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Tales of a Suburban Sex Goddess Ch. 01

By: LC10



Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Graham found it strange arriving home from work now that the children were gone; almost like starting again; a second honeymoon. Beverley was pottering around in the garden looking radiant, relaxed and happy. A tall elegant woman with long blond hair and a perfect hour glass figure that a woman half her age would die for. He approached quietly as she bent over a flower bed noting with pleasure the top of her full firm breasts visible below the neckline of her sun dress; she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Finally, becoming aware of his approach, she stood up smiling to greet him. Graham put his arm round her waist and kissed her lightly on the cheek His hand lingered round her waist just long enough for a perceptive observer to recognise that a strong sexual attraction existed between the handsome couple. It also enabled him to detect that she apparently wasn't wearing any underclothes.

Beverley looked at her husband and thought, not for the first time, what a dangerously attractive man he was. He was not a good actor and women quickly picked up on how susceptible he was to female sexual allure. Quite simply he found women utterly irresistible. They strolled back into the house together.

'Oh, by the way, our holiday photos have arrived back from the film processor,' she said

Graham sat down in an arm chair and accepted the proffered package from her.

'Are they any good?' Graham enquired.

'No, they are rather naughty as you very well know,' Beverley joked as she sat down on the arm of his chair.

Graham opened the package and took out the photos. They were mostly nude and semi nude photographs of Beverley with a few of Graham sporting an erection. They always had their films developed by a specialist naturist film processor to avoid any embarrassing problems.

'Good looking couple aren't we?' he said. 'I bet the technician made a set of prints for himself so he could have a secret wank over your delectable body.'

'How do you know he wasn't gay? He might have fancied having your cock up his backside,' Beverley laughed. In truth, Beverley experienced a deliciously guilty frisson of delight at the idea of a total stranger looking at and lusting after her naked body.

Graham inserted his hand under Beverley's sundress and slid it up her thigh until he reached her shaven crotch and confirmed that she wasn't wearing knickers. Beverley had been sunbathing naked in a secluded part of the garden for most of the afternoon which had induced a feeling of warm sensual relaxation. Graham withdrew his hand and slowly unbuttoned Beverley's dress. As he suspected she was naked under her dress. He began to gently squeeze her breast and then returned his attention to her now softening pudenda. Still reclining on the arm of his chair, Beverley parted her legs to allow Graham's fingers to penetrate more deeply into her now very juicy pleasure zone. She looked deliciously desirable as she wriggled with pleasure at his insistent probing. Graham unzipped his trousers and freed his hard cock from the confines of his underwear.

'How would you like to have my cock up your cunt right now?' He asked.

What about you dinner?' she asked playfully as she gently stroked his swollen member. 

'Never mind dinner; I want to fuck you!' he said firmly as he continued to finger her. 

Her previously a tight trim dry slit had now metamorphosed into a wide open glistening lubricious pink inferno of sexual invitation. Graham had many times resolved to take a photograph of his wife in a full state of sexual arousal; but his urgent desire to fuck had always overtaken his photographic ambitions.

'Shall we go up stairs?' Beverley asked

Without warning, the front doorbell rang.

'Bugger,' exclaimed Beverley standing up and hastily buttoning her dress. She glanced out of the window. 'It's Margaret, I remember now; I promised to lend her our Tenerife holiday brochure.' As Beverley opened the front door Graham retreated to the kitchen with his cock poking stiffly out of his trousers and then escaped upstairs as Margaret was invited into the living room. 

In the bathroom Graham poured cold water over his erection to attenuate its size. When it was no longer prominent he zipped it away and returned to the living room downstairs. Their visitor had sat down where he had previously been sitting. On the adjacent table lay the holiday photo package with a nude photograph of Beverley lying prominently on top. As Beverley rummaged round in the magazine rack for the brochure Graham engaged in small talk to distract Margaret from the incriminating photographs on the table. 

Five minutes later Margaret got up to leave.

'Do you think she noticed your photographs?' Graham asked when Beverley returned from seeing her out

Beverley shrugged. 'What does it matter, anyway she's pretty broad minded. You be amazed the things we discuss at our coffee mornings. You will no doubt be interested to know that you aren't the only guy who likes his wife to wear stockings and suspenders while he fucks her. It seems to be the standard form of dress round here if my coffee morning friends are anything to go by.'

'Oh God you've just given me a huge turn on; Margaret parading around the bedroom in stockings and suspenders. Tell me she wears 'fuck me' heels as well and I'll practically have an orgasm!'

'I'm beginning to be sorry I mentioned it; a few minutes ago you wanted to fuck me and clearly now the prospect of fucking Margaret is uppermost in your mind.' Beverley said caustically. 

'I would imagine most of the men in the immediate neighbourhood have secret fantasies about bedding you all the time,' Graham responded. 'Actually thinking about your coffee morning ladies, I'm not all that turned on. Barbara and Jan have got very small breasts; Brenda has got a better figure but I think it's only Margaret I'd really enjoy fucking. Do you know if her husband favours black stockings? 

Beverley, who was becoming irritated by the turn of the conversation, got up and retired to the kitchen and began banging plates and cutlery about. Graham realised that dinner was now back on the agenda and sex was definitely off.



Tales of a Suburban Sex Goddess Ch. 02



Chapter 2 The Naked Barbecue

In the week before the poolside barbecue, Beverley had been spending all her spare time sunbathing nude in the garden to acquire an all over tan.. She had also waxed her already shaven pubic area. As a final touch, to eliminate strap marks, she had not worn underwear for two days. Beverley's friend, Dorothy, had indicated that the dress code for the barbecue was pretty informal with most of the guests opting for complete nudity.

The day of the barbecue was warm and sunny as Beverley and Graham set off in the late morning with a few bottles of wine, chocolates and a case of lagers. 

'Do you know who's coming to Dorothy's barbecue apart from her husband?' Graham asked.

'I believe Dorothy's sister will be there with her partner Gerald and a daughter from her first marriage. I think the other guests will be a few of their immediate neighbours.'

'And how old is her daughter?' Graham asked.

'Graham!' said Beverley sharply and smacked in on the thigh.

'Just curious,' Graham responded.

'I bet you are. Just curious indeed! I know exactly what you are thinking.'

'Well tell me; is she a virgin?'

'I've no idea; I doubt it. But do you seriously imagine an eighteen year old girl would fancy someone practically old enough to be her grandfather?' 

Suitably chastened Graham relapsed into to silence; Beverley, however, was all too aware of how woman of all ages found her husband extremely attractive.

After a few wrong turns they finally arrived at their destination, an elegant Georgian House set in extensive grounds. The open front door was an obvious invitation to walk straight in. In the hall they were greeted by a man wearing a bathrobe who strolled in from the conservatory.

'Hello, you must be Beverley and Graham; I'm Dorothy's husband Mark. Oh I see you've brought some supplies' shall I take them? Thanks very much.' 

They shook hands and followed Mark into the conservatory to be greeted by Dorothy. 

'Isn't it a wonderful day,' Dorothy said. She looked at them questioningly. 'Do you want to change in the house? The others have left their clothes in here. Help yourself to bathrobes and come down to the pool when you are ready and I'll introduce you to the others.' 

'Well they seem to have everything under control,' Graham said, after their hosts left them to undress; 'even providing bathrobes to cover our modesty.'

It didn't take Beverley long to undress; she was only wearing a skirt and a blouse. She waited while Graham finished undressing and slipped on a robe. 

'Oh hello, who are you?' a girl's voice said as she entered through the door from the house.

She was about eighteen of slight build with long dark hair and firm breasts shaped like large apples. Apart from her small neatly trimmed bikini of black pubic hair she was naked. 

'I'm Linda, Dorothy's niece.'

Beverley and Graham introduced themselves.

'Shall we go down to the pool? I only came in to get some suntan lotion. It's pretty fierce down there,' Linda said, leading them out into the garden.

As they approached the pool they were greeted again by Dorothy who was now, rather bizarrely, wearing a plastic apron as was her husband Mark. Everyone else was naked. She began to introduce them to the assembled guests.

'This is my sister Sylvia and her partner Gerald. I see you've already met Linda her daughter. The two people in the pool are our neighbours and good friends Jennifer and Ken. Help yourself to drinks. Mark and I are going to do some barbecuing now.'

Graham removed his robe and threw it down on a vacant sun bed. He wasn't a bit shy about stripping in public; in fact he was rather vain about showing off his slim well toned athletic body. After a slight hesitation Beverley also removed her robe. She was immediately aware that all the men were discretely eyeing her up. Gerald got up and strolled over.

'Can I get you guys a drink,' he asked although the focus of his attention was clearly Beverley.

'Yes, I'll have a glass of white wine please,' Beverley said.

'I'll have a beer,' Graham said rather shortly, slightly irritated by Gerald's obvious attraction to Beverley. 'Shall we have a swim?' Graham suggested while Gerald went off to fetch the drinks.

'No, I want to soak up a bit of sun first; you go' Beverley replied, reclining languorously on her sun bed. Feeling slightly miffed Graham went down to the pool on his own. Jennifer and Ken were standing close together in a corner of the pool. They greeted him casually has he jumped in. He swam gently up and down for a couple of lengths before stopping to chat with them. Ken was standing close behind Jennifer and gently fondling her breasts. From the way that Jennifer was reacting he suspected that Ken had an erection.

Gerald returned with the drinks. 

'I see your husband's deserted you; a very unwise thing to do when his wife is such a very attractive woman.' 

Beverley smiled at the compliment and took the proffered drink. He lay down on the adjacent sun bed propped himself up on one elbow and without any attempt at disguise casually inspected her naked body.

'Are you a model?' he asked. Beverley smiled again.

'That's a rather obvious chat up line isn't.'

'No, don't get me wrong, I'm a professional photographer. Most ordinary women don't give such close attention to the depilation of their pubic area as you obviously do; hence my question.'

Beverley wondered if she ought to show some sign of annoyance at his very personal remarks but concluded that it would be rather hypocritical since she was lying naked on a sun bed. He caught her looking at his penis which was rather large; she hastily looked away.

'8½ inches long when erect, if you'r wondering,' he murmured.

Beverley pretended she hadn't heard his outrageous remark

'No, I'm not a model; Graham likes me this way.' She said.

'And if I might say so, without giving offence, so do I,' he smiled. 'Anyway, even if you aren't a professional model I love to photograph you some time. Get in touch if you want to, Dorothy has my details. I see you husband is returning; so I'll see you later.'

He stood up, a magnificent hunk of a man; well over six foot tall. Beverley experienced a secret frisson of lust as she imagined his 8½ inch erection.

'I see you didn't lack for company while I was away,' Graham said expectantly.

'No.' Beverley replied enigmatically. 'I think I'll take a swim now.' She was conscious of the fact that her labial lips had parted slightly and felt the need for cooling water. Once again she had the undivided attention of all the men as she sauntered down to the pool.

****

Some time later Dorothy and Mark began to serve food from their barbecue not to mention large quantities of alcohol. Once all the guests were catered for the barbecue cooks shed their aprons and sat down with their guests.

As a great connoisseur of women's breasts Graham was very impressed by Dorothy's magnificent pair.

'You didn't tell me that your friend had such a great pair of tits,' Graham said in a quiet aside to Beverley.

'I thought I'd keep that as a special treat for you,' she replied. Alcohol had repaired their slightly spiky relationship of earlier in the day.

'Could you put in a word in for me; I'd love to conduct a personal examination.'

Beverley slapped him playfully on the thigh. 'Behave yourself.'

Dorothy came over and sat down in an adjacent chair. 'Having trouble with your man, Beverley?' she enquired with a smile.

'All I said was...' 'Graham!' Beverley interrupted sternly. 

'Now I'm intrigued,' Dorothy said. There was a moment's silence. Graham looked at Beverley.

'Dorothy, you know what men are like; he just remarked what nice breasts you have.'

'Thank you Graham, you've made my day.' Dorothy replied with a smile. 'Now I really must have a rest; cooking and alcohol are beginning to take their toll.'

The combined effect of the alcohol and the heat appeared to be having a soporific effect on everybody. Sylvia, Gerald and Mark were all asleep while Jennifer and Ken had disappeared. The only person still standing was Linda who was showing some signs of distress.

''I'm feeling rather dizzy,' she said, teetering dangerously near the edge of the pool.

Dorothy came over. 'Never mind my dear I think you've had just a bit too much sun. Let's go back to the house. You need to lie down.'

'No, let me take her,' Beverley said, 'you need a break.'

'Thank you,' Dorothy said. 'Upstairs; turn left along the landing, second door on the right.'

Beverley put her arm round Linda's shoulders and led her solicitously up to the house.

Upstairs in the bedroom Linda lay down gratefully on the bed and closed her eyes. From the window Beverley looked out on the idyllic garden with guests dozing by the pool. The bedroom was cool and quiet. She felt an overwhelming desire to lie down on the bed and sleep.

****

Down by the pool Dorothy was relaxing on a sun bed adjacent to Graham. He looked around; everyone appeared to be comatose.

'You really do have got gorgeous tits,' Graham murmured.

Dorothy propped herself up on her elbow and looked at Graham noting that her 'nice breasts' had now changed to a rather more familiar 'gorgeous tits'. She could see that Graham's cock had extended slightly. She leaned over confidentially.

'I think it might be a good idea if we continued this conversation elsewhere. Would you like a tour of the garden?' 

They got up quietly and strolled casually away into the garden. Soon they were out of sight of the pool.

'It's a bit like the Garden of Eden here' Graham joked.

'Really?' Dorothy replied. 'If I remember rightly there was no sex in the Garden of Eden; and judging by the size of your erection I rather assumed you wanted to fuck me.'

Graham glanced round to check they were unobserved, put his arm round her waist, pulled her gently towards him and kissed her on the lips. Dorothy gently stroked his now fully erect cock and smiled conspiratorially.

'Come with me. I want to show you something; but keep very quiet.'

She led him up a grassy bank and signalled him to drop to the ground. From behind a group of large rhododendron they heard the unmistakable sound of lovemaking. Graham looked questioningly at Dorothy. She put a finger to her lips and gently led him to a small gap in the vegetation. Jennifer and Ken were sitting on their haunches facing one another fully absorbed in mutual masturbation.

****

Up in the bedroom, Beverley woke from a light sleep to find Linda looking down at her and gently touching her breasts.

'I'm sorry,' Linda said, 'Did I wake you? You really are very beautiful. Do you mind?'

Beverley shook her head. Linda gently traced the outline of her breasts before moving speculatively downwards.

'How do you manage to have such a lovely bare quim?' Linda enquired.

'Waxing,' Beverley replied.

Linda pulled a face

'Is it painful?'

'A bit,' Beverley replied,' but Graham likes me this way.'

'I bet he does, it's so smooth.' Linda was rubbing a hand over Beverley's vaginal area. Her fingers came to rest near Beverley's orifice. Very delicately and tentatively Linda's finger began probing.

'Oh!' said Beverley with a mixture of surprise and delight. Linda snuggled down beside Beverley before lying directly on top of her. Their lips met in a tentative kiss. Beverley was surprised how light Linda was. Linda wriggled around with undisguised pleasure.

'Ooh Beverley you have such a lovely soft springy body. I almost wish I was a man so I could fuck you!' 

Beverley was slightly shocked to hear someone she regarded as little more than a girl coming out with this mildly obscene suggestion..

'Can I kiss your cherry? Linda asked impulsively. Without waiting for a reply she swung round and straddled Beverley in the soixante-neuf position and began to delicately tongue her orifice. Linda's vagina was now very close to Beverley's mouth. She probed it gently with her fingers and observed Linda's sexual juices beginning to flow. Beverley buried her face in Linda's crotch and began to lick her cunt as they rolled over sideways; both now totally preoccupied with pleasuring each other.

****

Dorothy and Graham watched as Jennifer brought Ken to a climax; a fountain of semen rained down on Jennifer's breasts.

'A short interval before the second act I think,' Dorothy murmured with a giggle. 

'Come on Graham, I'm feeling really horny; lets go,' Dorothy whispered. 

Dorothy led the peeping pair silently away to a secluded wooded area.

'I think we are alright here and unlikely to be disturbed. The ground's a bit messy though; do you mind if we do it doggy fashion?' Dorothy asked.

'That's fine by me,' said Graham, that way I can feel your tits while I'm fucking you.'

Graham rather liked the practical tone of their exchanges. They both wanted a good fuck and that was all. Dorothy knelt down on the ground and leant forward supporting herself on her hands. She looked at him over her shoulder.

'Just feel me up a little before you put your cock in. This will be the first time for quite a while that I've had a man inside me.'

While surprised to hear what she said, he got down behind her and reached between her legs and felt her cunt. She was already juicy and wide open. He moved up close behind her, slowly eased his cock up her cunt and began to fuck her. 

'Oh God; Graham; that feels so nice; it's been so long since I've had real hard cock up there. Oh, oh, oh yes, don't stop.'

Dorothy wriggled from side to side savouring the half forgotten pleasure of a hard cock.

'Yes, yes' oh God yes, yes, that's so wonderful. Oh yes!'

Graham inserted a finger inside her cunt and began to probe for her 'G' spot. Renewed cries of delight from Dorothy signalled that he had found it.

'Oh Graham; this is gorgeous, I bet you think I'm a bit of a whore, don't you?'

'Dorothy, there's nothing I like better than a whore with big tits with her legs wide open.'

'Shall I tell you my secret fantasy?' She gasped.

'Just so long it is utterly depraved and disgusting,' Graham responded laughing.

'I'd like to be on a building site; ah, ah, ah,' Dorothy was reaching a frenzy of sexual excitement, 'one of the builders would hold me down; oh God this is nice, then they would all fuck me one after another. Oh yes Graham I'm going to come now ahhhh.' She began to squeal with ecstatic delight as Graham ejaculated fiercely and copiously inside her.

Dorothy rolled over on the ground by now oblivious to the state of the ground and still in thrall to her ecstatic orgasm. She lay on her back and smiled up at Graham. 

'Thank you Graham that was wonderful; aren't I a shameless bitch? Perhaps I ought to explain that Mark is impotent so I normally have to rely on dildos and a lot of imagination. So the real thing is a special pleasure.'

Graham helped Dorothy to her feet and tried to brush away the various bits of vegetation adhering to her body. He pulled her close to him and kissed her again on the lips. The piquant pleasure of making love to a woman he hardly knew proved to be a powerful aphrodisiac. His cock was beginning to stiffen again. Graham backed Dorothy up against an adjacent tree and entered her suddenly and forcefully without any preamble.. Dorothy gasped in pleasurable surprise. He fucked her vigorously for a further ten minute before discharging another shot of semen inside her. She felt weak at the knees and sagged helplessly into his arms, sobbing quietly with pleasure. They stood locked together in a close embrace for at least a minute while Graham's cock slowly subsided inside her. 

'I suppose we ought to get back before they send out a search party,' Graham suggested. 'We ought to have a common story.'

'Don't worry; Mark won't ask any questions, he knows I need a man from time to time.' Dorothy said quietly.

'It's Beverley I was thinking about; she's only too well aware that I like to fuck around.' Graham replied.

'Well fortunately she went up the house with Linda didn't she,' Dorothy responded briskly. 'Don't worry about imaginary problems.'

Back at the pool side Gerald and Sylvia were still dozing while Jennifer and Ken were back in the pool. 

'I think I fancy another swim Graham, how about you? Dorothy said

Sylvia opened her eyes and looked at her sister curiously, noticing the semen oozing down her inner thigh. The adulterous pair quickly slid into the water. 

****

By late afternoon the party was beginning to wind down. Graham and Dorothy had stayed by the pool after their late swim but the others were making preparations to leave. Sylvia and Gerald had returned to the house to see how Linda was while Jennifer and Ken had already left. Beverley emerged from the house now fully dressed and suggested to Graham that it was time to leave. They both conveyed their thanks to Dorothy and told her how much they had enjoyed the day. 

'Before you go I must tell you about the party we always have in the autumn. It's our lingerie party and we only ever ask our more broadminded friends. The party usually starts about 8.00 pm with drinks and nibbles. After about an hour, as the mood takes them, the ladies start removing their dresses to show off their best lingerie while the men strip down to jockey shorts and T shirts.'

'Sounds very interesting,' Graham enthused. 'We look forward to it.'

Beverley and Graham returned to the house. While Graham was dressing in the conservatory, Beverly walked into the hall and found Gerald talking to Mark.

'Is Linda alright now?' she enquired.

'Yes, she's fine,' Gerald replied. 'Sylvia is looking after her upstairs. Oh, by the way, here's my card. Please get in touch. I'd love to photograph you.'

When Graham emerged from the conservatory Beverley and Graham made their final farewells and headed out to their car.

Driving home Graham noticed how happy and relaxed Beverley was.

'Did you enjoy it?' he asked.

'Oh yes, it was lovely, did you?'

'A perfect day,' he said.

They drove on in relaxed silence, each of them thinking their own thoughts and keeping their own council. Sometimes silence really is golden.

To be continued...



Tales of a Suburban Sex Goddess Ch. 03



Chapter 3 Photographer's Model

For several days after the barbecue, Gerald's business card remained tucked away in Beverley's handbag. Her husband Graham was up in the north of the country on a business trip so was unavailable to discus it. She had mentioned it briefly to her friend and colleague Dorothy that Gerald wanted to photograph her and had detected a certain amount of hesitation from Dorothy. 

Dorothy had confirmed that Gerald was a photographer with an outstanding reputation for high quality work. However she also confirmed that he had an even bigger reputation as an opportunistic womaniser. Beverley wasn't particularly surprised by this after his advances to her at the barbecue; and also because in her view most men, including her husband Graham, were constantly weighing up opportunities for casual sex, Beverley considered herself to be quite capable of rebuffing any unwanted advances. 

That evening Graham rang to say that he would be away for several more days. Beverley reminded him that she was thinking of responding to Gerald's request to photograph her. As she expected, Graham had no objection; she knew he was turned on by the idea of other men seeing her naked.

The following day she rang Gerald's number; Sylvia, his partner, picked up the 'phone. 

'Gerald isn't here just now, Beverley, but I know he will be pleased you rang. He told me after the barbecue how much he wanted to photograph you. I'll get him to give you a call.'

An hour later, Gerald returned her call and an appointment was made for the following afternoon.

****

In the morning, Beverley spent some time grooming herself for the photo session. She had previously asked Gerald how he wanted her to dress and he had replied that it was immaterial as he was intending to photograph her nude. To ensure she had no strap marks she went bra-less; her only item of underclothes being a pair of French knickers with a non elasticated tie tape. 

As she drove into the parking lot in front of Gerald's studio, Beverley encountered Sylvia on her way out.

'Sorry Beverley I can't stay, I'm off to London for a few days to meet an old friend and take in some shows. You'll find my daughter Linda inside with Gerald, bye.'

Beverley pressed the door bell and, after announcing who she was, was admitted to the entrance lobby. She pushed her way through a swing door and found herself in a large airy room surrounded by all the paraphernalia of a modern photographic studio.

'Hello Beverley,' Linda called out from a gantry above the studio and then hurried down the staircase to greet Beverley. 'It's so nice to see you again, Beverley, I've been thinking of you ever since our last meeting.' Linda stood on tiptoes and kissed Beverley generously on the mouth. Somehow Linda's hand found its way inside her dress and was caressing her breasts. 

'Gerald asked me to help you prepare for the photo session. Shall I help you undress?' Linda asked and then, without waiting for a reply, unzipped the back of her dress. Beverley slid the dress to the floor and stepped out of it.

'Oh Beverley, you are so beautiful; can I take your knickers off?' Again, without pause she unfastened the tape on Beverley's French knickers and pulled them gently down to the floor. 'Gerald suggested that it would make you feel less embarrassed if I was nude too,' Linda said and immediately began to strip of her clothes. Linda moved closer to Beverley and kissed her passionately on the lips a again. This time Beverley responded without reserve. 

'Oh Beverley, I do love you. When can we make love together again?' she asked breathlessly. 

'Ah, the beautiful sexy Beverley,' Gerald exclaimed as he strolled into the studio; the two women quickly pulled apart. 'Linda, stop making love to my model,' he joked. He looked appraisingly at Beverley's body. 

'Would you like a glass of wine?' Gerald asked. 'It will help you to relax.'

'Yes please,' Beverley replied gratefully.

'Linda rub some body lotion into Beverley's skin to tone her up please. I'll get some wine' he said as he left the studio.

At Linda's direction Beverley lay down on a couch. She watched as Linda poured body lotion on her hands and began to gently rub it into Beverley's pliant body. She spent a long time squeezing and caressing Beverley's breasts before moving down to her thighs. 

'Open your legs for me,' Linda commanded before continuing with her massage. Occasionally she allowed her fingers to stray into Beverley's vaginal orifice.

'Red or white?' Gerald enquired when he returned carrying two bottles. Beverley opted for white and sat up to have a preliminary gulp to steady her nerves.

'Are those breasts real?' he enquired and began to squeeze Beverley's breasts in an extremely intimate manner.

'Yes of course they are.' She got up off the couch to divert him from his intimate examination of her body and perched on a stool while continuing to sip her wine. The warm taste in her throat was relaxing. 'How are you intending to photograph me,' she enquired.

'To tell you the truth Beverley, I'm having a bit of a problem. You've got such an incredibly sexy body that I'm finding it impossible to concentrate on photography. I really need to fuck you first, and then I'll be able to get down to work.' Gerald said frankly.

He walked towards Beverley and pulled her quickly to her feet causing wine from her glass to spill onto her breasts. 

'Sorry darling,' he murmured, 'but that chilled wine will perk up your nipples nicely.' Gerald began to lick the wine of her breasts. Beverley backed away.

'Gerald, I'm here to model for you not to fuck you,' Beverley said firmly.

'Oh, that's a pity; in that case there is no alternative, I shall have to masturbate,' he said to Beverley's surprise.

She watched with amazement as Gerald stripped naked and was greatly impressed once again by his magnificent physique. It was immediately apparent that his talk of an 8.5 inch erection at the barbecue was no idle boast. He looked like a Greek God intent on fucking all the women in the world. 

'OK I'm very impressed you're a beautiful sexy man, but you still can't fuck me, I'm married if you remember.' 

Gerald turned to an adjacent hand basin and washed his hands. He turned back towards her holding a bar of soap which he used to lubricate his hands before starting to caress his cock. Beverley watched with a mixture of curiosity and carnal lust. It was difficult for her avoid thinking how desirable he was and how wonderful it would be to have his large cock thrusting up and down inside her. She felt an arm round her waist and realised Linda was still in the room.

'He can't help it you know,' Linda said confidentially, 'he needs to have sex at least twice a day.' 

Beverley and Linda watched as Gerald quickly brought himself towards climax. He took Beverley's glass from her unresisting hand and ejaculated into it her wine. He sighed with pleasure and handed the glass back to Beverley.

'Have a 'cum' cocktail,' he said brazenly. 

'You know what? I think I've just decided to give up drink.' Beverley said coolly.

'Give it to me,' Linda urged and slowly drained the entire glass. Her lips glistened white with Gerald's semen. 'I don't like to see good wine go to waste,' she grinned.

'Right,' said Gerald, 'now we can get down to work.' 

For the next half Gerald took a wide range of pictures of Beverley with Linda acting as his assistant. He hadn't troubled to put his clothes back on and inevitably he soon became erect once more.

'Linda, why don't you get in the picture with Beverley,' he suggested.

Linda needed no encouragement and quickly crawled onto the posing couch and nestled up close to Beverley. Gerald took a further sequence of shots of the two girls together; but it was apparent that sexual desire was uppermost in his mind again. 

'Linda, I'm going to have to ask you to do something for me soon,' Gerald said.

'No Gerald, you know your cocks too big for me,' Linda said; looking appealingly towards Beverley for support.

'Gerald, I can't believe you are proposing to have sex with Linda. What would Sylvia say?' Beverley asked angrily.

'Don't worry Linda I'll open you up with a dildo first and use plenty of lubrication,' Gerald replied ignoring Beverley's comment. He opened a cabinet containing manacles, chains, whips and dildos. 'Come here Linda,' he commanded. Beverley attempted to get between Linda and Gerald.

'Get out of my way, you fucking bitch,' Gerald shouted at Beverley and pushed her roughly aside causing her to fall heavily onto the posing couch. She struggled angrily to her feet.

'How dare you do that to me?'

Gerald paused and looked steadily at her. A sharp frisson of fear tinged with carnality stirred in her mind.

'I think this lady needs to be taught a lesson, don't you Linda?'

'Please don't hurt Beverley,' Linda pleaded. 'You can have me any way you want to.'

Ignoring Linda's pleas Gerald grabbed hold of Beverley, easily overcoming her resistance and quickly manacled her wrists to a bar mounted high on the wall. With practiced ease he attached further manacles to her ankles, spread her legs wide apart and secured the manacles on a low mounted wall bar.

Gerald stood a few feet in front of Beverley and coolly appraised her body. He ran his hand up her inner thigh and poked two fingers into her cunt. Beverley realised that she was helpless and entirely in Gerald's power and, surprisingly, rather than fear, she had a feeling of strong sexual arousal.

'For a woman who doesn't want to be fucked, your cunt feels remarkably juicy,' Gerald said. 'So; you can either watch me bugger Linda or let me fuck you. Which is it to be?'

As he spoke Gerald continued to finger Beverley's cunt. Now, more than anything in the world, she wanted Gerald's long stiff fat cock deep inside her. Desire was overwhelming prudence.

'Well, it would definitely be more appropriate for you to fuck me rather than Linda,' she gasped.

Beverley began writhing with pleasure at Gerald insistent probing of her vagina.

'You lying bitch! Gerald said 'you know you're gagging for my cock.'

Gerald picked up his camera off the table and began to take photographs of Beverley. Finally he handed the camera to Linda.

'Linda, why don't you take some photographs while I fuck Beverley.' 

Gerald moved close to Beverley and began to squeeze her buttocks. She could feel his stiff appendage brushing insistently against her quivering body. 

'You really are a gorgeous bit of totty but you do like to put on airs don't you. Why don't you just face the fact that you're a whore and what makes it worse you don't even charge for it; you want it so much.'

Beverley felt Gerald huge cock probing the entrance to her vagina.

'I normally treat my ladies rather roughly but as you're a virgin as far as I'm concerned, I'll be gentle with you.'

Gerald abruptly thrust his cock deep inside her cunt. She cried out with a mixture of surprise, pleasure and pain. With his hands clasped tightly on her buttocks Gerald thrust his cock fiercely up and down. Beverley writhed from side to side pulling against the restraint of her manacles in total ecstasy; gasping with delight at every pleasurable thrust. Gerald grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her face close to his.

'Look at me you bitch,' Gerald commanded, 'I like to look into a woman's eyes when she comes.'

Beverley abandoned herself to the exquisite pleasure of Gerald's thrusting cock. Now nothing else mattered. She felt herself reach the limit and screaming with pleasure surged over the edge into orgasmic ecstasy. Gerald's fingernails were cutting sharply into her buttocks as he let out a groan of pleasure and released six strong salvos of semen inside her. He smacked her buttocks hard with the palm of his hand causing her to shriek with pain and then quickly withdrew his cock. Calmly he took the camera from Linda and continued photographing Beverley. She could feel his semen oozing down her thighs.

'I think we'll soon have this bitch broken in Linda,' he said sardonically. 'Next time, she can suck my cock if she asks nicely.' Gerald casually picked up his clothes and left the room. Linda approached Beverley and snuggled up close to her. 

'Oh Beverley I do wish I was a man so that I could fuck you like Gerald and make you very happy.'

The catharsis of orgasm was beginning to wear off. Beverley was aware that her arms were aching.

'Linda please, unfasten me, I'm tired,' she pleaded.

Linda did as she was asked and unlocked Beverley's shackles. 

'Oh you're bleeding,' Linda cried noticing Beverley's wrists, ankles and reddened buttocks. 'You need a nice relaxing bath.

Linda led Beverley into an adjacent bathroom with a king size bath large enough for two. Beverley watched as Linda prepared the bath before climbing gratefully into the soothing warm water. 

'Let me help you wash,' Linda whispered as she climbed in beside her. 

Beverley lay back and relaxed and allowed Linda to fondle and wash her. 

'Sit up Beverley darling; I want to soap your wonderful tits. Have you always had big tits or have they just developed as you got older?' Linda enquired.

'I think they've always been pretty large even when I was your age. Obviously they sag a bit now I'm older,' Beverley said frankly. She was enjoying having her breasts fondled by her young companion. 

'I wish mine were bigger,' Linda said. 'Do you think I should have implants?'

'Definitely not; your breasts are lovely,' she said and began to gently caress them.

'Oh my God!' Beverley sat up abruptly. 'What am I going to tell Graham?'

'Will he mind; does he go with other women?' Linda asked. 

Beverley was in a state of utter confusion. 

'He certainly gets a kick out of other men wanting me but I'm not sure that would extend as far as what went on this morning.' She replied.

'Would you like me to seduce him?' Linda enquired coolly. 'Then he couldn't possibly object could he?'

Warning bells began to ring in Beverley's brain. The idea of her husband having sex with an eighteen year old girl sounded decidedly dangerous; it might provoke unflattering comparisons with herself. She was incredibly well preserved for her age but no match for a nubile teenager; particularly one as well versed in the sexual arts as Linda clearly was.

'No I don't think so Linda,' she said firmly, 'I'll find a way of dealing with this myself'

****

Later, as Beverley drove home she felt relieved that Graham was away for a few days giving her time to consider her options. One thing she was absolutely certain about; Linda would have absolutely no trouble seducing Graham.

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Tales of a Suburban Sex Goddess Ch. 04



Chapter 4 Photographic Developments

Beverley fretted for hours about the turn of events at the photo session with Gerald and Linda; not out of any feeling of regret or shame; in truth she had thoroughly enjoyed herself. But how was she to explain, or more accurately confess, to her husband Graham. It was out of the question not to tell him, but should she reveal the full extent of what many people would regard as her rather depraved behaviour? Undoubtedly Gerald had been the main instigator but it would be hypocritical to pretend that she had been an innocent unwilling partner.

When Graham returned home, after several days away on business, he immediately retreated to his office to catch up on correspondence and paper work. He finally emerged just before seven, gave Beverley a lingering reassuring hug and poured them both pre-dinner drinks.

'So; what has the wicked lady been doing during my absence?' he enquired as they sat down facing each other.

Oh, I posed for some photos for Gerald,' Beverley said casually.

'That sounds interesting but not particularly wicked,' Graham replied.

'Well,' Beverley continued, 'he is a very 'hands on' photographer.'

'Did you pose nude for him?' Graham asked. Beverley nodded. Graham got up from his chair and came and sat beside Beverley on the couch. He placed a hand on her thigh and kissed her on the lips. 

'So what did this 'hands on' photographer do with his hands/' he murmured in Beverley's ear. 

'He felt my breasts to check if they were real,' she replied, trying to remain calm.

Graham's left hand had found its way inside her dress and was gently squeezing her breasts.

'I bet you enjoyed that didn't you?' Gerald said as he attempted to unfasten Beverley's bra.

'Let me do that before you break it,' Beverley said reaching into her dress to unclip her

bra.

Graham resumed his fondling of Beverley's now naked breasts. He kissed her on the lips once again. Beverley shifted her position so that her legs were slightly parted. Graham took this as an invitation to slide his hand up her thighs. He could feel the heat of her pubis through her fragile knickers.

'Then what happened?' Graham murmured; his voice distorted with sexual excitement.

'I spilled some wine on my breasts and Gerald told me he was unable to concentrate on photography unless he fucked me first but I told him he couldn't because I was married,' Beverley said in a breathless rush.

'Oh my God you shameless slut; you let him fuck you didn't you?'

Beverley nodded. Graham withdrew his hand from underneath Beverley's dress and unzipped his trousers to free his fiercely erect cock from the confines of his underwear. The thought of another man fucking his wife had roused him to a fever pitch of sexual excitement. 

'What can I do make it up to you?' she asked, gently touching his cock, and hoping to divert him from any detailed questioning about what had actually occurred,

'You can suck my cock,' Graham said triumphantly. 

Beverley rather disliked giving Graham oral sex but quickly realised that it would put and end to her interrogation.

'All right,' she said firmly, 'Give me ten minutes.

After Beverley left the room Graham quickly stripped off his clothes and went into the downstairs cloakroom and carefully washed his very stiff cock. Returning to the living room he stood in front of a long mirror and contemplated his well toned athletic body with his cock sticking up proudly. He was rather vain and well aware that women found him very attractive naked or fully dressed. Sipping on his glass of wine he contemplated the delicious pleasure to come when Beverley returned 

Footsteps descending the stairs prefaced her imminent arrival. She stood in the doorway her elegant long legs sheathed in black stockings held tautly in place with a six strap suspender belt; her feet shod in red four inch stilettos. She was otherwise naked. Graham surveyed her shaven pubis and her large firm breasts. Even after twenty years of marriage he was still consumed with lust at the sight of his wife's naked body. Beverley strolled over and picked up her glass of wine. 

'I think I'm going to need this,' she said with a faint apprehensive smile.

Graham remained silent and watched as Beverley knelt down in front of him and took his cock in her hand. She dribbled some saliva from her mouth onto his stiff member for lubrication before enveloping it in her warm soft mouth. There was a hot sexual silence as Beverley continued to caress Graham's cock with her warm sensual mouth. He was at a fever pitch of sexual excitement as he watched the reflection of Beverley sucking his cock in the mirror. Beverley sensed that he was about to ejaculate and positioned her mouth so that his ejaculation would not hit the back of her throat. Graham sighed with pleasure as he filled Beverley's mouth with his lust fluid. Beverley drew back slightly and opened her mouth wide so that Graham could see his semen. She reached for her wineglass, took a large mouthful, and swallowed down the sticky cocktail of wine and semen. 

Graham helped to her feet and kissed her gently on the lips. He sat down on the couch and pulled Beverley onto his lap. He parted her legs and began to finger her cunt which was already juicy and soon expanded into wide open invitation to sexual intercourse. Graham deftly slid Beverley off his lap and knelt down on the floor in front of her. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and buried his face in her wide open pleasure zone. He began to lick her cunt like a cat washings its fur. Occasionally he would insert a finger inside in search of her 'G' spot. Beverley lay back with her eyes close savouring wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. Finally she took her legs off Graham's shoulders and pushed his face away. She was totally satiated.

By now Graham's cock was stiff again so they quickly changed places. Beverley lubricated her hand with soapy water before kneeling in front of Graham sitting in the chair. She began to firmly massage his cock with her hand. As Gerald reached climax she positioned her mouth over the tip of his cock and took his ejaculation into her mouth. Once again she showed him the sticky contents of her mouth before washing it down with a gulp of wine from her glass.

****

Later that night lying closely entwined with Graham in bed in the dark, Beverley gradually confessed the full details of her sexual activities with Gerald and Linda. Graham found it hugely exciting and urgently assuaged his lust by vigorously fucking her. 

A few minutes later when she told him about Linda's proposal to compromise him by seduction he felt compelled to fuck her again. Before they finally slept Beverley reluctantly gave him permission to pursue sexual relations with Linda. Beverley fell asleep before Graham, who allowed his mind to dwell on the potential delights of having sex with an eighteen year old girl who was by all accounts a bisexual nymphomaniac. Eventually, unable to quieten his lust, Graham slipped out of bed and retired to the bathroom where he masturbated while thinking about the potential pleasures of fucking Linda.

****

The following morning Linda rang to say that proof photographs of the photo session with Gerald were now available. Beverley invited her to come for dinner that evening so that they could have a look at Gerald's work. When Graham arrived home he could scarcely contain his excitement when he heard about Linda's impending visit. 

Beverley answered the door when Linda arrived and showed her into their living room. Graham busied himself getting drinks for everyone before sitting down in a chair opposite Linda. It occurred to him that this was the first time he had seen Linda with her clothes on. 

Linda was wearing an extremely short black mini-skirt which exposed a considerable amount of her shapely thighs. Her legs were bare and she was not wearing a bra under her skin tight top. As she casually shifted in her chair Graham caught occasional glimpses of red knickers. Whenever their eyes met she instantly diagnosed the lust in his eyes.

The package of photographs lay unopened on the table. Linda wondered exactly how much Graham knew about the photo shoot. She glanced at Beverley who appeared to be totally relaxed.

'Gerald sends you his regards,' Linda said.

'Is Sylvia still away?' Beverley asked.

'No she came back today,' Linda said. 'She was very impressed with the photographs.'

Beverley flushed feeling rather embarrassed. So Sylvia knew that Gerald had fucked her.

'Shall we eat,' Beverley suggested and led them into the dining room. When Graham left briefly to get wine from the fridge, Beverley quickly explained that he knew all the details of the photo shoot...

'So I don't need to seduce him?' Linda said with a smile.

'Well he got very excited when I told him about it,' Beverley said with a grin.

After dinner the three of them sat down together on a large couch. Linda, who was sandwiched between the couple, opened the large package of photographs. First she showed them Gerald's 'art photographs'. It was immediately clear that Gerald was an extremely talented artist; the photographs were superb. There was an extra frisson of delight for Graham as Beverley hadn't told him that Linda was included in the photographs. Linda leaned forward and picked up another package off the table.

'These are what Gerald would describe as his recreational photos definitely not for showing at the Royal Photographic Society's annual exhibition.' Linda said with a conspiratorial smile. Beverley noticed that Graham was resting a hand on Linda's bare expanse of thigh; her skirt had become rumpled so that the crotch of her red knickers was visible. With the pretence of smoothing down Linda's skirt, Beverley also place a hand on her thigh.

While Graham had been aware of the full details of Beverley's seduction the erotic impact of the photographs was overwhelming. He was now in a strong state of sexual arousal. He squeezed Linda's thigh suggestively.

'I bet you would look rather desirable manacled with your legs wide open.' Graham said to Linda. 

Linda looked from Beverley to Graham and back again. 

'Which of you guys wants to have me the most?' Linda asked coolly.

'Would you mind terribly, Graham, if I went upstairs with Linda?' Beverley quickly interrupted. 

Feeling rather deflated, Graham reluctantly let the two women go upstairs. A few moments later Beverley returned smiling and suggested that Graham should join them later on.

Alone in the bedroom, the two women undressed and embraced. They began to finger each other's genitals. 

'This time Beverley I want to really fuck you like a man does,' Linda whispered. 'I've brought a strap-on dildo with me so we can both have some fun.' She glanced round the room. 'I must have left my bag downstairs. I'll go and get it.'

Moments later Graham was astonished when Linda entered the living room completely naked and picked up her bag before disappearing back upstairs.

Beverley watched curiously as Linda withdrew a black nylon harness from her bag and strapped it round her body. Next she pulled out two dildos. They were made of soft red jelly rubber; one was a thick set heavily veined realistic seven inch penis intended for vaginal sex while the other was a slimmer version for anal penetration.

'Is a seven inch cock alright for you? Linda asked in a business like tone. 'I have got a bigger one if you prefer it. You seemed to enjoy Gerald's big dick the other day.'

'Seven inches sounds fine,' Beverley said nervously. 'I've never actually been fucked by a woman before.'

'Trust me, you'll love it,' Linda said with a smile. 'And a dildo never 'comes' and gets soft before you're ready like a man's dick does,' They both laughed. 

****

In the event, Graham didn't feel right about interrupting whatever Beverley and Linda were doing together and he retired early to bed in the spare bedroom. 

The following morning when he woke he went downstairs to make morning tea for the three of them. He carried the tray back upstairs and knocked quietly on the girl's bedroom door. There was no reply. He pushed open the door and discovered that Linda and Beverley were still sound asleep. Linda had pushed the covers aside to reveal her pristine beautiful naked body. His lust was rising fast. 

He put down the tray; quickly stripped off his clothes and slid into bed beside Linda. As he gently fondled her body she began to stir and half opened her eyes. She was startled to see Graham and he quickly put a hand on her mouth to stifle whatever she had intended to say. Linda offered no resistance as he parted her legs before lying on top of her. 

Linda's cunt felt rather tight as he eased his cock inside her but he reflected that she probably hadn't had sexual intercourse all that often. He began to fuck her carefully and slowly. Linda was immediately complicit in his obvious desire to fuck her without disturbing Beverley. It became their secret game. Graham was unaware of her habitual behaviour when enjoying sexual intercourse but for him she confined herself to faint cries and gasps. Soon her spasms gripping his cock triggered his own delicious orgasm. They lay quietly entwined for some minutes as Beverley slept on beside them; finally Graham slipped out of bed as quietly as he had entered it fifteen minutes earlier and with a grateful smile was gone. 

****

Conversation at breakfast later that morning was rather desultory and they were all glad when Linda took her leave. As they waved her off Beverley thought it appropriate to apologise to Graham. 

'I'm sorry you missed your opportunity with Linda last night; why didn't you join us?' Beverley said.

'Oh I assumed the two of you were fully engrossed with each other without me getting in the way,' he replied with a smile.

Graham gave Beverley an affectionate hug and kept his own council. One day he might tell her what actually happened. On the other hand he might not. 

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Tales of a Suburban Sex Goddess Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Playing Away From Home

Graham had been away for several days on business when, unexpectedly, he found himself with a free day. In the normal course of events he would have headed straight back home but the recollection of his brief but pleasurable encounter with Linda made him consider other options. On a whim, he telephoned Linda's place of work and spoke to her. They agreed to meet for coffee early the following morning in an out of town hotel.

Graham arrived early and sat down in a secluded area of the lounge where he could see all the comings and goings. Some minutes later Linda entered and quickly spotted Graham. She casually strolled towards him smiling and after giving his a chaste kiss on the cheek, sat down beside him. A casual observer would have assumed that he was meeting his granddaughter. 

'I've got the whole day off,' Linda said by way of introduction. 'What have you got in mind? As if I didn't know. Have you booked a room?' Graham was astonished at her cool demeanour.

'No, not yet, I wasn't sure if you'd be able to stay.' Graham replied.

'Well I rather assumed you hadn't asked me to drive twenty-five miles just for a chat and a cup of coffee.' Linda replied. 

Graham was rather glad that Linda was not wearing the skimpy attire she had worn the last time they met. Her demure knee length loose fitting dress would be unlikely to attract attention as she walked through the hotel lobby. The normal form of attire favoured by teenage girls made it extremely difficult to determine if they were hookers or virgins. Linda was in a class of her own; she definitely wasn't a virgin and she had the bedroom manners of a high class hooker.

After getting Linda a drink Graham went out to reception to book a room. The receptionist showed no reaction when Graham booked a room with a double bed. He retrieved his overnight bag from the car and went up to the room for a preliminary check. It was a typical business hotel bedroom with all the standard fixtures and fittings. Graham noted with amusement that the hotel even provided a porn channel on the TV; although he was rather expecting that a nubile eighteen year old girl would provide all the necessary stimulation needed to keep his cock hard and there was always the option of the magic blue pill.

When he returned to the lounge Linda was engaged in casual conversation with an elderly couple.

'Oh hello,' Linda said by way of introduction, 'this is my dad.'

Graham nodded and smiled weakly at Linda's companions.

'Well daddy,' Linda asked sweetly, 'can I see the room you've booked for me?'

'I'll smack your bare bottom when I get you upstairs,' Graham muttered as they retreated from the lounge.

'Promises, promises,' Linda mocked. 'You go on up while I get my bag from the car.'

Back in the bedroom Graham got a bottle of wine and two glasses out of his bag. He put his jacket in the wardrobe and removed his tie.. A gentle knock at the door announced Linda's arrival. 

Linda surveyed the room as she deftly unzipped her dress and casually removed it to reveal her minimal underclothes consisting of a red thong and matching half-cup bra. Graham reflected that it was only older women who regarded stockings and suspenders as weapons of seduction. But then a girl of eighteen with a flawless complexion, beautiful hair, shapely long legs, an hourglass figure, beautiful firm pointy breasts and not a trace of cellulite didn't need artificial aids for seduction. Her body, conditioned by human evolution down the ages was the epitome of sexual attraction and unequivocally shouted 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!'

Linda slipped off her bra and eased her thong down to the floor before casually flicking it aside with her toes.

'How do you like my cunt?' Linda asked, 'I've shaved it like Beverley does. She told me you like a bare cunt.'

Graham stared lustfully at Linda's pudenda with her already partially open vaginal slit as he removed his clothing.

'You're absolutely fucking gorgeous,' Graham exclaimed in admiration; his erect cock confirming his unbridled lust. He stood behind her and allowed his hands to wander over her exquisite body. Linda wriggled out of his grasps. 

'We are going to play a little game called 'don't touch just fuck' and you have to do exactly what I say. Lie down on the bed,' Linda commanded. 

Linda opened her case and brought out two pairs of handcuffs. 

'Now I know I can't trust you not to touch so I'm going to manacle your wrists to the bed head' Linda said.

When Graham's hands were secured Linda straddled him and began to finger her cunt. In a few moments she was wide open and juicy. She moved forward so that her breasts were tantalisingly close to Graham's face before settling back down on his erect cock. He sighed with pleasure as her warm juicy cunt enveloped his straining cock. For the next few minutes Linda wriggled and writhed and fucked, her tits bouncing gently up and down as Graham strived to delay his orgasm. But the stimulation was just too extreme and soon he succumbed to the exquisite pleasure of his fierce ejaculation. 

Linda lifted herself off Graham's detumescent prick, walked over to the dressing table and poured herself a glass of wine. She stood smiling at Graham who noticed that his semen was already trickling down her thighs. Casually she picked up a tissue and wiped his sticky effusion away before coming and lying down propped up on one elbow beside him. 

'While were waiting for your dick to get hard again' how about sucking my cunt?' Linda suggested. 

She swung her leg over his body and straddled him again but this time she wriggled her way forward until she was sitting on his face with her cunt in close proximity to his mouth. Graham began to gently lick Linda's cunt and soon felt her sexual juices descending onto his face.

'Wow you're good at this aren't you?' Linda cried appreciatively.

Graham continued smoothly on while Linda writhed pleasurably on his face. After ten minutes her ecstatic cries and orgasmic spasms brought his carnal caressing to a conclusion. Graham was temporarily blinded by her sexual juices which were liberally flowing over his face. Linda came to his rescue and mopped his face dry with a tissue. 

'Unfasten me, you bitch,' Graham said tersely.

She straddled him again.

'That's not a very nice way to talk to me.'

'Linda!' Graham shouted angrily.

Linda leaned forward and brought her breasts into close proximity to Graham's face

'Kiss my tits first,' she demanded. 

After a few moments more teasing she finally unlocked his handcuffs. Graham pushed her down onto the bed.

'I ought to give you a good hiding you bitch,' Graham said, still pretending to be angry.

Linda struggled to free herself but Graham easily overpowered her and manacled her with her hands behind her back. He dragged her face down to the end of the bed so that her feet were resting on the floor. By now Graham had a fierce erection. He roughly parted her legs and gave her a hard slap on each buttock in turn. Linda yelped with pain. 

Graham glanced round the room, looking for Linda's makeup bag.

'I need some lubricant for my cock, I'm going to bugger you,' he said tersely.

He rummaged around in Linda's overnight bag until he found a suitable substance before returning and smacking her backside even more fiercely. Linda exclaimed in pain once again and then yelled loudly as Graham thrust his cock deep into her arse.

'Oh God, Graham, I love your cock up my arse,' Linda gasped with pleasure. 'I want to be your bitch!'

Graham began to make long deep thrusts with his cock while occasionally slapping Linda's buttocks causing her to cry out with a mixture of pain and pleasure. 

'Sick your fingers in my cunt and find my 'G' spot,' Linda gasped.

Graham reached down and began to feel around in Linda's cunt while continuing to fuck her bum. Soon he felt her orgasmic spasms beginning as she writhed and squealed with delight. He increased the speed of his thrusting and seconds later let his semen jet out deep into Linda's anus. Graham bent forward and squeezed her tits before withdrawing He unlocked Linda's handcuffs and helped her to her feet.

'Wow Linda, I enjoyed that, did you?' Graham asked.

'God yes I love a cock up my arse, Gerald does me at least once a week.' Linda replied.

The two of them lay down side by side on the bed. Graham looked at Linda curiously.

'Is Sylvia OK with that?' Graham asked.

'Oh yes,' Linda said casually. 'Gerald needs a lot of sex; it takes the two of us to keep him happy. And he fucks all his models as well of course.'

'How long has he been fucking you?' 

'He took my virginity on my eighteenth birthday with a bit of help from Sylvia.' She replied.

Graham decided he needed a little assistance to keep pace with his carnal Goddess. He went into the bathroom and got a Viagra tablet out of his toilet bag; then he carefully washed his cock before returning to the bedroom where Linda lay sipping a glass of wine on the bed.

'So how did Sylvia help Gerald deflower you?' Graham asked, intrigued.

'Well, as you know, Gerald has quite a big cock so Sylvia first opened me up with a vibrating dildo. Then she insisted that Gerald only put his cock half way into my cunt. But it just wasn't a problem; within seconds I was wide open and begging him to come all the way in. I'd been masturbating since I was thirteen and it was just like a dream come true.'

'So you got your first taste of sex from Gerald, your mother's lover; how very exotic.' 

'No I suppose it's not your typical teenage deflowering is it. And of course I've been spying on them together for years, as well as watching Gerald fuck his models. That was fun; they'd start out indignantly resisting before they got a sight of his cock, and then they just couldn't get enough.'

Linda put down her glass of wine and looked at Graham's reviving cock. She touched it gently and watched as it began to swell.

'What can I do for you now I wonder? I know. Are you an anal virgin like Beverley?'

'Of course I am,' Graham said indignantly. 'I don't want a man's cock up my arse!'

'I know, I know,' Linda said soothingly, 'but have you ever had a dildo up your bum?

Graham shook his head. Linda went over to her case and brought out her black nylon harness and strapped it on before fitting an anal dildo.

'Come over here Graham and bend forward over the dressing table. I promise you you'll enjoy it.'

Reluctantly Graham did as he was asked. Linda stood behind him and began to slowly ease her dildo up his bum. Graham was surprised to discover that his cock was rock hard and that he was enjoying the experience of having a dildo sliding up and down his anus. Linda reached down and began massage his cock while continuing to fuck his bum. Soon she sensed that he was about to ejaculate and swiftly picked up a small glass off the dressing table and carefully collected his spurting semen. 

'I make a good milk maid don't I Graham?' Linda said with a grin. 'I told you you'd enjoy it.'

'God that was even more enjoyable than fucking your arse,' Graham said in astonished delight. 

'Can we get something to eat soon, I'm starving,' Linda said, rather abruptly changing the subject.

After a discussion they decided to go back down to the bar for a coffee and a sandwich. They both quickly showered before dressing and heading back to the lounge. It took some time for Graham to get served and when he returned Linda was chatting with a couple sitting nearby.

'Daddy, this couple were thinking of booking a room here. I told them you'd stayed here. They want to know if you can recommend the service provided,' Linda said innocently.

Graham made some suitable anodyne response before taking Linda off to a secluded table.

'Linda, if you call me daddy one more time I'll smack your bottom so hard, you won't be able to sit down for a week' Graham said quietly.

'Oo that sounds fun; shall I take my dress off so you can spank me,' Linda said, before opening her dress to reveal her naked body. 

Graham glanced round in alarm and was relieved to discover no one was observing them.

'Linda, please!' Graham hissed. But Linda was enjoying herself.

'I know, I'll tell that nice couple over there that you spent the morning fucking your daughter,' Linda said with a giggle.

A waiter was approaching with sandwiches and coffee; to Graham's relief Linda discretely closed her dress. Graham relaxed and grinned at Linda.

'You could get me arrested you know.'

Graham looked around the dining room. Most of the customers seemed to be businessmen of various sorts going through their prescripted professional patter. He wondered how many similar mind numbing meetings he had contributed to. But at least now he was self employed, he no longer had to get involved in office politics or tow any organisation's party line. It was such a relief; he actually enjoyed getting up and going to work these days. And he got more time to do the things he really liked doing like running in marathons, listening to music and fucking beautiful women. The rest of their lunch break passed off without incident although Linda indicated that she needed to leave in about an hour's time.

'It's hardly worth going back upstairs and taking our clothes off is it?' Graham suggested.

'Oh there's one more thing I like to do for you before I go,' Linda said with smile. 'Beverley told me that you love oral sex but she hates it; so I'd like to suck your cock.' 

Graham glanced round the dining room again and wondered if there were any similar surreal conversations going on at the others tables. He rather doubted it.

'That sounds like an invitation I couldn't possibly turn down,' he said, his cock already stirring in pleasurable anticipation.

Back up in the bedroom Linda noticed the small glass containing Graham's semen sitting on the dressing table. She took it into the bathroom and rinsed it out. When she returned Graham had already removed his clothes and was standing expectantly with a rampant erection. Linda slipped off her dress, knelt down in front of him and began to suck his cock. It was immediately apparent that Linda was extremely adept at cock sucking in marked contrast to Beverley who disliked it. Graham stood in silence savouring the supreme pleasure of having his cock sucked by an expert. He began to writhe gently as his orgasm approached.

'Oh God!' he gasped and filled Linda's mouth with his strong ejaculation. As Linda pulled away streaks of semen oozed out of her lips and ran down her chin. He helped Linda to her feet and kissed her gratefully on the lips.

'That was wonderful Linda; you must come and give Beverley some tuition in the delicate art of cock sucking.'

'Are you going to tell her about today then?' Linda asked.

'At an appropriate time; we're going on a short holiday next week, I'll probably get round to it then.' Graham replied. 

'I really need to go now,' Linda said in a matter of fact manner before disappearing into the bathroom to wash her face and mouth. 

Graham helped her dress, sorry that their carnal activity was coming to an end. Downstairs in the lobby Linda waited while Graham paid the bill. The receptionist glanced curiously at Linda.

'I take it you won't require breakfast in the morning sir?' the cashier said without a trace of sarcasm in his voice.

Graham walked Linda to her car. She kissed him demurely on the cheek.

'Thank you daddy,' she said with an impish grin, before getting into her car and driving away.

Graham stared after the receding car with ambivalent feelings of pleasure and regret. Pleasure at the thought of her nubile young body; regret at how he had used her for his own selfish ends. It would be several days before he would be able to shake off his guilty feelings of remorse. 

To be continued... 



Tales of a Suburban Sex Goddess Ch. 06



Chapter 6 An Amorous Foursome

Beverley and Graham's holiday had been a very low key affair. The weather was poor and the hotel indifferent which all contributed to a rather lackluster weekend. Even the normal rise in holiday sex had not occurred. They returned home feeling rather deflated and Graham had still not had an opportunity to tell Beverley about his fling with Linda.

Shortly after their return Beverley was surprised to receive a call from Sylvia inviting them both to an intimate dinner party. Sylvia explained that she was looking forward to getting acquainted with Graham while Gerald was eager to renew his relationship with Beverley. Sylvia didn't actually spell it out but her intention was clear; they were being invited to a partner swapping party.

That evening over dinner Beverley told Graham about the invitation. He listened in silence.

'So Gerald wants to fuck you again,' Graham said finally with a smile. 'At least I'll be able to watch this time.'

'Don't tell me you'r not attracted to Sylvia,' Beverley replied.

In truth, Graham only had a very hazy recollection of Sylvia at the barbecue because he had been heavily involved with her sister Dorothy; something else Beverley was quite unaware of.

'Will Linda be there?' Graham asked to deflect his wife's question.

'No she won't,' Beverley said firmly, 'this is a party for consenting adults, not teenagers. Shall we go?'

Graham found the prospect of making love to Sylvia intriguing; he had already fucked her sister and her daughter so this would complete the family set.

'Let's sleep on it,' he said judiciously, but right now I like you to do something for me.'

'No Graham,' Beverley said firmly, 'I am not going to suck your cock you know I don't like it.'

'Actually, I had something else in mind,' Graham said. 'How do you fancy having my cock up your arse?'

Beverley stared at her husband in some surprise and wondered why after so many years of marriage he had never asked her before. Some of her friends had told her about such activity and clearly found it enjoyable. 

'All right, Ill give it a try, do you want to do it now?' 

'Of course, let's go upstairs.'

Once in the bedroom the couple quickly undressed. Beverley watched as Graham lubricated his cock with Vaseline. 

'Right, madam, if you'd just bend over and put your hands on the dressing table we can begin.'

Beverley watched in the dressing table mirror as Graham came up close behind her and eased his cock slowly into Beverley's arse. She sighed gently as moved deeply into her anus. Graham reached forward and squeezed her breasts.

'How does that feel?' he murmured.

'Yes, I like it. What made you decide to try this?' Beverley gasped.

Graham began to gently thrust in and out.

'To tell you the truth,' Graham murmured I had my cock up Linda's bum last week and we enjoyed so much I thought you might like it too.'

Beverley tried to stand up but Graham held her down.

'Graham, you bastard, have you been fucking Linda?' 

Graham reached down and began to probe Beverley's cunt with his fingers. Despite her anger she was overwhelmed by a feeling of strong sexual arousal.

'Yes, I've been fucking Linda; I spent a very enjoyable day in bed with her.'

Both of them were now totally absorbed in the urgent sexual frenzy of their coupling as Graham began spurting his semen deep into his wife's anus. After a brief pause Graham withdrew and helped Beverley to stand up. There was a moment of silence.

'We've become quite a promiscuous pair haven't we?' Beverley said finally. 

The two of them lay down together on the bed and clung tightly to each other. Soon Graham's cock was hard again and Beverley didn't resist when he entered her still juicy cunt and began to gently fuck her.

'I'm going to enjoy watching Gerald fucking you,' he murmured.

**** On the day of Sylvia and Gerald's intimate dinner party Beverley telephoned to check what time they were expected. Sylvia suggested about 7.30 for drinks before dinner at eight and added that they should bring overnight bags and clothes for the following morning. Clearly this was not the first time that Sylvia and Gerald had hosted such a party.

Graham watched with fascination as a naked Beverley prepared herself for the evening to maximum seductive effect. First she drew on black fishnet stockings and secured them with a six strap suspender belt; then followed black silk French knickers. Her long black semi-transparent dress was slashed to the thighs on both sides. She had decided not to wear a bra so her naked breasts were clearly visible through the diaphanous material. Her ensemble was completed with four inch heels; a long gold chain round her neck and a gold bangle on her wrist. 

Graham exclaimed with delight. 'God Beverley you look gorgeous, I need to fuck you right now!' Beverley glanced at the clock on the dressing table.

'We're running rather late you'll have to be quick. Alright then, take my knickers off.' 

Beverley unceremoniously pulled up her dress and watched Graham pull her knickers down so that she could step out of them. She bent forward over the dressing table and parted her legs. Graham unzipped his trousers and pulled out his erect prick and, after checking that Beverley was receptive, thrust his cock into her cunt.

'Make it quick please Graham,' she urged again, 'and don't spoil my makeup.'

Graham duly obliged coming to a climax in less than a minute.

'You should have saved that for Sylvia,' Beverley said as she tidied herself up and sponged away Graham's semen oozing from her vaginal orifice. Don't forget to bring some Viagra; you don't want to disappoint her,' she said, as she pulled on her knickers again.

'I think the aphrodisiac of novelty will see me through,' Graham replied. 'If I still want to fuck you three times a week after twenty years of marriage I'm sure my lust for Sylvia will cause me to rise to the occasion.'

Gerald and Sylvia lived in a large house adjacent to Gerald's studio. When they arrived they were ushered in to a large living room and offered drinks. The room was comfortably furnished with several large sofas and, rather unusually, a divan bed. There was a small circular dining table at the far end of the room on which a cold supper had been laid out.

For the first time Graham looked closely at his companion of the evening, Sylvia, and was immediately struck by her resemblance to her daughter, Linda. He guessed she was slightly younger than Beverley and possibly rather less curvaceous with smaller breasts but he would reserve judgment on that until he had seen her naked. She had abundant dark black hair and crimson lips and elegant shapely legs encased in black stockings. She was dressed in a scarlet calf length dress with boot lace shoulder straps and a plunging neckline revealing an enticing décolletage. 

Gerald brought Beverley a glass of wine and sat down close to her on the couch.

'Glad to see you've got your gorgeous tits on display,' he said quietly. He was notably less exuberant than at their last meeting which Beverley put down to the presence of Sylvia.

On an adjacent couch Graham talked quietly to Sylvia. 

'What a beautiful dress but I hope those aren't tights you're wearing,' he began.

'No they're hold-ups,' she replied and pulled her dress up to show him. He caught a flash of scarlet underwear. 

'Shall we eat now,' she suggested and got to her feet to lead them to the table. 

Gerald followed with Beverley, his hand gently squeezing her bum. 'I'm going to fuck your brains out tonight,' he murmured in her ear. 

****

The meal and accompanying drinks caused the mood to become more relaxed. Gerald reached round under Beverley's arm slid his hand inside her dress and squeezed her breasts. Graham had a hand up Sylvia's dress and was gently tweaking her cunt.

'Shall we leave the table,' Sylvia suggested and lead them back to the main room. 'Would someone unzip my dress so I can take it off?' 

In a few moments both girls were down to their underwear. Taking his cue from Gerald, Graham began to undress and was soon down to his jockey shorts, Gerald, however, was completely naked and displaying his large rampant prick. Without ceremony he bundled Beverley down onto the couch and relieved her of her knickers. After Gerald's previous outrageous treatment of Beverley during the photo shoot, Graham was rather disappointed that he was apparently going to fuck her in the missionary position. 

Standing close behind Sylvia, Graham unclipped her bra before bending down to remove her knickers. They both watched in silence as Beverley and Gerald writhed noisily and pleasurably on the couch.

'How would you like me to fuck you?' Graham whispered in Sylvia's ear as he gently squeezed her breasts.. 

'My sister tells me you're very good coming in from behind,' Sylvia replied.

'Yes, but do you want me up your bum or up your cunt?' Graham replied while fingering Sylvia's cunt.

'I'll leave it to you; surprise me,' she replied.

Graham removed his jockey shorts then rummaged around in his overnight bag to find a lubricant. Sylvia watched him applying Vaseline to his cock.

'Somehow I think the element of surprise has gone.' She said with a smile.

Graham bent her over the back of the sofa on which Beverley and Gerald were copulating before easing his cock up her arse. He wondered whether he should tell her he'd had his cock up her daughter's bum the previous week but decided against it. There is such a thing as providing too much information. He began to feel Sylvia's cunt, looking for her 'G' spot; while down below them on the couch Beverley was being fucked to a climax by Gerald.

As Graham pumped his cock in and out of Sylvia's arse he was dimly aware that Gerald was helping Beverley up from the couch. He made a mental note to watch more carefully next time when Gerald fucked Beverley again. He wanted to look into her eyes as she reached climax and perhaps hold her hand. He felt Sylvia's spasms coming to a climax as he shot his load up her bum.

Gerald stood with arm round Beverley's waist and watched as Sylvia and Graham disentangled themselves.

'Would you like to watch some porn?' Sylvia asked of no one in particular. She selected a DVD from a pile on the table and switched on the player. 'Let's lie on the divan and watch,' she said to Graham. 

They were joined in the divan by Beverley and Gerald. The two women lay in the middle flanked by Gerald and Graham. As they watched the explicit scenes of fornication both men soon became sexually aroused once more. 

'Do you want to sit on my cock?' Gerald prompted Beverley. Instead she sat astride his stomach with her back to him so that she could continue to watch the pornographic display on the large screen mounted on the wall. Gerald large prick stuck up rampantly between her legs. Beverley lubricated her palm with the semen oozing from Gerald's tip and began to stroke his cock. Sometimes when she watched pornography with her husband she contrived to make him reached climax in unison with the onscreen activity. She decided to do the same for Gerald who finally spurted out fiercely in a parabolic arc of paroxysms that landed on the floor about five feet away.

'Have you and Beverley ever thought of making a porn film yourselves?' Sylvia asked Graham as they watched Gerald's orgasmic exhibition.

'Not really,' Graham replied, 'but I would certainly like a record of myself fucking Beverley.'

'Well at least you'll have a record of me fucking your wife and you fucking Sylvia,' Gerald interrupted. 'I've got cameras recording our activities in here and in the bedrooms.'

Graham glanced round and noticed several cameras strategically placed around the room. 

'I rather wish you hadn't told us that,' Beverley said, 'I'll feel I've got to act and I'd rather be spontaneous.'

Gerald reached forward and began to play with Beverley's tits. 'Don't worry darling, I'll edit out all the bad bits before I send you a copy.'

'Would you like me to suck your cock?' Sylvia asked Graham. 

'Oh yes,' he replied, 'but I'd better wash it first; after all it's been up your bum.'

'Come on then, I'll show you where the bathroom is,' Sylvia replied.

Left temporarily on their own, Gerald continued to play with Beverley's breasts. 

'Your tits really are perfection,' Gerald said appreciatively, 'you really ought to make a porn film.'

'Actually I once auditioned for one but I'm a bit too old really.'

Gerald shifted Beverley off his stomach so that she was lying on the bed again. He opened her legs before sliding down the bed and burying his face in her cunt. He began to caress her with his tongue and to search for her 'G' spot with his fingers. Beverley abandoned herself to the exquisite pleasure of Gerald's expert oral technique.

When Sylvia and Graham returned Beverley was writhing and moaning with orgasmic pleasure. Graham crouched down beside her and began to feel her tits. She opened her eyes and looked at him. 

'How do you like being married to a disgusting dirty slut like me,' she gasped. 

Graham knelt on the bed beside her and began to play with his cock; all thoughts of Sylvia temporarily banished from his mind by his wife's exuberant display of sexual abandon. As she came to a screaming climax Graham ejaculated all over her face.

'Sorry Sylvia, I'm afraid I got a bit carried away just now,' Graham said apologetically.

'Never mind,' Gerald said, 'she can suck my cock instead.'

'Would you like to show Beverley where the bathroom is,' Sylvia suggested,' so that she can wash your semen off her face.'

'Well at least you avoided having Gerald's cock in your mouth,' Graham joked as he led her to the bathroom.

'Really Graham, there's no way I'm having it in my mouth; it's enormous.'

When they returned Sylvia was kneeling on the ground in front of Gerald with his cock half way down her throat. Beverley watched in amazement as Sylvia effortlessly sucked Gerald to a climax and swallowed his ejaculation before downing half a glass of wine.

'Shall we have some coffee?' Sylvia suggested casually.

The promiscuous foursome sat around in an easy relaxed atmosphere brought on by their temporary sexual satiation. Finally Gerald stood up.

'Well, Graham, I suggest you take Sylvia off to bed because I certainly intend to spend the night with your lovely wife and fuck her brains out.'

****

There I think I will draw a veil over the activities of the adulterous couples and leave it to you the readers to speculate on the delights of spending a night in bed with a casual acquaintance; to imagine the pleasures of exploring previously unknown bodies; intervals of frenzied sexual delight interspersed with restless sleep followed by further bouts of unrestrained lust. Inevitably the following morning dawned with some feelings of regret and shame at the excesses of the night. 

****

Beverley woke late the following morning to find Gerald standing beside the bed with a cup of tea.

'How's my suburban sex Goddess this morning?' he asked with a smile. He was clearly still full of energy with his prick about half erect. Beverley for her part was exhausted. She had lost count of the number of times he had fucked her and her arse was still sore from his exploration of her anus with his cock. Not to put too fine a point on it she was shagged out.

Downstairs in the breakfast room much later, Sylvia and Graham seemed less frazzled probably as a result of them being more abstemious than Gerald and Beverley had been. In the cold light of day their excesses of the night before seemed rather disreputable and tawdry. 

After a light breakfast Beverley and Graham took their leave and headed home. In retrospect it had been an interesting and enjoyable experience but not something to be repeated too often. Next week they would be heading off to Spain for a holiday in the sun. A time to rest, relax and recover.

To be continued...



Tales of a Suburban Sex Goddess Ch. 07







Tales of a Suburban Sex Goddess Ch. 07



'Take it steadily Marty,' she pleaded. 

'Enjoy Marty; enjoy,' Graham said encouragingly, 'this probably your last chance to get your prick up inside Beverley.' 

Marty took his time; savouring every thrust of his cock and Beverley's whimpering response. As he approached climax he reached forward and squeezed Beverley's tits for the last time and squirted his semen deep into her anus. 

When Beverley and Marty had disentangled themselves Graham suggested that they all take a swim together. The warm sea soon washed all the sweat and semen away but nothing would wash away the memory of their day of debauchery.

'I've got an idea,' said Graham 'lets play confessions. Each one of us must confess some disgusting shameful dirty secret in their past life.' 

Beverley shook her head emphatically. 'No Graham, there's no way I'm confessing anything to you.'

'Alright,' he replied, 'we'll both confess separately to Marty and Marty can confess to one of us. Are you game Marty?' Marty nodded smiling.

'OK, but I'm happy to make my confession to both of you.'

To be continued...



Tales of a Suburban Sex Goddess Ch. 08



Chapter 8 Shameful Confessions.

Graham and his wife Beverley have been alone on a tidal beach in southern Spain with their holiday acquaintance Marty. Throughout an extremely decadent day they have indulged in the most obscene and disgusting sexual activities together. Now temporarily satiated Graham has suggested that they should all confess to some secret in their past lives of which they are now rather ashamed. In view of their conduct during the day readers of the previous chapter might thing that nothing else could be more shameful. 

'Well who wants to start?' Graham asked his two companions

'Perhaps I should go first,' Marty suggested. 

****

Marty's Confession to Beverley and Graham

'I was still at high school when my parents embarked on a trip to Europe. My mother's sister aunt Vicki and her husband uncle Jack had agreed to look after me while my parents were away. Like most of my classmates my main preoccupation was girls with a special focus on what was concealed in their bras and knickers. What I particularly liked was large breasts and I spent many sweaty nights masturbating over the big tits in the girlie magazines. Unfortunately most of the girls at my high school seemed to have disappointingly small breasts as far as my fumbling investigations could discover. 

As a connoisseur of large breasts I realised that it was usually older more mature ladies who had the 38 inch D cup breasts of my masturbatory fantasies. My aunt Vicki came into this category and I began to wonder exactly how large her breasts were and what kind of underwear she wore.

One Saturday, when Uncle Jack was playing golf and my aunt was out shopping, I sneaked into their bedroom and began to rummage around among their things. It didn't take me long to discover where Auntie Vicki kept her underwear. There were cabinets full of knickers, bikini briefs, thongs, crotch-less panties and cami-knickers. Other drawers contained a wide range of exotic brassieres both full and half cup some in the magic size 38 inch D cup; in matching colour combinations with multi-strap suspender belts. Laid out separately were basques, chemises and negligees. Right at the bottom of one of the cabinets I discovered a large packet of pornographic photographs of couples engaged in sexual intercourse.

I was so engrossed in examining all this delectable underwear that I failed to hear my Aunt Vicki enter the room. It was immediately apparent to my aunt that I was taking a close interest in her underwear. She also noticed the packet of pornographic photographs which I had put aside to masturbate over later. To my surprise my aunt wasn't in the least angry and asked me if I'd like to select some underwear for her to model for me. When I had made a selection, she sent me out of the room while she changed.

A few minutes later she called me back into the bedroom where I was greeted by a vision of sexy allure like nothing I had ever seen before in my young innocent life. My eyes devoured her high heeled shoes, black stockings held up by a six-strap suspender belt, tiny semi-transparent knickers and a half cup bra barely covering her beautiful large breasts.

She looked at me quizzically and quickly elicited the fact that I was a virgin. Then she told me she was going to instruct me in the various ways of fucking a woman. I was shocked to hear her use the word fuck. In my innocent world aunties don't use words like that.

She ordered me to take my clothes off then she knelt down in front of me and gently began to rub my cock. This was more sexual excitement than I could endure and my cock erupted; spraying semen all over her expensive underwear. She swore loudly and long and I was astonished at the range of obscene invective issuing from the mouth of my mother's sister. In my innocent world respectable married women didn't even know such words never mind use them.

Angrily she asked me to help her undress and became increasingly impatient with my clumsiness as I unfastened her suspenders and unclipped her bra. By the time I had pulled her knickers down and her naked body was fully revealed I was erect once again. For the first time in my life I was in the presence of a real live naked woman whose anger rapidly disappeared when she noticed for the first time what a very large cock I had.

She lay down on the bed and summoned me to kneel beside her and put my fingers in her cunt. That was another shock; she used the word cunt. When she was open and juicy she guided my prick inside her. Ten seconds later it was all over as I ejaculated once more. An hour later and after fucking her four times I finally managed to give her an orgasm.

Every day for the next three weeks while uncle Jack was out at work we spent several hour in bed together while she instructed me in all the ways of pleasuring a woman. I later estimated that I must have fucked her close to a hundred times during the course of my sexual mistress classes.

The most bizarre thing was that after I had returned home whenever she and Uncle Jack came to call; she was again my ultra respectable Auntie Vicki deploring the ways of the modern world with my mother and father.'

'That's great Marty,' Graham said, 'I wish I'd been initiated by an older experienced woman it would have helped me to avoid many fumbling crass mistakes in my misspent youth. Well I think it's my turn now; so let's go for a short walk.'

****

Graham's confession to Marty

'My first experience of sexual intercourse was also with a close family member. My parents were away and my older sister had been left in charge of the household. For some time I had been speculating on how I could get a photograph of my sister while she was in her underwear or even naked. She was twenty years old and had a great body as far as I could discern. Her bedroom was next to mine and at night if her window was open I could sometimes get a tantalising glimpse of her reflection in the window glass. Like you Marty I was curious to inspect my sister's underwear and I once stole a pair of her knickers. When I put them on I got an immediate erection so that my prick stuck out and strained the elastic. So I took them off and used them to wank off with while I imagined I was fucking my sister. 

It was a hot summer that year and my sister would sometimes sunbathe in the garden in her one piece bathing suit. Looking out of my bedroom window I noticed that she had pulled her shoulder straps down half exposing her breasts. My first instinct was to masturbate while watching her but instead I changed into my swimming trunks and went down into the garden. 

As I approached my sister quickly slipped her breasts back inside her costume. She looked at me and was immediately aware of the outline of my stiff cock barely contained within my trunks. I had my camera with me and she let me take a few photographs. There was an exchange of banter during which I said I would show her my cock if she would let me look at her breasts and allow me photograph them. Our garden was very secluded and to my intense delight she pulled her costume down to reveal her pristine pert breasts. By now the tip of my cock was protruding out of the waistband of my trunks such was the intensity of my erection. I knelt down beside her and lowered my trunks; my cock sprang out stiff and oozing semen. At my urgent suggestion we decided to go back indoors. My sister ran straight upstairs to her bedroom with me following close behind. 

We stood looking at each other, vaguely aware that we were in dangerous territory. I slipped off my trunks and stared at her. After a brief pause she pulled her costume down and stepped out of it. As I walked towards her she backed away nervously but soon came up against the bed. She didn't resist as I pushed her gently down onto the bed and began to feel her cunt. She was soon open and juicy and there was no resistance as I slid my cock inside for our virgin fuck. It didn't last long of course; I was too excited; but over the next hour we had intercourse several times.

We continued with our sexual activities for several days; all the time getting more proficient and enhancing our enjoyment. She also allowed me to take several extremely pornographic photographs of her. There was no problem with film processing I always did my own in those days. 

It was probably fortunate that my parents were due home imminently and my sister was going off to be a student nurse in London. Subsequently we went our separate ways working in different countries and both eventually marrying. Now, whenever we meet, we steer clear of discussing those dangerous mad days when we were briefly passionate lovers. I have never told anyone about this before.'

Marty was mildly shocked by what Graham had told him and, as he waited for Beverley to join him, wondered whether her confession would be even more startling; particularly as she had been so insistent that Graham shouldn't hear it.

****

Beverley's confession to Marty

'I was staying with Graham's parents while he was off abroad on business. I was twenty-three and had been married for just over twelve months. Graham's parents were glad to have me staying with them as they both in their different ways enjoyed my company. His mother had a wry sense of humour and would make witty acerbic remarks about men and their shortcomings. We would frequently dissolve into peals of laughter much to her husband's puzzlement.

My father would take me for drives to the local beauty spots and clearly relished squiring his attractive young daughter-in-law. We would sometimes stop off at a country pub for a drink where he would tell me tales of his time in the navy during the war. 

Mys were early risers and by the time I saw the light of day they would already both be about their daily routines; father-in-law working in his immaculate garden and his wife out shopping or visiting one of her friends. 

The weather had been very hot both day and night for several days so I tended to wear quite scanty nightwear. On one of his trips to Germany, Graham had bought me a pale yellow 'baby doll' nightdress consisting of a flimsy transparent top which barely came down to my waist and a pair of equally diaphanous mini-briefs. To anyone who cared to look my breasts were clearly visible through the thin material as was the pubic hair on my vagina.

I was my normal practise to stroll out to the bathroom of their bungalow so attired on the assumption that no-one was actually going to look at me. In my innocence I didn't think of my father as a man who would look at me in precisely the same way as Graham looked at me. Men over sixty, particularly fathers-in-law, don't look at women in a sexual way. As I say I was rather naive. 

On this particular morning as a walked along towards the bathroom my father had just come in from the garden. I smiled and said hello and carried on into the bathroom where I took a shower and glammed myself up for the day ahead. After completing my toilet I draped my towel over my shoulders and headed out of the bathroom carrying my flimsy night attire. My father-in-law was still standing in the hall and this time he was presented with a view of my virtually naked body. I smiled again and hurried back to my bedroom where I casually cast the towel aside.

A slight noise caused me to turn round and I found myself completely naked facing my father who had followed me into the bedroom. I reached down to pick up my towel to preserve some modesty but my father-in-law pulled from my grasp before firmly closing the bedroom door and locking it.

As I watched in disbelief he stripped off his clothes and was soon naked. I was presented with an astonishing sight. Graham's father was a small wiry man no more than five-foot-seven inches tall but he had an enormous penis which was fully erect. He pushed me gently but firmly down onto the bed before getting down on top of me. I didn't know what to do; I didn't want to fight with him. Scarcely realising what I was doing I automatically opened my legs and he slid his enormous cock up my cunt. I didn't struggle or resist; I like having a man's prick inside me, it was just that I was not prepared for being fucked by my father. What makes it even more shaming was that I enjoyed it and he gave me a beautiful orgasm which left me gasping with pleasure. As soon as it was over; he left as silently as he had entered.

I sat on the side of my bed trying to make sense of everything. I couldn't possibly tell anyone what had happened; the consequences would have been too awful to contemplate. It occurred to me on sober reflection that men of his generation never even saw their own wives naked in broad daylight. I was probably the one and only woman he had ever seen naked in his entire life and it had clearly aroused uncontrollable feelings of lust. It was undoubtedly my own fault. As I say, I enjoy exciting men's lust but I'd made the elementary mistake of forgetting that my father was a man with exactly the same feelings as his son.'

'Gee Beverley, that's quite a secret to carry around all your life,' Marty said as the two of them rejoined Graham.

'It's not really a big deal any more and I don't suppose my experience is all that unique,' she replied. 'Graham, is there any wine left? Let's toast our licentious day in the sun.'

****

The following morning at breakfast Graham noticed that Beverley was in a thoughtful mood. She explained that their life together had been through some momentous transitions during the past few weeks and as a result she felt it would be a good idea if they separated for a while. Graham was surprised but did not try to change her mind; it would after all give him some licence to pursue his affairs with Dorothy, Sylvia and Linda. 

On the bus to the airport they agreed to check-in separately for the flight home before taking their final farewells in the departure lounge. They kissed gently and agreed to keep in touch. Beverley intended to give up her job in the Library and stay with her sister for the time being, while Graham would remain in the family home. 

On the flight back to the UK Beverley began to idly speculate about how she would occupy her time. She liked men and she loved sex and she wanted to make some money; perhaps she would become a discrete high class whore. Even though she was in her forties men still found her body very desirable and, for the more academically inclined customers, she would be a mine of information on literature both ancient and modern. Her particular speciality was the Diaries of Samuel Pepys whose writings were so obscene he felt obliged to write them in a secret code. At the Library she already had a small circle of discrete admirers who gave her small gifts from time to time. No doubt some of them would give her much larger gifts in return for services not normally provided by a librarian; a detailed re-enactment of the sex scenes in Lady Chatterley's Lover for example. Gerald would, no doubt, provide her with a suitable portfolio of enticing photographs and she knew exactly how he would want to be paid. 

Beverley ordered a glass of wine, closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat. The Suburban Sex Goddess was about to become less divine and more devilish. The man in the next seat was taking a close interest in her thighs and speculating about the size of her breasts.

The End

A would like to record my special thanks to my friend Marty who often provided me with much needed encouragement as well as many of the ideas for the plot lines in this somewhat improbable story. As a small reward for his invaluable assistance he is actively involved in Chapters 7& 8! 

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