0 comments/ 54330 views/ 6 favorites The Shed By: TJA My girlfriend Viv and I have always had a pretty magnificent sex life since we first went out together and we are often looking at ways of spicing it up. We were in bed one night talking after a marathon shagging session when we agreed that we would like a foursome. However, since we didn't want to just leap in, we decided that we would plan it all out with lots of chances for us to call it off if we ever felt uneasy with it. We also decided that we knew whom it was we wanted have our foursome with, we wanted to shag the couple we knew from just down our street. Jo and Ian have been our best friends since we moved to London and we have done lots together; dinners, nights out, going to sporting events and we all meet at the local after work on Fridays. We have all been very pissed together and both Viv and I feel that there has been a lot of sexual tension between us, we also chose Jo and Ian as I fancy Jo and Viv fancies Ian. We needed a plan to blend in our foursome over a few weeks. That way we had plenty of time to pull out should we so desire, we also figured that we would look forward to it and enjoy the build up more. We would then be able to make it look more natural so that if Ian or Jo looked like they wouldn't be up for it we could pull out and remain friends. Viv came up with a brilliant plan to catch them that would make Ian and Jo feel that the foursome would ultimately be as much their idea as ours. The plan was to use our new tanning room that I made as a tool to get Ian to spy on Viv, Jo to spy on me and vice versa. This is what we would initially use to test the water with Ian and Jo to asses our chances. Our tanning room is a top of the range weatherproof garden shed with a top of the range sun-bed, carpeted floors and small two-person sauna. I made it having bought the sauna kit and sun-bed from a local company that was going bust. I only paid £1200 for £6000 worth of kit. Ian and Jo had often asked I would let them use it but the chance had not come across yet. Our plan involved me cutting spy holes in the wall of the shed so that a clear view of both the sauna and the sun-bed could be had but anybody using the equipment wouldn't notice. I made four well-positioned holes of about three inches in diameter, two for viewing the sun-bed and two for looking into the sauna. I disguised them as ventilation ducts and placed fine gauze over the inner section so that you had to be very close to be able to see anything from the inside. When not in use I had four metallic plates that slid over and covered the holes to keep the elements out. When I checked them out I was very impressed with my ingenuity as when we tested it I couldn't tell that Viv was looking in and I knew where to look. Also because of the shrubbery and bushes to one side of the shed there was a perfect hiding place should you hear anybody undoing the lock to leave the shed. The plan was set. That Friday in the pub I suggested to them that they come over in the morning to try out our sun-bed and sauna. Viv knew that Jo wouldn't be able to come as she was helping out another friend of theirs with a charity fashion show, that way we could test Ian first. I also knew that the following week we were going to be playing football on the Sunday and the plan was for me to call off sick so that we could get Jo over on her own the following week. Saturday morning came and Ian was due at 11 am. Viv went to the shed and stripped down naked and got onto the sun-bed at about ten to so that I could get to show Ian my naked girlfriend. Ian turned up a few minutes early and I pretended that, having been pissed the night before, I had forgotten he was coming. He was nice and said not to worry as he could come another time but I handed him a beer and said that Viv wouldn't be too long so he should wait. We chatted for a few minutes and he asked if you needed to be naked to use the sun-bed and sauna. I told him that you didn't have to be but it was much better if you were and that both Viv and I went naked. Ian was playing into our hands and when he said, 'I wouldn't mind seeing Viv in the sauna!' I knew I had him. 'I often spy on her when she is in there.' I said, 'The ventilation system allows for a perfect view. Would you like to see?' Ian spilt his beer as he realised what I was offering. I explained that Viv would never know but that I would only let him if he promised to not tell anyone, not even Jo. Ian agreed and we quietly went around to the side of the shed. For added authenticity Viv was listening to her 'Sports-master Walkman' so as not to inadvertently hear us, this would also look more realistic to Ian if we made a noise and she didn't look to see what it was. I pulled the four chrome panels off the side of the shed and we peered in to see my naked girlfriend. Viv's body was lit in a blue haze from the sun-bed and she had deliberately left the top set of lights a lot higher than you are supposed to so that we would get a better view. Viv has a great body, she is about 5 ft tall with thick red hair, curvy hips and best of all, firm 36 D's. She keeps her pubes nicely trimmed and her body has a perfect tanned colour from the sun-bed, quite rare on a redhead. Ian was grinning and whispered to ask if I was sure that it was ok for him to spy on my girlfriend. I reminded him that she enjoyed having herself eyed up by other people as she often went to the nude beach when we were on holiday. After three or four minutes Viv got up off the sun-bed and, knowing where the spy holes were, stood up facing us as she pretended not to know we were there. Ian looked at me as if to ask if were rumbled but I put my finger to my mouth to gesture for him to keep quiet. Next Viv's exhibitionist side came out as she exercised on the spot: stretching, bending over, bring her knees up to her chest etc. This gave us several good glimpses of her pussy lips but best of all was when she turned with her back to us and, with legs about a foot apart, started bending over to touch the floor. I was a bit worried that this was a bit too obvious but I think Ian was too caught up in it all to realise or even care. He had a huge erection tenting his jogging trousers. As we stared at Viv's arse and pussy from behind I could tell that she was very aroused as her pussy lips were covered in moisture. Viv then decided to take a sauna and went into the small room and sat on the bench, closing the door behind her. Ian and I moved to the second peepholes and saw that Viv was sat slightly forward on the bench with her feet up next to her arse cheeks. She also had her legs open and her pussy on full display. I noticed that Ian had his hands in his joggers and I did the same, wanking my erection through my shorts, whilst we ogled my sexy girlfriend. Viv then surprised us both as after about five minutes she was sweating profusely and both her hands moved down to her cunt as she started to pull and rub at herself. We got to see her spread her pussy lips wide open then delve two fingers into her sopping hole before pulling them out and repeating the same actions. Viv must have been very turned on as she came in waves after only a few minutes, her whole body shuddering as she had her orgasm. Viv continued to sit where she was and then said out loud to herself. 'Hmmmmmm..... Just five more minutes I think.' I looked over to see that Ian had his cock out and was wanking furiously as he shot a couple of huge dollops of his spunk up the side of the shed. He was bright red and I could tell how hard he was trying to stifle his groans of release. I too was close so I opened my fly and pulled my cock out to finish myself off. Looking in on Viv with her reddened pussy dripping with her juices was a picture to behold. I too then shot my load and had to bite my lip to keep quiet so as not to raise suspicion from Ian that this was a set-up. I had seen Ian's dick in the showers after football but never hard. I noticed had a good 8 inches when erect as he stood there eyes closed and quietly gasping for air. I put my 7 inches away and signalled that we should go back indoors before we get caught. We replaced the vent covers and quietly moved back into the house. Ian went straight upstairs to clean himself up and I went into the kitchen to do the same. As Ian and I sat in the lounge watching a football programme Viv walked in wearing her dressing gown and gasped when she saw Ian. 'Oh Shit,' she said, 'I forgot you were coming over Ian. Have you been waiting long?' Ian lied and said that he had only just got here and not to worry. 'Looks like you've been for a run Ian, you look all flushed.' Viv then said with a smile. He stammered a yes but to be honest it wasn't very convincing. I then took Ian out to the shed and showed him how to work all the equipment, gave him a couple of towels and left him too it. When I got back into the house Viv called me upstairs. 'Is he in the shed?' she asked. When I told her he was she dropped her robe and ordered me to fuck her as she bent over the bed showing me her sopping cunt from behind. My cock, although already spent, jumped to life and we spent the next half-hour fucking like it was our first time. By the time Ian was out an hour had passed and we decided to go to the pub as, having got her shag, Viv had gone to the shops. We chatted about our experience and both agreed that my Mrs. Was a hot babe. He asked me if I fancied Jo to which I told him how I did find her sexy but as she was married had never really thought about her like that before (I am a good liar). He then said that he owed me a favour and suggested that we should spy on Jo together some time if I was interested. Is the Pope Catholic? I told him that she was due to come around next Sunday but that it was Football. 'Fuck the football!' He said, 'We should call off now so that they have time to get replacements for us. Then the girls will think we are at football and we can sneak into your garden and watch my Jo.' He told me that he didn't think that she would wank though. Sunday seemed to take forever to come around and Viv and I were desperate for phase two of our plan to work, we talked about nothing else all week. Viv told me how turned on she had been knowing that we were watching and although it wasn't her initial intention; she just had to wank as we looked at her. Ian and Jo arrived and I pretended to go off to football in Ian's car as Jo got out and went indoors with Viv. Ian parked up in a side street about five minute's walk from our house and we walked over to my place. I carefully checked to see where the girls were and saw that they were just walking into the lounge with a cup of coffee each. This gave Ian and I a chance to use the gate and take the path at the side of the house into the garden and hide behind the shrubbery. I removed the vent panels and we sat there whispering to each other about the game we were missing. When I heard the kitchen door that backs onto the garden open Ian and I sat silently as Viv and Jo came out and wondered over to the shed. We heard Viv explaining how it all works and leaving Jo a couple of towels switched on the sauna to heat it up and left Jo to it. We heard Jo lock herself in and so moved into position. Ian immediately got his soft dick out, pushed his jeans around his knees and took hold of his dick. I took my dick out through the fly of my chinos and we watched Jo as she started to undress. She had obviously come prepared as when she removed her baggy sweatshirt her milky white tits were brought into view. I guessed them to be about a 32 B, maybe a C, as they sat firm against her body. Her nipples were quite small and appeared to be erect, most likely from the light breeze that moved through the shed when it was windy outside. She then kicked off her trainers and her dainty little feet came into view and we watched as she sat on the little stool next to the sun-bed and gave them a little rub. Lastly she stood back up and in one swift movement took down her jogging bottoms and panties revealing her dark pubic mound to us as well as a little tattoo to the left of her bush. Just next to the vents I made is a full length mirror and we both watched as she rubbed her hands roughly over her hard nipples and down to her hips. She looked herself up and down a few times, turning from side to side to check herself out. She did have a little tummy but by no means fat. Jo was sexy, mostly by the way she 'walked and talked' and her facial expressions. She had a good body too though; about 5ft 6 with short black hair, muscular frame and wide hips, pretty much any bloke would have been happy to have her as a wife. I was now rock hard, as was Ian, as Jo set the 20-minute timer and having put the safety goggles on laid back to relax on the sun-bed. From my position I could see just how firm her tits were as they hardly sagged at all. They sat nicely on her chest, not dropping to the sides like a woman with bigger tits like Viv. Ian had lost himself in the situation and spewed his load over the side of the shed, his face so red I thought his head was going to explode. As Jo didn't have any music playing so we had to keep deadly still and quiet if were not going to get caught. Unfortunately Jo then pulled the top section right down across her body and obscured our view so Ian sat down next to where he was with a big grin on his face and looked at me and mouthed the words, 'Sexy Babe!' To which I nodded in agreement. I too sat down slowly for the remainder of the 20 minute session looking in on Jo tanning under the blue lights from time to time to see if I could see her nakedness. When we heard the little buzzer sound Ian and I got back into place and watched as Jo lifted the lights off her and sat up. She sat on the edge of the sun-bed with her feet slightly apart and gave as both a small glimpse of her hairy pussy. This had us both hard again and when Jo stood up she gave a big stretch that really showed her body off to perfection, those firm tits hardly moving at all. I think that if I didn't know better I would have said they were implants. Jo strolled over to the sauna, her bottom wobbling as she opened the door, walking in and closed the door behind her. Ian and I moved slowly over to the second viewing holes and watched as she lay down a towel and sat down. She moved her feet forward and leant back to relax with her arms out to either side as balance. I was close now to shooting. I think the heightened sexual awareness of seeing Jo naked for the first time made me hotter than usual. I also noticed that although he had shot once already Ian was pumping his hard on like his life depended on it. Jo sat there sweating away the stresses of life oblivious to Ian and I as we looked on wanking our cocks like she was in a porno magazine we were reading. I eventually let go and shot a huge wad of come up the side of the shed followed by three more fairly large shots before I relaxed my body again. Ian wasn't far behind and he let out a soft whimper as he shot his second load, again I thought his head was about to explode. I think Jo heard as she flinched and sat up for a moment, but having convinced herself it was nothing relaxed again. Ian and I looked at each other and let out our breaths as we realised how close we had been to getting caught. We kept our eyes glued to the peepholes as Jo sat there occasionally changing her sitting position and in doing so opening her lets to give us a view of her pussy lips. At one point she had an itch on her inner thigh and lifted her leg high and wide to scratch it. In doing so she let us see the full shape of her cunt as in that position her lips were slightly parted, the pink of her love hole contrasting nicely against her pale skin and dark bush. We eventually heard Viv come out of the kitchen and she knocked on the door of the shed to see how Jo was doing. Jo got up and put the towel around herself before going to the door. We heard them chatting and eventually we heard the door lock and Jo walked back into the sauna and sat down with her towel around her. She was still talking to Viv though and Ian and I looked at each other and grinned as we realised Viv was going to join her. I then heard Viv asking Jo if she minded her being naked in the sauna but that if Jo wanted she would wear a towel. Jo didn't answer but we watched as she stood up and threw her towel out through the door before sitting back down on the bench naked. Ian and I looked in with baited breath as we waited to see Viv who appeared into view naked carrying a couple of iced waters. Ian and I grinned at each other as Viv sat on the bench next to Jo and lifted one leg up, resting her foot on the bench so that we could see her freshly shaven cunt. They chatted about being naked and Jo kept saying how she loved being naked but that she didn't have the confidence to be naked on the beach etc. She even said how she had never been topless on the beach. In contrast Viv told Jo stories of how sexy she felt after lying on nude beaches and how great our sex was afterwards. They seemed to be enjoying each others company a lot and at one stage even talked about how Viv shaved her pussy saying how it always meant she would wank straight after. Ian and I were again wanking our dicks hard as we watched and listened to the girls as Jo talked about how she might shave her pussy soon a treat for Ian. I then had his third orgasm of the afternoon but I noticed that there was practically no spunk left in him. Jo then surprised us all by telling Viv how much she would love to go to nude beaches or naturist parks as she loved to look at dicks. She told Viv how watching Ian wank is almost as much fun for her as sex itself. This conversation was hot and as such was all I could bear as I shot a second load of spunk that dribbled off my dick and onto the mud below. Ian was now sat down just listening and I moved over to sit down too. It was then that Viv put phase four into operation as their conversation about watching blokes wanking began to peter out. Viv must have felt the time was right as she asked Jo if she would like to watch me wank myself off. Jo laughed at first but then realised that Viv was serious and without wanting to sound too keen asked Viv how I would do that without expecting something from her in return. Viv then told Jo about my peepholes in the shed and how I didn't know she knew they were there. She lied to Jo saying that she had got her to come over today as she knew we were at football so I couldn't sneak out and look at Jo if I had wanted to. She also said that this is why it had taken so long for a suitable time as she told Jo how I fancied her. Ian and I were shitting ourselves hoping that we weren't going to be caught. Ian didn't know that Viv and I were in this together so we suggested we sneak back to the car before we get caught. I had to agree so as to appear shocked and we ever so quietly moved away, down the side of the house and out onto the road. When we got back to Ian's car we simply sat there and talked about what had happened. Ian hadn't realised his wife's kink for watching men wank themselves off but did admit that she did ask him to wank for her often. 'I can't believe that Viv knows about the spy holes mate!' He said. I told him how I hadn't realised she knew. He even asked me if I thought that her wanking in the sauna was for me and that she didn't realise he was there too. I lied and told him that she knew I wouldn't watch her on a Saturday as the football programmes are always on and she knows I would never miss them. I also told him that she hadn't said anything about it so she would never know he was there. I also took the opportunity to tell him how sexy his wife is and he returned the complement about Viv. We sat in the car for another half an hour (so that we got home at the usual time) and talked about how Ian wouldn't mind if I wanted to wank for Jo provided she didn't have to do anything in return. I then had the idea of asking him if he would like to wank for Viv, which he immediately said, 'Yes!' to. I suggested that we do it by letting her watch him in the sauna and Ian agreed that it was the best way to avoid embarrassment. I told him to ask if he could use the sauna next Sunday when we got back to my place and I would say I had to go to the DIY centre that day. Before going I would say I had to go to the one the wrong side of town so that they had over an hour and a half to watch you. I would get back and say the item I wanted was out of stock. My goal was to check to see if they did come to watch you. Then the following week Ian could drop Jo off at our house and say he had to go and buy a car part whilst I wanked for them. We agreed it was a perfect idea and that it would be our secret. The Shed This is a true account of an experience I had when I was in my early twenties. I randomly bumped into the girl it relates to the other day, and as we said hello, blood flooded my cock with the memory of it. I haven't told anyone this before. * I was in my twenties going though college. At that age, I was interested in two things - playing music and fucking girls. I played in a local band, and that really helped me out with both! There was a great scene in our town, gigs were always packed, and being onstage did something to girl's legs!.it made them easier to open! There must be a medical term for that! We had a group of girls that hung out with us and came to see the band regularly, friends firstly, but the boundaries blurred regularly and we had fucked a few of them on different, drunken occasions! It was all good fun though, no one took it too seriously and it didn't affect our friendships. Anyway, during the summer, one of the girls, Claire, invited us to a party at her parent's house. They were away for the weekend and she had free reign of the house. That always meant drunken fun and a sore head the following day! We got there about 10pm. It was a warm night, and everyone was in the garden, out the back of her house. The garden was long and L shaped. The group were sitting round a fire pit at the top of the garden, and right on the corner, running down towards the house stood a row of old ramshackle brick sheds. The occupants used them either as small workshops or dumping grounds. The night was great fun and pretty soon everyone was varying stages of drunk, sitting around, talking over each other, telling jokes, playing guitar and laughing. I was buzzing and in a great mood! As usual there was lots of flirting going on with the girls there - a few girls I didn't know and the ones in our gang. Anyway, as the night went on, I was finishing up a conversation with a random girl when Claire walked in. I'd never fucked Claire, but she was one of the flirtiest girls in the group. There were always sexual undertones to our conversations, and she could curse with the best of them! She had a boyfriend. He was ok, but a bit straight and kinda on the outskirts of the group. He always seemed a little straight for her in my opinion and I'd noticed earlier tonight he was already drunk. Claire is a little rocket. Barely 19, about 5'1 with long dark hair, dark brown eyes, and full heart shaped lips, and just the right amount of meat on her bones (Skinny girls are not my thing!) Her outstanding features however were her tits. Claire, to put it bluntly, was fucking stacked! One of the best sights in the world is a short girl with great big tits, and Claire was certainly that. She looked fantastic tonight - A long skirt and a tight, little black strappy vest top that looked like it was stretched to bursting point! You could JUST see the shape of her nipples through the top. A mixture of rock chick, hippy and goth all rolled up in one. "So, who do you have your sights set on tonight?" she asked, taking a swig of her beer. "Well, it's still early so I'm keeping my options open." I replied. "The world is my oyster!". She started walking back outside to join the group "Well, be selective about which oyster you decide to open tonight. You could end up with slimy fingers!" I laughed "Good advice. Thanks Claire". The night went on, and pretty much everyone was drunk. The fire pit was roaring and there was a real buzz of laughter and music. I'd been sitting opposite Claire all night, and watched, as her boyfriend got progressively more and more drunk. He started drunkenly kissing her and pawing at her tits in front of everyone, which didn't go down well at all. Claire said something angrily to him, then got up and walked back to the house to get another drink from the kitchen. Something in the way she talked to me earlier tonight made me think I could be in. Fuck it, I thought, and got up to follow her. Her boyfriend wouldn't have been aware of it even if I had shouted it out loud, so screw him, I thought. I timed it perfectly and met her at the top of the row of outhouses on her way back to the party. Two more steps and she would have been in full view of the others. I stood in her way, leaning against the shed. "So, Romeo looks like he's a bit worse for wear?" I said. "Yeah. Fucking lightweight never paces himself, and I always end up on my own after he passes out. What about you? Do you have your eye on anyone tonight?" "Yeah kinda but I'm not sure how it'll go down." I said. "Well, it's gotta end better than my night." She looked pissed off. "Not necessarily." I said. "Come here!" I grabbed her hand and pulled her into the dark shed and closed the door. No one had seen us go in. The room was small, 6ft wide x8ft long max, with a low workbench running along the length behind me. Claire had her back pressed against the wall. There was just enough light coming through a covered window from the fire pit outside to make out her face as my eyes got used to the dark. She looked surprised, and just a little bit nervous. "Why did you drag me in here then?" She was trying to keep the cockiness she'd exhibited earlier, but it was slipping. I think she realised she had flirted herself into a situation she might not be able to get out of. "I think you know why" I said, running my hands up her thighs, moving myself against her. There was hardly enough room to manoeuvre. My face was close to hers and my body was now pressed lightly against hers. She must have been able to feel my cock pressing into her mound through her long skirt. "You're a cocky bastard aren't you." She said, but again, the conviction she had in her voice earlier was gone. She was definitely nervous. I couldn't decide whether this was a good or bad idea, but she smelled so good, I let my hard-on rule my head. I pushed a little harder into her. "Yeah, but you already knew that." I said "What do you think you are doing? You know I have a boyfriend." "Yeah, you do." I replied. "Aren't you worried someone will come in an see us?" "See us doing what?" I asked "This!" she exclaimed! "What?..do you mean this?" I asked, looking directly at her as I moved my hand up her body and firmly pushed up fully cupping one of her tits in the palm of my hand. Fuck it was heavy. I squeezed her tit just a little harder than I should have, harder than her boyfriend would have. I released my grip and felt her thick nipple slide down my palm as gravity took its course. Her big breast bounced once, heavily back into place. I fucking love that about truly epic tits. That single, heavy bounce. Smaller tits jiggle, which is great, but big tits move with purpose, like a wave. I wanted to rip her top open. My hand moved up and over her throat, and under her chin, gently squeezing and pushing her head up so she was looking directly at me. She looked a little scared. Scared and defiant, but her eyes were hungry. She was silently challenging me to go further. She knew she wasn't in any real danger, but she was silently buying into the moment. She knew what was going to happen. She was going to get fucked. Fucked in her dad's dark shed, while the party went on around her, and at any moment, someone could open the door and see her. Catch her fucking. Actually, not fucking...being fucked. With her head tilted upwards towards me, I moved my hand to the back of her head, grabbed a fistful of her thick dark hair, slowly pulled her face towards me and put my mouth on hers. Her soft, full lips gave way around mine as I kissed her. My tongue pushing into her mouth, met by hers softly pushing back. A soft kiss quickly changed as lust took over. We both knew this had to be quick. It wasn't a romantic liaison. There was an urgency to what we were doing...or about to do. She knew she was a slutty girl, being fucked in secret, behind her boyfriends back. We were both breathing heavily as we devoured each other. I felt her hand drop to rub my cock. I was so fucking hard it felt like my cock was going to burst. She roughly, greedily rubbed my cock though my jeans as I again moved my hand onto her tit. I grabbed a handful and squeezed hard, feeling her huge tit fill my hand completely. I caught her big, thick nipple between my thumb and forefinger and twisted and pulled it towards me. Our lips parted. "Fuck, we can't do this." She gasped. "What if someone catches us?" I tightened my fist in her hair and started to push my hand up her top. "Claire...I want to fuck you" I said staring directly at her. It was a statement as opposed to a question. She paused for just a second, and nodded quickly, giving me permission. To be honest, I don't know how I would have stopped even if she hadn't nodded. Her breath caught as my hand touched her bare skin for the first time. I ran my hand over her vest and bra straps and pulled them off her shoulders, before pulling her top and bra down over her tits. The fabric caught on her stubby nipples, just for a second, before it popped underneath her magnificent tits. I had wondered what they would be like for years, and I wasn't disappointed. Her tits were breathtaking. They were milky white, and big - fucking big - but they sat high on her chest, with large, dark pink areola and delicious thick, puckered nipples. "Claire, your tits are fucking amazing." "Yeah, I know!" she said sarcastically. "They're too big." I laughed..."They can never be too big." The skin of her breast was so soft, but fucking hell it was firm, and her nipple stood out solidly against my palm. "We can't do this! What about my boyfriend?" It came out with a little conviction..but her slim fingers didn't stop wanking my cock through my jeans. "Fuck your boyfriend Claire. The stupid cunt is passed out...and his dirty girl has her tits out a few feet away from him, rubbing another mans cock. I don't give a fuck if someone catches us...you look fucking beautiful" as I moved my mouth down and latched onto one of her thick nipples. She let out a whimper, torn between staying faithful to her boyfriend, and satisfying the burn in her pussy. I squeezed her breast hard and sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, grazing her nipple with my teeth. She gasped with the nip, but it was a good gasp. I let her nipple drop from my mouth with a soft pop and looked at her. Time slowed down. Holding eye contact, I moved my hands down her thighs and slowly raised her long, soft skirt up her legs. I don't know whether it was the colder air, or the situation, but I felt goosebumps raised on her skin. My fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh towards towards her covered pussy. I could see dark pubic hair every so slightly through her white, cotton panties. As they got closer I could feel the temperature change. The inside of her thighs were hot and damp, like she'd been working out...well, she kind of was! I moved my other hand round to squeeze her firm arse and pull her subtly towards me. I didn't think she would move away, but...just in case. I was well past the point of stopping. She opened her thighs ever so slightly. I don't even know if she was aware of it, but she did. I turned my hand palm up, and ran my middle finger over the gusset of her panties from her pussy up to her clit. Her white cotton panties were fucking soaked. I could feel her pussy lips squelch open as I pushed the fabric between them. Claire let out an involuntary, low groan as I circled the ball of my finger over her clit. I could feel my cock throb with anticipation. She was being a little slut and she knew it, and the thought of it had flooded her. I slid my fingers into her panties, her pussy sucked at them as they separated from her slick, thick lips. "God, I'm so wet." she said. I pushed two fingers between her lips, separating them easily and pulled them back towards me. They slid easily along her soaked pussy until I reached her clit. It pulsed as I dragged my fingers over it, the hood pulling back easily leaving her clit exposed. I focused on it, slowly rubbing the ball of my finger back and forth over it, the slight roughness of my fingerprint creating that delicious friction. I ran three finger tips over her clit, back and forth, again and again - an little trick an ex-girlfriend taught me a while back. She use to say it was like her pussy was going over speedbumps! Whenever I did it, it made fireworks go off in her pussy, and it definitely seemed to be working for Claire. I felt her arse tighten and her knees buckle slightly. "Ohh fuuuuuuckkkk" she said softly under her breath. At that point, I don't think she cared if the door open and the whole party saw her with her skirt around her waist, being fingered. I slid my hand down and slowly sank two fingers into her slick hole. I felt her pussy juice run into the palm of my hand. "Oh god..what are you doing to me?" she said softly, squeezing my cock harder. She moved her hands up to undo my belt and zipper, pushing my jeans down slightly. Her hand quickly snaked into my jeans and I felt her fingers wrap firmly around my stiff cock as she pulled it out. She looked up at me from under her eyelashes and said innocently "Now look what you've gone and made me do!" She held my gaze as started pumping my now exposed cock. She was a picture of innocence...with a cock in her hand! It felt incredible. Her hand slid my foreskin back and forth over the head of my cock, now slick with precum. Her fingers grasping my shaft, feeling every ridge of my rock hard cock. She bit her bottom lip like a naughty girl and said "So..I bet you didn't think I'd be wanking you off when you came here tonight. I feel so dirty with everyone just outside. What would my boyfriend say...if he knew I had your cock in my hand...your fingers...aahhhhh!" I sank my fingers deep into her again. "...god, your fingers feel so good in my pussy." I LOVED the fact she was talking dirty to me as she jerked my cock. I bent my head down again and caught her nipple between my teeth, grazing the puckered nub, causing her pussy to clench around my fingers. Releasing her nipple from my mouth, I moved back slightly so I could see her. She looked amazing, wanton, exposed, her face flushed, her breasts jiggling as her hand steadily pumped my cock. I couldn't believe she was doing this, with the party going on just outside. It was fantastically slutty. It made me want to shoot cum over her fingers. I wanted my cum to run down her skirt, so everyone knew what she had done...but, as amazing as that sounded, I wanted more than a quick handjob. We could save that for next time, I thought! I started to really finger-fuck her. Our lips met again, and she kissed me back hungrily. She had one arm around my neck, almost hanging off of me. I could feel her whole body move rhythmically as I pumped my fingers into her sloppy cunt. I sank my fingers deep into her, curled my fingers into her g-spot, flattened my palm over her clit and rubbed quickly backwards and forwards. It was like I had her hooked on my fingers. I heard her pussy squelch under my flattened palm. The stimulation on her clit and g-spot was too much for her. Her pelvis pulled in the opposite direction to my hand, intensifying the friction and really sinking my fingers into her hole. She started to twitch. She smeared her lips off mine, her face buried into my cheek. "Fuck...oh fuck...you're gonna make..me...ggnnnffffff.. fffuuuucking cummmmmm..." Her legs shook and gave way. Her hand tightened round the back of my neck painfully, her nails dug into my skin. I was the only thing holding her up as her orgasm racked through her body. She tried to keep her gasps under control but it didn't work. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around my fingers as I kept constant pressure on her clit, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible. When she finally stopped twitching, I let my fingers slide out of her swollen pussy. My hand glistened with her juice. She looked up at me, panting, almost surprised at what had just happened, a film of sweat on her chest and forehead. "That was...SO...fucking hot." She panted. "My god!" I couldn't stop smiling at her as I realised she unconsciously still had my cock grasped in her hand...she had stopped pumping it, and just held on tightly as her orgasm hit. I wondered if anyone outside had heard her cum. The small room was filled with the smell of her, thick and heavy, like incense, mixed with the mustiness of the shed. It was a real primal smell, and I loved it. It made my cock twitch in her hand. She looked down at it, thick and engorged, her slim fingers not quite able to circle it fully. Her hand looked small around it and I knew it wouldn't go down until I'd cum. "So, what are we going to do about this?" she asked rhetorically. She already knew. She slid down the wall and squatted on her haunches until my stiff cock was in her face. There was no fucking about, and I groaned loudly as she sunk my cock into her mouth, her lips sliding my foreskin back over the ridge on my bell-end. I kinda groaned too loudly, and she quickly flicked her eyes up to me in concern as she pulled her mouth back along my prick, her cheeks sucked in until it sprung out of her mouth with a wet pop. The sensation of cold as it left her warm was incredible. "Ssshhhhhh" she said as she looked up at me, her mouth wet with saliva and precum. "Your cock tastes amazing... Does it feel good?" "Feels fucking amazing" I said, pushing it back onto her lips. Less talk, more sucking I thought! Without another word she ran her lips down the side of my prick like she was eating a corn cob, soaking my cock with saliva, before sinking her mouth back over the head. My jeans were pooled at my feet as her mouth sucked gently on just the head of my cock. I felt her run her hands up the back of my thighs as she suddenly grasped my arse cheeks, spreading them apart, as she pulled me towards her. My cock sank completely into her mouth, her nose buried in my pubes. It took me by surprise and I groaned "fuuuuuuuckkkkk." No gag reflex. I had never been so deep in a girls mouth before. None of my ex-girlfriends could do it. She literally couldn't get any more cock into her mouth. Her tongue snaked along the underside of my cock and I felt it touch my balls. She loosened her grip on my arse cheeks and slid my cock out of her throat with a slurp. She breathed heavily as my cock hung in front of her face, slick with her saliva. "Bet you didn't expect that, did you?" she said breathlessly before sinking back down on my cock. I put both hands on the side of her head, and she nodded her head, giving me the go ahead to use her mouth. Holding her head still, I started to fuck her face, controlling the speed and depth of my thrusts as her cheeks puffed out and sucked in with the movement. I was going to cum. I had to stop! I knew I would explode if she kept sucking me like that, so using all my will-power, I pulled her mouth off my cock, a strand of saliva hanging between us for a second. I looked tense, focussing on not shooting my spunk over her mouth. She looked up at me and smiled, her cockiness returning. "Like that did you?" she asked, wiping the back of her hand across her lips. "That...was amazing. I want to shove my cock in you. I have to fuck you." My need to cum was desperate now. "As long as you don't tell my boyfriend, you can do whatever you want.." she said. "...that doesn't mean shove it up my arse!!!" she added quickly. It made me laugh! I put my hands up her skirt, taking hold of her sodden panties and pulled them down her thighs, stopping half way, forcing her legs to remain slightly closed. "Black outfit, but white panties?" I said. The Shed "Well, I obviously didn't expect to get fucked by anyone else but my boyfriend tonight." She said with a smile on her face. I could tell she wanted them off so she could spread her legs fully and sink my fat cock into her pussy, but I was enjoying the game too much. I wanted her to remember this. So I left her pants halfway down her thighs...just enough for me to access her pussy. She was so fucking wet I could smell her. Her musky, feminine scent filled the room. I felt my lips curl and my nostrils flare as I drank it in. I wanted to sink to my knees and bury my face in her cunt. I imagined her pussy lips hanging open around my mouth as I tongued her pussy and arsehole. I was god at eating pussy because I genuinely loved it, but I just couldn't wait. I looked into her beautiful eyes and pushed my uncircumcised cock forwards. I felt the tip of my cock flood with warmth as her fat, wet pussy lips slid my foreskin back. Claire gasped as my dick hit her clit and ran along the length of her cunt, coming to rest wedged between her legs. It was at the wrong angle to slide into her, but fuck it felt amazing, held between her wet lips. I slid all the way back and then pushed firmly forward again, the ridges of my cock bouncing off her clit as I drove forward. "Ggnnnffff...you fucking tease. Just fuck me for christ's sake." It seemed I didn't have a choice in the matter. She hooked her thumbs into her panties, wiggled her arse and dropped them to the floor. She leaned back against the wall and lifted one leg up on the workbench behind me. As her body position changed, the head of my cock popped into her pussy. It caught us both a bit by surprise! "Ohhh! Well, I guess I AM going to get fucked then." she said, and we both laughed quietly. "I guess you are" I replied as I slowly slid the rest of my prick into her. She let out a groan, and I felt her juice run down my balls as my cock bottomed out inside her. I put one arm under her leg to help her balance, but also to give me a little more purchase to push my cock deeper. I bent my knees and thrust upwards into her. Her pussy contracted around me, and I knew I wasn't going to last long. My cock felt amazing sliding into her, but at this angle, I couldn't fuck her like I wanted to...like I needed to. A tiny, dark shed was no place for acrobatics! I put both hands under her arse and picked her up, my cock still deep in her pussy, and swung her round so her arse was balanced on the very edge of the work bench. Wow! The fire light through the covered window illuminated her. She looked so slutty and beautiful. Her body leaning back, bare, beautiful tits resting heavy on her chest, her top wedged under them, both straps falling down her arms. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, her hairy pussy visible, her fat pussy lips pushed open around my cock, her legs spread wide, hanging loose off the bench, her dirty, white panties still dangling off one foot. I felt lust rise up hot through my body. I grasped her hips firmly and shoved my cock up her. Fuck, I needed to cum. She let out small grunts as I pumped her hard, feeling my balls hit her arse cheeks, sticky and wet with her own pussy juice. Her heavy tits bounced sharply upwards as our bodies thumped together. I really started to pound her. Fast, deep thrusts with the sole purpose of making myself cum. "Ughh...unghhh.fuuuu...fuuck..me...you...cunt.." I love a girl with a dirty mouth. No niceness required. It made me fuck her harder. She arched forward and hooked one hand round the back of my neck, pulling herself double, her feet bouncing loosely as I hammered my cock into her. It was then we heard someone at the door. It was a girl's voice, one of Claire's friends. "Hey listen...can you hear that? I think someone shagging in there?" they said to another person. I heard the door creak as they leaned in to listen. "..fuck..ugh..hu..hurry up...quickly...uhhh.." Claire said, as quietly as she could, punctuated by the grunts forced out of her as our groins slammed together. I fucked her faster. I had to cum before we were discovered. I heard a gasp outside the door "They ARE! Someone's fucking in there! Dirty bastards", they whispered. I heard them giggle. "I wonder who it is." I started ramming her as fast as I could, the workbench squeaking. We were past caring that people outside could hear. Claire pulled my head towards her and locked it against hers as she frantically rocked her hips, matching my thrusts, pumping her wet pussy onto me. "..ugghh...fuck me..fuck...me..you...dirty...fucking...cunt..." I could hear her pussy squelch with every pump as I reached up and grabbed her naked breast, mauling it, pinching and twisting her thick nipple, blurring the point between pleasure and pain. She gasped. Her pussy clenched. I could feel the cum rising in my balls. Our bodies slapped against each other. "...you..little...slut...you're going..to make..me cummm..." I wasn't wearing a condom, and I got ready to pull out and shoot it over her pubes...but, she locked her leg round mine. I felt her pussy tighten round my cock. "...ghnnn..fucking cum....cum inside me....fucking do it..aahhhh" Filthy little bitch. My shoulders hunched and my whole body tensed as I felt the cum rise from my balls. "...ffffffuuuuuuccckkkkkk.." I shoved my tongue into her mouth as I slammed my cock deep into her. Her cunt contracted around me as I started to pump thick streams of cum into her pussy in short, spasmodic strokes. I literally saw stars as she grasped me tightly to her, grunting as my spunk pumped into her sodden pussy. We were still holding on to each other as we came down from our orgasms. My cock pulsed, still deep inside her. Panting with exertion, we both started to regain our senses, still joined, our pubes stuck together with a mixture of sweat, pussy juice and spunk. "God...that sounded really fucking hot. Lucky bitch" I heard one of our voyeurs exclaim outside the door. Her face was flushed. "Fuck.. that was amazing! Why haven't we done that before?" We both burst out laughing, back to reality. "I'd better get back to the party." She said, unhooking her leg from mine, obviously aware our visitors may be attracting attention outside the door. My cock slid from her sodden pussy with a deliciously dirty slurp. My cock glistened with our combined juices, and her swollen pussy lips hung open, wet and raw. As she pushed herself off the work bench, a dollop of my cum emptied out of her pussy, hitting the floor. Leave that for her dad to clear up, I thought! Both of us started to rearrange ourselves in guilty silence. She pushed her breasts back into the confines of her bra and top. "Fuck, my nipples are going to be sore tomorrow!" She commented to herself. I pushed my cock back into my jeans and did up my belt. Claire bent down and hooked her other foot into her panties. "I'd let you keep these as a memento" she said cheekily "...but I think I'll need them to stop the spunk from running down my legs!" She pulled her white panties up her legs, her dress bunching up under her hands as they fitted snugly against her pussy. I couldn't imagine how they felt! It was as if she read my thoughts. "Urgh, Niiice!" she said sarcastically. "Actually, I might sit on Romeos face tonight when we get home! Show him what he missed!" Lucky bastard, I thought. I could eat her out all night after that performance! The noises from outside the door were gone. She bounced over to me and landed a big kiss on my lips. "Thanks for the fuck. We should DEFINITELY do it again sometime." she said as she walked away. As she started to open the door, she turned round and with one hand, pulled her top down and one of her perfect, white, veined breasts popped into view. "We'll miss you!...til next time, you dirty bastard." And with that she was gone, back to rejoin her drunk boyfriend by the firepit, my spunk pooling in her panties. The Shed Once I was home and Jo and Ian were away I told Viv everything that had happened and how Ian and I had our plan to get you girls to watch us wanking. Viv was delighted and told me how she was planning to let Jo watch me in the shed naked but hadn't figured out how to get Ian to do the same for them without Jo or Ian realising they were being set up. The plan Ian and I had made got around this last remaining barrier. I decided to save my spunk for Sunday and give the girls a show so the next few nights were hell as I couldn't shag my sexy girlfriend despite being desperate to. Viv wasn't going to go without though so I put my tongue to good use each night. It had been strange when we met at the pub on Friday. I realised that we all knew what was going on but Ian and Jo assumed that each of them was unaware that the other had a plan. All in all we seemed to get on better than ever, Jo even squeezed my arse at one point. It was meant as a joke but her hand lingered longer than you would expect for a playful grab. To give the girls extra confidence of not being caught I made a big deal of telling them all how I had rigged up a hi-fi in the shed so that you could listen to music whilst in there. In reality however, it was to give the viewers more confidence of not being heard. When we left the pub that night our usual kiss goodbye involved lip to lip kissing for the first time as Jo planted a sensual kiss, no tongue though. Sunday rolled on and when Ian and Jo arrived I could tell that Ian was nervous as he looked a bit 'shifty' and kept talking about how long it was going to take me to get to the DIY store and back. He wasn't very natural but the girls seemed to be too interested in their own illicit thoughts to worry about it. I got in my car, checked my watch, driving off down the road to park where we had the week before. I then ran back to my house and carefully peered into the house, using Ian's car for cover. Once I was sure the girls were not in the front room I moved slowly in through the front door and crept upstairs hoping I wouldn't be caught. Once upstairs I was able to use the window in the spare bedroom as it looked right across the garden and to the shed. From my vantage-point I could make out the girls looking in through the holes on the side of the shed. Jo was slightly closer and I could clearly see her hand inside her baggy jogging bottoms, Viv was mostly obscured by shrubbery but I was sure that she too was rubbing her cunt from under her short skirt. I looked on as after about half an hour they moved to the second set of spy-holes to watch Ian in the sauna. From here all I could see were their legs and so decided to make my way back to the car so as to be sure of not being seen. I went to the local drive-through for a burger to kill the remaining time I had and then began my way home. As I was pulling into the drive I saw Viv waiting for me. She rushed out to tell me that Ian and Jo were in the sauna together. Ian had put on quite a show it seemed and Jo had become so turned on that she knocked on the door to see if he was ok and then invited herself in to share the sauna. This had happened about five minutes ago so if we were quick we would catch them at it. We nipped down to the shed and I heard Enya coming from the stereo as I got closer. We ignored the first set of peepholes and went straight for the ones that looked in on the sauna to see Ian and Jo in a sexy world of their own. They were sat side by side but she had one leg sat over his and he had his hand in her crotch whilst she was rubbing his hard-on. Viv and I looked at each other with a smile on our faces as we watched them wanking each other off. Ian was really sweating from the heat in the room and his face was getting very red, close to orgasm I thought to myself with a smile. Ian then grunted that he was close so Jo sat up moving his hand away to show that she had shaved her pussy, not just a trim but clean shaven. Once up she turned around and put her head in his lap. In this position her cunt was only inches from my peephole and I think she knew it as she moved a little over to get her cunt directly in line. Her pouting lips were very red and very wet. With all her bush gone I had a great view of her juicy folds as I heard Ian groan out loudly with his orgasm. I couldn't see him as her arse and pussy were so close it obscured the rest of the room from view. I offered the view I had to Viv and she moved over to look at her pussy. 'I can almost taste it from here!' she said. I had to push her away to get my view back and from her squatting position she toppled over, her legs flying into the air showing that she had no underwear on. She smiled up at me, a cheeky smile, and instead of getting back up opened her legs wide and moved her hands down to her pussy. She was already very wet as her fingers were smothered in her juices as she dipped them in and out of her hot cunt. This was an invite not to be refused. I took a last look into the sauna to see them sat where they were before rubbing each other gently as Jo looked to get Ian's cock ready for more action. I all but jumped on Viv, pulling my dick from my fly and pushing in to the hilt in one thrust. This was pure animal fucking as I gave Viv all I had with long deep thrusts of my cock. Viv was so worked up that it took her only a minute or so of this to orgasm, digging her nails into my back and straining not to scream out loud. A few seconds after the first Viv had another orgasm, closely followed by another that was helping me as I too needed release and pumped her full of my come with an orgasm so intense I lost balance and slipped in the mud. I lay there collapsed over Viv as I regained myself following a heart stopping orgasm that was as good as any I had ever had. Viv too seemed contented as she just lay under me breathing heavily with a huge smile across her face and a gallon of my spunk dribbling from her sopping hole. When I stood back up Viv was laughing to herself as, when I looked down at myself, I realised just what a sight I must have been. I stood there covered in mud with my soft prick hanging out of my trousers (also covered in mud), but funniest of all was that a small leafy twig was also hanging from my fly, caught in the zip. I lost the twig and put my cock away before helping Viv up as we took another peek in on Jo and Ian. They were gone! I quickly moved to the second set of holes to see that they were dressing so grabbed Viv by the hand and ran for the house. We made it in with seconds to spare as Viv called that they were coming before I was even out the door. I said I would pretend to get back in now and stood outside the front door. Once I heard their voices from inside I pretended to make my way in to the house doing the, 'Honey.... I'm home!' bit as I did. Unfortunately the plan for the following week was stopped when Viv's parents invited themselves over for the weekend. The opportunity to do any watching again would be a long time away after that as first Ian and Jo were going to India for three weeks; then we would be going to visit Viv's sister in Devon. Although we have yet to partake in a foursome with Jo and Ian we still get up our voyeuristic sessions from time to time and this is just perfect, we see little need to take it further. It is also clear that we all know the score and enjoy putting on shows just as much as we do watching them. The Sheik & the Slave Sheik Mohammed Aksam Al Sabid was the eldest son of the Old Great Sheik Mohammed Akmon who had long since passed over to Allah. Mohammed Aksam the eldest was 35 years old with a commanding presence. He was 6 feet 2 inches tall with a golden bronzed body very common in Saudi Arabia. He always wore a gold earring in his ear as he had crossed the equator and it was a tradition. His brown hair flowed just below his shoulders and he had a small trimmed goatee. He loathed all other facial hair. As the eldest son of the Great Sheik he had inherited much. He inherited vast wealth and lands. He inherited the problems of his people as he was judge and mediator amongst them. He watched over and cared for his aging mother, fifteen brothers and his many insignificant sisters. He had married young. Yasmeen was a sultry Arabian beauty with dark eyes, long black hair and a lithe body. She was the color of honey and oozed sexuality. She was the sheik’s toy and at his very beck and call. She was eager in bed both to please him and to keep him. But though he slept with her often, Yasmeen had only born him two children – and they were worthless daughters at that. Monhammed was a great sheik. He was revered and respected for his wisdom and his wise counsel. But nothing impressed the Arabian men more than the Sheik’s harem. Filled with exotic women for his part of the world, there were close to 27 women. He had numerous slim women from Arabia as well as dark exotic Ethiopian women with large nipples and hairy snatches, Iranian, Iraqi, Egyptian, Afghan and a West African woman filled his harem. Though Yasmeen was a jealous cat – she knew he never slept with his whores more than once a night and he took extensive precautions. His harem women were never impregnated and Yasmeen alone was the only woman who had the pleasure of growing large with his seed. Though the harem was a respected and well-known institution, Yasmeen treated the women as common whores and hated them all. Mohammed had long since heard of the fair women who graced the lands of Saxony and Brittany. He heard tales of their sun-kissed hair, ocean blue eyes and skin as cool as marble. He became obsessed. He had already commissioned his mercenaries in the Arabian Sea to attack the first merchant ship en route to England and bring him one such beauty. The year was 1753. The Britannia sailed from Morocco en route to England and Katharine breathed in the sea air. Her maid and constant companion – Aileen – pulled her back from the ship’s railing. “Milady, tis time to come below. The winds are up and the shore is fading besides.” Katharine threw her golden hair back as she shrugged off Aileen’s grasp. “Not yet, please. Tis the last land we see for ages.” Her eyes greedily ate up the last land she would see for weeks. Lady Katharine Fairfax was a slim blonde woman at 5 feet 7 inches tall. Her long blonde hair fell down her back and her blue eyes rivaled the sky’s above. She had high breasts and slim hips and at 18 was quite a beauty – and a handful. Her father could not control her. Lord Fairfax had coddled and spoiled his baby girl from infancy while her brothers and sisters had been married off and settled. When she had reached 17 and was to marry – she had refused. Her will was strong and iron-like and she never bent. She was beautiful in the extreme but also intelligent, unusual for her time. But the men of her station knew of her reputation and avoided her. The Earl of Benton who had watched Katharine grow into a great beauty had offered her his name and marriage. At 57 years old, Benton was not offering much. He was 5 feet 3 with a large belly, no hair and yellow teeth from an addiction to tobacco. In Katharine’s eyes, his enormous wealth mattered not at all. Lady Kat as the servant’s called her had laughed in Benton’s face and her father in a rage had sent her away. Katharine sighed deeply and followed Aileen below deck. Mohammed laced his hands behind his head as Nahweh the West African girl’s mouth descended upon his hard cock. She bobbed up and down and he watched fascinated as her dark lips encircled his cock. His hips thrust forward and the young girl gagged slightly and continued. He was about to climax when Yasmeen walked into the bedroom. “Be gone, whore.” She slapped the girl’s dark ass and Nahweh lept from the bed and out the door. Mohammed watched his wife as she circled the bed. He knew she sometimes beat the harem women but she never scarred them and she was the wife. “Careful, wife.” He told her, remaining where he had been with his cock still hard and the girl’s spit still on it. “You should join your harem, whore.” Yasmeen told Mohammed harshly. He enjoyed her spirit, but she always needed reminding of her place. “If you deprive me of my sport, than you must replace her.” He informed her pulling her down upon the bed and thrusting his cock inside her pussy. He came quickly and left her unsated and alone. Katharine sighed happily as Aileen brushed her long, golden hair. It shimmered in the candlelight and Aileen told her, “Tis so lovely.” Katharine agreed, “Yes, my favorite feature.” Aileen rolled her eyes. Pompous bitch! She thought. Katharine’s high breasts thrust out proudly as she arched her back. “Enough.” She told Aileen. “Yes, Lady Kat.” Aileen sat the brush down and went to her small cot. Aileen envied Katharine Fairfax. She longed to see her freedom and wild ways curtailed and her pride taken down a notch. Aileen, originally from Ireland, had frizzy, red hair, freckles, small breasts and large hips. She envied Katharine’s beauty, intelligence and sometimes dreamed of changing places with her. She watched men undress her with their eyes, watched women smirk and roll their eyes as her hips swayed gently and listened as the servant’s gossiped non-stop about the male piano teacher who had found all sorts of excuses to see her again and again. Lady Kat was a virgin and knew the conventions that she was bound to – but always push-push-pushed them. She had watched Lady Kat one garden party day torture and torment poor James Bigelow. She had taken a slim carrot as he had been speaking to her and twirled it around her mouth and tongue in an unseemly and whore’s trick way. She had laughed at James’ stuttering and it had angered Aileen. She would relish the little hoyden’s comeuppance. Mohammed stirred in his sleep. Nada and Gameela slept on each side of him naked and sleek in sleep. He loved women together and smiled as his hand wandered into Nada’s tight little snatch. She was the Arabian woman who preferred other women and greatly enjoyed her time in the harem. She was always ready for him and he pulled her on top of him. He sighed as Nada began to bounce up and down on him and his cock throbbed inside her. Gameela had come up on her knees and was twirling Nada’s dark nipple in her mouth. Gameela fondled Mohammed’s balls in her one hand, and in the other she fingered Nada’s tight little asshole. Nada began to cum loudly in the room and he pulled out of her little cunt as Gameela knelt before him and swallowed his cock whole. Her blood red lips took all of him and she swallowed his seed delicately. Later as Mohammed bathed he thought about Yasmeen. By the merciful Allah he was allowed four wives. The time had come he thought. Yasmeen had been his wife these long ten years and no heirs had appeared. It was a bad omen. He must begin choosing who would be his next wife. He thought of his neighboring cousins and their little Amira. She would be of an age soon and perhaps she would do. No, he surmised. She was too hairy and her hooknose was not attractive. He must concentrate and decide. Perhaps his Egyptian family on his mother’s side would know of a princess who would be acceptable. Everything happened so fast. The Britannia was attacked and surrendered. Aileen and Katharine were taken prisoners by the dark pirates who spoke only Arabic. The spoke in Arabic before the two women. “She is a vision. Praise be to Allah.” “The Sheik will pay us handsomely. Let no one touch her.” The other one told him. The first pirate nodded and smiled as he tied the women and shoved them together into a small cabin. Court was beginning. The ladies of the harem settled behind the screen to watch the goings-on as the first case was heard. A man had stolen another man’s goat and Mohammed sighed as the case was read. It was going to be a long day when the doors where thrust open. The doors usually remained closed for the court’s session. “Forgive us mighty Sheik, but what we have cannot wait.” “Indeed so?” Said Mohammed, annoyed at the intrusion. “Yes, my lord. Bring in the women.” Cried the pirate. Mohammed watched as the door opened wider and the two women were brought forth. One woman was not at all worthy of his harem. She was red haired with dots all across her face and small breasts and wide ugly hips. Mohammed sighed and surmised she could be a useful servant. But the other one, the other one took his breath away. She wore a long white tunic, which reached the floor. Her high breasts unbound remained high and perfectly round. He could not see her nipples and guessed that they must be light colored. His mouth watered. He had only ever seen dark nipples. Her hips were slim, rounded and her long legs – he ached to have them around his waist. He was already aroused when he noticed her face. Perfection. Sheer beauty. He had never seen such high cheekbones and luscious lips. They were pink and full and he wondered again if her little pussy lips were also luscious. Why did he torment himself like this in court? Her eyes were Arabian Sea blue and burning with hate. But her hair. Lord Allah above! Her hair was like the great Sahara desert – golden and long and falling down her back. The mercenaries behind the women named an outrageous price. So outrageous that some in the court gasped at it. But Mohammed waved at hand at them and said simply, “So be it.” As the women were taken away to be bathed and attended to no one noticed Yasmeen. She stood with the women behind the screen and her eyes blazed with hate as well. But it was hate for the young white girl that had just been brought into her home and was about to bed her husband. Katharine pulled away from the women as they tried to bath and attend to her. “Stop it! Don’t touch me!” She screamed and tried to evade their hands. They scraped the hair from her arms and legs and scrubbed her clean. They pulled her legs apart and inserted a cool cream into her tight vagina. “No, stop it. Are you mad?” “Mistress. We are to ready you. Body hair removal and cleanliness is essential.” Said a small woman with long hair and huge eyes. She was overseer of the harem. “Ready me for what?” Kat asked. “The master of course.” Bashasha smiled at the girl’s reluctance. “He is a wonderful lover. You will see.” Katharine yelped. “No, you will see. I have no desire for anyone. I will marry an English lord if and when I choose.” What was going on here? Kat cried aloud as another young beauty inserted her fingers inside Kat’s tight pussy. Bashasha listened intently as the girl spoke to her. “She says you are a virgin.” “Yes, I am. And will remain one.” “The master will enjoy you very much.” “What is this? Where am I? I demand to be sent home this instant!” Bashasha smiled and went to her. “Mistress, this is to be your home. You were kidnapped, bought and sold. Forget your faraway land and anything else. Your only purpose here -is to serve the master.” Kat grunted against the hands and screamed. “NEVER!” “Yes, you will submit to his desire. If you please him, he will treat you will. If you don’t, you may end up servicing his men-at-arms.” Kat almost began crying as they dressed her quickly. She could still feel the hands tearing away her body hair, prying their fingers into her small pussy and tugging at her small nipples. “You are ready. Come with me.” Kat reluctantly followed Bashasha through the many corridors and into a large room. The room was dominated by a bed and a small area filled with pillows and a large pool. “Wait here Mistress.” Mohammed had been thinking about the beauty all day long. He was throbbing at the thought of her long legs around his waist and had seen her walk into the room. He was hidden in a secret panel and slid the wall open. He came behind her quietly and was able to smell her scented with patchouli –his most favorite of all the scents. “My lady.” She whirled around and was face to face with a most beautiful man. Tall, bronzed and attractive he was lovely to look at. “Sir, my name is Lady Katharine Fairfax. I demand that you return me to my father and my home in England. I have no wish to be here at all.” “Well, that is difficult. Because I very much wish you to be here.” His gazes wandered to her chest, hips and then back to her breasts. His fingers wandered into the dress that was more a loose robe and opened it to his gaze. “Sir! You overstep yourself.” Katharine was shocked at his outrageous behavior. He grinned and it was an evil grin. “Milady, I am the Sheik Mohammed Aksam Al Sabid. I own more land here than in the whole of England. I have bought you and you are now part of my property which I intend to take the greatest of care with.” He pulled her forward and his hands moved inside the robe to cup her breasts. When the robe’s top fell around her waist he saw that her nipples were indeed like small roses. They were beautifully shaped and he ached already. “Don’t touch me!” She jerked away from him. “Milady. You cannot change what will occur. You will satisfy my carnal needs, and join my harem. I will enjoy your body very much.” “Yes deceive yourself. The day after I become your whore, I will either kill myself, or find a way to escape you.” She spoke to him boldly and it thrilled him beyond compare. She wasn’t afraid of him and she was so very majestic. He knew he had to have her but hated the thought of breaking her spirit in a rape. He picked her up lightly and took her to the bed. He knelt between her slim thighs and moved the fabric up to her waist. Her blonde pussy glistened in the light and he knew she wanted him. “Do you want to work in the kitchens then? Or perhaps you want to become chief bather? Helping the harem women bath and ready themselves for me?” He taunted her and as he said it, his fingers felt into her tight, slick pussy and she arched into him. His tongue lightly lapped into her cunt and watched as she writhed on the bed. She couldn’t stop or help herself. “Send me to the harem then. Rather that than your whore.” She told him coldly and breathlessly. Mohammed went still and then his body tensed. Little bitch. An iron will. Let’s see the little princess in the harem as a servant. “So be it.” He looked down at her beneath him. He moved from her and clapped his hands twice. The eunuchs appeared. “Send the princess here to the harem. She is to be the new bather. Tell Bashasha.” Mohammed grimaced as her watched her leave his bed – still an untried virgin. “And send Farasha to me. I have need of her skills tonight.” Katharine shivered as she walked down the corridors with the eunuchs. She had been close to giving in. She had wanted him and even though she was a lady and Englishwoman she had been willing to forget it all. She had been willing to spread her legs and fuck a stranger. She must be mad! In a foreign land, a virtually prisoner made to be sex slave – she was about to give in and enjoy it! She was mad. Mohammed ground his teeth together. He had learned the foreign tongue hoping one day he would have need of it. A foreign, harsh tongue that stuck in the mouth and stayed there like sour dates. Unlike Arabic his beautiful, lyrical mother’s tongue English was a harsh language. But that was before he had met the princess. The beauty who spoke English and communicated through it. He had wanted her. His cock still stretched and lengthened ready for the tight pussy she had been ready to give him. She was a willful bitch who probably led men around by the short hairs. But not him. Let her stew in the harem as a bather. She would learn. Farasha sauntered into the room stripping away her clothes as she did. She was slender with small breasts and hips, long black hair and a red mouth. She had almost black nipples that almost covered her entire breasts. His favorite skill of Farasha’s was she loved to bend over and take his huge cock up the ass. “My lord.” Farasha said in Arabic as she leaned over the bed and beckoned him. His cock plunged into the tight asshole as Farasha groaned and thrust her hips back to him. “Harder, my lord. Harder, please.” She murmured lightly in Arabic as not to offend him. Even in the midst of sex, the harem women were appropriate in word and action unless otherwise asked. Always respectful they wanted only to serve the Sheik. Just as Farasha’s small asshole tightened around his cock, he thought suddenly of a small, alabaster ass with long legs and blonde hair falling down the back as he pulled the hair lightly like a horse. His hand would wrap around the blonde hair as he jerked her head up. Her pussy would drip and cling tightly to his cock. He groaned as he spilled his cream inside the Arabian’s girl’s pussy thinking of the English girl’s cunt. Soon, he would have the proud English girl. Soon.