on their side. I then crushed my body against Sven's golden-
tanned, muscular back. My cock was probing for his anus as he shagged on. I 
found the spot and shoved, penetrating an inch, just beyond my knob, before 
he protested and tightened his arsehole.

'Not in my arse! No! I'm not taking it there!'

'You silly boy! I have your massive prick up my delicate bottom hole, and you 
won't take my 'usband's ordinary little prick up your strong swedish bottom!' 
She laughed out loud.

'And even more to the point, you are bum-fucking my woman. I will bum fuck 
you in return!' So I shoved it in the whole way and moved it round and round 
while keeping it inserted. Then, as Sven renewed his fucking movements, I 
started to shag his virgin arse.

As ever, pain was soon replaced first by a neutral feeling, and then by pleasure. 
My first act of passive buggery on the end of Joe's prick had been the same. 
Soon Sven was paying more attention to my prick than to the lovely female 
arsehole he was in. He came in Leila's arse without provoking an orgasm this 
time, but went on shoving back onto my cock, panting with excited pleasure. I, 
too, came.

'I didn't know it was so good, he said. Will you do me again?'

'I've been fucking for a fortnight, including this demanding beauty...and I 
think that's my ration for today. But if you want someone to shag your arse a 
beautiful youth like you should have no trouble. Get dressed and we'll show 
you what to do.'

It was just dark when we left the hotel, and the street life of this holiday town 
was in full fling. We led Sven to the street where most of the gay cruising took 
place.

Take off your t-shirt, undo the top button of your denims, and wedge the shirt 
in your waistband. There...that shows off your pecs and the hard tummy! Now 
off you go. Walk slowly up the street as if looking in windows. If you pass a 
boy you fancy just stop and look in the window. If he fancies you too he'll 
stand beside you, and one of you will start to talk. Make sure he knows you 
want to be 'bottom'. Good hunting, and thanks for the sex....'

Leila watched as he sauntered along, got into converstaion with a tough 
looking guy, probably a soldier out of uniform, and they went off together, his 
arm around his pick-up's waist, his pick-up fondling that bottom which now 
lusted for a male organ.

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After work the next afternoon I was passing the pool when Leila called me 
over. She was dazzling in a really tiny white bikini. She managed to appear 
more naked in her bikini top than several other girls topless. The nipples 
showed through the flimsy bra-top, but it was the bikini bottom that was 
turning men's heads and nearly hypnotised me, well though I knew her bottom 
by now. At the back it was no more than a string which ran down her buttocks 
cleavage just covering her anus: at the front it was cut high up the legs and the 
flimsy little triangle of fabric just covered her mound and cunt lips, but was so 
thin or tight the full outline of her cunt was   visible. More, the cloth was a 
dazzling white satin, in glorious contrast with her soft, black skin.
                                                                   

When I could tear my eyes away from this sight, I realised I was being 
introduced to a couple Leila had 'hunted'. to use her expression. Deirde and 
Patrick were Irish, and apparantly on their honeymoon! Patrick seemed an 
ordinary sort of chap, medium height, medium colouring, pleasant cove. But 
his Deirdre was special. She had a mane of red hair, piled high and tumbling 
over her shoulders. Her skin was a deep, deep tan, not the milk whiteness of 
most redheads. Her swimwear was more decent than my darling's, but she had 
chosen to tan her tits by allowing the bikini top to slip down from them. Her 
tits were round, firm, hard. The yellow bikini tended to accentuate her slim 
waist and fairly broad  hips: this was not fat I reckoned, but bone, muscle and 
firm flesh. Her bottom, beneath its flimsy covering, seemed rounded and 
broad, stretching the silky bikini quite delightfully. She was short legged, 
perhaps, but shapely there, too, and muscular. An 'earth mother' type 
potentially, I thought, and would fuck like the whirlwind.

They had decided we'd go clubbing together.

So that evening saw us all four in a nightclub, and by early morning a bit tipsy 
from the combination of club-drugs and booze, and dancing close together. 
Deirdre was more than a bit drunk and was leaning on me as we danced. I felt 
her breasts against my shirt and her belly as it squirmed against my hips in the 
slow grind of a blues. I had a hand on each cheek of her bottom, and felt her 
flesh move as she slowly swayed, and pulled her in close to my body. My cock 
was hard and she could only have been too aware of that as it pressed against 
the thin silk of her dress. I saw that Patrick had his hand inside Leila's dress 
and was feeling her tits, whether through the bra...if she wore one...or inside it 
I didn't know. I whispered to Deirdre pointing to them ans she took one of my 
hands from her arse and placed it on the roundness of her breast. I wondered 
whether she was wearing an ultra-thin body stocking, or whether the see-
through parts of her silk dress were actually showing the bare beauty. I would, 
I thought , find out later.

The last dance, and we decided to take two taxis back. Patrick and Leila had 
the first, and we had to wait about a quarter of an hour for the next. In the taxi 
I kissed the young newly-wed 
passionately, and like any teenager fondled her tits. I stroked her legs, over the 
nylons to the stocking top, and then the flesh above. I kissed her more strongly 
and put her hand on my 
cock, erect now for hours, as she was well-aware. She allowed her hand to rest 
there, and I felt first the crotch of her knickers , then the mound within. We 
arrived at the hotel.

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I let us into my suite and there were Patrick and my black hooker dancing. She 
had him naked, and she had her tiny little lacy green panties, nothing else. 
They were all over each other, and his hard cock was pressed into her 
belly....you could just see the plum of the knob.

'Let's dance too,' I said. I unhooked Deirdre's dress , letting it fall, and 
unclasped the bra. My own shirt and trousers followed, and we danced. She 
was wearing a lovely little bright yellow see-through nylon panty with a tiny 
skirt to it. Very nice over those wide hips.

Leila had grasped Patrick's cock and led him like a bull into the bedroom. We 
followed. On a couch I fondled and cuddled this Irish lovely, taking off her 
panties and licking her cunt. She protested, doubtless another Catholic prude, 
but found it so delightful I guess she made me continue, holding my face up to 
her despite her protests and rubbing her cunt against my lips even as she 
murmured 'no'. Indeed she finally grasped me by the hair and pulled my face 
into the smooth-shaven cunt as she came.

'I've never done it like that before. It was wonderful.'

'By the look of Patrick, he hasn't either.' We looked and saw Patrick lapping 
the cunt of his choice for that night, and with enthusiasm. 'Let's help them 
come. I'll show you how.' And I held her hands and placed them on Leila's 
lovely breast. 'Fondle them and squeeze them exactly as you like yours to be 
pressed.' Hesitantly, the innocent girl started to massage the glorious ebony 
body sitting beside her. Patrick, astounded, broke away a moment and 
watched, with me, the increasingly passionate and lesbian embrace of the two 
girls. Leila was fondling her breast now, leaning into her and kissing her lips, 
while, as if by accident, the white girl's hand had come to rest in the swollen 
cunt just abandoned by her bridegroom. 'Don't forget her belly,' I said, and the 
hands, less hesitant now, moved to circle the belly button with finger tips, and 
then to press the firm, flat flesh. I took her hand in mine and, holding her 
finger, rubbed it into the slit, and onto the hard little nub.

'No,' she said.

'Yes!' I insisted. Patrick returned to his work on Leila's cunt. I whispered in 
Deirdre's ear. 'If you rub here, then Patrick can fuck her cunt with his 
tongue...while you rub her clitoris. She'll need both to come. ' And with this 
the white girl fondled the clit and cunt lips. I took a huge chance on the 
success of the evening and began to gently wank Patrick.. He stirred as if to 
protest, but in the event let me continue.

'Look!' I said to Deirdre, 'Look how strong your man is. She bent over to see 
and I bent his cock down, and released it so it sprang up and struck his belly. I 
did it again. She fingered it, 'Now suck him!' I said.

'I've never.....'

'Well try, and see how he loves it.' And she hesitantly put her mouth round the 
knob. Then sucked it properly.

'Let's play a game with him,' I whispered. 'See if he knows the difference.' 
And I pulled his cock from her mouth and sucked on it myself. Lovely! 
Probably a virgin cock. Deirdre went very quiet, seeing her beloved with his 
manhood in a man's mouth, male hands fondling his balls. 'Now you again....' 
Turn and turn about we did this for a few minutes, Deirdre giggling now.

'I think he's coming a bit in my mouth, ' I whispered. 'Time to move him on a 
bit.

'Leila. Sit on him.' Leila lay down on her back exposing her cunt, fully 
impaled from behind. Patrick could hardly move, but grasped her to him by 
her tits. 'Let's help her come,' I said, and this time Deirdre started to 
masturbate the black girl without prompting. I pulled her down and whispered, 
'Look closely,' putting her face right up against the black lips and red cunt. 
'Now do what Patrick was doing to her. Lick her clit.' Not taking no for an 
answer, I forced her mouth down and she started mouthing the open cunt, lips 
and clit. I held her till it was obvious she was taking to it, and then let her 
continue un-forced.

She was kneeling in front of Leila's cunt, so I grasped her hips and slipped my 
cock up her. It was tight, a new one, but wet, and the cunt and clit were 
swollen. I fondled her white flesh and, feeling her clit up and down, started to 
shag her very hard indeed. She came like a whirlwind, shouting , yelling, 
moaning, muffled as she ground her face into Leila's cunt. She gripped my 
cock in a muscular spasm, and finally collapsed, her duty to suck Leila 
forgotten in the strength of her own orgasm.

I whispered to Leila, 'Sit on his face.' She did, and his tongue started again. 
He could see nothing now, and I squatted over his stiff cock, wet with cunt 
juices, and lowered myself so he was buggering me. He started to move his 
hips up and down. As I felt his climax approach, the movements being faster 
and steeper, I pushed Leila off so he could see who he was fucking and in 
which hole. It was too late for him now, and he came, filling my arse with his 
hot load. He and his bride watched him shag a male in the arse. She had been 
sucked off, and had herself sucked a lovely black cunt.

You've guessed! I tipped the exhausted lad over, entered his anus, and gave 
him a good, hard fucking. He loved it, went hard during it. Another convert. 
Two , in fact!

Finally, I asked if he would like some polaroids of his honeymoon, and shot 
off a film of him fucking and sucking his bride. Aided, of course, by the 
mouths and hands of his two willing helpers. We all slept together in the 
tumbled bed till about six, when our two newly-weds, after another gay and les 
episode went off to their own room.

A few evenings later, we went out to a gay club and were amused to see 
Patrick and his bride again. Deirdre was dancing with a lovely, tall blonde girl, 
while her husband was in the arms of a handsome gypsy, black curly hair and 
marvelous biceps. Both couples were smooching, rubbing bodies, and clearly 
preparing for a night of lust. I kissed Leila, before leaving her while we hunted 
alone for once. It was good to think we had enlightened this young couple, 
awaking their bi-sexuality while there were still so many years of beauty and 
vigour to enjoy it.

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It would be two days later (I'm only recording episodes I particularly relished) 
that Leila introduced me to a girl she had met. Marah was a bit on the plump 
side, perhaps, and in a few years time would have a fight to stay sexually 
enticing. She was ok so far, and her tits and bottom filled out the khaki silk 
shirt and shorts very satisfactorily. I looked her up and down, and I expect my 
interest was obvious, because Leila said,' No use for you, John. Marah is 
lesbian.' She giggled.

'John. Leila said I will have to ask you as she has never done such a thing 
before, but says I must ask you if that's all right.'

'Leila, I'm surprised and not a little shocked. I had no idea you fancied girls. 
Why do you want this Marah when you've never had a lesbian affair before?' I 
was enjoying this game. The randy little piece had had more women's cunts 
than me!

'But she's so pretty, and so self-assured, John. And I'm sure her breasts will be 
lovely. And she does so want me. And you know you should try everything 
once. Please.....'

'Yes, John, please let us play.'

'Well, I suppose so. But I want to be there, too, to make sure it's all right.'

'I won't have a man touch my body,' said Marah, bristling.

'I'll just watch. No touching.'

In the hotel room, the two girls were playing on the bed; I sat in a  chair a few 
paces away. They were kissing and caressing, Marah taking the lead role. She 
undid Leila's blouse, revealing a lovely purple satin bra and the soft flesh of 
her upper bosoms. Marah's hands cupped the satin-covered roundness and she 
gently squeezed as they hugged and kissed. She removed her army shirt to 
show her large, naked breasts. They were firm enough, I decided, not to need a 
bra, and sun-tanned the same depth as her arms and shoulders. She unclasped 
Leila's bra and their bosoms pressed together. Marah gently licked and sucked 
the firmer breasts of the negress, while her partner felt and fondled the white 
girl's flesh.

I slipped my shorts down and sat back, coaxing my cock into stiffness while I 
watched.

Leila's purple panties stretched tight across the jutting, rounded, African arse. 
Marah slipped her hand inside, and from the inside pulled the waistband 
gradually down. She felt and kneaded the buttocks with both hands, while 
Leila nibbled the white girl's nipples. Marah pressed her face into the crotch of 
the satin, against the warm, brown thighs, and then her cheek against hips, and 
then the mound. Leila lay down with her face pressed into the soft, velvety 
pink panties.

Marah pulled the purple panties completely off. helped by Leila raising her 
bottom. Now a classic sixty-nine, Marah lying slightly on top off my girl. I 
enjoyed the vision of that plump, rounded, white-tanned bum, legs parted to 
reveal the arsehole and short, fair, curly hairs. I got up to change my angle of 
view and to get closer. I watched their two tongues lapping at cunts, Leila 
burrowing into the pubic hair that hid her cunt lips and clit.

Leila came, one of her huge orgasms, shouting in her African tongue, her 
hands gripping shoulders and head, forcing the blonde's face harder into her 
cunt. Her whole body writhed. Then quiet. The dyke had not come, but was 
patient, and who wouldn't be with that magnificent body to play with.

'I've never come like that,' lied the negress. 'No man has ever given me that!' 
And Marah glowed with pride and pleasure as they hugged one another, legs 
intertwined, belly to belly, bosom to bosom, mouth to mouth, tongues 
searching out tongues.

'There's more, much more,' said Marah. I sat down again and wanked on, 
holding my pleasure short of coming. 

Marah was astride the long, slim girl. Her cunt directly over the bosoms, 
pressing hard into the tits. She raised herself and ran her cunt and clit against 
one of them. I've said Leila's breasts were firm enough , and the nipples long 
and hard enough, to poke a lover's eye out. Well, Marah moved back and 
forth, rubbing a conical, firm tit and nipple against her clit. At times it seemed 
the breast was firm enough to enter the cunt an inch, but mostly the dyke 
wanted her clit rubbed.

Leila later told me no girl had ever come off with her this way, using her tits as 
a cock. She said the friction on her nipples, and the pressing on her whole 
breast, together with the flowing of cunt-juices, was wonderfully stimulating 
and she will certainly have other girls this way. The dominant white girl 
started to come, moving her cunt frantically in great sweeps along the tit as the 
spasms came. She then collapsed in her lover's arms.

Reaching in her bag , Marah took out a double dildo. This was a white rubber 
pipe about the width of a large cock, four feet long, with ten inch cocks, 
ribbed, moulded at each end. She pulled my girl into the kneeling posture, 
moistened both ends in her cunt-slit and then inserted one end into Leila's cunt 
and the other in her own. The length between the two ends meant they could 
fuck in the conventional doggy position. I loved watching their bosoms 
heaving, Marah's hands gripping Leila's hips, then under to her tits, and down 
to her clit. Tanned against black flesh. Leila's hands reaching behind her to 
pull her arse cheeks apart, making sure I enjoyed glimpses of her tight arse-
hole.

Leila licked and kissed the ebony back, squirming and bouncing, bumping, 
both cunts filled with cocks. Leila's bottom pushed back as Marah's thighs 
bore in, thighs clashing into buttocks, clits stimulated by fingers and dildo-
friction. Marah was coming first, this time         noisier than her first, and 
threatening to break the hotel bed with the power and weight of her thrusts. 
But Leila could take this and more, and just as her white lover finished, she 
started. Her buttocks smacked back into her partner and her palms clawed at 
the coverlet. she screamed her pleasure, and then subsided.

Now it was Leila's turn to take charge. The naughty girl reached for her own 
dildo (kept handy under our pillow! I expect Marah enjoyed the sharp, hard 
tongue going at her open cunt. But I wonder about the dildo up her bum, 
vibrating and irritating her arse. But of course, she loved it. Her belly rose as 
she lifted her hips in simulation of shagging. The dildo slipped in and out, and 
the tongue whipped up and down, in and out. And another great, rolling come.

'Your turn, now, John. You've been very patient. Did you like looking at us 
playing? You haven't come yet ,have you? No, I can see you haven't.' Marah 
lay, satiated. Leila got up and came over to me. She lowered herself onto my 
stiff cock. I put my arms round her lovely arse, and my mouth on her lovely 
tits. she moved up and down on me, her clit probably getting not much 
stimulation in this position, so, still caressing one tit, I reached between us and 
pinched and rubbed at it. Marah was watching, perhaps not too pleased at this 
female fickleness. She had just given the black slut the best of her young life, 
she thought, and here she was fucking a man again. Still, at least she was on 
top!

'Help me, Marah. Kiss my breasts. Marah came over, and leaning close to me , 
obliged. 'That's lovely, but I'd rather you licked my bottom while I fuck. No 
need to touch the cock if you don't want to.'

'I don't want. But I'll lick your lovely black lips from behind. She sat astride 
me, behind Leila , and licked at the anus and rear cunt-lips, as Leila moved her 
bottom up and down, shagging me. I could see the buxom blonde fingering her 
own clit, and running two, three fingers into her cunt as she sucked off her 
black lover. The cock and tongue together brought Leila off: Marah stopped 
sucking and reached her climax, almost a whole hand in her cunt; I came off 
watching her masturbate. All done!

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Many of the nights we spent in Las Palmas, I passed in bed with my lovely 
black whore, happy to be fucking the most beautiful body on the island, 
without any further complication of extra pricks or cunts! But one other 
incident should be recorded, however briefly.
   
Towards the end of our holiday we went into a club. It was early and the girls 
were either sitting at their bar-stools, still mostly alone, or chatting at tables. 
And there at a table together were Nikki and Marie-Claude! And they looked 
much less innocent, and certainly several years older with their bar-girl see-
through blouses and leather minis. They didn't spot me and I told Leila about 
the sting.

She found it vastly amusing and I admit I did now see the funny side. After all 
the attempt to fix me had turned my prudish wife into delightful and varied 
lover , and just look at all the cocks and cunts I'd had since!

We went over to their table. 'Hello, Nikki. Hello, Marie-Claude,' I said, and 
their faces dropped. 'Meet Leila.'

Leila looked them straight in the eye. 'John has told me what you've been up 
to, and you deserve to have your bottoms smacked. And since you aren't the 
schoolgirl innocents you pretended to be then there are lots of other things we 
will want to do to you.'

The price was agreed and we went off together. The session was first one of 
bondage and spanking. Leila tied them up for me in their underwear, and we 
both hand-spanked their bottoms through their nylon panties, and especially 
their naked or nylon-covered breasts. There were plenty of breaks to feel and 
fondle these firm young bodies. Although not fourteen as advertised they could 
not have been far beyond the legal sixteen.

Then we stripped them naked and made them kneel down. Leila pulled off her 
own white satin panties, and made the blonde put them on before kneeling 
down over  a stool. She tied her hands together, and secured them to the front 
of it. The brunette was stripped, and made to put on leather and pvc before 
being strapped down on her back to a heavy oak armchair, turned upside down 
to form an impromptu whipping-frame. Turn and turn about we whipped the 
brunette's tits and belly and thighs, using a window sash we cut off, and the 
blonde's broad bottom, using my leather belt. Neither of us could resist licking 
Nikki's breasts as she lay there in bondage, and for her the pain of the 
whipping alternated with the pleasure of a mouth on the breast and a tongue 
nuzzling at her clit beneath it's thin black nylon covering. Marie-Claude had 
the lesser, but less common pleasure of tongues in her arse as the crotch of her 
panties was pulled aside to reveal her ring. And fingers, too!

Tiring of this , we released them and had them give us a lesbian show while 
we sat on the sofa kissing and caressing each other. I believe what we saw was 
the real thing and these two naughty girls were in reality genuine lesbian 
lovers. As the were sucking each other and moaning their delight, I went over 
and felt the swollen cunt lips and hard clits, the welling juices. Oh yes, it was 
genuine lust! I beckoned Leila over and, not disturbing their sixty nine, we 
each of us lay against a smooth teenage back, and added anal licking to the 
stimulation they were enjoying. I had Nikki, and it was a special pleasure to 
have my tongue in her bottom, and my face pressed into the rounded firm 
cheeks of this filly, who had often been in my dreams since I first had her.

They came off, and we arranged them kneeling down, one on top of the other 
so I could fuck the two of them. I settled down to four strokes in the lower 
cunt and four in the upper cunt, and so on.
After a while, Leila said, 'Ok. While he does that, suck me off! John, shag 
them in their other holes. Don't let them come off till they've made me come 
first. Shag them hard, and that'll make them try hard to make me come.'

So I did. Four strokes in Nikki's hairless, little brown hole, shaven, and four in 
the blonde's naturally hairless rose-pink arsehole. With each new forced entry 
the subject squealed and protested each time I removed my cock to inset it in 
the other anus. I played with their cute bottoms, feeling the softness of skin 
and the firmness of muscles, and sometimes slapping at one or the other. I 
shagged harder and harder, hearing Leila's excitement grow under the tongues 
and hands of these talented and experienced teens. Then Leila came. Which 
arse would I come in? Nikki's! I bashed it in harder and harder , four, five, six, 
seven, eight, nine, ten. And I came in her. That will purge my dreams of her, I 
thought. Just another lovely arse among many, now.

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At the airport, Aristide and Josie were waiting, arm in arm like lovers. I kissed 
Leila goodbye, passionately and immodestly feeling her arse through her silk 
dress. Aristide was equally passionate with Josie. Then I kissed Josie long and 
hard, and Aristide Leila. Passengers looked  surprised! We parted without 
promises, but I'll be astounded if we don't meet for at least a foursome some 
time.''Driving me home, Josie,' We've got dinner at The Manor Saturday. I'm 
coming back to the Canaries with you Monday. And you remember that lovely 
tv you sucked but weren't allowed to fuck...well, she phoned. She wants you 
madly, badly!. I've arranged for her to come with us for a week. Hope that's 
all right?'

'Sounds good! And I can't wait to shag you, and hear what you've been up to.'

'And me you. But only after sex!.'

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It was a different woman I slept with that night; liberated , she had stronger 
orgasms and her willingness to do her lover those little favours men so like 
increased mine. So it was we lay together, fucked but happy, and Josie told me 
about her fortnight at the Embassy.

'As you know, Aristide is a mountain of a man. You've got a good body, John, 
but he's built like a heavyweight boxer. The first night after we left you at the 
airport I just couldn't keep my hands and mouth off that wonderful body. His 
chest is deep and muscular, and almost hairless. It shone in the lamplight, and I 
had to kiss it, feel the huge pectoral muscles and tease the nipples. He's quite 
vain....and who could blame him....I could see him deliberately posing in front 
of the mirror in the bedhead, so his cock was in profile in the mirror. His arms 
are as big and strong as a strong man's thighs, and his thighs are really 
something else! But it's his bottom that really made me hot. It's heavy, but 
hard as rock under wonderful smooth, soft skin.

'Anyway, by the time he had stripped and I was waiting naked for him on his 
bed, I was really lusting. Honestly, John, the moment he took me in his arms 
and started to fondle my breasts, I was ready to come. And when his huge arms 
went round my bottom, and his lips met my clit, I came immediately! You 
wouldn't believe it, John.

She went on to describe how almost before the last spasms had finished 
shooting through her body, he took her solidly in his arms and gently entered 
her, gently filling her with his massive tool. For a big man he was indeed 
gentle and he rested on his elbows to protect her. But she wanted to feel his 
weight and pulled him down onto her firm breasts, her face buried in his 
smooth chest. She came a second time, and without changing the rhythm of his 
fucking, he turned them over, so Josie was laying on top, his hands fondling 
her arse and his mouth nibbling her nipples. She moved her legs so she was 
sitting on him and shagged him, bouncing on his belly, as hard as steel, till 
they both came together.

But he didn't go soft, and he didn't withdraw. Instead, with a laugh he got up 
from the bed, with Josie still speared by his cock. He walked round the room 
with her legs round his waist, and his massive cock supporting her plump arse 
cheeks, bouncing her up and down with each pace. A third time she came, and 
now he threw her onto the bed , turned her over, and entered her cunt from 
behind. The size was almost too much, but he went gently at first, till she 
yelled for him to go faster. Slapping her white bottom with his ebony paws he 
came in her, and the rush of hot spunk made her come too.

She slept with her face resting on his belly as a pillow, his cock against her 
lips!

After a few days of one-on-one sex, he asked her if she felt like a change. He 
explained that in his native land he was a Chief, but also the Headman of a 
secret society to which the men of his tribe belonged. They bonded in this 
society through sex, either with each other or with shared partners. Most of the 
guard she had seen around the embassy were members of the sect.

Josie was keen...very....the more so as the young men of the guard were tall, 
muscular, and very handsome. Nowhere near the weight of their chief, though. 
So it was, as she reclined on the day-bed, in her undies with the naked giant 
absent-mindedly fondling her, that there was a knock at the door.

'Enter!' And five tall young men came in, bowing to the reclining Chief. 'You 
will have the body of this white woman, and please your chief if you please 
her. She will undress for you.'

In the sight of these beautiful boys, she removed her bra, stepped out of her 
panties, and pulled down belt and stockings, together. She stood naked, in a 
classic model pose.

Aristide told them to strip and play on the king-sized bed. 'The white woman 
wished to watch young black men play!' he said. And she had the pleasure 
first of watching the disrobing of these fine boys, with their broad shoulders 
and narrow hips, hard little bottoms. All of them tall and slim, muscular. They 
then lay on the bed (apparantly specially made for him) and felt, sucked, 
rubbed bodies and hard, springy cocks. Josie was wet with lust for them. 

Aristide left her , went over and presented his great knob to one slim lad who, 
joyful, took it in his mouth, hands feeling the naked, shiny, hard muscles of the 
giant's bottom. Aristide picked him up and, still laughing, turned him upside-
down, so his prick was still being sucked while the lad's shaft was now in his 
mouth. The boy hung on for dear life while this acrobatic feat was 
accomplished to amuse Josie. Holding him to his huge body with one arm, 
Aristide explored the boy's arse with his other hand, the arse up against his 
face. Before either came, Aristide dropped him back on the bed where he was 
immediately intertwined again with his fellows. For Josie it was an exciting 
show, this forest of slim, dark limbs, and springing cocks.

'Go on. Join them.' And Aristide pushed her on her way. She leaped like a 
swimmer into the pile, and at once felt hands on her tots, her bottom, the 
insides of her thighs. Mouths were seeking hers, on her nipples, licking her 
cunt and arse. And soon a cock. Whose? Was in her cunt. And one in her 
mouth, and another probing at her arsehole. It entered. Other cocks pushed 
against her body: she was drowning in a sea of young male flesh, speared in 
every hole of her body. She loved it, and came, and came, and came, in 
multiple orgasms, one running into the next. As cocks pumped spunk into her 
arse, cunt and mouth, and then withdrew, they were replaced by  others like 
runners in a relay race. Some were so virile that like their Chief they came, 
stayed hard, and started shagging arse or cunt anew. She lost all sense of time, 
aware only of hands, mouths, cocks, and clean, hard bodies. And still they 
fucked her, until almost senseless with accumulated pleasure there was a lull : 
her mouth, cunt and arse were running with cum, which seemed to have 
covered her belly and tits as well!.

Aristide rang a bell and a boy of ten or so came in with a bowl. He washed her 
tits, bottom and cunt with scented hot water, and dried her. He then washed 
and dried the cocks of the young men. And went out.

Aristide called one of the boys over and had him kneel on the daybed. Josie 
watched him oil his cock and place it at the outside of the lad's rim. He started 
to insert it, but it was huge. Finally the knob was in, and he shagged the slim 
arse, giving the rectum the full value of his ten inches. He came, pulled out, 
and himself knelt. The boy greased his smaller, but beautifully straight and 
black prick, and shagged his chief.

Some of the other boys were again pressing her breasts and buttocks as she 
watched the show. The young man felt the firmness of the massive muscles in 
front of him, fondling the arse, feeling the biceps, shoulders and back as 
tenderly as any young girl enjoying her lover's body. But his cock was boring 
in, and his bollocks walloping against this titan's arse. As he came, Aristide 
was laughing. 'I can feel your come Jean. You have saved some for me despite 
the hot , white woman I gave you. Your spurts have thestrength of the first 
time.' And he turned round , hugged the boy, and kissed him on the lips.

Then the other four were told to imitate the action of Aristide and his young 
bugger. And they did, while Josie had the delight of watching four young men 
bugger each other, while she sucked at two soft pricks and felt their hands on 
her bosom and cunt. When the second sitting started (second kneeling?) both 
cocks went hard in her hand and mouth, and she submitted to a fuck from the 
lad, while Aristide had her arse with his great weapon. All three came 
together, and settled to watch the last comes in front of them.

Josie was exhausted . Aristide wasn't, so he kept back one boy when he 
dismissed the rest. As Josie slept, she was occasionally aware that in the bed 
beside her the two men were sucking and bum-fucking most of the night.

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Two nights later they spent the night in a hotel, having got a bit tipsy in the 
place's night club. In the morning they rang down for coffee, which the waiter 
brought up. Josie says he was about twenty five, and had a Spanish 
appearance. He had the sultry good looks, curly hair, and pout of your classic 
Spanish stud. Tall, broad, slim hips, and very, very tight trousers . As he 
fussed laying the table, Josie accidentally gave him a view of her breast. He 
couldn't tear his eyes away, and she could see the shape of a hard-on: realising 
he could see, she pulled the sheet up over her tits, but 'accidentally' uncovered 
her legs, and her naked cunt. The waiter nearly dropped his tray, but his 
erection was now even more evident through the thin, skin-tight, black 
trousers.

Josie reached out towards him. 'I think you liked what you saw.' She rubbed 
the obvious hard-on. 'It's only fair to let me see yours too.' Aristide was 
laughing as Josie unzipped the young man, undid his belt, pulled his pants 
down, and took the stiff prick in her mouth. She pulled him in to her and 
sucked for a moment before he fell forwards onto the bed. She had him naked 
in a moment and while her man watched she sucked him off, fast and skilfully. 
He came off in her mouth, and she swallowed every last drop.

'Now suck me off while I have breakfast,' she said. And as she drank her 
coffee he laboured at her cunt.

'No good.' Dildo me too. ' Now as he sucked her clit he pushed a vibrator in 
and out.

'No good. Arsehole too.' And taking a dollop of butter she stuck it round her 
arsehole, allowing her slim, manicured finger to linger there, and then enter 
half an inch. Now, finger in arse, dildo in cunt, and mouth on clit. Not 
surprisingly she soon came, and also not  surprisingly the waiter was hard 
again. Josie lay on her back and instructed him to shag her. She held the lips 
apart and sighed as he stuck it in, pinching her nipples as he shagged up and 
down. One hand crept under her body, first feeling the warmth of her buttocks, 
then
infiltrating into her anus, while his other hand gloried in the young flesh and 
soft skin of her tits. Then , her legs crossed around his trim waist, her arms 
pulling him down  to  crush her tits, her tongue in his mouth, she came.
 A moment later he did too.


He was immediately dismissed ( a servant after all) and Aristide had his 
morning pleasure with his girl, now nicely warmed up and lubricated for him.

Aristide liked group sex, as was obvious that first time we met him at Arkham. 
And he told Josie about his nieces. In England he had two, twins, that he was 
educating. They were being prepared as a gift for the President of his country 
on their fifteenth birthday. The President, a relative of Leila, liked very young 
girls as concubines, and normally kept them for a couple of years from their 
fifteenth , when he passed them on to his wife, the First Lady, who happily 
liked her girls a bit more mature, say seventeen to nineteen. She would then 
pass them on to one of her lesbian friends, or marry them off to one of the 
President's hangers-on.

It was important that any girls he gave to the top man, were completely 
educated in the arts of pleasing a sexual partner, whether male, female, or 
transexual, whether child, young or old. They had to have learned to take 
pleasure in all conceivable sexual acts, and genuinely to live for sex! Josie 
could try them out while he went off to one of his tribal ceremonies , to which, 
of course, women could not go. 'We will all bugger each other, and initiate the 
boys who have just reached puberty. I'm responsible for making sure that this 
is done for all the members of the tribe exiled in Europe. Tonight's the night! 
And, darling, I'll be completely shagged come morning!'

'The girls are Hannah and Anna, and they will do anything and everything you 
want. And I do mean anything. Enjoy yourself!'

The twins were not identical, but they were the same height, much smaller 
than Josie. Their coloring was similar, but one had tiny, hard tits, while the 
other was fuller, though still beautifully firm. They came demurely into the 
room and stood there pretty as a picture, wrapped in their African cloths, her 
hair intricately braided into a pony tail, and her's straightened, european style..

'Clothes off! I want to see you properly....'

As one they unwound their brightly coloured wraps and let them fall to the 
floor, standing there in bra and panties. They had the same underwear, very 
light blue and lacy, a beautiful sight against the black, soft skin  'Undress each 
other!' They each unclasped a bra, and each pulled the other's panties down.

Josie told me her cunt creamed at the sight of her upright little tits and her 
sister's fuller melons, browner than the black of their limbs, and the pert, 
jutting little bottoms. They seemed to have little or no pubic hair, the merest 
fuzz of soft, tiny black curls.

They lay down on the bed cuddling together, giggling as their breasts and 
bellies pressed together, their legs twining. Then they lay head to tail, and 
licked each others' cunts. Josie came over and lay down with them. In a 
triangle, they each sucked a cunt, and each had a cunt sucked in turn. Josie told 
me, gleefully, that their firm-fleshed little bodies were a true delight. That she 
pressed tits, and felt young hard bottoms with huge glee. The two girls 
whispered to her they had never had a white woman before, and they loved her 
for her white skin and beautiful body. The boys in the embassy had told her 
how lovely and passionate she was. Josie told them she had never been sucked 
by a black girl, and their young hard bodies were fabulous, and she loved it . 
Apparantly, they all came.

What next, Josie thought? A bit of bondage, perhaps.

'Anna, tie Hannah to the bedpost, there, and let's have some kinky sex.

The girl was tied with white cord, and then fastened to the post. Josie could 
see her cunt lips spread and her clit harden, exposed by her increasing lust. 
Clearly Hannah was into bondage! Tied to the post, her belly to the post, her 
bottom was available for both women. Josie fondled the black arse, put her 
arms around, and felt the hard little tits. Better to have a slim, hard girl tied up 
than her more buxom sister, who would be better at whipping. Taking a leather 
belt from the drawer of the bedside table, where Aristide kept several toys, she 
instructed Anna to beat her sister. Josie lay back fingering her clit as the girl 
lammed into her sister. Hannah, far from screaming protests, was squealing 
with delight and her arse was squirming with passion. 'Now suck her. make 
her come!' The lightest touch of her sister's lips on her clit, kneeling so she 
could reach, was enough.
'Now, Hannah. Tie up Annah.' And same again.

Josie strapped on a dildo that had been helpfully left behind by the bed, and 
first shagged Hannah from behind, enjoying, as any man would, the firm little 
bottom against her thighs, and the feel of hard, round tits under her palms, as 
she brought the girl to orgasm. Then she lay down on Anna, and fucked her 
missionary-position, again enjoying her very special tits, and the feel of her 
arse laying on her hands. She came, herself, this time with Anna.
                                                     .
It was next evening before Aristide showed up and he was perhaps not his 
usual laughing self. Heavy tribal duties, Josie reckoned. She told him what she 
and the two girls had done, and regretted she had not really felt free to whip 
them as she would have liked.

Aristide told her she could have whipped them as hard as she wanted in fact, 
but never mind, he would sort it out. It was about nine o'clock and they took 
the limo, parking it on the pavement in Shepherd's Market. 'Now my dear 
little dominatrix, we'll find you a whore you can beat to your heart's content, 
and while we're about it, a rent-boy too. No need to cruise the street. With this 
limo, the street will pass. After we've seen a few, we'll choose. You can 
choose!'

Ten minutes later they were sitting in a cafe. It was difficult to choose between 
a tall, ravishingly beautiful negress and a jolly little blonde girl with good tits. 
The blonde was chosen. Aristide did the negotiation.

'How much the night? Both of us.'

'£150.'

'We'll give you twice that, but we want to beat you and humiliate you.'

'£750, and anything you want.'

A similar deal was struck with a very young and clean looking rent-boy, a 
pretty little lad with brown curls.

The hotel looked grotty, but Aristide knew his way about, and the room was 
splendid. All velvet and mirrors, and a huge four-poster bed.

'Strip her to her underclothes,' he told the boy. He lounged on the large bed 
and watched him remove the tart's blouse and skirt. She wore a quality white 
bra , but spoilt the effect with a suspender belt in purple, which clashed with 
her pretty pink panties.  'The rest. But leave her knickers on.'

'Now tie her above the divan. She hung there by the wrists, her legs splayed by 
a wooden and leather stretching rod. .

'Excellent! Boy! Come over to me , on the bed, and we'll amuse ourselves 
while we watch.  The whips are in that cupboard, little darling. Go to it.'

While Aristide fondled the lad's hardening prick, Josie took off her shoes, 
skirt and shirt and selected a long, flexible, whippy whip made of braided 
fibre. She threw it to the rentboy, lying beside her man, and said, 'Whip this 
whore for me. Work from the thighs up to her shoulders, and then back down 
again.

The first shot left a great red line across her thighs, and elicited a healthy 
scream. Josie gagged her with a leather belt. The second stung her nylon-clad 
buttocks, the third a red weal across her back, and the fourth another across her 
shoulders. The girl's screams were muffled by the gag, but Josie still found her 
cunt responding to them.

'Wait!' Josie went up to the whore, grasped her flimsy panties by the crotch, 
and ripped the frail nylon fabric. She tore it again, and again, and, taking the 
tattered remnants of silky cloth, shoved it behind and under the leather gag.

Aristide had stripped, and was lounging, his great, hard cock standing away 
from his belly.

The boy gave four more lashes, descending the body. He was enjoying 
himself, as his cock, waving free, demonstrated.

Now Josie took the whip and artfully struck the girl so the red lines crossed 
those made earlier, giving a network of angry, red marks. She paused and 
rubbed her clit with the whip's handle. Then eight more lashes, given fast and 
hard to the wriggling, writhing victim, crossing diagonally the gilr's body in 
the other direction. Her body squirmed and wriggled to avoid the precisely 
applied beating. Her screams were stifled entirely by her own panties!

'See how this boy-whore has gone hard, beating your body,' said Josie to the 
girl, and lightly touched the erect prick. 'Like all men, this one enjoys 
humiliating women. Would you like to return the punishment? Strike a blow 
for women?'

'Unstrap her,. And you, girl, chain him up. Over there. Against that wall.'

Josie says she couldn't resist running her hands over the smooth, tanned body 
of this golden lad. She felt the muscles in his tight little arse, and across his 
waist, back and shoulders. But enough. 'Shove these ruined knickers in his 
mouth and whip him. Like he lashed you. ' And the whore applied eight 
horizontal lashes, exactly parallel. Josie then crossed them diagonally, first one 
way and then the other.

'Now. Back to the chains, you.' And he was secured. Obviously frightened by 
her tone of voice he now had no erection. 'That won't do! Suck his cock. make 
him stand.' The whore knelt in front of him and gobbled at his cock, which 
sure enough became erect. Now Josie lashed at his chest, belly and thighs.

The whore had good tits. They stood up. Firm, and rounded, standing proud, 
and beautiful, especially in profile.  Josie of course had to handle them, feeling 
her nipples harden, and then she felt the firm flesh of the whore's martyred 
arse.

Josie lay down beside Aristide, who grasped her bottom with his great paw. 
'Let him down! Now, young man, as a reward, you can shag this whore. You, 
young lady, do you wqnt it in your cunt or your arse?'

'Oh. In the cunt, please.'

'Shag her in the arse then. While we watch. There's some oil by the bed.'

The two of the looked on as the boy first applied cold cream to the crease, the 
rim, and finally in the arsehole itself. Josie supposed he knew what he was 
doing, having many a time been fucked in the arse himself, she supposed! The 
whore knelt, and took his cock up into her. She seemed resigned, not enjoying, 
but accepting. However, for the lad it was a treat to have an attractive young 
female bottom for a change, and he went at it hard. Aristide found this a 
stimulus, as if he needed one, and had Josie suck his cock while the show 
continued. The boy came.

Aristide commented that they shouldn't have either of them. 'They're probably 
diseased!. Now you, boy, suck her and give her her orgasm. The boy went 
down on the blonde's body, parting the red cuntlips with his tongue and 
licking her cunt and clit. Aristide stood over them wanking his great tool. Josie 
was kneeling beside him and gently tonguing his arse, feeling the immense 
muscles against her soft cheeks. Aristide came, spurting spunk over the two 
whores, but mainly onto the female's face. She came.

They were paid off and kicked out. Leaving our two friends to a leisurely , 
relaxed evening of straight sex.

And that was Josie's story. I was content her new-found freedom had been 
reinforced and she was up for anything. I told her my tale next, and we got 
quite hot.

                                              Chapter 5 : Arkham

The Saturday at Arkham was a delightful orgy, some people we had already 
enjoyed and some new ones. The blonde transexual was there, and 
arrangements for a holiday were confirmed. She, samantha, agreed to come 
over Sunday night, and we could go to Heathrow together Monday morning.

Samantha looked truly ravishing. Josie greeted her with a kiss. 'Samantha, you 
are really lovely tonight. a treat for John and me.'

'And Josie, you look good enough to eat.'

'I hope so!'

Samantha was wearing a Chinese silk dress, slit to the waist. The shimmering 
green silk parted to give glimpses of long, slim legs, black seamed nylon 
stockings, and gold high heels. I greeted her with a kiss on the lips, a squeeze 
of her bottom, and the pressure of my hard cock against her belly. 'Very 
gallant, John. I think you're glad to see me.' Samantha laughed with her deep 
brown, but wholly feminine voice.

Drinks.  Samantha beside me on a settee. Josie opposite watching. Without 
undressing her at all, I felt her breasts through the smooth silk, and ran my 
hands up and down her silky thighs. Her blonde hair fell to her shoulders, fine 
and glossy, and I buried my face in it,  kissed her neck, where the skin was 
soft, white, and smooth as any young girl's. I kissed her full on the lips, my 
hand reaching up her leg, up, up over the glossy nylons, up to the softness of 
the skin above the stocking top, and up to the silken panties, beneath which I 
could feel the contours of a prick beginning to harden. She placed a hand on 
my trousers, fondling my now fully erect cock through the fabric.

Josie got up. 'Let's get more comfortable. Follow me.' And grabbing the 
bottle, she led us to the bedroom. Here she sat in the armchair, beside our bed, 
leaving that to me and Samantha.
Beside the bed, I unhooked the back of her dress and slipped it up over her 
head. As she raised it slowly I was riveted first by the sight of her long legs, 
then the round, firm but jutting bottom, the slim waist and flat belly, her 
proud, full bosom. I'm a kink for nice undies, and she was wearing the best. 
The lightest, whispiest, pure , shiny silk, accentuating the slim litheness of her 
body. White panties with just a touch of white lace, the thinnest of suspenders, 
and a silky soft thin bra, through which the firm flesh and points of her nipples 
could be seen. A picture! Josie thought so too, and her hand was absent-
mindedly holding and feeling her mound.

We lay togther on the bed, and I let my hands roam all over this shemale. A 
moment, and I stripped off. In a trice, Samantha's mouth was on my cock 
sucking with great skill. I felt her firm, silk-clad tits, which were just in reach. 
'Turn round, sweetiee. I want to play with your lovely bottom.

We lay together, my cock in her mouth, my hands feeling the round, firm 
buttocks, and my face pressed against the skimpy little panties, my lips up 
against the prick within. I reached in and released her  cock, pulling it out of 
the top of her panties, pulling the panties down below her shaven balls, and 
taking it, too, in my mouth.

'Suck my tits, John, ' she begged. And I reached behind, unclasped the bra, 
and took a perfectly formed breast in my mourth. Cupping it in both hands, I 
felt its young elasticity, the roundness of its contours, my lips on the milk-
white softness of her skin, my teeth nibbling the hard little pink nipple. 'Now 
the other one. Please. Please.' She sighed with pleasure, and her cock strained 
yet higher. Josie had taken her dress off, pulled her panties to one side, and 
was masturbating with both hands as she watched us.

'They wouldn't let me have you in my arse at the party. Please shag my 
bottom, John. I've been dreaming about your lovely prick in me.'

'And I've been dreaming about your cute little butt, too, Samantha. Let's get 
these off.'

'And I want this' As I pulled down her skimpy little panties, my Josie lowered 
her open cunt onto the waiting face.  Her cheeks were bared for me as I raised 
her legs and bent them back over her chest. 'Only mouth....no oil. I want to 
really feel you! ' So I annointed my cock, and then licked her anus, while she 
licked and sucked at my wife's hot cunt. I penetrated her with my tongue, and 
she giggled, through Josie's muff. I crushed my nose and mouth against her 
lovely, hairless crease and soft white thighs, trying to get my tongue yet further 
into her arsehole.

'Now, John, shag me.' So I knelt between her legs, and shoved in hard, 
without pause, reaming her rectum to the very end. Then again, without pause, 
rough, cruel, in-out motions, my balls and belly smacking against her. My 
hands underneath her body reached to fondle her buttocks, and then back to 
press her tits and fondle, no wank, her penis. I couldn't hold it..... had so lusted 
after this arse....I came. Too quick!

Josie got up.She knelt on the bed. 'Now fuck me, Samantha. In my cunt.' And 
Samantha knelt behind, slipped a condom over her ready prick, pressed her tits 
against Josie's back, and entered her to the hilt. As they shagged I lay 
underneath and sucked the exposed clit, enjoying the sight of shaven balls 
swinging over my face, and the smooth, hairless cock entering my randy wife.

I was jerking off while all this was going on.  But suddenly Josie leaned 
further forward and took me in her mouth. She now had cock in mouth, mouth 
on clit, cock in cunt, and firm tits pressed into her back. She came! Then 
Samantha. Then me again. We all dozed together as we lay, like wounded on a 
battlefield.

I will say nothing of the holiday, except we all three had sex with many pretty 
bodies, male , female, and tv. For the rest, sex is now our hobby, and from us 
spreads out, like ripples, an ever-growing circle of friends and contacts into the 
joys of bi-sexual and group sex.


                                         Chapter 6 : Retrospective                            
                                                                                                               
All that was eight years ago. In the meantime the wimpish engineer and his 
prudish, but lovely little wife have been completely transformed. It was a 
lucky day for us that a group of sexually liberated friends took a shine to Josie, 
and plotted the seduction of her and her husband!

I'm a millionaire : among the circle her beauty and compliance got us entry to 
were several tycoons. Further, it's the policy of our set to put business the way 
of members. We're all one large family...of fuckers! A couple of cheap loans, 
some good stock tips, a few lucrative engineering contracts, and we had the 
sort of money that is self-perpetuating. And all paid for with my cock and her 
cunt (and both our arseholes).

Life is pretty full nowadays. I have to work a bit (though I've found a few 
entrepreneurial managers to run the easier parts of the business). These young 
men and women are totally loyal, and bound to me and Josie by sexual 
gratitude and knowledge they could well follow us into the magic circle of 
playboys and perverts, with all the pleasure and success that could bring. Some 
of them are also secured by the techniques we learned from The Manor : 
there's no-one so loyal as a man who knows you have a video of his prick up 
an under-age bottom, or a woman who has seen polaroids of her father with 
his cock in her mouth. These are examples only.....but you get the idea.

We have a flat in London and a cottage in Dorset. The flat is large, luxurious, 
and equipped for orgies. We give a lot of dinner parties, which, though not on 
the scale of Arkham Manor, often bring a dozen congenial people together for 
good food, drink, and sex. Our Dorset cottage is sinister. All oak beams, 
buggering frames, whips, manacles, chains. We take young whores, male and 
female, down for well-paid weekends, as well as entertaining those of our set 
who really appreciate the bizarre.

If you are handsom, your wife lovely, and you are both young, there is just a 
chance you may be selected for membership. If it happens, grasp it with both 
hands, and put cock, cunt, and both arses into the venture. We did.

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