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The Lesbian That Wasn't!

By: Girls_cum_first



Christmas 2006 had passed in the most erotic fashion imaginable (please read previous stories) and on this mild Spring evening I had at last slept with my ex client, the very Turkish Kamile Ferrer, sister to my very first-ever lover. Sleep would be the inappropriate term since I was exposed to some of the kinkiest sex in my life. So much so that, I became so excited reading about it in the last chapter, 'The Turk', that I had to call a halt to the writing! This part is the continuation of that memorable night and also the subsequent deflowering of Kamile's supposedly lesbian maid, Lena

Thursday 5th April 9:30 p.m.

Following my penile assault on her mouth, Kamile grabbed a couple of tissues and climbed off the bed, "Lets get that drink, Tom."

Her maid Lena had left a bottle of champagne on ice. A bright moon shone through the bay window, highlighting our glowing naked bodies as I poured the cold liquid into two glasses.

"Jamal and I love champagne and sex. I think you two would get along really well, do you know that?" Her bisexual husband was currently on business somewhere in Europe.

"Business-wise you are probably right, but if you are referring to anything to do with his cock, I don't think so."

"You would be surprised how you feel when you are really horny, Tom. I have done many things when I am turned on that I would never do normally."

"Really?"

"Uh huh, perhaps later I will show you."

"The mind boggles!"

"So will your cock. Tom. Come on, pour me another please."

We touched glasses, "Cheers. Do you like porn, Tom?

"I am quite partial to it yes. Depends who I am with. Why?"

"Anything in particular?"

"Well, I guess like most males, lesbian movies, especially when the girls kiss and touch a lot."

"Anything else? Don't you like to watch people fucking?"

"Of course I do, but I prefer the amateur stuff, the ones where it is more realistic, plenty of undressing each other and seduction and foreplay, know what I mean?

Kamile grinned mischievously at me, "Then sit on the bed, Tom, I have a surprise for you."

She picked up a remote and pressed a button and invited me to climb back beside her. After a short silence there was a whirring sound and the whole of the mirrored wall at the foot of the bed folded back into a recess, exposing the largest screen I had seen outside of a cinema. Clearly porn was on the menu, so I settled back against the pillows.

An amateurish title appeared 'Chigwell June 06.' I looked at my married lover, eyebrows raised. She grinned back at me and nodded. This was not only an amateur film, it was home –made! My cock stirred with expectancy. Kamile spotted the movement and took it in her hand, and I stroked her silky thighs in response.

The film opened with a view of the graveled drive, obviously taken from a window above. A taxi pulled up and a young man stepped out, tall, slim, blonde curly hair and barely out of his teens. Someone unseen opened the front door and led him inside, distant voices could be heard.

"Who was he?" I whispered, as though the cameraman could hear us.

"Samuel was my very first virgin, Tom. Just like you were with Carol. This was his third visit to me, that's why he allowed the camera."

"So did you film this?"

"Sshh, wait and see, watch the film."

I watched, and fondled a very wet pussy, she in turn stoking a very stiff cock.

The scene changed to this very bedroom and in the door walked Samuel and Kamile, my hostess clearly was not the photographer! The erection in the lad's pants was very obvious!

She closed the door and took her young lover into her arms, locking her mouth on his, her hands greedily reaching between their bodies. Kamile clearly was on heat as much as she had been with me earlier. He was no slouch either, he grinned at the camera, lifted her gown exposing her bare ass and slipped his fingers between her legs.

They snogged heavily, undressing each other, slowly moving towards the bed. The camera was shaking a little, the horny scene clearly affecting the operator. I wondered who it was. I had a suspicion it was her husband. I filmed a horny scene between me and Lisa at Christmas and broadcasted it on the Net to another couple who were also having sex. I remember the effect it had on me at the time.

Kamile looked down at my cock, leaking in her hand. "What you are going to see is very secret, Tom. No-one outside the family has witnessed this, no-one must ever know, okay?"

"Of course, mum's the word. For business reasons, I can't even admit to being here."

She laughed, idly spreading some new pre-cum over my cock head, and then licking her fingers. She then looked at me thoughtfully and squeezed my cock a little harder, producing another clear liquid bead.

With her other hand she gripped mine which had been exploring her sex, and put my fingers to her mouth. "Mmm, I love the taste of pussy, Tom."

"Who doesn't," I grinned, pulling my hand away and sampling her for myself. "You taste divine."

Carefully, she lifted the second bead of pre-cum off my cock and presented it to my mouth, "Do you like the taste of yourself, Tom?"

I answered her question by sticking out my tongue as she presented her finger to it. I took the drop and spread it across my lips, pulled her head to mine and kissed her, the smooth juice lubricating both our lips.

All this time we each had one eye on the screen. By now Kamile was naked and lowering the boy's jeans, exposing some well filled underwear.

"What about spunk, Tom?"

"What about it?"

"Do you ever taste your own cum?"

I had a strange feeling I knew where this was going, but I answered truthfully anyway.

"I do, Lisa and I often kiss after I have cum in her mouth, and sometimes I lick her pussy clean. It's okay, I wouldn't exactly spread it on toast though! Why do you ask?"

On the screen, Kamile was kissing the front of her young lover's underpants, her hands around his ass cheeks. The scene was excruciatingly erotic.

Just as, on the screen, she was about to expose the young boy's cock, she paused the film and looked earnestly into my eyes, "What if it was someone else's?"

"You mean out of a pussy?"

"No, I mean out of another cock."

Gently I pushed her away and gave an exaggerated sigh, "Just where are you going with this, Kamy? I've told you how I feel about bisexuality. Just because you like pussy doesn't mean I have to feel the same way about other cocks."

She patted my hand and returned to stroking my cock. "Watch the film, Tom, and you will see what I mean."

She re-started the movie and immediately the pants came down, exposing a long semi erect cock. I say semi-erect because I could not see how an organ of such length could possibly defy gravity and become fully erect.

"Fuck," I gasped. Kamile giggled, and I returned my fingers to her pussy.

When her mouth started to work on that magnificent cock it did in fact become fully erect.

"He's beautiful," the whispered words came out of my mouth before I realised what I was saying, and my cock twitched in time with my thoughts.

"What did you say?" Kamile looked at me with a knowing grin.

"Umm, I said he's big."

"Yes, he is. Eight and a half inches, Tom. We measured him."

"We?"

"Wait, you will see. Just relax and watch."

Relax was hardly the correct expression but watch I did, as she took that mammoth cock into her mouth. Momentarily she glanced at the camera, nodded to the unseen operator, and slowly but surely took the whole length down her throat.

"Fucking hell, Kamy, that's amazing."

She grinned, "Jamal taught me how to do that, although he is nowhere near as big as that, more your size. But not as fat," she added, giving me a squeeze.

I had to admit to myself that watching that beautiful example of a male endowment was engendering the strangest feelings within me. A deep hidden part of me suddenly wanted to know what she was experiencing, what it felt like to have that huge weapon in her mouth. My mouth.

I shook myself out of the thought and asked the question again.

"Who is behind the camera, Kamy? Is it your husband? You told me he likes young men too."

"Be patient Tom, you will see soon. Just enjoy. You like that cock, don't you?"

Inside myself I couldn't deny her observation, but I sidetracked the issue, "I much prefer the mouth that it's fucking."

"Thank you, Tom. Would you like me to do the same to you while you watch? I promised you a proper blow job."

I turned slightly towards her, "Silly question!"

Her full lips slid wetly over the head of my eager cock as, on the screen, the two lovers had scrambled on to this very bed. One eye on the movie, Kamile performed oral sex on me at the same speed as she did with her screen lover. I wondered who would cum first, and where! Samuel was fondling her pendulous breasts and I dutifully did the same.

Kamile felt me tremble, "Don't cum yet darling. Sammy wasn't ready."

As she eased off my cock, the heads on the screen suddenly turned toward the door. The camera followed them. The door opened and, totally naked and sporting an erection, in walked her husband Jamal, followed by an equally naked female who I assumed to be one of his many lovers.

The woman, as tall as Jamal, was of medium build with long curly auburn hair and sported very large breasts, clearly not entirely all of her own manufacture. She also looked familiar, and I scratched my mind as to where I had seen her. I certainly hadn't fucked her so that reduced the equation considerably!

The camera followed the couple to the bed where Kamile was grinning, but Samuel appeared to be totally astonished. The woman, who Kamile called Mary, quickly eased the boy's fears by pushing my lover aside and lowered her own mouth over the boy's huge cock. Kamile meanwhile reached out to stroke that of her husband.

Back to the present, Kamile was kissing the head of my erection, licking away the continuous flow of pre-cum with a smack of her lips. My fingers were plunging in and out of one very wet Turkish cunt. 

"I want you to cum when he does darling, and in the same place."

"Okay, how far off is he?"

"Not long now. Wouldn't you be with two females sucking your cock?"

Kamile had now joined in Mary's sucking of the eighteen year old, her husband watching on, wanking furiously. I noticed a red rash around his throat and wondered if the couple had been fucking before entering the room.

"Where do you want me to cum, Kamy" I asked as first one woman devoured his cock, then the other, briefly kissing each other in between.

"Wait, you will see. Do just what he does."

So I watched, and Kamile continued to lick me to keep me primed. I guess she knew this scene off by heart and would time me perfectly.

I really shouldn't have been shocked at what happened next, but I guess it was the presence of the two women that threw me. Mary gently pushed Kamile away from her and, holding Samuel's cock upright (not that it needed any help!) she offered it to Jamal, who promptly lowered his mouth over the head. The Turk then commenced a slow and purposeful blowjob on the young boy while the two women adjusted their positions and together attended to his own stiffened cock and, in full view of the camera proceeded to finger each other.

My cock trembled within Kamile's grasp at the erotic sight. "Well, my darling, what do you think of that? Isn't it unbelievably sexy?"

Breathing heavily, I nodded, transfixed to the scene.

"Wouldn't you like to do what my husband is doing?"

I stared without replying. For one very brief moment I wanted to be in that scene, tasting that admittedly gorgeous boy's cock, feeling his hot flesh filling my mouth, while Mary and Kamile sucked on my own throbbing cock. But my strong heterosexuality quickly returned and I looked hungrily down at Kamile.

"Suck my cock you dirty bitch, I want to cum."

She shook her head, "Be patient Tom, we are nearly there. This excites you, doesn't it Tom?"

Again I didn't reply, but I guess the trembling of my cock provided her with the answer she sought. 

Jamal released the Samuel's cock and presented it back to Mary who squatted down on her haunches and presented a very sexy view of her rear. Kamile immediately knelt down behind her and pressed her face into her lubricated pussy, while her husband took her violently from behind.

"I agree, but I would much rather have my mouth where yours is on the screen."

"Play your cards right Tom and you can have her one day."

Suspiciously I looked at her, "Does that mean that, in order to get into her pussy, I have to suck your toy-boy's cock first?"

"It would help," she laughed. "You know who she is don't you?"

"She seems very familiar."

"Wait a mo and you will see."

As if on cue the, the camera closed in on Mary deep-throating the boy and suddenly I recognized her. The ultra-famous weather girl on a certain satellite channel! Arousing as she always was on the TV screen in her miniskirts, tanned legs and deep cut tops, naked she was desirable beyond belief. Obviously I cannot mention her real name here, but I knew at that moment that if it took sucking that long cock for me to get into this woman's pants, then so be it!

The camera panned around to Kamile sucking greedily on her cunt, then on to Jamal's hard cock plunging rapidly in and out of her own pussy.

"I thought you said you two don't fuck any more?" I laughed.

"I told you that we do when he wants another baby."

I looked at her in consternation, "You don't look pregnant."

"I'm not, I was on the pill at the time. Same as I am now," she added reassuredly, patting my arm.

"In which case, I want to fuck your brains out and fill you with my spunk."

"Later darling, I promise, just watch."

The camera was far from steady, I wondered if the operator was wanking? I certainly would have been!

For a moment I wondered if Mary was limited to just oral sex, when suddenly she eased her pussy away from Kamile's mouth, squatted over the boy, and lowered herself slowly down onto his mammoth pole. Stroking his cock, Jamal offered it to Samuel's face and the boy willingly opened his mouth. Grinning widely, Kamile looked on, stroking her pussy and caressing one of Mary's breasts.

I knew I couldn't hold on much longer and was ready to cum without even being touched. I told Kamile so.

"One minute, Tom, rub my clitty please, I am close too."

Patiently, I watched the orgy progress. All the participants looked very serious, and were clearly approaching orgasm themselves. The camera had all of a sudden become very steady with a fixed view and I realised it had been set down on a firm surface or tripod. I wondered if the operator would now reveal himself, no doubt with an immense hard-on.

"Okay Tom, this is it, do what they do."

Puzzled, I looked at the screen, nothing was changing.

However, seconds later the two men scrambled away from the women, forced them back on the bed side by side, both wanking their cocks over them. The two women started to frig each other's pussy. Kamile beckoned towards the camera and briefly a female form blotted out the view. Dressed only in bra and thong, the girl approached the bed and took the two hard cocks in her hands and took over the wanking.

Kamile had released my cock, placed it in my own hand, and she too laid back on the pillows, her intention for me patently obvious. Taking the hint I wanked my cock over her face, turning to watch the same scene on the screen.

The anonymous photographer had turned around to direct the two cocks over the womens' faces. I recognized her instantly, it was Kamile's sister, my bisexual lover Carol!

That did it for me and unable to contain myself any longer, I blasted my cum all over Kamile's face. She too orgasmed and I looked over my shoulder to see the same scene unfolding on the screen. Carol was wanking off the two men, spurting their joint spunk all over Kamile and Mary's faces. The way their hips were writhing on the bed I knew they had climaxed too, by courtesy of each other's eager fingers.

To finalise the erotic occasion, the two women beckoned the men forward, inviting them forward to make a very erotic clean up of their faces.

"Yes please, Tom," grinned Kamile, her face streaming with my cream, one eye closed with a blob of my cum lodged in the socket. "I would like my sight back please."

Ten years ago, I would have been revolted at the idea, but knowing how much pleasure it gives to my women, I didn't hesitate, and lowered my tongue to lift the pocket of spunk from the corner of her right eye.

On the screen, the two men were licking their women clean in the same way and kissing the combined cum into their mouths. Carol meanwhile had positioned herself next to Samuel's sticky cock and was licking him clean. I had no doubt she had been with him before.

My tongue laden with my own cum I kissed Kamile passionately, and she greedily sucked the bitter liquid into her mouth.

Samuel was still hard as nails, and no wonder, Carol was now sucking violently on his cock, determined to make him cum again, her own fingers busy between her legs, urging on her own climax.

Both satiated, we watched this magnificent blowjob by the woman we'd both had sex with, and she didn't take long to achieve a result. The others were sat up watching as Samuel's hips started to shake on the bed. Carol's eyes widened and we knew her mouth was being filled with this young mans second emission inside ten minutes.

Carol released his cock, a little cum dripping off her chin, and approached the camera. Her flushed face filled the screen and she opened her mouth to display the cream ladled on her curled up tongue. She closed her mouth, gulped, and opened it again to show her clean pink tongue. She grinned and reached out an arm.

The screen went blank.

"Show over, Tom."

"Fuck, I gasped, "That was the coolest porn I've ever seen, do you have any more?"

"What, home-made or professional?"

"Home-made, like that one."

"I have a couple here, but most of them are back home in Ankara, you will have to come over and watch! Carol's there now for the next month or so, and I know how you like to fuck her."

"I'll book a flight tomorrow!" I laughed.

Kamile sat up, wiping the remainder of my cum away with a corner of the sheet. "You better put your cock away Tom, we have company."

Lena was stood in the doorway, clutching two steaming mugs of coffee.

I didn't cover my cock, half-hoping the maid would take more than just a passing interest in the object of her desire.

"Perfect timing, Lena," I remarked, my cock stirring slightly at her proximity.

Kamile laughed, "She has a screen in her own room!"

I took the steaming cup from Lena, making my cock twitch as she reached across the bed. With the faintest smile she looked down at my crotch, then turned to her mistress, "Will there be anything else tonight Missy Kamile?"

"Suck my lover's cock." was what I hoped she might say, but she merely dismissed her with a nod, "No thank you Lena, you can go to bed now."

Lena turned and walked away, I swore she wiggled her sexy little bum a little more obviously then usual.

Naked, Kamile and I sat side-by-side sipping at our drinks.

"That was really horny, that episode on the screen. Do you do that very often?"

"Not like that Tom, Sammy had such a beautiful cock, I just wanted everyone to enjoy it, I even thought of inviting you."

"In a way I'm glad you didn't, you know how I feel about homosexuality, although I would gladly have shagged Mary."

She laughed, "One day you will change your mind. I saw your face, and felt you twitch, when you saw my husband suck Samuel's cock."

"You may be right, who knows? But for the time being I am one hundred per cent into pussy." I pressed my free hand between her legs, "So when can I have this one again?"


The Lesbian That Wasn't!



She shook her head slowly, "She's a bit sore, Tom. And don't ask, my ass is reserved for my husband only."

I laughed, "I wasn't going to, I haven't be there myself yet, although Lisa and I nearly did in Paris."

She turned to me in surprise, "You haven't fucked a woman in the ass yet, Tom? Wow! For someone as sexual as you, I am surprised."

I pointed towards my groin, I was still half hard. "Take another look at this and decide if you would like in your asshole."

She pursed her lips and nodded in agreement, "Hmm, I see what you mean, it will take a special woman to get that inside her, I know how tight you felt in my pussy!"

I was to find that special woman, in the Caribbean, later this year (read 24 Hours).

"Believe me, with a willing female, I have tried, on a couple of occasions, but I hurt her too much."

"Perhaps you should ask Carol, I know that she and Salik do it a lot, and he is no-way particularly small."

I smiled at her, "I think your sister enjoys normal sex too much to bother with anal."

She grinned, "I know, she told me all about your New Year's adventure. I wish I had been there."

"I had three bisexual women in my bed, not sure I could have coped with a fourth!"

"So what's the current situation with your women, Tom? I know that Carol wants to see you again, but you will have to come to Ankara for that."

"Well, Rachel and I have cooled off until she gets divorced, and that won't happen until the Company contracts are signed." She already knew that Rachel's father was selling out to the company owned by her father, and any sexual activity outside their failing marriage was strictly taboo. "But I think there might be a future for us eventually. There is more than just sex to our relationship."

"What about your Virgin Atlantic friend?"

"Lisa is pregnant by some black guy called Matthew over in the States, so we have more or less called it a day. It's a pity because it was only at Christmas that she exercised her bisexuality for the first time.'

"She is, she only became bisexual that night, but it looks as though our fuck buddy relationship is coming to and end."

"So it sounds as though you are currently available then , Tom? I must introduce you to some of my single friends. Or even some more married ones!" she added with a laugh.

I laughed with her. For a while a question had been lingering in my mind.

"Kamy, in that film, Carol was playing with your husband's cock. I know your two men are brothers, but she told me last year that neither of you have never crossed the line."

"That's quite true, Tom. What Carol was doing was an exception. We all agreed years ago that we could sleep with whoever we like, but not with each other's husbands. When Carol entered the family, she was quite shocked at this but, as you experienced last November, she has adapted very well!"

"Your family has a wonderful outlook on life, Kamy. I think a lot more Western people could learn from it."

She continued, "Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, and I know Carol loves Salik but, like most of the men I know, I like variation. And that's how we are. Sometimes even, when Jamal and I are alone we have very satisfying sex, and we tell each other about our lovers. That way we learn a lot about each other and our individual needs."

My cock was rising slowly at the thought of being to married to this beautiful woman and yet still free to fuck who I like.

I took her arm, and caressed her long fingers, "You don't happen to have any spare unmarried sisters do you?"

She put her hand over mine, "No Tom, but I do have a gay cousin in New York who would be delighted to play with this thing." She grasped my sticky cock, and placing her cup on the bedside table, leaned forward and kissed the tip.

She sensed my coldness on this issue, and changed the subject.

"Let's shower again Tom, and then watch another film. Then, with a little soothing lubricant, you can fuck me."

My cock twitched in her hand, "Another orgy?"

"No darling, not even a foursome, just another home-made thing which I know will interest you. Lets give the guest shower another run shall we?""

Back in the carwash we fought against the jets to soap each other, with particular attention of course to our genitals. Glowing pink we toweled each other dry, but this time there was no maid in attendance. Which was a shame, I wanted to see Lena again, I was certain there was some interest there, and I wanted to nourish it.

Wearing the softest of robes we sat back on the bed, Kamy with the remote in her hand. "This one is about a couple who were lovers once and recently became reunited, and both of whom I know very well and have had sex with."

I should have realized the inference straight away, but only when I saw the opening shot of myself trudging up the rains-wept drive clutching the tube of rolled up drawings, did I realise that I was about to become a porn star myself.

As I was seen to hug Carol, and Lena took my coat, I remarked that Kamile must have had cameras concealed everywhere.

"Why not Tom? A lot of the houses around here have CCTV, Jamal had ours adapted a little."

I saw myself sitting with Carol by the swimming pool, followed by some serious snogging in the water. Kamile giggled as we watched Carol lead me by my cock off down the corridor.

"Did Carol know you took this?"

"Of course darling, we had a great time watching it for the first time."

Carol was now totally naked and we were stretched out on the bed, my head jammed firmly between her thighs.

"You do that very well, Tom. Do you know that's my favourite thing before going to sleep?"

"I will be glad to oblige!" I grinned, sliding my hand under her robe onto a silky thigh.

The scene changed to where Carol was astride me on the floor, pumping her body up and down on my eager cock.

"Good job I had more than one camera in there," Kamile observed, "It's the first time anyone has fucked on the floor!"

"I guess this wasn't the first movie you have made in this room?"

"God no! It was actually Carol who had the idea of converting the CCTV cameras. I brought someone very famous home once and Carol fancied him too and wanted to join in. But I wanted him for myself so that's when she suggesting filming the fun."

"I hope you keep them safely locked away."

"Don't worry, Tom, we are very discreet in this house. I will tell you about one time though, and you can watch it if you want."

She paused as we watched Carol reach her noisy orgasm.

"Go on."

"As you know, I work for the Turkish Embassy, and I was asked to escort these two emissaries from Istanbul and show them the usual tourist bits, like Big Ben, the London Eye, Buck house, all that crap."

We watched as Carol eased herself off my cock.

"I had arranged to meet up with Carol for lunch and the two tourists joined us."

"So you went to their hotel and slept with them?"

She slapped my arm, but at the same time reached under my robe to fondle my cock.

"Just wait will you, Tom? You are so impatient."

"It's just that I fancy you like hell, and want to fuck you, that's all."

She continued, "Why do you assume that if I meet a man, I want to fuck him?"

"Sorry, I just assumed from the tone of your story, that's all."

She relaxed and laughed, "You're right of course, Carol and I brought them back here and had them on that very bed." She pointed to the screen where Carol and I were sat up, smoking the joint, my cock pointing to one of the cameras.

"Didn't they see the cameras?"

"Did you?"

"No, I guess not."

"Exactly, they were too interested in fucking us to notice anything else."

"Did you swap partners?"

"Not on that occasion, no. We had both exhausted them to the point they could hardly stand up afterward. But I do like to do that though, if everyone is willing. It sort of spices up the occasion."

"What? Swapping?"

"Yes, why not? If there are two cocks in the room, why not enjoy them both?"

"Did they know of the film?"

"Yes, they thought it very funny and asked us for a copy. I have done a copy of you and Carol by the way, it's that disk over there."

My home-made movie continued, Kamile herself had come into the room and we were all openly masturbating together. I felt her tremble when we watched the scene where I directed my cum at her breasts.

"Now you know why I wanted us to fuck, Tom, I've never had a cock this thick before. I'm sorry we had to wait so long."

"So am I, Kamy, and I love your dirty mind."

"Then why don't you come over to Ankara and enjoy some more of it with us?"

"You mean you and Carol?"

"Yes Tom, particularly Carol. Listen to this."

Kamile leaned over to her bedside phone and pushed a couple of buttons. Kamile's voice sounded metallically from a hidden speaker.

"Hello darling, just a quickie to tell you I have a visitor tonight, a certain architect that you know."

She pushed another button, and the reply sounded out as clearly as if Carol was in the room with us.

"Hi sweetie, you didn't have to tell me that, but I've known for ages you want to fuck him, so have fun. When you see him, tell him that I want his fat cock in me again, and soon! Byee."

She turned back to me, the film had finished and I had parted the front of her gown and was licking her thighs.

"You see, she missed you already. And next time you fuck her, I want to be there too!"

"I would like that."

"And I will introduce you to lots of my sexy friends, most of them are married and frustrated. Turkish girls love English cocks you know."

I grinned, "I had noticed."

"And I will invite you to one of my special parties."

"That I will look forward to."

As it happened, I didn't get to Turkey for another year, due to the very pleasurable intrusion into my life of one very sexy English widow called Sue Marshall. More about that in another story (24 Hours). Kamile has asked me not to write in detail about that 'special party' since there were many people there whose names could not be divulged, from film stars, to businessmen and politicians, even a princess! Carol (Kamile's sister) and I were the only British people present. The Ferrer family laid on a very exotic cabaret, Turkish style, which got everyone into an erotic mood. There was no pairing off into separate rooms like traditional swapping parties, everyone sucked and fucked in the same large room, to very soft music, and very dim lights. I remember the next morning, despite receptacles being provided, the floor was a sea of underwear and used condoms! I recollect wearing three myself. Condoms, not panties! Well, not on that occasion anyway.

Back to the present.

I did get to fuck Kamile that night as promised and finally said goodnight to her with my tongue buried in her fragrant cunt. We showered yet again.

In the morning I received a pleasant surprise, which confirmed my suspicions about the sexuality of Kamile's maid. I was awake when Lena tapped lightly on the door, carrying a tray of coffee and biscuits. Careful to note that her mistress was still asleep, she put the tray down quietly and leaned forward and kissed me gently on the check, letting her hand stray over the covers in the general direction of my crotch. I leaned over to grab her, but with a giggle she was gone.

My cock hardening with the thought of what might be, I tapped Kamile gently on the shoulder.

She must have been dreaming because her nipples were firmly erect and I sucked hard on each one in turn. In return she reached down and squeezed my cock, clearly surprised to find me erect.

"Morning woody," I explained.

"Good morning, woody," she laughed sleepily, and I passed her a cup and poured out the steaming liquid.

My last memory that year of Kamile's naked body was, a half-hour later, in her bathroom when she presented her hairy pussy to me from the rear. This time I took control and masterly pleasured her from behind over the side of the bath. Having sex with a married Turkish woman is a unique experience not to be missed. I find it fascinating and incredibly sexy that some Europeans can be so hairy, armpits too, and yet at the same time be so stunningly desirable. Bring back the pubes I say! I later suggested to my fuck-buddy Lisa that she grows some, and later texted to the pregnant stewardess that a landing strip would be most appropriate! As for oral sex administered by this woman, that would take a whole page to describe! It truly is Turkish Delight! 

What made the moment even more exciting was that Lena was once again standing in the doorway watching us, towels folded over her arms, her face expressionless. I was sure that Kamile was aware of her presence and I altered my position so that the maid had a clear view of my cock plunging in and out of my lover's soaking wet cunt. Lena was polite enough not to stimulate herself, I was later informed that she carried out that pleasurable task in private quite soon after!

When we had both cum, I passed Kamile some toilet tissue, and Lena politely knocked on the door, her eyes transfixed on my spunk covered cock. Her actions later on defied any thoughts I might have had about her being simply a voyeur.

Kamile kissed me goodbye with a warm hug and Lena passed me my coat and closed the front door behind them both. As I reached in the pocket for my car keys I felt a small card. Sitting in the car I read the simple message.

Text me 07787 418 853 Lena x

I was right, the Italian girl was interested! And clearly she wanted to keep it secret from her mistress. I wondered how it would work? Every time Kamile returned to Turkey she took Lena with her.

As soon as I got to work, I sent a reply, sweet and simple, "Hello Lena, Tom x"

It was late afternoon when I received the reply I wanted to hear, "Tom can we meet sometime? There is something I need to talk about, and Missy Kamile mustn't know."

Trying not to appear to keen, I left it a few minutes before replying, "What do you want to talk about? And where?"

"Your place? I have seen the way you look at me."

"Ha ha, I saw the way you looked at me too!"

"Good. Then you know what I want to talk about!"

"When are you free? I thought you were going back to Turkey tomorrow?"

"It has been put off one week, Missy going to Scotland first. Friday 7.00?"

"Perfect, I will be waiting. Can you stay the night?"

"I wouldn't be coming if I couldn't!"

I texted her my address and told her to get a taxi from the station.

Friday

For our first fuck we didn't even make the stairs!

But first I ought to describe this luscious Italian teenager.

She was a tad overweight, but in a sexy way, and definitely fanciable with extremely wide kissable lips which would have done credit to the thickest of male genitalia. I know, because they did! When she removed her coat her half exposed breasts were deeply tanned, round and full, a hint of purple nipple showing through her bra and sleeveless top; and she had those haunting come-to-bed eyes so prevalent in Latin countries. Her deeply tanned legs were bare apart from a loose pleated skirt, and a pair of well-worn black sneakers. Her ass, which I had the good fortune to explore intimately a little later, was firm and round. She was dressed to fuck.

When I had descended the stairs and opened the door, she just stood there and uttered my two favourite words, "Fuck me."

And that I did, three times I recollect. It so happened that Lena was so horny that our first fuck, following a joint snog in the open doorway was a fully clothed screw up against the front door as soon as we had closed it. Somehow I had managed to work my erect cock inside her panties, the hem eased to one side! I freed and fondled her magnificent breasts while she expertly installed a condom which she had extracted from her pocket. I idly wondered how many cocks had experienced this delightful service from her delicate fingers.

Lena fucked in that enthusiastic amateurish way that only a teenager can, breathing hard and biting my neck as we humped desperately against that door, her eagerness almost to the point of being embarrassing; hardly surprising when I learned later that this was her first sex since meeting her secret Turkish boyfriend some eight weeks ago! I remember apologising for ejaculating too quickly but she had clearly enjoyed pleasing me and suggested it would be her turn later. When I pulled out of her she wrapped two hands around my wet prick, "He is lovely cock, I knew as soon as I saw you with Missy Carol, I had to have it."

"Why didn't you join us in the shower then?"

She shook her head, "Missy think I am lesbian, she would be very jealous."

"Well, I can confirm you are definitely not lesbian!"

She giggled, And I agree with Missy Carol that you are good fuck."

Picking up her discarded coat, I took her hand. "Good, lets go upstairs to my apartment and prove it some more, shall we?"

We undressed and soaped each other in the shower, slowly getting aroused again. Then, after drying each other off, we sat naked watching some soft porn on Sky, slowly caressing and masturbating each other towards the next round. Lena's pussy really turned me on; she was a little hairy down there, but the black pubes were trimmed to modest bikini lines. While she remained glued to the screen I buried my face in her scented haven and tongue-fucked her to a shuddering orgasm. I remember her surprise when I probed a gentle finger into her tight little asshole. She kissed my wet face passionately when I returned from the steamy jungle down below.

"Missy Kamile films more fuck," she remarked a little breathlessly, pointing to an obviously faked screen coupling.

"I have DVD's if you want real fuck," I replied, mocking her Anglo-Italian accent, but she shook her head and grinned and, holding my stiff cock erect, installed another condom with her teeth, and promptly climbed on top of me. She kissed my mouth wetly and we both gasped as she slithered down my pole. "This real fuck!"

And real fuck it was, in anyone's language! For a while her tight pussy assaulted me from above while I supported her bouncing breasts, she squealing in delight when I chewed on the nearest nipple. Lena then leapt off me and presented her ass in the air and I took her young sweet cunt deeply from behind while she rapidly frigged herself to another noisy orgasm. I don't climax easily again so soon with condoms, so while she calmed down I took the opportunity of once again exploring her intriguing honeypot with my tongue, my nose buried in the musky aroma of her curly pubic hair, finally teasing her tiny clitoris to another, but quieter, orgasm.

Most girls I know love to be kissed while having sex and Lena was no exception. She glued herself to my mouth when I turned her over on to her back and swiftly entered her again, this time holding her legs in the air and holding her arms firmly on the pillow behind her head. My tongue made love to her mouth in time with my deep thrusting lower down. In this position her youthful vaginal walls were gripping me tightly, but when she sensed I was ready to cum she pushed me away. 

"Cum! I see cum!" she cried and pointed to her tanned belly.

Immediately catching on, I whipped off the rubber and she watched intently as I squirted my cream up the length of her body, making sure I reached those gorgeous breasts, one spurt settling neatly under her chin. To cap the erotic occasion she put one finger into a small dollop next to her right nipple and placed it between her lips! This girl obviously watched too much of Kamile's porn! Seeing she was still high as a kite, I massaged my spunk into her tits with one hand, paying careful attention to her engorged nipples, while with the other I frigged her off into yet another grateful climax. To add icing to the cake she finally leant over me and licked the remainder of the cum off my shrinking member.




The Lesbian That Wasn't!



After a quick fondle in another much-needed shower we both fell naked, body-to-body into an exhausted sleep.

Saturday

We fucked yet again when she woke me at dawn, pushing herself back on to me after finding me erect behind her. Being a morning person it didn't take much persuasion to fill her with some freshly brewed man-juice while she happily played with herself. While lying together, our juices seeping out onto the already dampened sheet, my brain returned to its allocated position in my anatomy and I solemnly considered the stupidity of not using another condom; but Lena assured me she was clean and on the pill. Also I felt further relief knowing I was clean myself, and that she hadn't been with anyone but her boyfriend in recent times, and apparently he was paranoid about safe sex.

"Cream much nicer without rubber," she declared, heading for the coffee pot.

I soon forgot the condom issue (forgive the pun) and was standing shaving in the bathroom when this delightful teenager surprised me yet again by squatting down and delving into the front of my boxers, feeding my limp cock into her mouth.

"This say thank you for sleep here."

Despite the early morning encounter I hardened instantly on her tongue. "You said thank you last night Lena, three times to be precise."

Erotically she held the head of my cock against her tongue as she looked up at me, vigorously shaking her head, "No, no. Yesterday I want fuck, you want fuck, we have fuck. This..." she paused, with a long lick up the length of my shaft, "...this say thank you. Now I give Italian job."

For the uninitiated who have never shagged in Rome, an Italian blowjob is cocksucking a la crème; the woman (or male if that's your choice) performs half the job before her man prepares her some breakfast, his reward for that being 'full' completion afterward. Then she sends him satisfied off to work. Using fingers, tongue and mouth, not forgetting the little finger in my small round hole, she quickly brought me close to the point of no return and then stopped.

"Now we eat!"

Horny as hell, my cock staying upright throughout the process, I quickly rustled up eggs, bacon and tomatoes for us both. In our underwear we sat opposite each other at my little kitchen table and quickly devoured the fry-up, my throbbing hard-on threatening to lift the table from the floor! 

The wait was well worth it. Half an hour later she sat on the edge of the bed as I held her head steady and exploded into her throat with a pent-up force way beyond anything I could ever have imagined. And to complete the picture she merrily gulped the lot down with a huge grin!

Her parting words as she lewdly licked her lips before trotting off down the stairs were, "I not ever have English cream, it very good thank you. I take back to Turkey with me." 

It crossed my mind that my semen had never traveled with Turkish Airways before; but then I thought rather sadly it would probably be peed out into a toilet well before then! I still have her number and made a mental note to enquire of my boss the possibility of opening a branch in Turkey!

I spent the remainder of that day reminiscing over the past year. In the last seven months I'd had sex with five different women, three of them married, and two of those unhappily. I realise that all of a sudden, none of them were available, unless I booked a flight and headed for the Ottoman Empire. Kamile and her definitely non-lesbian maid had returned to Ankara. My schooltime sweetheart Carol was also out there with her husband and family. Rachel, destined to be my second wife, and her present asshole of a husband were under orders not to sleep around until the contact between the two firms was signed, and that was still six months away. Lisa the stewardess was pretty much attached to a her black lover over in the States and, since that orgiastic gathering on New Year's Eve, we had met only twice, once for a very unsatisfactory quickie in a Heathrow hotel, and the other time in the rear seats of a half empty 747 out of Boston. Even her sexy sister Karen, although she admitted he had the hots for me, was still unavailable, and I was definitely of the opinion that she was the world's prize prick-tease.

On that Saturday evening, while I consoled myself by watching the video of my lovemaking with Carol, I received a text from Lisa.

"Hi darling, I am in London next Wednesday, can we meet? We need to chat"

I replied immediately, "Sure. What time? My place?"

"I said chat, not fuck! What about the Dukes Head at 1.00?"

"Fine, cu there Tx"

"PS Can you bring the laptop?"

I wondered why she wanted that, apart from anything else it held hundreds of pictures and several movies celebrating our sex life together, particularly the one we had shared over the Net with another couple (Christmas stockings.) We had bought the machine from the Apple Store in Regent Street last year, both of us paying half. Being of suspicious nature, I made a mental note to make copies of the items I wanted to keep.

Wednesday

"Tom," she said quietly, after we had carried our drinks to a quiet table. Lisa was very heavily pregnant. "You realise that it's over with us don't you?"

"Since we have only shagged twice in six months, I did sort of get the message."

"Matt wants to marry me." Matthew was her black lover in New York, apparently the father of her unborn child.

"Fuck! I didn't see that coming!"

She grinned sheepishly, "Nor did I Tom. Even though I am going to have his child."

I patted her hand, "They say true love is blind."

"Tom, I'm bored. Obviously I had to give up flying, and they couldn't find me a ground job." I miss seeing all my friends. Including you."

I grinned at her, "Seeing or shagging?"

"That's not fair, Tom. There was only you in Paris and the guy in Australia, and of course Matthew."

I patted her hand, "Things change Lisa. Look at me with Rachel. And now you have Matthew, he sounds perfect for you."

"Matt is so kind and generous, and a wonderful lover. No better than you," she quickly added.

"You don't have to be condescending, Lisa. You already told me he has a bigger cock."

She looked around, the next table's occupants were sniggering at the overheard remark.

"Sssh, only bigger as in longer, but not as fat! I will never forget Paris, Tom. That night we were both too shy to make the first move." She leaned forward to whisper, "And I still masturbate every time I think of it!"

"Me too, fancy the same again?"

"No Tom, I promised myself when I landed this morning, it's only me and Matt now, for the child's sake. Besides, look at me." She pointed to the round protrusion supporting her breasts, "I don't think you would be able to get near me, even with a twelve inch one!"

"More than one way to skin a cat," I laughed. "Anyway, I meant another drink!"

"Oh." For a moment she looked disappointed that my offer wasn't actually sexual, then smiled, "Yes please, can you ask them to put less soda in mine this time?"

Returning to the table I asked if she would like me to attend the christening.

"Why would you want to do that?"

"In case the baby is white, and mine."

She laughed, "Tom darling, in many ways I wish it was yours, but as I said at Christmas, the timing is wrong. Sorry."

We sat in silence for a minute or two, listening in on an argument on an adjoining table.

"Tom, there are some things we need to sort out."

"What?"

"Well, the holiday tickets for one, and there is the issue of the laptop."

The Caribbean holiday she had paid for us both as my Christmas present was only a few weeks away. Up until recently I had hoped that it would still be her occupying our tropical bed, but clearly her situation had changed that.

"What do you suggest?"

"It's quite simple really. How about you keep both the tickets, you have another six days in which you can change my name, I checked that out, and I get to keep the laptop?"

Semi prepared for this, I nodded, "I still wish it was you coming with me, but obviously that's now impossible with the baby due, July isn't it?"

She nodded, "Seventeenth. Tom, I would love to have had ten days with you all to myself, but what about Rachel? I am sure she would love to go?"

"You know I have her to look forward to when she gets divorced but until then we can't do anything."

"My sister? She's had the hots for you for ages."

"Much as I would love to get into Karen's pants, I know she is still with somebody and, if I am on holiday with a woman, I don't want her to be screwing every available male."

She laughed, "Yes she is a bit of a tramp in that department. I can't criticise though, I was exactly the same myself when I was her age."

"Pity I didn't meet you sooner then!" 

So, the deal was done. Lisa took the laptop and I was left with two tickets to paradise and currently only one person to make use of them.

At the doorstep of the pub we said an emotional goodbye. Once again I suggested a parting fuck, and again she refused.

"Our time is up, Tom. We have to move on."

She waved goodbye and as she crossed the street she yelled back, "Love to Rachel."

Which, with the sorrow of finally parting, reminded me that I did in fact have one very special woman waiting for me, nor knowing at the time that another was waiting in the wings.

The leading question now was, who I am going to get to come with me to Young Island, wherever the fuck that is? Too late, I realized that my contact with the internet had gone off down the street with my ex fuck-buddy and, knowing the boss's reluctance to allow us access to unauthorized websites, I headed off to the nearest internet café.

Being lunchtime, Arthur's Cybershop was full and then I remembered the close-by British Library. I looked at my watch, I still had time.

I glanced at the mousey librarian and headed into the vast reference room.

In the extended travel section I found six volumes on the Leeward Islands and grabbed them all, leaving a conspicuous gap on the shelf. The adjacent dingy room I was now in delivered up a very worn single volume on St Vincent, with only a vague reference to its offshore Young Island.

Arms laden, I headed for the checkout. The librarian was attending the next person in line, her fingers long and arrow straight, each and every one heavily adorned with a liberal quantity of gaudy rings which clinked noisily each time she date-stamped a book. Automatically I noted the absence of a wedding ring. Her nails were professionally manicured and, out of contrast with her demeanour, painted bright red. I wondered idly if her toenails were the same colour, an adornment I find most stimulating, especially when the toe in question is horizontally inclined with one's own. To complete the picture, she wore pearl necklace, an example of which was last seen on my grandmother! 

She looked up as I passed her my stack of books and produced an unexpected warm smile, displaying a very even row of dazzling white teeth. Maybe that's what made me make the rash move? I am a sucker for beautiful teeth, the polished feel of them in that tentative probing first kiss. 

Rubber stamp poised for action, she glanced up, catching me staring at the gentle swelling of her breasts behind that sad looking sweater. I wondered just how much her modest clothing was hiding, suddenly attracted to some hidden sexual energy emanating from this strange woman. I noted the absence of any rings that might attach her to another person

"Lovely name," I remarked, my stare hastily lifting from the badge on her breast to her bright green eyes. She frowned for a moment, then smiled again.

Glancing at my library card she quickly handed it back to me. "I would never guess where you're going on holiday, Mr. Graham."

It was at this moment that the brain lodged between my legs engaged autopilot and probably changed my life forever, and most certainly not in the direction I expected from this encounter. I grinned back charmingly, holding her stare, oblivious to the customers waiting behind.

"Young Island actually, in the Caribbean. Very small, very exclusive and apparently, very romantic."

Totally losing the plot I leaned forward conspiratorially and added, " I know this might sound rather odd, but I've just found out that my ex-girlfriend can't come, would you be interested her ticket?"

Clearly from her expression she thought I was joking, because she laughed back at me with a strong Dublin accent, "Bloody right to be sure, do we leave tonight?" 

Holding my eyes steady with her own she realised I was serious and put her hands to her open mouth. 

"Oh my God! You mean it!"

Before she could react further I quickly held up my hands, "No strings, just companionship and a free holiday."

The elderly woman in line behind me who had been listening intently, butted in loudly, "Go for it girl, I would!"

Ignoring the comment I gave Lesilia a winsome smile. "Don't decide now, meet me outside when you finish and we can chat about it, okay?"

Her eyes open wide, she looked stunned as I gathered up my books and hurriedly left the building before giving her a chance to say no thank you or I have a boyfriend or sick mother or some other lame excuse I didn't want to hear at that moment. As I glanced back through the glass doors she was still staring after me, hand to her open mouth, the elderly woman trying to get her attention. As I strode happily back to my car I suddenly realised that the encounter had given rise to an erection, I had just attempted to pull the librarian! And, in her excitement, she hadn't even stamped my books!

Back at my apartment I threw the books on the sofa and poured a large whisky. Only then did the impact of what I had just done really hit me. I had invited a complete stranger to spend ten days with me in the Caribbean, and for all I knew she might not be interested in sex, which would be a holiday disaster, and by the clothes she was wearing she could easily pass for a lesbian! I must have been mad, I was sure that, within the next six days, I could find a woman who would jump at an all-expenses paid holiday in the tropics, and there was till Karen. I suspected she would dump her boyfriend for an adventure like this. Her number was scrawled on a Post-it by my bedside phone; one call and I knew her bags would be packed! I had to get out of this dilemma I resolved, the chances were that Lesilia would sensibly refuse and the door would be open again, but I had to do the gentlemanly thing and meet her as arranged, especially as I had to return the books at some stage, even if only to get them stamped.

A little before 5.30 I was waiting outside the library main entrance with my speech prepared. "Look Lesilia, I was totally out of order in there and will totally understand if you don't want to come." I rephrased it a dozen times until I was convinced I had the words which would guarantee a refusal and allow her to keep face, thus leaving me free to chase Lisa's very available sister. My well-prepared speech was instantly forgotten when ten minutes later a delightful sexy creature bearing only the remotest resemblance to a librarian called Lesilia, descended the steps toward me, smiling nervously.

"Put your eyes back in their sockets Mr. Graham and buy me a drink please. I think I need one after that proposal of yours." She surprisingly took my arm as we made our way to the pub across the square. Within four hours of parting from my ex lover I had a new one, or at least I hoped I did!

Lesilia did in fact agree to come with me, and once we reached our destination a few weeks later, I discovered that hers wasn't the only sex on offer. Young Island turned out to be a fucking paradise, or rather, a paradise for fucking.

For a continuation of this story and how I met Susan, please read '24 Hours' and Sue's own version "Sex and a Single Girl," which you will find under the Author title "Sue_in_Surrey"

Thank you for reading my story, I hope it stimulated the senses, particularly the erogenous ones!

A Bientot

Tom Graham ©June 2007