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The bedroom was black and cool with the summer windows open. Under the 
duvet it was warm and soft. As I turned over onto my back Lynn moved beside 
me and murmured.....'Are you awake , Bob?' I answered and felt her tiny hand 
reach for me. Finding my hand she took it to her and placed it on one shapely 
breast. I could feel the bare skin and the nipple hard under my palm. My cock 
hardened as I pressed the firm shape. I reached over to feel her other breast: 
This was still in her nightie and I enjoyed the silken, rounded form.

Her hand moved over my naked belly and down to my hard cock. Grasping it, 
she murmured her pleasure. Then, louder, 'In my bottom, lover. Fuck my 
arse...you know you love it.' And she pulled me over onto my side, pressing 
buttocks up to my hard cock. 'It's oiled ready for you, lover,' she said as she 
wriggled against me. My cock was resting on the spot of her lovely little ring, 
and without using my hands I eased my knob into her. She sighed quietly, 
pushing yet harder onto me. One arm under, the other arm over, I fondled her 
breasts as my cock, unguided, eased deeper and deeper into her. 'Long and 
slow, lover....'

As I slowly pushed and pulled I could feel her hand working between her legs. 
With my free hand I felt the smooth, feminine contours of her body, moving 
ever closer to her busy little fingers. Finally I reached and replaced her fingers 
with mine. Increasing the tempo of my thrusts, I grasped her lovely little penis, 
gently rubbing it up and down in rhythm with my movements. 'That's 
beautiful, lover,' she sighed. 'Don't stop, that's just right.....Now ram it home, 
faster. Harder. Faster.' Rubbing her cock firmly and freely now, I was close to 
coming. With three great shoves I came in her, and felt her cum well up from 
her little cock and splatter my fingers. We lay quiet and just before I went to 
sleep with her in my arms, still cradling her limp cock in one hand, I felt her 
bottom expel my cock.

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In the morning, the summer sun streamed through the open windows. I could 
hear the doves calling from their roost in our old barn. Beside me Lynn still lay 
asleep, her head on the pillow, lying on her back. One breast was still exposed, 
and gleamed ebony-black. Her shaven head gleamed from the oil she liked to 
apply (and elsewhere!). God! She was lovely.

I woke her with a kiss on her nipple, and the smell of coffee filled the room as 
I poured two cups.

I just can't keep my hands off my lovely transexual partner. But she declined 
my advances this time. 'I'm going riding with Gwendoline...you know, our 
new neighbour at the Old Vicarage. After, I'll bring her back here...and have a 
go for her. You hide and watch and wait for a signal. If I manage to seduce her 
perhaps you can have her as well.....she's very lovely. Just our type....' I kissed 
her. 'You're too good to me. But you're right. I'm looking forward to seeing 
her and from what you say, I should make sure I'm still randy and full of it in 
case the chance arrives.'

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I was in the kitchen when Lynn let Gwendoline in. She had ridden over, and 
was flushed.....clearly excited. Though whether from the friction of the saddle 
or more innocent exhileration who could say? And what gentleman would dare 
to guess?

'Let me help you with your boots.' I pulled Lynn's off first, enjoying kneeling 
in front of her as she heaved against me. Then Gwendoline's. She pushed her 
firm-muscled thigh against me as I tugged off each boot. I could feel my cock 
twitching...and there was something in her eye that told me she was no 
stranger to mistress-slave scenarios. At least in her fantasies?

Gwendoline took off her riding hat and shook out a mass of golden curls.

'I've got some work....I've got to leave you.' I pecked Lynn on the cheek and 
withdrew. I could hear Lynn telling her guest I was a writer as I went to my 
office-cum-study. Clearly young Gwendoline had been aroused by her riding, 
and I had no doubt my lover would have her. And I might!

I sat in my armchair  and uncovered the CCTV screen using the remote. I 
switched it to the kitchen. They were drinking gin by the look of it. Still 
standing. I turned up the sound...Lynn was doing most of the chattering.

'Your hair is quite lovely, Gwendoline. I'm so envious. I hate mine so much 
that I always wear a wig. I like a dark wig, like this one. But Bob likes a 
blonde one. He says the contrast of blonde hair and an ebony skin is so sexy. 
But, in my country, that combination really only means one thing. Tart. And an 
expensive one at that!' She giggled. 'Can I touch your hair?' And without 
waiting for a reply she stroked the flowing tresses, and again, and then touched 
the young woman's neck, 'You wouldn't believe how golden, honey-blonde 
hair turns men on in my country. Forbidden pleasures.' She, and I, could see 
Gwendoline's bosom heaving beneath the tight, high-necked white sweater. 
She leaned towards Gwendoline.

A momentary pause, and then her face so close to the blonde's. 'So very 
exciting....forbidden pleasures.' A pause. The question was clear. The girl 
moved so-slightly towards her, and she kissed her full on the lips. Gwendoline 
resisted one split second and then threw herself into the embrace. I enjoyed the 
show, and especially their hands caressing each-other's bottoms beneath tight 
fitting jodhpurs. Belly rubbed against flat belly, bosom against bosom. I 
counted a full minute before they broke apart, both breathing heavily, and the 
white girl flushing.

They broke apart. 'I never...'Gwendoline started. But Lynn interrupted her.' 
Let me show you my room....' Gwendoline nodded, blushing, but clearly 
eager, her face flushed and her nipples standing clear through the knitted silk 
of her sweater.

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The remote again. I reset the screen to our bedroom. I stripped, and slipped on 
a favourite thin silk dressing-gown. I loved the texture of this, especially 
against my bottom and thighs.

They entered, Lynn leading the way.
                                                                                          

'What a smashing bed!' It is a four-poster....so useful for some of our games. 
Sexual variations, as it were.

'Come here!' Lynn dived onto the bed and opened her arms. 'Come here and 
try how bouncy it is!'

The blonde lay down more circumspectly and Lynn took her in her arms. 'Kiss 
me.'

They embraced, writhing for at least five minutes before coming up for air. I 
stimulated my prick as their hands wandered over each other's still fully-
clothed bodies, searching for openings, under, in, up. 

Lynn with a sudden movement pulled her blouse off, over her head in one 
sweeping motion, her tits small, hard and taut with her hands stretched up over 
her head. Pulling at Gwendoline's white silk jumper she freed it from the 
jodhpurs' waistband and pulled it up over her blonde curls. Her white tits were 
full, rounded, pink-nippled. Taking first one nipple and then the other in her 
mouth my lovely shemale negress sucked at her lovers' breasts, then crushed 
her own into them. My cock strained at the sight of ebony and milk-white 
bosoms pressed together.

As they kissed, Lynn's tiny hand stole down the front of the blonde's trousers, 
feeling her flat belly, and then nuzzling her mound: the girl's legs opened 
involuntarily and I could see busy little fingers playing in her cuntlips, making 
sexy little jerks under the thick fabric.

'Let's undress properly....I can't wait to feel you all over....'

'I haven't done this since I left school....' Franticly they tore off their 
trousers....no panties on either of them. In a moment Lynn was laying between 
the girl's legs and licking at her clit. Gwendoline sighed, wriggled, moaned, 
muttered endearments. She had seen Lynn's arse cheeks but not yet her 
'cunt'....she was in for a surprise soon , I thought. I wanked gently, through the 
silk of my gown, as her tongue worked away supping the clear-flowing cunt 
juices from the curly, honey-blonde twat. I could see Lynn's lovely little prick, 
standing just as I most liked it. God! I could suck it now, I thought.

As Gwendoline started to come, Lynn cleverly disengaged herself while still 
working at clit and cunt lips with both hands. Without stopping this massage 
and without interrupting her partner's orgasm one second, she knelt over her 
face, unseen by the girl whose eyes were shut in her ecstacy. Lowering her 
slim hips, she put her slim black cock into her mouth. So far into the orgasm 
was she that Gwendoline didn't notice the anomaly.

Gradually her orgasm subsided and she had a sudden shocked realisation she 
had a cock in her mouth, and not the pussy she might reasonably have 
expected. I could see the double take on her flushed face....not the first such 
I'd observed over our three years together!. But she didn't stop, Re-doubling 
her sucking and caressing cock, balls, and bottom cheeks with both hands. I 
had to stop wanking for a moment....it was nearly too much for my self-control 
and drops of cum appeared in the eye of my cock.


Lynn was now shagging the buxom lass in her mouth, her face close up to the 
girl's pussy but no longer sucking at her. Faster and faster, and finally she 
came, Gwendoline gagged as hot spunk hit the roof of her mouth but she kept 
on and suck-swallowed all.

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They were lying side-by-side for a few minutes. Gwendoline broke the silence. 
'That was lovely....but how do you keep your secret?'

'I ask lovers not to talk about me....any more than I'd talk about you. I love 
men and women, and so does my Bob....so that's no problem.'

'Is Bob good.....?'

'The best I know. For one thing he's big. I measured it once. More than ten 
inches!'

'Good lord! How do you do it?' She touched Lynn's cock. 'I mean do 
you?....Or does he?....'

Lynn laughed. 'We both do, as the desire takes us. I suck Bob, he sucks me, he 
fucks my bottom, and loves me to fuck him. We're both bisexual.'

'Ten inches! I should think the two of you would be quite a sight. He's very 
handsome, you know.'

'Why not? If you want to watch I'm sure he'd love it. Look. I'll get him.' and 
without risking waiting for an answer she picked up the bedside phone and 
called me. I switched off the CCTV and answered,

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On the bed I took off my silk gown, and asked Gwendoline to 'grease me up.' 
Taking a dollop of oil she rubbed it the length of my cock, not stopping but 
enjoying the feeling and making a job of it. 'That'll do. I want to come in a 
warm, tight place. You can wank me later....Now Lyn's arse, so she enjoys it 
from the very first moment....' And Gwendoline gently massaged the ring. 
'That's right. Loosen it for me. Fuck her gently with your index finger....is that 
right? Can you feel the rim relaxing? Good. Then, now a second finger too, 
and move them gently in and out. Yes. The full length. The trick is to relax 
and wake it up, sensitize it. ' Lynn was wriggling with pleasure, both actual 
and anticipated.

'That's lovely. But I want that cock.' She lay half on her side presenting her 
lovely bottom-cheeks to me. Her cock was still limp from her oral sex with the 
blonde. I placed the knob and Gwendoline watched rapt as I forced it in, inch 
by inch. Once in I moved slowly, long strokes, as Lynn likes.

'Look, Lynn's getting hard again,' said Gwendoline, and held the stiffening 
prick in her hand, white on black, her long red nails gently scratching at the 
underside of the tiny, circumcized cock.
                                                                                 

'Press your bum against me, Gwendoline,' said my little shemale, and let me 
have you from behind.' She looked doubtful. 'Not in your bottom. In your 
lovely cunt. That's what I want.....your lovely hot cunt.'

Lynn was now sandwiched between a strong white male and a buxom white 
female, a cock in her arse, and her cock in a lovely moist cunt. We moved as 
one, my hands moving out over the hard body of my usual lover to caress the 
ampler curves of the blonde. It was too much for Gwendoline who came, 
moaning, almost motionless, as Lynn held her cock deep in the girl's vagina, 
titillating her clit with both hands. I felt Lynn's rectum contract on my cock as 
she too came, spurting hot spunk into the constricting vagina. It was too much 
for my over-stimulated prick and I came, deep in Lynn's arse.

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I played with one pink nipple and one brown as we chatted, Lynn smoking a 
cigarette and Gwendoline a small cigar. We explored Gwendoline's 
experience and found it was pretty limited. Apart from a few girlish fumbles at 
boarding school, a zipperless fuck on holiday when her husband Lionel's back 
was turned, she had really only ever had him. But he had a few bizarre 
practises to liven things up.

'He's into bondage. He buys a lot of bondage mags and films, and like to be 
tied up. He has me whip him....'

'Do you like that? Does it make you hot?'

'Yes. From the very first time. I love it. In fact we like it so much we ration it a 
bit. Saturdays only. Or in hotels. It really gets me going. I'm getting hot again 
just talking about it. He's not as big as you, though, Bob.'

'Why not bring him round for dinner Saturday....and we'll all three give him a 
session to remember. Don't tell him about this;' she put Gwendoline's hand on 
her cock.  it was agreed and Gwendoline settled back for an exhibition of gay 
oral, with Lynn and me putting on our best movements while she happily 
wanked to several completions.

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Dinner Saturday was a happy occasion. Just the four of us, Lionel and myself 
in djs and our wives in stylish but sexy gowns. We were well into the brandies, 
laughing, slightly tipsy, when I suggested we stroll over to the stables. 'It's a 
lovely night and I've got something Lionel should see.' The girls gaught each 
others' eye and giggled.

The outer barn of the stables was still warm from the summer's sun of the 
afternoon and smelt sweetly of hay. The only light was a dim bulb in one 
corner and was barely enough for us to see each other. Lionel followed me till 
he was standing immediately under the block and tackle used for heavy 
weights in the barn. I winked at Lynn who said, 'Now close your eyes, Lionel, 
and wait for the surprise.'

                                                                   
As he stood there, Lynn shut a hand-cuff on one wrist, fixed the other cuff to a 
chain, and Gwendoline heaved at the chain until he was stretched, protesting, 
from the ceiling, on tip-toes in his dinner jacket. 'Oh do be quiet, Lionel,' said 
Gwendoline, 'You know you love it really!' Since he continued to protest and 
insisted he be released she gagged him with a leather strap lying on the bench 
with other tack.

In front of him, and in full view, Lynn clasped Gwendoline in her arms and 
kissed her long and passionately. 'I'd like to see your husband naked. Shall we 
strip him?'

'Yes...I bet he won't mind being stripped naked by two pretty birds....'

They pulled the jacket and shirt over the free arm, then cuffed that naked half 
to the chain, freed the other hand, and completed pulling his dress shirt and 
jacket off. I was amused to watch him wriggle and try to protest through the 
rather cruel gag. The other wrist was now fastened, and the block and tackle 
adjusted so his feet barely touched the ground.

'Now his trousers!' laughed Lynn. 'Fair does...you've seen my man's cock. I 
bet he's got a big one too.' She felt, groped really, his cock and balls through 
the black trouser material. Gwendoline pulled his shoes and socks off while 
Lynn undid his belt and let his trousers drop to his ankles. She reached inside 
his boxer shorts and fondled his cock and balls. 'He's not quite hard yet, but I 
doubt whether he's as big as mine!'

She pulled the trousers over the ankles and slowly, slowly eased his shorts 
down. She made him step out of them.

The two girls stood back in front of him. His chest was hairy and his build 
stockily muscular...I could see he even had hairs on his back and shoulders. 
His cock had got to half-erect and hung in a gentle arc...I could feel mine 
stiffening. Under his gaze I reached for his wife and pulled her to me. She 
didn't resist. Quite the contrary, her hands were even now seeking out my 
cock. Her dress was low cut, a vision in black silk. I had been looking forward 
to this all through the dinner. Every time she bent forward to speak, or eat, I 
had been treated to a glimpse of her milk-white cleavage. Her tits did not need 
the platform bra to give the rounded orbs that rose from the silk. I leaned over 
her and licked first one rounded breast and then the other. Out of the corner of 
my eye I could see sweat on the brow of our captive as, silent and gagged, he 
watched his wife being fondled. Lynn joined me and we each licked one white 
breast while both of us fondled her bottom through the thin black silk

Lynn took the initiative first and unzipped the back of the dress. Sandwiched 
between our two bodies the dress did not fall to the ground yet, but merely 
slipped an inch or two , revealing the perfect breasts we both knew, and both 
lusted for. I took a rose-pink nipple in my mouth and felt it stiffen, just as my 
cock was hardening.

While Lynn fondled her other tit and whispered in Gwendoline's ear, some 
loving obscenity I assume, Gwendoline was reaching down into Lynn's 
bodice, so shining white against her ebony skin. She sighed as her palm found 
the firm, small breast and pressed it. I moved a moment, and Gwendoline's 
dress fell to her ankles. She wore no panties, and her stockings                                                                    
were hold-ups. I found myself lusting for those long legs and slim ankles, trim 
in black patent-leather stilettos. I was caressing her naked bottom cheeks.

'Undress. Undress you two. I want.....'

In a moment I was naked, my cock standing to attention. I could see Lionel 
staring at it....probably the biggest he'd ever seen, I thought. Lynn stripped to 
her white suspenders, white stockings and white high heels. I saw Lionel's 
eyes narrow as he realised this lovely little negress in fact had a cock, and a 
pretty little hard one at that. About five inches long, and slim, where he might 
have expected a plump and moist cunt.

Lionel was still not completely hard. He must have had some fear, to dampen 
his ardour. 'Watch this!' said Gwendoline. 'He's the real thing, a real 
masochist! Just watch this! I guarantee I get him hard She picked up a woven 
horse-hair riding-crop and standing behind him swung it hard against his 
buttocks. He flinched but his cock twitched and rose a few degrees. 

Gwendoline brushed the points of her tits across his back and reached round to 
lift his cock and balls with the end of her whip. 'See! Quite an improvement. 
You'd think the sight of his wife having her tits sucked would make him hard, 
but he really need this.' So saying she whipped him five or six times in quick 
succession, and indeed he did harden until the whole length swayed as he 
responded to the stinging pain.

Together, as one, Lynn and I reached for his cock. I got there first and felt the 
length of its shaft while Lynn cradled his balls. The skin was tight and crinkled 
as she teased it. Then Lynn's hand joined mine on the shaft and we gently 
wanked it. I would have loved to suck it....but this was not quite the scenario 
we'd worked out. My other hand combed through the hair on his chest, while 
Gwendoline was applying more strokes to his broad arse.

'Now I need to whip his front...so you two play with his back....'

We fondled his hairy bottom cheeks and I pressed my chest hard up against the 
curly hair on his   back while Gwendoline whipped him hard at arm's length 
with a woven leather horse whip. His cock twitched with each blow....but he 
didn't come. 'Will he come just by whipping? Have you trained him so well as 
your slave?'

No, not yet. Though we may reach that some day. No. He'll only come with a 
dildo in his arse. I normally do him with a black, shiny strap-on. But it occurs 
to me we've got the real thing here.' She grasped my cock. 'And bigger even 
than my biggest strap-on. But Lynn first. Pull that chair up and we'll watch 
while Lynn shags him. How about it , Lynn darling?'

I sat in the deep armchair, worn and tatty red leather. Gwendoline sat in my lap 
two feet from the slave, where he could see every fingering, every kiss, every 
obscene fumble between us. From what Gwendoline had told us in bed  this 
must be the first time he had watched his wife being used as a sex object by a 
nother male.Ffrom the state of his cock, the added humiliation merely added to 
his sexual excitement. 

                                                                        
As for me, I could feel the weight of the blonde on my thighs, but it was a 
welcome burden as my prick slipped up between her white thighs, the knob 
peeping crimson from them as she opened them slightly. With one hand I 
played with breasts and nipples while the other fondled clitoris and cunt lips. 
We watched as Lynn moistened her cock and, standing on a low stool behind 
him, slipped her cock into Lionel. He will have heard as his wife whispered to 
me how much she was looking forward to watching him shagged, properly, 
and not by a dildo. Lynn was deeply aroused and it was only a matter of 
minutes, a few dozen athletic shoves from the lithe, firm-muscled buttocks of 
my lovely little shemale, when it was obvious from her panting and 
increasingly vigorous  shoves that she was coming, pumping spunk deep into 
our captive. As he felt the hot rush inside him, and heard the whispered 
obscenities , Lionel's face contorted and he came: white spunk shot from him , 
arcing through the air, a drop landing on Gwendoline's bosom. I reached down 
to her tit and licked it clean even as we saw the second, third and fourth spurts 
hit the hay-strewn boards of the floor, and at last dribble down his standing 
cock.

Lynn removed her prick, shining with her cum, and caressingly licked the 
captive's cock clean of spunk, wiped her own cock on his discarded shorts 
and, giggling, knelt in front of us. She kissed my knob as it peeped from the 
white flesh of plump thighs, her hands resting on those lovely thighs. 'That 
was good. Your man has a real talent.'

'And I'll tell you what...he's a repeater. Whip him again and he'll get hard. 
Shag him, and he'll come! Just try!'

I squeezed from under Gwendoline and took up the short, stinging whip. Lynn 
sat on Gwendoline's lap and the blonde fondled her limp cock with one hand 
and the firm, flat belly with the other. standing in front of Lionel, my cock 
waving with each gesture, I whipped him up and down his chest, belly and 
thighs. His body reddened. Lynn moved and now sat beside Gwendoline, the 
two crushed into the deep leather chair.. Her fingers threaded through the curly 
blonde cunt hair, combing it, and stretching the skin at the same time. 
Gwendoline wriggled, and whispered. I could hear Lynn whispering too as her 
index finger sought out the pink clit, hard and visible between the excited, 
plumping, opening lips. I caught the gist of what she was saying, as, doubtless'  
did Lionel. 'I'd like to shave your cunt, oil it, and then suck it till you come 
and come and come and come.'

'And I'll suck this hard, springy little cock till it's ready for my cunt....' They 
wriggled together, white breast against black, hands on clit and knob, watching 
while I lashed Lionel's arse, forcing him to watch his wife's seduction. He was 
hard again, as Gwendoline promised. I couldn't resist it, and knelt to take his 
knob in my mouth. It was salty from his cum. The girls protested. 'No! 
Buggery! Bum him! We want to see him buggered, really buggered by a 
massive tool. You can suck him another time. we want to see him come.'

Half reluctantly I let his knob slip from my mouth and went behind him. I 
applied spit to my knob. I pulled his hairy bottom apart and placed my knob. A 
change to have a really male arse to fuck! One long push and I was in to the 
root. What with fingers and my shemale's prick, the way was very open. And 
lubricated by her cum. Long, slow, and thorough, I buggered the head master 
(for that was his profession!). I could feel him leaning into me, swinging from 
his wrists as I increased my speed and force. I reached in front and tweaked his 
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thrusting ever harder, ever faster. With no warning the crisis came, and I 
whispered in his ear that I was about to fill him with hot spunk, and I pumped 
the accumulated jism of an hour of a voyeuring, fondling, kinky session. I 
could feel his anus contract as I came and we again watched the spunk spurt 
from his cock.

The two girls were finishing an animated and successful sixtynine on the bare 
boards in front of him as the spunk spurted over them. They climaxed at that 
moment, showing the power of one orgasm to trigger others.

Later, dressed again and sipping brandies. Lionel admitted the obvious...that 
he'd enjoyed the session. 'I was whipped as a boy, and the first time I ever 
came was being whipped. But that was close to my deepest fantasies. You've 
no idea how liberating it is to have your sexual fantasies worked out. I feel a 
great calm and satisfaction. And you, my dear, are really the best of both 
worlds. I envy you her, Bob.'

'And I envy you him, Lynn.' She giggled. 

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It would be three or four days later that Gwendoline phoned. She wanted Lynn, 
who was out, but we chatted anyway.

'I was going to tell Lynn, but I'll tell you, Bob, and you can pass it on. You 
know I don't have much history....perhaps I normally scare men off. Well I 
don't know whether our fun last Saturday released something, and men aren't 
so afraid to make passes now, but I've just had some surprising sex. You 
wouldn't believe it.

'I was just clearing up in Matron's office when I was grabbed from behind, a 
hand on each of my tits. I felt his behind me, and could feel his cock through 
my dress and panties. As I turned he kissed me on the lips. Can you guess 
who?'

'The sportsmaster?'

'What Dennis? No! Try again.'

'Horace, the handsome history guy...'

'No! You'll never guess. I'll tell you. It was the Padre!'

'The old sod! Who'd have guessed it. Tell me more!'

'You're right about the sod bit! Well, still squeezing my tits he pushed me 
across the room, his cock right up against my bottom, and bent me over 
Matron's desk. I could feel my cunt getting all slippery....I wanted him, and I 
said just one word....Yes. I felt him lift my skirt. and pull my panties down to 
my thighs , before he shoved his cock home in one fast thrust.


I've never been able to come from behind....unless my clit is wanked as well. 
But this time I felt the soaring as he rammed it in, his thighs smacking my 
bottom with every stroke, and his  feeling my tits through my clothing. I 
started to come and he went at me even harder, telling me he could feel my 
cunt gripping his cock. I expect that brought him off because at the very peak 
of my orgasm I felt him come in me.

'I was amazed to feel he was still hard in me after such a come! Lionel is soft 
for some time after.'

'Me too, I'm afraid.'

'Well, he stayed hard in me. But he pulled it out and pulled up my knickers. 
His robe fell back into place, but I could see the bulge still there.

'He told me he wanted to see me naked so he could enjoy my body. I wanted 
him naked too, and told him so, and we decided to use Lionel's study...as he 
was teaching the next period.

'Sounds as if the Padre might make a useful addition to our Saturday night 
parties, ' I said.

I'm glad you said that,' she replied.' And I'll tell you why later. Well, in the 
study we stripped off. he's got a good body. Lean and rangy. hard but small 
muscles. His body hair is still black despite his grey hair. And what a cock. 
Very, very erect. A strung bow!

'We lay on the couch, and he played with my tits, making the nipples stand, 
and squeezing them till they were so sensitive they nearly ached. What I 
needed was another orgasm, to relieve them. I felt his cock, feeling the spring, 
the hardness under the silky skin, and playfully springing it against his flat 
tummy. I was feeling his hard little buttocks, and even let my finger rest on his 
arsehole, the way men like.

'This was his cue. He lay on his back and I sat on his cock. As he reached up 
to fondle my tits I lowered my cunt onto his hard cock and sank until I had the 
full length. I could feel the heat of my cunt rising even without moving, but 
when I started bouncing up and down I started my second orgasm. I came 
while he lay beneath me....he didn't. I was too quick for him.

'We were motionless for several minutes except for the contractions of my 
cunt round his fully-engulfed cock. Then he started moving, thrusting upwards 
with his thighs, gently at first, but with increasing urgency. My twat was now 
very tight around him and I was moving in rhythm with him. I found myself 
beating his chest with my fists, and screaming out in pleasure as he tweaked 
my nipples, and we came together.

'It was at that moment Lionel came in! We'd been so excited by each other 
that the period had flashed by and we hadn't noticed the time!'

'Shit!' said the Padre. Most unecclesiastic language! But then, he was in rather 
an un-religious position. Still hard inside me!


'Don't worry!' I said, 'Lionel likes this sort of thing.' And I lifted myself from 
his cock, turned round to face it, and lowered my cunt onto his face. The cock 
stood erect, twitching slightly. And remember, he'd already come twice. Still 
hard!

'Lionel was stripping off and I watched him remove his pants. He wasn't hard 
yet, but his cock had lengthened showing he was getting excited. He straddled 
the supine Padre and lowered himself till the cock , still shining with his cum 
and my juices, was touching his arsehole. With a sigh he lowered himself 
gently, until he had the full length in his arse. And he started to shag the Padre. 
Typically, with a cock up him, his prick went hard, and I could reach out to 
wank it as he moved up and down, his hands on the chest, playing with his 
nipples, and fondling his pecs.

'I was shagging the cleric's face, raking my clit and open lips down it, getting 
the full effect of his nose and stiff tongue, running up and down my slit from 
clitoris to the very back of my cunt. With each stroke his tongue penetrated 
me, and he was licking the flowing cunt juices. I came again!'

'This third time, my clit got sensitive and I leaned forward so he couldn't 
reach it. He continued to fondle  my hips and bottom cheeks as my husband 
moved up and down on him. Lionel was incredibly hard, and I knelt forward to 
take his smooth knob in my mouth, sucking for a moment. But the Padre 
pulled me back onto his face. I felt two hands part my bottom cheeks and his 
impudent tongue penetrate my anus, moving around, and in and out, in rhythm 
with the thrusting of his cock, thrusting up to meet the downward lunges of my 
husband.

Probably the stimulus of having his tongue in a pretty little anus brought him 
off. I heard him utter most un-clerical terms of endearment as he came, still 
tonguing me. As usual the feeling of hot spunk rushing into his rectum brought 
Lionel off. His first spurt of spunk flew across between us and splattered on 
my tits. The second, lower, hit my belly. Then it dripped down onto the Padre.

'I knelt forward, first licking the spunk from his hard stomach. Then taking the 
whole cock in my mouth, sucked Lionel till his cock was clean. Lionel 
massaged the cum on my belly and breasts till it had all worked in, leaving 
nothing but the scent of hot spunk behind.

'Later we three lay side-by-side on the couch, the two men fondling my tits, 
belly, bum and legs. I asked the Padre how come he was so very virile....he 
must be fifty!

'He replied it was continual practise. If you don't use it, lose it, he laughed. He 
confessed he mad a point of shagging all the pupils as soon as they reached the 
age of sixteen, in fifth or sixth form. There weren't many who escaped him, 
and certainly no pretty ones. And to keep up with their demands once they'd 
tasted the forbidden fruit he had to have three or four every day. Hence his 
fitness and sexual versatility.

'I hope you won't be appalled if I tell you I go both ways, and have the pretty 
or handsome boys as well as the lovely , leggy teenage girls.....'


                                                                  
Lionel laughed. 'Not at all. You can see I like a cock in my bum, and I love a 
gay sixtynine. And Gwendoline would love to have a woman....but doesn't 
know how to go about it. She had to make do with Lynn. Do you know her? 
She's the wife of our neighbour, Bob.'

'I've seen her. The lovely little toy negress! I'd love to have an hour or two 
with her. The school doesn't recruit enough little african or caribbean girls for 
my taste! You should do something about that, Lionel. And more asians too, 
especially chinese. I love their delicate limbs and smooth skin! And their 
pretty little pouting cunts are nearly hairless, you know. Good to suck!'

I felt a finger slide into my bum. I wasn't sure, but guessed it must be the 
Padre. Lionel wouldn't be interested for at least an hour yet. 'Tell us about 
your favourite fucks at the moment. Among the pupils I mean.'

'Well, as it happens they're both boys. I'll tell you how it started. You know 
Will Hooper?'

'The Captain of Rugby? He's very handsome.'

'Bob,I tell you, he's not only good-looking, he's like a God! About six foot. 
Blonde, short curly blonde hair. And his body! Well he's muscular without 
being heavy. A dream. But back to the Padre's story.....'

'Will Hooper came to my study with a problem. He was worried because he'd 
fallen for another boy....do you know Alain de Coutances?'

'Yes. He's a very pretty boy.'

'You'd like him, Bob. He's a dream in the opposite way to Will. Very slim, 
slender and small. About five foot six. Darkish hair, and olive Mediterranean 
skin. Very boyish......almost girlish...about the build of Lynn, really....except 
no breasts of course! But back to the Padre.'

'Will confessed to me he just couldn't get young Alain out of his mind. He 
blushed and told me he got hard whenever near him, and at night he had to 
jerk off thinking about what he'd like to do with him or else he'd never get any 
sleep. He was worried he might be 'turning gay'. as he put it.

I told him no-one 'turned gay', and that in my opinion most men were capable 
of enjoying the body of a girl or a boy. Nothing wrong with that! I persuaded 
him to be completely honest with me , completely open. And it all came 
tumbling out. He told me the two of them were regularly sucking each other 
off. Nearly every day. And when they could find a quiet place, Will would 
shag the younger boy in his arse while Alain wanked himself off. Will didn't 
take it in the arse himself. He blushed when I suggested perhaps he should. It 
would be fairer on his partner. And you never know, it might be good. I told 
him that most men liked it when they tried it!' 

                                                                           
'I asked Will whether he still wanted girls as well. He said yes, but he wanted 
Alain more. So I suggested a test, to reassure him, and put on a blue video. A 
very ordinary one of two girls playing with each other and sucking each other 
off. As I expected Will was hard in seconds at the sight of fairly ordinary tits, 
bottoms and moist cunts.'

'I reached over...we were sitting side-by-side on my settee...and touched his 
trousers on the outside, running my hand down the outline of his erection. See, 
I said, you go both ways. You like the boys, but you like the girls too. That's 
lucky for you. I go both ways too, and I'm grateful for that. I think the trick is , 
not to allow anyone to make you feel guilty when you're your age. Then you'll 
enjoy all sorts of fun, all your life. I squeezed his cock and was rewarded by 
him stretching out his legs and opening them wider. He told me he'd never let 
anyone make him feel guilty...it was only natural, after all.

'I had to agree! I put on another video, of a handsome man and a very pretty 
young girl. I explained to him I hadn't put it on first as we wanted to know 
whether he would  be aroused by the girls. And this boy here is enough to 
arouse anyone! As it is we knew it was the girls , and he had nothing to worry 
about. He was a lucky chap, I said, unzipping him, reaching in for the warm, 
hard erection nestling inside his jockey pants.

'I knelt and sucked. Then, after a moment I wanted it too. I suggested we 
undress and have a sixtynine together. So this athletic young man and I lay 
side-by-side, cocks in mouths, hands fondling bums, and taking pleasure. I 
came first, and instead of sucking him to completion, sealed our new 
relationship by kneeling for him to bugger my arse. Which he did gently, but 
thoroughly, athletically.' The Padre told me he arranged for the two boys to 
move into one set of rooms so they could enjoy each other more easily and 
more often, and asked Will to send Alain in to see him that evening after 
chapel.

In the summer evening, then the young french boy was sitting beside the 
Padre.

'Well, young man, I must congratulate you. You have managed to get the most 
good-looking and virile boy in School to fall in love with you. I've arranged 
for you two to share rooms together. How does that please you? He must have 
been tipped the wink, because instead of thanking me he gave me a great big 
kiss, full on my lips.

'Instead of letting him break away I held him and prolonged that kiss while I 
felt his waist and the top of his hips, through his shirt.

'At last we broke apart....more to get our breath back than anything. I started to 
undo shirt buttons, slowly at first, then tearing at them in my eagerness to be at 
him. We both stood up and tore our clothes off...Alain until he was naked 
except for tiny, stretched red silk  open-crotch women's panties. Will hadn't 
told me about this...no wonder he was in love with the little darling. Very sexy 
(I love sexy undies, and especially on a pretty boy. Obviously bought in Paris!) 
His cock was perfectly framed, and I couldn't resist kneeling in front and 
sucking it, taking the full length in my mouth, as he pressed his fine, slim hips 
against me.

'Finally I knelt him against the settee and wanked his stiff little cock while I 
reamed his bottom, gently shagging him. I had meant to pull out, and spray 
over his lovely back and                                                              
knickered bottom, but in the event we came together, he over my hands, and 
me deep in his rectum.

'Well,' said the Padre, 'I have to shag boys and girls every day, but at the 
moment I spend some time with Will and Alain in their rooms or my study 
every day. So they're my favourites, at least for the time being.

Gwendoline paused on the phone. 'Are you still there, Robert?'

'I'm here. I didn't dare interrupt it was so good! You've given me a hard-on 
with your stories. Lynn's away in town shopping, so unless you come over I'll 
have to wank. And that'd be a waste of a good hard-on.'

'I'm feeling randy too. I'll be right over. Oh1 Before I ring off, I'm glad you 
think the Padre could grace our little orgies because I took the liberty of 
inviting him over to The Hall Saturday. And I asked him to bring Will and 
Alain. Alain is clearly a tv and it would be good to dress him. And it would be 
good for him to meet Lynn, and see what the possibilities are for him. We'd all 
enjoy a teenage tv. Perhaps Lynn could look out some undies, shoes, dresses, 
wigs etc. He's much nearer her size than mine!'

'Sounds very good! In the meantime get that buxom body over here. My cock 
wants your hot cunt!'

                                               ..............................................

Saturday evening the Padre, the two boys, Lionel and Gwendoline walked over 
from the School, down the village street to The Hall. Robert met them at the 
door, in dinner jacket of course, and led them into the long hall, a splendid 
late-medieval reception room. Introductions were made and the ladies 
complimented on their gowns. Lynn was really sexy in an off-the-shoulder 
scarlet silk dress revealing more of her ebony bosom than it hid, and showing 
her legs almost to the crotch. Gwendoline was more discrete, but only because 
she had walked through the village, in a light silk, flowing chiffon gown. All 
the men and boys were immaculate in djs.

After accepting a drink and a bit of social chat, Gwendoline suggested to the 
Padre he and Alain come and see the surprise she had for the boy.

In a guest bedroom clothes were laid out. Gwendoline put her arms round the 
boy's shoulder and whispered to him: the Padre sat in a deep, wide armchair 
and sipped his cocktail. She slipped her hand in Alain's waistband, and sure 
enough felt silk or satin undies. 'The Padre told me you liked panties,' she 
whispered close to his ear. 'Don't be embarrassed. I'd like to dress you in silks 
and satins completely, and transform you. Would you like that. No don't 
answer. This tells me you would.' She was feeling his prick harden under her 
fingers, down his trousers, but through the silk.

'I've dreamed of it Mrs...I mean Gwendoline. Would you?'

                                                                           
'Get undressed, and we'll start.'

The boy, blushing, took off shoes, socks, dj, shirt. Leaving naughty little 
scarlet satin panties stretched across his slender bum. 'And those too. You'll 
want to wear a completely matching set to look your best tonight.....' He pulled 
them slowly down, showing the Padre and Gwendoline his nice little cock, 
half erect, graceful.

'Now, first the suspender belt. Let me show you. You want to fasten it in front 
of you, then twist it so the bow is at the front again and the straps hang even. ' 
The suspender was shiny black satin, quite deeply cut, with black lace trim and 
a little scarlet bow. 'Now the stockings. Have you ever worn stockings before? 
Lord! What we have to do to make ourselves pretty!'

'I have got a pair. And I love the feel as I rub my legs together. I do hope these 
are shiny , glossy, when they're on. Glass-finished. They're the sexiest. Do you 
think Will will find this all sexy?' He giggled. Embarrassment gone. Enjoying 
himself now.

He rested one foot on the bed as he rolled the sheer black nylons first up one 
leg and then the other. 'Let me help you do up the straps....that's awkward. 
That's right! You do the front straps and I'll do the back.' As she knelt before 
him she couldn't resist placing a fleeting kiss on the knob of his half-erect 
cock. She felt very tender towards this lad taking the first steps in completely 
fulfilling his fantasies, and smiled as the prick twitched in appreciation.

Absent-mindedly, the Padre rubbed his cock, noticing the contrast between 
olive skin and black satin undies.

'Now the shoes. Lynn had chosen a pair of scarlet stilettos...the same red as the 
bow at the front of his suspender belt .Here, put these on and look at yourself 
in the long mirror. See how shapely they make your ankles and legs. And how 
your little butt juts now! You've got lovely legs! No wonder Will's in love 
with you. Now walk up and  down a bit to get used to them, and so the Padre 
and I can enjoy looking at you, the way your pretty bottom moves as you walk 
on stiletto heels.

He walked up and down both because he had been told to, and because he 
thought he looked and felt quite wonderful. 'I feel different already. This is 
lovely.' He did a pirouette in front of the Padre, cock hard now, standing 
almost horizontal in front of him. The Padre, musing, rubbed his own prick as 
he sat in the deep chair.

'And now the panties. Slip them on...'

Black satin panties, simple and unadorned. High cut, they covered little of his 
bottom, but served to accentuate the slender, almost feminine, rounded lines. 
He rubbed his palms over his satin-clad hips, and round to the cheeks of his 
bottom. 'That feels so sexy.....'

'I can see that!' Gwendoline laughed. 'What a lovely boner!' Playfully, she 
grasped his cock through the panties and rubbed it up and down twice. 'Now, 
that will destroy the line of your gown....which is quite a problem for 
transvestites. What to do about the boner! Some wear a                                                                              
sort of belt contraption that pulls it down between their legs, out of sight. 
You'll probably want to do that when you go out clubbing, or want to pass as a 
girl for the night.'

'Clubbing? Do you think I could. As a girl?.....With Will?'

'And why not. You're very pretty...even without make-up. But tonight it's 
better to let it rise free....everyone will enjoy that more...including you.'

'There's the same problem with your tits. Really for a fine gown you need to 
wear falsies under a bra or basque. But tonight I suggest we keep it simple, and 
you wear this lovely loose, silk blouse. Your nipples will just about show 
through the white silk and tempt your friends. What do you think?'

'I'd love to wear a satin bra to match my panties and sussie, but this blouse is 
very pretty, and a lovely texture, and a black bra would show through it I 
think. He slipped it on and sure enough his nipples showed, erect, hard little 
nubs under the fine fabric.

'A mini-skirt, we thought. But one that comes off easily. For sex of course! 
This one is fixed with velcro at the waist, and you just have to tear it apart at 
the right moment.' She fixed the skirt round his waist, and smoothed it over 
his hips. It only just covered the bottom, and was slightly pleated, so it rose to 
reveal his panties as he walked.

'Now to the dressing table. Make-up is difficult. But you'll learn. Always use 
too little rather than too much. Luckily your skin is so fine you don't need 
much, and you're nearly hairless even without the help of hormones!' She 
made him up. 'Now the wig. Natural is best...but you could wear brown or 
auburn with your colouring. Now watch how I pin it in. And comb it into 
shape. There! Transformed!'

And indeed he was. a ravishingly beautiful teenage girl had emerged from the 
crysalis. And didn't he know it! He smiled at himself in the mirror.

'I'm going to call myself Alice. Will you call me Alice when I'm dressed, 
Padre? He went over to the Padre and sat on his lap, and kissed him. Alice was 
very aware of the erection pressing up into her lightly clad bottom cleft. You'll 
still love me, want me, when I'm a girl, won't you?'

'Of course, Alice. But I'll want to bugger you and suck you like the pretty little 
boy I used to know. You really are lovely, now, Alice. 'The Padre's hands 
were seeking out the cock through the satin and silks, and finding it, gently 
wanked it, until Gwendoline had to point out that the others were waiting for 
them. Impatiently she guessed.

                                              ........................................................

In the hall they had stripped Lionel and strung him up, an iron collar around 
his neck as well as the usual cuffs, chains, and spreading gear. In front of him, 
on two double divan beds brought down on Saturdays, lay Robert and Will, 
fully dressed, wwith Lynn between them. She was                                                                       
still dressed but they had pulled her gown down a bit, to reveal naked tits. Will 
was sucking at one black  nipple while Bob was fondling the breast his side.

'See we waited for you.....And who is this vision of beauty?'

'This is Alice. Isn't she lovely?'

Bob got up, went over to the teenage shemale and kissed her hard, his hands 
feeling for and fondling her bottom under her short, short skirt. 'Now. Alice. 
How would you like to get to whip your Headmaster?' he asked. He's asking 
for it, and loves it....and we could watch while we get undressed.'

'I'd love that Mr....Bob. I can see he can't scream...that gag looks pretty 
professional. ' Alice selected a short, springy whip made of woven strands, 
and going behind the painfully immobilised figure, gave him a stinging swipe 
across the fleshiest part of his buttocks. His body arched forward. She reached 
round and felt his cock. 'Harder than it was. But still not quite ready! ' 
Another thwack. Again she reached round the front. 'Now it's completely 
erect. That's better.' And another swishing blow. 'I know a lot of boys and 
girls who'd like to do this to you, Mr Headmaster.' Thwack!

The Padre was stark naked now, as was Bob. Lynn and Gwendoline had 
stripped off partly, Gwendoline down to expensive-looking gold satin bra and 
panties, and Lynn down to tiny white bikini panties, that almost glowed 
against her black skin. The Padre had slipped his hand down the front of them, 
and through the transparant panel at the front they could see his hand grasping 
the small but perfect prick, hard and springy as Alice's whip. Gwendoline was 
enjoying licking and pressing her cheek on Lynn's breasts, while Lynn fondled 
Gwendoline's breasts through the shiny satin bra, one finger down into the 
cup, titillating the nipple into erection. The Padre had a cock-stand.

Naked now, Bob stood behind Alice as the girl-boy whipped her Headmaster. 
His hand still up her skirt, Bob was enjoying the fine play skin and firm-
muscled flesh under his palm as the bottom cheeks moved with the exertion of 
the whipping. He recognised the skirt as one of Lynn's and knew how it 
operated. Taking Alice again in his arms, he tore the velcro and let the pleated 
mini drop to the ground. His erect, naked cock ground in against the black 
satin covered cock, while two hands parted the satin-clad arse cheeks, and 
wallowed in the pleasure of the slippery silk.

He whispered in Alice's ear. 'Why not bugger him? The others of us would 
find that very exciting to watch. And think of it...buggering the Headmaster. 
Every time he takes morning porayers you'll be able to think, I've had him! 
Here. I'll help.' He pulled down the front of the black knickers and allowed 
the slim white cock with its crimson helmet to peep out. The Padre's cock 
twitched in anticipation, and Gwendoline felt her cunt get even wetter at the 
sight. Bending down, Bob took the cock momentarily in his mouth, but just 
long enough to lubricate it. Then he led him by the cock to their whipping 
frame and positioned the knob in Lionel's arse. 'Now push!'

                                                                                        
On the bed, directly in front of Lionel, his wife Gwendoline was busily 
sucking young Will's knob, her hands roving ecstatically all over his athletic 
body, kneading biceps, squeezing pectorals, feeling his shoulders and bottom. 
Will lay there passively accepting the older 
woman's worship of his virile form, and concentrating on making it last. Much 
as he enjoyed her mouth, he intended to come in her sweet, juicy, cunt.

 Lynn had her face against that same sweet cunt, pressed up against the gold 
satin crotch
while she pushed it to one side with her nose in order to get at the hard little 
button and wet slit. In her turn, Lynn's cock, now slipped round the side of her 
panties, was in the Padre's mouth, fully in, right to the very hair, his tongue 
working round it to stimulate her. For his part, no-one was playing with his 
stiff cock....that could wait!

Bob watched Lionel closely as the young boy-girl buggered him. The man's 
cock twitched and a drop of cum appeared. Pressing his own cock against the 
still-clothed arse, he whispered in the she-male's ear. ' Don't come yet. He 
always comes when spunk is pumped into him....and we don't want that yet. 
Hold off. And pull out when you're on the point.' So saying, he pressed his 
cock harder against the satin, enjoying the feel, and promising himself a go at 
this beautiful bottom in due time. A tiny drop of cum shone on her panties 
where his cock had rested.

'Look at your wife now, Lionel. Doesn't she enjoy that lad's cock? One of 
your own pupils, and look how she gobbles down on it. Look how her tongue 
runs up and down the vein at the front. I bet she can't wait to swallow all his 
young jism! Still, you'd rather be buggered and beaten than have your cock 
sucked by those lovely red lips! Wouldn't you?'

This teasing was nearly too much for Alain-Alice, who had to pull out from 
the profferred arsehole. Lionel sighed, and his disappointment was written all 
over his face, despite the gag, as Alice slipped her still hard cock back into her 
satin knickers, making a quite delightful tent.

Now the group had split in two and was getting down to serious action. Bob 
could see someone had removed the girls' panties...the gold and the 
white...though Gwendoline was still wearing her gold satin bra. The Padre was 
deep into Lynn's arsehole as she knelt before him, her perfectly rounded 
bottom moving to meet his long, slow thrusts. This man of the cloth shagged 
to perfection, Bob thought, whether cunt or arse, woman, boy, or trannie.

A yard or two away, on a mattress in front of the whipping frame, Bob could 
see Will shagging his Headmaster's wife under the very eyes of that abject 
wimp. The blonde athlete was lying on his back, with the equally blonde 
though infinitely fleshier female body on top of him. Tits upwards, his hands 
caressing one breast through the gold satin, while the other had found a way 
down inside the bra and was tweaking a nipple. Her cunt was filled with his 
cock and she was moving from side-to-side, while he moved with difficulty up 
and down beneath her, Her fingers parted her golden cunt-curls, and were 
rubbing cunt lips, and pulling at her hard clitoris.

Bob whispered to Alice as he still fondled his cock and bottom. 'Let him 
down. Remove the gag and make him suck his wife's cunt while Will fucks 
her.'

                                                                       
'I like the sound of that. And look at the Padre. I'm almost jealous seeing him 
buggering like that. I'd love a cock up me now!' But Lionel was unchained, 
one hand released from  the handcuffs so he could crawl, and the gag removed.

'You stopped! You stopped and I was about to come. 'His free hand was 
resting on his bum, and his index finger was probing the void left when the 
cock deserted his anus, 'Please put it in again...I was so close!'

'Who said you could speak, you miserable academic...' She whipped him, a 
springy cut across the arse. 'You be silent. Kneel on all fours. And take your 
finger out of there.' She lashed him again, ensuring his continued erection. 
Grasping the chain from his collar as if it were a bridle, she rode on his back 
and guided him over to the shagging couple. 'Now lick your wife's clit while 
she's shagged by your head-boy. And while I ride you and whip you. And no 
licking that cock. I know you lust after your pupils, but it is your wife you 
must satisfy now.'

Kneeling, Lionel licked at Gwendoline's cunt as it moved about beneath his 
face. His cock was swollen with the excitement of feeling the weight of a silk-
clad bottom on his back, the smooth nylon stockings grasping his waist, the 
whip lashing his arse, and the humiliation of having to suck his wife while she 
was fucking. This was close to heaven for him....if only he had a cock up his 
bum!

Also the excitement of this long-desired cock. Oh how he'd lusted for this lad, 
and now here was the cock just an inch or two from his own lips! It was too 
much. Abandoning the cunt, his tongue licked the length of Will's shaft as it 
went in and out.

Alain couldn't see this, but Bob could. 'Who said you could lick his cock? I'll 
whip you for your impertinence.' And Bob's hunting crop descended on the 
pinkened arse cheeks. Chastened, the Headmaster returned to his cunt sucking, 
with vigour, his tongue pressing really hard up and down over the clit. 
Gwendoline was starting to come. In his excitement at his wife's orgasm, 
Lionel reached for his cock with the un-handcuffed hand and wanked it.

This brought instant retribution. As Gwendoline finished her noisy orgasm, 
cunt filled with young cock, and clit mouthed, Bob stopped him. 'And take 
your hand away from your cock, you little wanker! That cock is for us, not for 
you.' Bob whipped him hard several times across his broad back, 'We've been 
too generous with you giving you a cunt to suck. You just take advantage. 
We'll fix you....Alice, butt plug him. The gear is over there.'

From a side table Alice brought over a black rubber plug. It was already 
greased up. Sitting on the slave's back as he knelt on all fours, she inserted the 
conical plug into his arse, then roughly forced it further and further. The way 
had been opened by the earlier buggering he'd had.

A miracle of self-control, Will was still shagging Gwendoline, this time from 
behind as she knelt in front of him. He'd got her bra off now and was using her 
tits to control her movements.


                                                                               
The butt-plug was now fully in and kept in place by a rim at the end, round 
which the anal sphincter could grip. However, to ensure it remained in place, 
Alice fastened the three straps , one round his waist, and the others round his 
thighs. A chrome ring had been welded into the end of the plug and onto this 
she fastened the handcuffs. His prick was still rigid as his face ground into the 
carpet.

Alice abandoned him and went over to join the Padre and Lynn. She roamed 
her hands over the lovely transexual's brown skin, feeling the firm but elastic 
tits, perfect, and her long, quite muscular thighs, smooth and rounded. Laying 
on her back she managed to get her hand onto the lovely little cock, and then 
her mouth round it. As Lynn moved back and forth with the Padre's fucking, 
her cock slipped into and out of the young tv's mouth. As Alice tickled her 
shaven balls it overcame Lynn, who spurted into the novice's mouth.

Bob first ran his hands over Will's nearly hairless body, then parted his arse 
cheeks and licked and kissed the completely hairless arsehole. His tongue 
penetrated and fluttered, titillating the anus he believed to be virgin. He 
withdrew it. 'Oh! Don't stop!That was lovely!' Will groaned, still rhythmically 
shagging the moaning Gwendoline. Seizing his chance, Bob dipped his fingers 
in the vase of oil on the side-table and gently rubbed the exposed ring. His 
finger tip slipped in and he gently vibrated it. Then slipped as far as the 
knuckle, and moved slowly and softly in and out. The boy was groaning and 
wriggling his bottom in delight.

His cock up a lovely blonde, and a finger sensually masturbating his bottom. 
Almost unbearably sexual. Bob slipped a second oiled finger into him, and 
then a third as well. Now the youth had the breadth of a big cock up him and 
was taking it.

Bob removed his fingers and again heard the protest. 

Across the room the Padre was still bum-fucking his lovely transexual, but 
Alice had swallowed all the cum and was now kneeling behind him. Her 
panties pulled down tight across her thighs, she was shagging him, her cock 
plumbing his innermost parts. The Padre looked over his shoulder and with 
one hand was caressing the nylon thighs of his young bugger. As he watched 
he could see Bob's progress, and realised that virgin arse he had so lusted after 
would soon be broken in and available to him. He redoubled his fucking in the 
excitement of this thought, squeezing firm brown tits to steady himself.

This was Bob's opportunity and quickly oiling his prick he presented it to the 
totally relaxed arsehole. It slipped in and up, in and up, in and up. The lad 
groaned his pleasure as his own shagging of Gwendoline increased in speed 
and violence. His thighs crashed against her rounded bottom, while his own 
muscular bottom crashed against Bob's thrusting thighs. Gwendoline was 
coming yet again, screaming in delirium. Will was next, an immense and 
flooding come after so much waiting, and then Bob into the arsehole, no 
longer virgin.

The Padre watched Will's orgasm, provoked by the cunt his cock was 
occupying and the cock that occupied him. It was all too much even for the 
stern will power of this man of god , who came, thumping into the welcoming 
bum. As he came he felt the young tv shoot into him. They all collapsed in a 
heap on the mattress.

                                            ...............................................

                                                                              
It was three days later, mid afternoon when the Padre rang Bob. 'I've got three 
lovely little girls here from my fifth form catechism class. How about coming 
over and helping out?' Bob could hear girlish giggles on the line.

It took him few minutes to half-walk half-run through the village to the 
School. His cock was hard in anticipation, and he had that tight feeling in his 
chest that presages heavy sex. How often he'd clandestinely watched these 
nubile girls as they laughed, through the village, so innocent, yet so aware of 
their own sexuality! Without knocking he let himself into the Padre's rooms. 
The sight that greeted him was entrancing : he made a classic double-take. 
Three lovely young girls as promised, naked, and in the midst of them the 
naked, bony frame of the Padre.

The group separated...untangling of arms and legs, twinkling of little plump 
cunts. 'This is Mary...' The plumpish brunette sedately and properly shook 
Bob's hand, incongruous as her tits bobbled in contrast with the formality of 
the gesture. Her skin was of a whiteness, her hair of a blackness, and her cunt 
hair bushy over her plump mound. One day she would be fat, perhaps, but in 
her early teens she still had a young girl's waist and was very, very sexy, with 
shining, deep , dark eyes.

'And this is Tracy.' Tracy is a sexy little blonde, natural, with blonde cunt hair 
too, the little that she has. Rose pink nipples and a wide, sexy mouth. All lips, 
mouth, and pink, pouting cuntlips, through the light, blonde fuzz.

'And Betty.' Betty is a redhead with a mass of long auburn hair tumbling loose 
over her shoulders and halfway down her back. Her cunt is smooth shaven and 
lightly oiled, and gleams in the afternoon sunlight. Her plump cuntlips are 
slightly parted...Bob supposed a mouth, or perhaps fingers, or perhaps even 
that stringy, springy cock had been at them...and he could see the hard clit 
poking out , proud. But her tits! Her tits are what he saw as she too shook his 
hand. Conical, incredibly defying gravity. Long, tall, sharp, hard-nippled. Hard 
enough to poke your eyes out.

'Tracy, come here. Mary and Betty, get Uncle Bob ready.'

Willing hands stripped him in a trice and fondled his body as they did so, 
especially his balls and erect penis. Bob himself was fondling firm teenage 
flesh, and especially breasts of a firmness he'd forgotten in a life of great 
sexual variety. They took him back to his own teenage years, and back rows of 
cinemas.

'Come here, Bob. You two girls give us a show. Like I showed you last 
classes....'

Tracy sat on the settee between the two reprobates. A tit for each mouth, 
licking, kissing, sucking roseate nipples and sweet, white, young flesh. Their 
hands met over her cunt, tweaking hairs, kneading lips, rubbing the hard little 
nub. She held a prick in each hand and stretched out , opening her legs still 
wider. As the show began the Padre spread her cuntlips                                                                             
with thumb and forefinger, allowing Bob to rub up and down the exposed , 
slick, slippery, aroused crack, and especially her erected clit.

She opened her legs still wider as she wriggled with pleasure, her tits enjoying 
the attention of two mouths and tongues. She was making little squeaking 
noises, and whispering, 'Lovely! Don't stop! Please.'

The two girls had been kissing and caressing to amuse the grown-ups. Now 
Betty was down on Mary, her strong, pointy breast rubbing on the brunette's 
cunt. Bob found himself lusting after those breasts, despite the lovely pair he 
was playing with. They looked so appetising, especially gleaming with Mary's 
cunt juices. Scarcely squashing as she rubbed her tit against the clit and up and 
down her partner's cunt, the beautiful breast was whipping Mary into a 
passion, not merely show now. She moaned and writhed, dragging her cunt 
against the hard nut of the nipple.

As if hypnotised, Tracy stopped wanking the two cocks, though she held them 
firm, 'Mary loves having a girl...she's terrible....look.' Tracy could whisper in 
both ears as the two males sucked at her breasts. 'But what she especially likes 
is to be buggered. We used to think it's because she's scared of getting 
pregnant...she's catholic.... She always has the boys bugger her when we have 
our pantie-parties in the dorm. And it always makes her come if she's got a 
boy's cock in her bottom. And she must prefer it in the bottom because she 
even has the Padre in her arse, and we all know he's safe. ' Bob could feel her 
slit getting juicier and juicier as he caressed it and slipped his forefinger into 
her. She came immediately she was penetrated, raising her flat belly as she 
lifted her hips in orgasm. The Padre abandoned his fun with her breast and 
nipple and kissed her full on her lips as she came. Bob looked at Mary's arse. 
'Yes! He thought. That's for me. I like buggering, too!'

While our threesome was progressing the two girls giving a lesbian display 
had changed positions. Their legs intertwined, cunt against cunt, breast to 
breast, kissing passionately, they were indulging in a bit of girlish shagging, 
stimulating each other by rubbing clit on clit. Tracy kept up her commentary. 
'Everything about Betty if firm....her arse, her breasts, her belly, her nipples, 
and especially her clitoris. It get so hard and long when you suck it that she can 
get it right up into me in that position. I bet she's got it up into Mary...and I bet 
her finger's in Mary's bum.'

Bob got up from the settee, and squatted beside the two girls. He couldn't 
resist putting his hand between the two young bodies.  So he could cup one of 
Betty's tits. And his other hand reached under the intertwined bodies. Yes, her 
finger was in the rounded bum....He added to their growing ecstasy by 
squeezing one lovely breast and caressing the other girl's bottom while 
whispering sweet obscenities and invitations. Their wriggling increased and 
hugging, clasping, caressing, penetrating, the two girls came. 

Betty got up, laughing at her successful love-making, and joined Tracy with 
the Padre. Bob was left with Mary, and as he fondled and caressed her, he 
whispered in her ear. 'I love your bushy little cunt, Mary. Why does Betty 
shave hers?'

'She says she doesn't like the bright red hair on it. I like it bare like that don't 
you?'
                                                                           

'I think yours is nicer, Mary.' He was twining her pubic hairs between finger 
and thumb, as if spinning yarn. As this tended to stretch her cunt-lips, Mary 
was enjoying this. He pulled the lips apart using these new threads. 'And I love 
your pink clit.' He pinched it between finger and thumb. 'But most of all I love 
yourlhairless little bottom.' He tapped her anus with his forefinger, spreading 
cunt-juice down over it. 'Did you like Betty's finger in here. Yes, I saw what 
she was doing, the naughty little girl.' His finger penetrated her anus, and he 
slipped it in and out, softly, slowly, masturbating her. He was careful also to 
masturbate her clitoris at the same time with his other hand.

'Oh! That's nice, I love it that way. '

'How did you learn? Do you like this up there?' He lifted her hand and placed 
it on his cock. Her fingers curled round it and gripped it.

'Mmmm. I love it up there, as long as you keep on doing that. She touched his 
fingers as they wanked her clit, and then her hand returned to caressing his 
prick. 'It's my brother. He taught me how to do it....some boys showed him 
how nice it is. And then he showed me.'

'I think I'd like to meet your brother .'

'Put it in me , Mister...I mean Uncle Bob. I'll put a pillow under me. It's best 
that way.' She lay down on her back with her legs open, raised her hips, and 
slipped a pillow underneath. Her cunt was wide open, but more interesting at 
the moment was the puckered ring of her anus,  a little rose, slightly open at 
the centre from Betty's and his fingering. As he played with her clit, he could 
see the anus close slightly, and then open again. He wondered if the movement 
was controlled or involuntary. He would ask her later. For the moment, she 
was too good to think too much about. Beautiful, upright tit, with never a hint 
of a sag-crease as she lay back, her hands behind her head, waiting for him. He 
moistened his knob, and placed it in the part-open anus. A push, and he was in. 
As he paused, motionless, he could feel it gripped, released, gripped again.

'That's clever, Mary. How do you do that?'

'I've always done it. I practise with my finger in there, so I can learn to grip it 
better. I love that feeling. Don't stop on my little nub!'

He re-commenced his masturbation of her clit, with one finger entering her 
cunt and slipping out with each upward rub on her 'Nub' as she called it. And 
he was fucking her anus now, long, slow, deep and thorough.  He could feel 
her excitement rising, both by the gripping of his prick, and by the moistness 
of her cunt. Her face was flushing and her eyes rolling.

'Now Mister. Now. As hard as you want.'

He allowed his full weight to fall on her tits, crushing them against his chest, 
his hands under her shoulders now. Their lips met in a hard kiss, stifling her 
happy cries, as he drove into her ever harder and ever faster. Her hips were 
grinding beneath him, and he had to concentrate on                                                                                             
keeping his cock in her. And then he felt his orgasm mounting, even as hers 
was. He came, his tongue invading her panting mouth, feeling the spasms 
shake her under him.

When they had found themselves again after these shattering orgasms, Mary 
pointed across the room, giggling.

Bob had to laugh, too. Tracy was kneeling against the settee, with Betty riding 
on her back. Thus, the Padre had two naked bottoms directly in front of him, 
as he knelt. And two sets of nearly naked pink  lips, which he was treating 
equally, with three shoves into one, and then out and three shoves into the 
other. Both little girls had hands beneath them, fingering their open slits.

'Betty will be first.'

'How do you know?'

'She always is! There she goes!' Betty was panting, and now, yes, shouting. 
The Padre had  abandoned the blonde cunt, and was concentrating wholly on 
Bett's shaven lips, churning, and forcing, as she came. Then, as her spasms 
decreased, down again to Tracy's cunt. He reamed it, and with her busy little 
fingers helping, and his hands under her, tweaking her tits, Tracy came as well.

The Padre and Bob helped the girls to dress, and then put on their own clothes.

'I'm particularly keen that these girls should have a very thorough sexual 
education. It occurs to me, it might be a good idea for one of them to visit you, 
and of course your 'wife'. What do you think?'

'I'd love that, of course, and Lynn would be in heaven! '

'Good. Now who first?'

'Me! ' All three girls cried out at once 'Me first.'

They cut the cards, and it was the shaven cunted Betty, with her hard tits, who 
won. And accompanied Bob back to The Hall, where Lynn, with her delightful 
surprise was waiting. 

                                                        The End 

