2 comments/ 71299 views/ 8 favorites Kissing The Pink Ch. 01 By: Jay_Lloyd Author's Note: This story contains some bisexuality, including man on man sex, as well as male -- female anal sex, so if you don't like reading about that stuff, then you've been warned. This is the first of a two chapter tale. * Chapter 1 The late afternoon summer sun was beating down in the Minifle's spacious back garden, spreading its rays over my naked body, wrapping me in its warmth, adding to the existing heat I was feeling. Man was I hot, almost burning. Mrs Minifle, Carol, was bent over a picnic table, her huge bare butt cheeks were thrust out proudly with me behind her, my hands holding her wide hips firmly and my big cock ramming her asshole mercilessly, balls deep on each and every rapid stroke. Mr Minifle, George, was in turn standing behind me; the forefinger and thumb of each of his hands lightly pinching and playing with my nipples and his rock hard cock was rampaging in my newly non-virgin tight little puckered ass-bud. How the fuck did I find myself in this situation? There I was, a 19 year-old student, trying to earn some much welcome summer vacation spending money, being used as the personal fuck toy of an over-sexed middle aged married couple, being almost raped in the scenic surrounds of a spacious English country garden. My name's Greg, and at that time, nearing 20 years ago (shit that flew by!), I had just recently returned back home to my parent's house after my first year away at university studying English and History. It was late June and I was flat broke and desperately looking to earn some much needed cash so I could go on a Spanish holiday with some friends planned for late August. There was not much temporary work around at that time. I got two shifts over the weekends working at the local pub, but that was not enough for my needs. The previous summer I had worked for a couple of months for a guy called Rick, who ran a small gardening services company. I didn't like it then, largely because Rick was an asshole. He looked to employ three or four young guys on low wages to do all the actual work while he spent most of his time sitting around drinking beer, reading car magazines and moaning about lazy young people. Also, he could be a total pain when it came to paying the wages on time. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers, and I ended up contacting and working for him again, not because he liked me, but because most of the locals wouldn't work for the mean motherfucker. I spent the first week working on the grounds at a large local municipal park. It was good, the weather was fair, and Rick was rarely around. Most of the days I either drove the grass cutting vehicle, watered the flower beds or chatted with the girls working at the ice-cream stand. One was a cute dark haired Welsh girl called Fion. I really fancied sticking a flake into one of her strawberry flavoured cones, but somehow I never quite managed to talk her into that. Sadly, or so I thought at the time, Rick gave me a different job to do the following Monday, working with him unfortunately. He drove us to a rather spacious property, located in the country about five miles from the local town. It was a big place, a traditional English Victorian country house, partially covered in vines and climbing roses with some landscaped garden out the front and much more at the back. The front was quite tidy but the back was looking surprisingly ragged. Apparently, the regular gardener had been off work with a bad back, so there was plenty that needed to be done. The owners weren't there and Rick did his usual trick or working for about two hours then semi-permanently disappearing to the truck parked out the front, supposedly to do some paperwork! There was plenty of hard manual toil to undertake, so I had guessed he would split. I started off trimming the hedges. The sun was out early, and pretty soon, as I was on my own, I stripped down to just my shorts and work boots. I'd been playing lots of rugby at university and had taken to drinking high protein milkshakes, lifting weights and working out a lot. My 6 feet 4 inch frame had filled out with plenty of muscle and I enjoyed freeing it in the open air, which frankly, was not going to happen much in England, unless you wanted frostbite! It soon got very warm and I was glad I'd remembered to bring plenty of water to drink. Nature taking its course, soon I had to pee. I pulled my shorts down and was just letting go with a powerful stream up against a tree, when, shit! Rick and a man and woman, presumably the owners, suddenly appeared around the side of a hedge about 10 feet away from where I was standing. I was literally caught with my pants down and my cock in my hand. Rick's jaw dropped and his mouth opened wide, giving him a gormless shocked look, like a gargoyle. It suited his personality. The man looked away and emitted a short cough, but the woman blatantly stared at my cock and laughed, clearly finding it very amusing. "You idiot, what the hell are you doing?" Rick shouted, obviously annoyed. "Well," the woman replied for me, "it's pretty obvious isn't it, surely?" She was chuckling to herself. "Look, I'm sorry," I managed to stutter out, rapidly pulling up my shorts and shoving my big cock away. "I thought there was no one around." "Look, Mr and Mrs Minifle, I can remove him and get someone else to work here ok?" Rick said to them, showing what a bastard he was. "No. Not at all. Don't be stupid," Mr Minifle interjected. "The young man was merely answering a cause of nature. There is no offence caused." Well, feeling red faced and embarrassed, to say the least, I took this as my leave and moved away quite rapidly and went back to the hedge cutting. Rick made a big show of starting up a lawn mower and the Minifle's walked into their house. Rick naturally took this as a cue to slink back to the truck, leaving me with a patronising, "You can take this as a warning Greg, any more screwing up and you're sacked." I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but the thought of the vacation money I needed stopped me. About an hour later, around lunch time, Mr Minifle beckoned me over to a patio area in front of some bay widows. He invited me to join him and his wife in some cold lemonade and sandwiches. This was very sporting, I thought, as most of the wealthy people I had come across living in big houses tended to treat those working for them quite dismissively, sadly. I put my shirt back on and joined them. They introduced themselves as "George" and "Carol." We chatted a while and they seemed genuinely interested in me, my studies, etc. I was never very good at judging ages, but I would have put George at an in shape early to mid fifties, and Carol maybe a few years younger. George was about average height and build, tanned, with sandy coloured hair that was just beginning to thin and turn grey. Carol was a big woman, very tall and pretty heavily built. She was wearing a light looking floral summer dress. She had English Rose milky white skin, quite piercing big blue eyes; her hair was dark, her face cute and full-lipped, what I could see of her legs, they were smooth and strong. Her hips were wide, her butt big and her breasts huge. They really looked massive. To my surprise, I found her very attractive. I'd only ever dated girls about my own age, although I had noticed in the last year or so, particularly as my physique filled out considerably with muscle, that I was getting looks and sometimes attention from women who were quite a bit older than me. It was almost becoming routine. It seemed I was more attractive to older women than girls around my age. One semi-drunken woman, a big assed and big bobbed (both of which I was increasingly yearning for) mature student of at least forty called Sarah, had literally grabbed my ass at a student bar, and whispered in my ear, "You're built like a fucking truck. I've been checking out your jeans and I reckon you've got a nice big young cock and massive balls like a bull. Want to come and give momma some good loving?" I was embarrassed at the time, especially as a couple of my friend's overheard her, and later took great delight in teasing and reminding me of it. As Sarah was on my course, I gently told her I had a girlfriend and was flattered but not interested. She told me it was an "open offer." I was really getting into the thought of sex with 'big girls,' if not the actuality. It wasn't an offer I took her up on at the time, although I did about a year later, I must admit the thought did cross my mind more than once, sometimes even when I was fucking or 69ing with my on and off girlfriend Tanya's pretty pink pussy. Tanya was a cute blond, although a bit too feisty and unpredictable to ever really feel relaxed around. She was very slim with small boobs. George and Carol were very friendly people and easy to chat with. They had two children, a girl my age, currently on an overseas trip and an older son in the army. George was apparently a chemist, who owned six dispensary shops. I guess that was where the money for the big property had come from. Carol was a painter and part-time art teacher at a local college. I mentioned to her that I occasionally did some pencil sketches and watercolour paintings. I wasn't particularly good at either but did find the act of painting or drawing very relaxing. She was interested and told me to bring some in tomorrow for her to look at. I said I would, then, not wanting to overstay their hospitality, I returned to work. The next morning Rick drove us in the truck back to the Minifle's property. I worked at some flowerbeds for a couple of hours while he sat on a garden bench, smoking and checking the horse racing form in his newspaper before leaving. "I'll be back later in the afternoon," he said. "Don't hurry," I whispered under my breath. It was hot again and so it was back to just the jean shorts, socks and work boots for me. Shortly afterwards, Carol appeared from the rear of the house and approached me. She was barefoot and wearing a pair of smallish white shorts, a T-shirt and a floppy sun hat. I was digging holes in the soil with a spade, prior to planting some newly purchased shrubs which were still in their pots. When I saw her up close I narrowly avoided chopping into my foot. Bloody hell, was she a site for my eyes. Carol must have been close to 6 feet tall. The way she was built? Well, it was almost as though her really huge boobs and big round ass were too big for her; like they were almost busting out of her flesh. She had a little bit of a tummy on her although her long legs were surprisingly smooth and toned looking. My cock and balls felt as though they were swelling slightly inside my tight shorts. She greeted me with a charming smile. "Hello Greg, did you remember to bring your art work in?" I had, and retrieved a couple of A4 pads from a rucksack I had brought with me. "Bring them inside," she told me, "you've earned a break and a coffee." I made to pick up my shirt. "Oh leave that, it's hot everywhere today, you'll be more comfortable bare." There was a type of conservatory, or summer room, as an extension at the side of the main house. I removed my boots at the door, and sat in on a comfortable leather sofa while Carol made the coffee. When she returned she sat next to me and meandered through my efforts slowly with a rather intense look on her face. I was trying to look down her T-shirt, her cleavage was valley deep. "They're really very good Greg. You've got some talent there. Your drawings are especially fine." I thanked her, although I would imagine she was being more polite than realistic. I asked Carol about her work, and she said she would show me some. I followed her inside the house, upstairs and into a room made into a biggish studio, which had large windows on two sides, giving plenty of light. There were various paintings around, some finished and others in different stages of completion. Most were portraits of people, some nudes. They were very good. There were also a few 'abstract' or weird ones. "Do you sell them?" I asked. "Yes," she replied, "mostly, although a few I keep and hang around the house and some I give away as presents. I'm pretty disorganised to be honest, hence so many half finished canvasses that I may even get around to finishing eventually," she laughed. There was one very big framed picture standing alone in the corner that caught my eye. It seemed out of place with the others. Its background was purple and in its centre was a kind of small, slightly crinkled hole, from which various stripes and stars of different vivid colours spread outwards. It was very striking. "What is the theme of that?" I asked. "Well," Carol explained carefully, actually in a rather deadpan school teacher way, "The aperture at the centre is one of my model's arsehole. I worked on the painting from a photograph. George had given it to him. You know what I mean Greg, you may say fucked him up the arse. Then George pulled out and I took the snap just then, while there was some arse gape. The human arsehole can be actually very beautiful. The lights and shapes spreading outwards in the painting represent a kind of splendour and energy flowing and sharing from wonder's epicentre." 'What the fuck!' I thought, totally stunned and confused. Her husband fucks a man in the arse, withdraws, and then she photographs the spread hole and creates a painting from this! It seemed insane. I must have looked confused. "Oh Greg, don't look so shocked," Carol said, still in school teacher mode. "Surely you've painted nudes before?" "Yes I have." "Well Greg, don't be judgemental, the painting, it's just a form of extension from that. You know that us artists," she raised her eyes to mine and gave me a devilish straight look as she said the 'us', "often veer from conventional societal norms in our work, and that is a creative freedom and indeed almost a life enhancing boon. Surely you realise this?" I actually didn't understand much of what she was talking about, but managed a weak, "Yes." "Now then, there is something I meant to ask you earlier. How much is that creepy man, Rick, paying you?" I told her, and it was pretty much the minimum anyone would get out of bed for in the morning. "Is that all," she said. "Well, the regular young male model I use isn't available currently, and if you like you can earn some extra cash by posing for me. I'll pay you money in hand personally in addition to what we are paying for the gardening." I thought about it for a second. "Well," I replied, attempting to be humorous. "Sure, that sounds good, no worries, as long as you don't expect me to let your husband butt fuck me." This made her laugh. "No, that's not mandatory, merely voluntary," she chuckled. Well Greg, there's no time like the present, forget the gardening, we can start now if that's ok?" It was, and although I was dubious about this, I was also in truth a little turned-on, plus I wanted the cash. Carol explained that she liked to create a painting using live sittings and also working from photographs. She firstly got a camera and took various snaps with me stood up, sat and laying down, then did a few extremely rapid pencil sketches. "You're a big, strong young man, very meso morphic. How tall are you Greg, and what is your weight?" "The last time I checked I was 6 feet, 4 inches tall, and about 238 pounds, or 17 stone," I told her. She was really eyeing me up intently, more so than in just an 'artistic' way or at least it appeared so to me. "Yes, I guessed you were about that size. You have a superb physique Greg. You must workout a lot." I nodded. "Most impressive," Carol commented. "Now take your socks, jeans and underwear off please." I slipped them off, feeling my face redden a touch. I felt my cock begin to twitch a touch, but sort of willed the erection away, although when I glanced down, I saw I was almost at the point of a semi-erection. Carol asked me, "Stand and face me please." She got the camera again and clicked away while she moved about, getting various angles and distances. "Well, you're a very good looking young man. You must be very popular with the girls, or is it guys at your university?" "Girls," I told her, probably unnecessarily firmly. "Yes, of course I thought that," she laughed. You have a nice big penis and very large set of testicles," she added. "Now can you turn around and bend over the side of that chair." I did as she asked. "Now stick you buttocks out and spread your legs." This was now becoming more comical and sexy than embarrassing. "Nice arse," Carol said. "Now pull your butt cheeks wide so I can see your boy pussy properly Greg." Boy pussy! 'What the fuck,' I thought. Carol knelt close behind me and I could hear the camera clicking away. "That's a very pretty one Greg. Now wet your finger and rub it on around the hole, glisten it up a bit." I did as she told me. "Mmmm, that is very, very cute, gorgeous, and your balls look really huge and attractive from this angle." A few more clicks, then Carol patted my cheeks lightly a couple of times. "Ok, you can stand up now Greg." I went to retrieve my shorts, boots and what was left of my dignity, thinking that Carol was finished. "No, don't put them on yet Greg, there are just a few more shots I'd like to take, if that's ok?" "No worries," I said. "You're paying Carol, so you're the boss." "Ha ha, yes, I suppose I am." Maybe I should have guessed the next thing, although I didn't. "What I want Greg, is for you to pump that big penis to it's absolute maximum. So it is high, hard and proud. That will be a great shot and probably an inspiration for my work." I was more than halfway to being fully erect anyway at this point. "Oh, there is no need to look reluctant Greg, this is all natural. The human body is so beautiful in all its manifestations." I wasn't aware of looking at all reluctant. I was well past that point, and Carol in saying that was just playing verbal games. "Ok, Greg. Well, I could imagine that as a young man standing naked in front of an older woman you could be embarrassed. Perhaps it would make things easier for you if I, in turn, was also naked?" So that was her game, I thought. Good! Before I could reply, Carol was reaching behind her back unbuttoning her dress and flicking off her sun hat. Very quickly she stood, clad only in a black bra and panties. She was glorious, a total BBW, a big beautiful woman. I was almost transfixed, and was looking straight at her hungrily. Her smooth, flawless milky white skin was beguiling. Carol's fine full-lipped mouth curled into a girlish smile as she unclipped the bra. Her natural breasts dropped a bit, unsurprisingly as they were massive. They were round and beautiful, the nipples huge and thrust out proudly in erection. My cock was now pulsing and almost vertical, past my belly button. She turned, facing away from me, bent and pulled her panties off in one smooth movement, exposing two magnificent, opulent, edible looking big round firm butt-cheeks. Carol then turned, showing a trimmed dark bush, and sat back in a soft leather sofa. She was staring directly into my eyes, challengingly. Her voice had turned girlish, "You've shown me yours so I'll show you mine. That's only fair, isn't it Greg?" "Uh, yeah," I stammered out. With that Carol drew her knees up and spread her legs wide open, exposing a really full-lipped pretty pink pussy. It appeared a touch moist and was long in length, top to bottom, almost delicate rose-petal like in its beauty, and was topped by a surprisingly big visible clit, which Carol now rubbed around with slow languid finger-tip strokes. "There's no need for you to pump that cock now Greg," she said, as she played with herself. I looked down and my cock was at its absolute max, the big head now leaking shiny clear pre-cum. "As I inferred to you before about that painting Greg, the human body is so beautiful, so why be judgemental, just enjoy things for what they are, ok?" Kissing The Pink Ch. 01 "Too bloody right." I replied. "Good boy. Now what do you think of this?" Carol asked, as she quickly flipped her position on the sofa, so her lovely big buns were thrust out proudly. She spread her own cheeks exposing a cute, puckered asshole. Analingus was my immediate thought. "It's a beauty Carol. Can I have a taste?" "Mmmm," she almost purred like a cat. "Please do." I lapped around it with my tongue, savouring the clean, fresh, yet vaguely acrid taste. I wet a finger and slid it inside her pliable, rubbery opening, moistening the ring. Then I spread the ring slightly with my thumbs and slipped my tongue into her cavernous ass, lapping her like a hungry animal. I removed my fingers while keeping my tongue inside. I put my hands onto her massive hanging breasts, and pulled, actually quite firmly, on those huge, erect hard nipples, and tugged them, almost as though I was milking her. Carol must have had sensitive boobs. She loved this, literally moaning as I manhandled her, all the time with my tongue in her ass and her fingers playing a slow tune on her clit and big pussy lips. She was in total heat. I could smell the fine aroma of her sex scents. Quite shortly, Carol's breathing became rapid and shallow as she emitted feline sounds from her throat. She came in spasms, her fine big body was shuddering. Delicious woman juice seeped down to her asshole, assaulting my tongue deliciously. I pulled my tongue from her butt and moved my hands from her breasts and wiped them on her soaking pussy, coating them with moisture. Then I licked the sweet sticky fluid from my palms and fingers. Great taste! Carol then sat back on the sofa, and her somewhat ragged breathing regained its normal rhythm. She beckoned me to sit next to her and slowly and lengthily kissed my mouth, tasting her own cum no doubt. Her lips were full and soft, and her tongue probing. Carol then put one hand on my cock, rubbing gently around the head and opening, and the other underneath my balls, cupping them and squeezing them tenderly. When she broke the kiss Carol strode naked and proud inside the house. Her big bare butt cheeks rolled seductively. She appeared again a couple of minutes later with a tray containing what looked like a small bottle of baby oil, a bottle of cold beer for me and a can of diet Coke for herself. It was hot in the summer house and I gulped a fair bit of the beer down rapidly. Then she took the beer bottle away and sat next to me again, and brushed her fingers over my almost bursting cock. "It's only fair to help you out now Greg." Carol pulled my mouth onto an enormous firm nipple. As I sucked on it hungrily, she poured some oil into her palms, and then worked it on my cock. She gripped the base semi-firmly and slowly pumped her hand up and down on it, while slipping the other hand underneath my buttocks and first lubed my asshole before slipping one and then two fingers into its tightness and began finger fucking me at the same time as masturbating me. It was heavenly. Naturally, soon I was reading to shoot a big load from my big fat balls. Carol sensed this, moved back and dropped to her knees, sticking my cock into her mouth. She gamely swallowed most of the cum with just a little bit of it seeping out of the sides of her mouth. Then she pulled my cock out, looked at it almost as thought she were examining it, and licked it clean of any liquid remains. "What a magnificent cock you have Greg. Thank you for being so kind as to share it with me." She looked at a small gold watch on her left wrist. "Damn, we could have so much more fun today, but I really have to get back to the summer school I am teaching at. I'll see you tomorrow I hope Greg." "I certainly hope so," I replied, and we went our separate ways, she off to her car, me to a quiet corner of the garden, where I idly coppiced some young tree stems. Tomorrow was to prove to be another eventful day. * Chapter 2 will follow soon (unless I end up having to work stupidly long hours... again!). Anyone wanting to leave feedback, or wishing to chat, is welcome to get in touch. Kissing The Pink Ch. 02 Author's Note: Many thanks to Bella_Mariposa for again working wonders with her editing (this must be better than part one now?). This story addresses bisexuality, and includes group, lesbian and gay sex, as well as male↔female anal sex, and a little splash of water sports. So, if you don't like reading about that stuff, then at least you have been warned. This chapter directly follows on from 'Kissing The Pink Ch. 01,' which saw a man musing on an encounter, twenty years previously, between his 19 year-old student self, and a much older, and very kinky, married couple. This is the final part of the tale. * Chapter 2 The morning after my first, and very memorable, sexual encounter with Carol Minifle, saw me back at work in the spacious gardens of her opulent English country home. Neither art teacher Carol, nor her wealthy businessman husband George, was around as I toiled there, with very occasional, inadequate help from Rick, my work-shy boss. After mumbling his usual excuses, Rick disappeared at midday, leaving me with the hard manual work to finish... yet again. He was a total asshole. I only put up with his shit because I needed to save some money for a vacation with some friends, and alternative employment was in very short supply that summer. Carol returned shortly afterwards from a summer art school where she taught, cheering me greatly. She was wearing a yellow cotton summer dress, which suited her extravagant curves. She approached me with a smile, and then greeted me with a kiss. "Yesterday was so much fun Greg. And guess what? Today is going to be far better." "That sounds good to me." A lustful smile formed on Carol's face. "George is bringing home an employee from one of his shops soon. She is very cute Greg, I have a feeling you are going to like her a lot. I know I do. We can have some fun together." "Sure, that will be great," I replied nervously, wondering what an earth this would entail, given certain salacious revelations from the day before. I gave up working, at Carol's request, and we chatted at a patio table, as we drank cold, refreshing, freshly squeezed orange juice. Carol looked at me speculatively. "Last night, I was looking at some of the photographs I took of you. They came out really well." She touched her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue before continuing. "I'd like to take more soon, and I'll pay you as we agreed. Will that be ok?" "Sure, that sounds good Carol." "George thought they looked good too; he especially loved your long, thick cock." I must have blushed in embarrassment at this revelation, despite being nineteen and almost perpetually horny. "Oh Greg, don't look shocked," she said laughingly. "Anyone would think you were a nervous spinster, rather than a handsome, virile young man. Be open- minded. I am, and it's the best way to be. Trust me on that Greg. Being open to new experiences is so much fun." Maybe I was about to find out if she was correct in her assertions. Just then, we saw George's Jaguar car drive up. George stepped out of his car, then went round to assist a young woman from the vehicle. She was wearing a black skirt, and a blouse, which bore a motif from his chain of chemist shops on it. The blouse had several buttons undone. She was short, only just over five feet tall, and of petite physique, with a slim waist and hips, and small breasts. Her 'big hair,' was dirty blond in colour, and framed blue eyes, and there was a smile on her oval face. That face... it conveyed such a sexual, actually very slutty, countenance. Just then, I realised I recognised her. Her name was Lucy Penhaligon. She had been in the same year as me at the local school, making us about the same age, nineteen. I didn't know her well, as she had not been in many of my classes, but I always tended to notice and remember pretty girls. Lucy looked up at me and approached, as Carol chatted with George, who was wearing shoes, jeans, and an open blazer over a pristine white shirt. "Hi Greg, I haven't seen you in about a year. You're looking good; you've really piled some muscle on since we left school." "Thanks Lucy. You look great. How is life treating you?" "Pretty good, and I'll tell you something, we're going to have fun here today. These two are great in the sack." My face reddened a tad, and I was spared the task of thinking of a reply when Carol ushered us into the house. George poured us each a glass of red wine. It was probably expensive -- everything else in that house seemed to be -- but was wasted on me. I preferred beer or whisky, and still do as it happens. My palate is either undiscerning, or I am not pretentious enough to pretend it is. "Cheers," he said, as we four clinked our glasses together. Then he raised his, "To good friends and good times." "I'll second that," Carol interjected. Lucy was all smiles, and was clearly excited. She squeezed my hand and planted a small kiss on my cheek. Carol saw this, and perhaps just the merest touch of envy showed on her fine face. Lucy sensed this, and sidled up to Carol. I was actually genuinely shocked when she then kissed the older woman full on the lips. Lucy looked so small and girlish compared with Carol's Amazonian body. What remained of my youthful naivety was being challenged. George poured more wine. He was full of the type of - cliché English gentleman of a certain age -- bonhomie, in his manner and language, which only expensive fee paying schools engenders. Backs were slapped, and words such as "marvellous," "superb," "sumptuous" and "grand" were unfurled. The two women were "charming beauties" and even magnificent fillies." I was a "fine fellow" and a "top chap," apparently. I chatted with George, while Carol and Lucy remained physically 'friendly,' cuddling and kissing with joyful abandon. "How do you feel about your university studies -- English and History isn't it?" he asked me. "Well, it's going fairly well, but I am now not sure if these subjects will prove to be of much use career wise." "Well Greg, as my old Latin teacher would say, paraphrasing Francis Bacon, 'ipsa scientia potestas est.'" I looked bewildered no doubt. "Knowledge itself is power," he translated, possibly attempting to impose himself as the Alpha Male in this pride, in a subtly sarcastic fashion. Carol, followed closely by Lucy, moved towards us. "Shall we go somewhere we can be more comfortable?" she asked me, while taking my hand as Lucy took George's. "Yup." ************ Carol led me into a large bedroom, which incongruously to my eyes contained not one, but two double beds, placed close together. George and Lucy followed. George put some classical music on a stereo. Lucy and George began kissing, and Carol held me tight, pressing her fine soft breasts into my chest. She kissed me deeply. There was powerful sexual tension present in the air. I was unaware of what was happening between George and Lucy, as Carol's tongue darted around mine. Her right hand caressed my chest fleetingly, before it headed south. She moved it across my stomach before downing the zipper of my jeans. I worked my right hand inexorably under her cotton dress, and found she had nothing covering her appetizing bare ass. Carol laughed, breaking the kiss, and spread her legs wider, to give me fuller access. I slipped a finger over her moistening folds, before sliding it into her inviting cunt. As I did this, she put one hand through the now open jeans zipper area, and began to fondle my cock. I closed my eyes momentarily, enjoying the excruciating pleasure of Carol's hand stroking my hard flesh. When I opened them, I saw a naked George sucking a now topless Lucy's nipples, while he rubbed on her pussy mound through her pink panties. She masturbated his cock in return. Carol reached into my jeans and pulled my erection out. She bent down and took it almost balls deep into her clever mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head as she took me straight down her throat... It was the best blowjob I had ever received, by a million miles, in my then youthful life. Carol placed a finger in my mouth. I wet it, and she pressed it first against, then into, my tight asshole - the anally fixated minx. **************** George moved his mouth south from Lucy's breasts, kissing her navel, until he pressed his nose against her panties, appearing to draw in her scent. He kissed and licked her pussy through the material, and rubbed his pursed lips on her folds. He then pulled her panties down, and off, and kissed her smooth bare pussy. Lucy shuffled on the bed, and opened her legs wide, spreading her young cunt like an open rose. George slowly ran his tongue all over her, from clit to asshole, and then back and forth repetitively. Finally he slipped, one, two, then three fingers inside her and nibbled at her clit. Lucy was trembling under his ministrations. Her thighs became clamped around his neck. George, in a muffled voice, said to Lucy, "I want to fuck you from behind." "Yes please," she replied. Lucy knelt on the bed and thrust her small butt cheeks out in invitation, offering him full access. She moaned softly as, after fitting a condom, he entered and rode her steadily. George was biting his lower lip in concentration, while Lucy's face displayed wanton pleasure. ************ I fucked Carol's mouth relentlessly as I watched Lucy's slight frame shudder with George's pounding thrusts. I then pulled back in Carol's mouth a bit, and watched her lips form a perfect 'O' around my cock. Carol grasped my ass with both hands and dug her fingernails in to keep me still. I couldn't help but thrust against her though. She swallowed me deep, until her nose was just nestled in the hair at the base of my cock, then slowly licked her way back up my shaft, and swirled her clever tongue around the tip. She slowly moved her way back down, not quite to the base, then very gently bit down as she moved back up, so that her teeth dragged against the sensitive skin of my cock. Her mouth left me completely, and she moved down to lick and suck my balls. I groaned in ecstasy, and my knees began to shake. She moved away from me, gave me a wicked smile, then touched her tongue to the very tip of my cock. She probed at the seam at the tip briefly before moving down past my balls to just touch my puckered anus. She dragged her nails down my ass and spread my cheeks apart to allow her tongue to probe my ass deeply. She gripped my ass more tightly before she moved back; first to my balls, then to lavish more attention on my needy cock. She sucked me down once again, and I groaned as my balls tightened almost painfully. Carol drew back, just licking the tip, then brought her hands firmly up the length of my cock until I shot my creamy load all over her ample breasts, staining her summer dress. Carol drew a finger through some cum and brought it to her mouth. "Yum," she said. "I think it may be toy time for you soon Greg". "What do you mean?" "Well, trust me; I think it is something that you will find you will enjoy." ************ I slumped into a chair, temporarily drained of vigour. Carol discarded her dress, moved over to the top of the bed, and lay down, with her cunt placed close to Lucy's mouth. George upped the pace of his thrusts, and Lucy busied herself between Carol's thighs and began to lick her. They looked so smooth and practised this way, I assumed it was a regular occurrence. As George approached his climax, he began to groan. Carol emitted a purring sound, and Lucy a more muffled groan, from between Carol's spread legs. George gave one last big thrust, burying himself to the balls, stilled, and then shouted in climax. He pulled out, and Lucy kept lapping until Carol moved away. "Let's do 'the' move," Carol said to her. They swung around into 69, with Carol on top, each intent on pleasuring the other. My cock was rock hard again, and pulsing, leaking some clear pre-cum, as I witnessed, for the first time, the gentle, then progressively less restrained, art of lesbian sex. 'You're a corrupt bitch,' I thought of Carol, as she tongued Lucy's opening. 'But you are very sexy too.' It was apparent from their mutual moans and body movements that they came together. Carol and Lucy switched positions so that Lucy was on top, and they were face to face. Lucy looked so small lying on top, compared with Carol's Amazonian proportions. They kissed with some tenderness as Carol stroked the girl's small buttocks. Then Carol pushed Lucy over so that she was on all fours. Carol dove between her ass cheeks and stuck her tongue inside Lucy's butt hole. She proceeded to eat Lucy as though she were a tasty snack. ************ So engrossed was I, that I hadn't noticed George had left the bedroom until he returned with four glasses and a bottle of Krug non-vintage champagne. "Anyone for a drink?" he asked. There were nods all round. The four of us had a glass, during what seemed a natural pause in proceedings. The bubbles went up my nose. I didn't enjoy it in the least. When the bottle was empty, Carol walked slowly over to a cabinet. Her big butt rolled seductively as she moved. I was aware of my erection again, and I was not the only one. "That is one big bad cock," Lucy commented, lasciviously. "Yes, it certainly is," George interjected. I felt my face flush a touch with embarrassment. I knew what some of his proclivities were from Carol's earlier description of the 'abstract' painting. I'd never really had any thoughts about male homosexuality, and although it didn't appeal, it didn't repel either. Carol got two dildos, replete with strap-on harnesses, and two tubes of lube from a cabinet. She looked at me with a wicked glint in her blue eyes. One dildo was perhaps four to five inches long, and quite slim. The other was much bigger, at least eight inches in length, and was also thick. She held the smaller one up. "This is little Willy Greg. The larger one here is called Godzilla. I suggest I use Willy on you Greg, while Lucy and George can tame Godzilla. I had liked it when she had played with my asshole before, and 'Willy' looked like it might fit - just. Lucy took Godzilla and a lube tube from Carol, and they strapped the dildos on. I got onto my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. Carol knelt behind me, and smeared a liberal amount of lube around the entrance to my asshole, and then stuck first one, then two fingers into me, working my ring, so that it loosened. George was also on his knees, and already groaning. There seemed to be no gentle start for him. I looked across and saw the slight figure of Lucy literally ramming into him, slamming her hips forward. I found the sight comical, yet any smile forming on my face was soon removed as 'Willy' slipped steadily inside my butt. It hurt, and I felt my cock soften. "For fuck sake Carol, go easy will you?" I implored her. "I am going easy. Just relax, you'll get used to it." And the horny forty something was telling the truth. The discomfort gradually subsided, and I felt pleasure as my prostate was stimulated. 'I quite like being fucked by a woman,' I thought. The two women rode us men for several minutes. Carol remained fairly restrained, while in contrast, Lucy looked as though she was trying to literally fuck George's butt off. Her dirty blond hair was flying about, and she was emitting aggressive, yet feline sounding grunts. Carol began to work my cock in her cunning right hand as she rode me. I was soon rock hard. She began slamming me harder as I got close to climax, and she was banging me like a veritable piston when I came onto the bed sheets. I lay back on the bed and regained my breath, and the very little that was left of my composure. Carol fed me a massive nipple, encouraging me to suck it for a few minutes as she rolled my balls tenderly in her palms. Youth being youth, I was soon hard again. ************ The other two had stopped their coupling, and were talking. "I want your cock in my pussy and Greg's in my ass at the same time," Lucy was imploring George. Then she looked at me. "Ram that big fuck-stick up my butt." George lay on his back. Lucy moved above him, aiming the tip of his condom covered cock at her pussy, then slowly eased herself down until George's cock was fully buried inside her. She leant her torso downwards, causing her little breasts to crush flat into George's chest. Lucy spread her small ass cheeks with her hands, wide enough for me to see her secondary aperture wink open a tiny bit in delicious invitation. Carol leant behind Lucy, and tongued her rosebud briefly, before she got some lube and spread a very generous amount firstly onto the top half of my cock, before working more around the opening, and inside, of Lucy's asshole. Carol moved away and I took her place, lining my glistening erection up with the entrance of the cute wrinkled star. "Do me you big bastard. Stick it in. I want it hard!" Lucy veritably beseeched me. And who was I to refuse such a tenderly spoken appeal? I slipped it in steadily, until I was buried balls deep in her hot, tight butt. She must have been very used to anal sex, as she took it pretty well, and seemed to be merely in only slight discomfort, yet great ecstasy. I thought this quite an achievement, considering she now had about six inches of cock in her cunt and eight up her asshole. Lucy lay still on George's cock, allowing me the opportunity to plough her vigorously. Carol moved behind me and slipped a finger into my arse, and finger fucked me in time with my forward thrusts. Lucy began wriggling about, from side to side, getting friction in her cunt from George's cock. I put my hands on her hips and used the powerful muscles in my upper thighs and buttocks to drive home powerfully and relentlessly. From time to time I spanked Lucy's small, taut cheeks, leaving red finger and palm marks there. Lucy squirmed more dynamically on top of George, and shouted a triumphant call as her body tightened in orgasm. I took this as a cue to fuck her with as much speed and power as I could muster. Sweat was flowing down my forehead by the time I shot waves inside her young asshole. I eased my cock out with an audible 'schloop' sound. Her asshole actually stayed open for a time. It was a cute sight, as almost translucent, sticky cum seeped out slowly from the dull red tunnel. Lucy then rolled off of George, who, still sporting an unsatisfied erection, in turn moved to the adjacent bed, which Carol now adorned languidly, wearing a happy expression on her face. A sated looking Lucy lay next to me and we exchanged a brief kiss before we observed the married couple. Carol discarded his condom, then lubed George's cock and jacked him off with a practised hand, slowly, yet firmly drawing her almost closed fist from the base to the tip. Soon, George shot a measure of cum into her palm. I was impressed. 'He's getting on a bit, but there is still some gas left in the tank,' I thought. That room was utterly saturated with the sweet scent of sex. ************ A now raddled and ruddy faced George made his way into a large en-suite shower area. After a couple of minutes under the warm jets, he towelled off and took a cream linen suite from a spacious wardrobe. He dressed, replete with a dark fedora hat, and had a triangular, dark blue, silk handkerchief showing from the jacket pocket. 'What the hell kind of retro look is he aiming for?' I thought. 'Mr Suave of 1951?' "Sorry to have to interrupt our fun, but I need to attend a meeting with my accountant," he said. Absurdly, as it seemed to me, he kissed Lucy on the cheek, Carol on the mouth and shook my hand, like the quintessential, yet perverted, English gentleman he genuinely appeared to be. Kissing The Pink Ch. 02 "Oh, I forget my manners," he said. "Would you like a lift home Lucy?" "No," Carol answered for her, displaying a licentious smile. "She's staying with me for a little while." George left and the three of us entered the large shower area. It was ménage time, as I took my place under a very gentle jet of warm water. There was a hyper erotic bout of shared kissing, as three tongues swapped partners while dancing a slow tango with each other. Carol and Lucy then took turns in sucking my balls and cock simultaneously. A salivating Lucy licked and sucked me enthusiastically, while Carol used her tongue like a wand as I enjoyed five minutes of personal nirvana. We broke, and Carol and Lucy stood and kissed. Carol leant down slightly, as Lucy stood on tiptoes, until their lips merged as one. Their fingers each drew tight concentric circles around the other's clit, as they swayed gently together in mutual fascination and ecstasy. 'There's a lot more to lesbianism than sticking fake cocks into cunts,' I thought, realising my previous youthful misconceptions were being shattered as comprehensively as flat earth theory was following Ferdinand Magellan's global circumnavigations. The tenderness and enjoyment enthralled me. Finally, the kissing, rubbing, stroking and fingering ended in twin climaxes. Even more erotically, they licked each others fingers clean. My cock was standing up proud, past my belly button, like a cop's truncheon. I eased Carol's back against the shower wall. The Amazonian was just the right height for a stand-up, front-on fuck. I placed my palms flat against the tiles, just above her shoulders, Carol held and directed my cock into her, and I slammed her hot, wet pussy very powerfully and aggressively, while kissing her soft lips. Lucy inveigled her small frame between us, forming a luscious flesh sandwich. She made a feast of Carol's colossal nipples, sucking on them like a hungry baby on a lactating mother. Lucy slanted her body sideways, and held a shower hose head directly parallel with her vulva, directing strong warm jets up and down her womanhood. The over-sexed forty something thrust her fingernails deeply and harshly into my hard buttocks as I rammed her. I rolled my buttocks as I thrust, stabbing her wet cunt from side to side and up and down, feeding her different stroke depths and angles. Carol adored it, and came shortly after I found that friction on the right side of her pussy walls caused her to moan loudly and dip a touch at the knees. I pulled my cock out. Lucy dropped to her knees and sucked whitish cream from its length. My cock was literally twitching with my pulse as she did so. I looked down at her small frame. An idea formed in my head. 'She looks light enough.' I thought... I lifted Lucy clean off of her feet by holding her around her knees and put her over my shoulder. She was very light. Then, carefully, I turned her slowly, so that eventually her head was upside down, and I held her with one hand under a shoulder, as the other arm wrapped around her back. Her hands were wrapped around my lower back. From this position she sucked on the head of my cock while I tasted her pretty pink cunt. Regular weight training comes in useful sometimes! "Wow, that looks absolutely glorious," Carol said. "Hold it right there, I have GOT to get a photo of that!" She scooted out of the shower area, quickly dried her hands on a towel, and left the bedroom, before returning rapidly with a camera. She walked around us, and took a good number of snaps from differing angles and heights. When satisfied, she placed the camera on a bed. "They are definitely going in my scrapbook," she said. "Maybe I'll even display them in an annual exhibition of erotica I attend in Amsterdam. Would that be ok with you two?" I interrupted my pussy snack to answer. "Fine, but I don't want a clear picture of my face appearing in public." Lucy gave no answer; she just sort of mumbled something that sounded like, "Uh hu." It wasn't easy to understand her, although as my cock was lodged in her mouth at the time, that was perhaps not entirely surprising. The sucking continued enjoyably, but the increasing strain of bearing Lucy's weight prevented my body relaxing sufficiently for me to be able to cum, so I spun her back onto her feet. I told Lucy to, "kneel on the shower mat and stick your butt out." She acquiesced with my request. Her pretty pink cunt loomed large and inviting between her small, girlish buttocks. I dropped down behind her, slammed it in with no tenderness, and rode her forcefully, while I held her firm breasts and rolled and pinched her small, hard, pink nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. There was no tenderness to any of this. It was pure, unadulterated, animalistic lust. In fact, I realised that while these two liked a certain initial tenderness, they preferred aggressive, almost brutal sex. It was almost as though gentleness and patience were reserved for their Sapphic couplings. I found them utterly fascinating and wanton. I suppose I was wild too; for when I was about to cum, I pulled out of Lucy's pussy and beckoned Carol's head down with one hand, so her lips were near to the end of my cock. I jerked off into it, and came massively, aiming jets into her open mouth. Carol appeared to swallow much of it, then obscenely let some trickle from the sides of her open mouth. Lucy licked it off her, in the manner of a cat at a bowl of cream. "Do you think I should give him one of my specials?" Lucy then asked Carol. "Well, why not, he's earned it. Greg, be a dear and sit on the floor." I did as I was asked. Lucy stood above me. She spread her legs in stance, pulled her pussy lips wide, and sprayed a shower of pee onto my face. It ran in golden rivulets over my body "I never had you down as a wimp Greg," Carol said. "Get the full benefit, open your mouth boy." 'Well, try anything once, except voting Tory or committing suicide,' I thought. I opened my mouth and Lucy directed a jet into it. It taste warm, fresh and dilute, with just a vague salty, ammonial tang to it. I gulped some down. To be honest, while the flavour was neither unpleasant nor appetizing, the act itself was thrilling in its decadence. I rose and repaid the compliment to them. They both knelt before me, almost in servitude. I directed a strong spurt first at Lucy, and she sucked my pee down her throat like it was nectar. Carol was more restrained when it came to her turn, although she appeared to swallow a fair share too. We then showered, rubbing and caressing each other with foamy soapsuds, until the flowing hot water left us clean. I moved to a wash basin, and swilled mouthwash. I had to maintain some sort of standards - after all, I am English! A clock on a wall told me it was getting near to the time when Rick was due to pick me up. I dried and redressed, and the two vixens went back to bed. I was invited to stay by Carol, but declined. I was far too physically and morally fatigued. As I was leaving the room, they were re-engaging in more Sapphic delights, using what seemed to be a double ended, battery driven, humming vibrator. They had plenty of stamina; I'd say that much for them. ************ I sat outside waiting for Rick's truck. After a few minutes, he turned up. "Huh, you look tired. It looks like you've put a proper shift of work in for once," was the gargoyle's odious greeting. 'What a total asshole,' I thought, but I let it go. After all, he was paying me for gardening, while I was actually engaged in magnificent fun, games and sexual adventures, while he was sat in a tacky, malodorous betting shop, losing money on horse races. I liked to think that the second favourite in the 2.15 at Haydock, and the long shot running in the 3.30 at Newmarket, had left a big dent in his tight wallet. Early that evening, after I had returned home - weary, and just a touch sore in one particular area - I lay on my bed listening to The Cure, The Smiths and The Stone Roses CD's, while pondering the entwined notions of sexuality and corruption, before my shift at the local pub started. My musings were interrupted by a phone call from my best friend at uni, Rob. He and another guy from our halls, Muttley, had formed the idea of travelling through France in the summer months, backpacking, paying their way by working on the seasonal vegetable and grape harvests. They were going to camp, or stay in youth hostels. I was invited to join them. The idea was to later head for some Spanish beaches and bars - hopefully with a few Francs ready for exchange in our pockets - where we would try, and probably fail, to seduce some tanned Eurotrash beauties. It sounded a great idea -- a big adventure. We arranged to meet up with each other at Dover ferry port in two days time, to catch an evening crossing. The next morning, while Rick drove us back to the Minifle's property, I explained the situation to him, and he appeared human for once. He said that George and Carol were "extremely pleased" with my efforts. Carol in particular, it seemed. Apparently, she had commented to Rick that "Greg is performing marvels in my garden." Rick said that although he had a manically busy day today, I had earned my wages, and he would go to the bank tomorrow, and bring me the ten days wages he owed me before I left my parents' house to catch the train at 1 pm. Surprise, surprise, ha bloody ha, he strangely never turned up... the twenty four carat scumbag that he was. George and Carol were out when we arrived at their property. Rick actually did a little work for a change, before, inevitably, he ended up avidly reading the horse racing section of the daily newspaper. "I've got to take some equipment to another place he announced. I'll pick you up at about five" I don't know why he bothered with excuses; he was the boss, and we both knew he would really spend all day at the bookmaker's. I watered nutrients into some of the rose beds. Some delicate, young looking plants had sadly started to develop dark spots, which appeared to be spreading; corrupting and damaging the petals. 'This must be a metaphor for something,' I thought. ************ It warmed up in the afternoon, and just after I went shirtless, Carol and George returned home, laden with clothes shopping bags. They approached me, and I informed them about my plans, explaining that this would be my last day working for them. Carol looked very disappointed. "That's a real shame Greg; you have such a skilful touch with all the different types of flowers here." "Very true," George interjected. "We are holding a party this weekend for like minded friends. It's a pity you can't come, as you would have been extremely popular, old chap." They then exchanged a 'knowing' look with each other. Carol said, "I'll tell you two something, it's a glorious day, far too good to stay indoors. Why don't I fetch some cold drinks and then perhaps we can have some al-fresco fun. What do you think about having a farewell session?" George was full of enthusiasm, and although I was now somewhat cynical with their ways, I felt pretty horny again, and agreed. There was a picnic table with benches in the centre of one stretch of lawn. George and I moved there, while Carol went to the house to bring out some chilled wine for her and George, and a cold beer for me. When she returned, she was totally naked. "I may as well enjoy the sun while I can," she said. As before, she was a highly stirring sight; a tall Englishwoman with creamy pale skin, large breasts and a big round ass... glorious. I was handed a refreshing, virtually ice-cold beer. Carol sat next to me, and kissed me after I was sated by the amber brew. "Stand up and take your shorts off Greg," she told me. I did as I was asked. My cock was semi-hard. I was aware that George was checking me out, and so was Carol. "As it's your fond farewell, why not give George a treat, and let him suck on your magnificent young cock?" I didn't offer a reply, and they didn't seem to require one... Carol stood, and kissed me as I fondled her huge breasts. George dropped to his knees between us, and with no preamble, put my cock straight into his mouth. He sucked the end hard, then, just as his wife had done the day before; he displayed his deep-throating skills, while Carol's clever tongue danced a waltz with mine. This carried on for a while, and I won't deny it was extremely enjoyable. It was Carol who broke the revelry. "Do one last favour just for me Greg. Suck him in return." I paused a second to think, but decided I would not even attempt to reason with myself about this. I just went with the flow. We ended up lying on the grass, side to side, each sucking the others cock simultaneously. So, for the first, and as yet only time in my life, I took a hard cock in my mouth. It tasted ok, neutral. It was like licking any other area of clean skin I guess, although, after a while, there was a tiny salty tang to it, which I assumed was George leaking some pre-cum. I didn't enjoy sucking it, but it didn't repel me. What I did enjoy was the sense of his mouth treating me. Now that was hot. I was getting close to shooting a load in his mouth. Somehow, this naturally made me pop his cock out of my mouth. George followed suit, and we both went unspent. As we moved back, I saw that Carol was sitting on the picnic bench, with her legs askew, showing her cunt off to beautiful effect, while rubbing around her big clit, and stabbing three fingers deep into her own pussy. We watched her reach an orgasm. As she did this, her face was firstly taut in concentration, then alive with energy, before it finally broke out into a satisfied grin. I got between her legs for a taste... sumptuous. George moved close too, and sucked on her massive hard nipples. I went back to my beer, as Carol kissed George deeply. Perhaps there was only ever going to be one way this was going to finish. Carol went back into the house and brought back a tube of KY jelly and a condom. She masturbated George until he was hard, and then fitted the condom onto him. Then she smeared lube onto both my re-hardened cock and into her own asshole. Finally, she applied lube to my butt as she toyed with its opening, loosening it. "I want you in my ass, and George in yours. Ok Greg?" I didn't answer her; I just balled some of her hair in my fist and pushed her over the picnic table. She stuck her butt out, I lined up my cock up to her wrinkled star, and George did likewise to mine. It was, to think about it, a difficult position to hold, but it seemed easy enough at the time. And there it all ended, with Mrs Minifle, Carol, bent over a picnic table, her huge bare butt cheeks thrust out proudly, with me behind her, my hands holding her wide hips firmly and my big cock rammed inside her asshole, balls deep, pulsing and still. Mr Minifle, George, was in turn standing behind me; the forefinger and thumb of each of his hands lightly pinching and playing with my nipples, as his rock hard cock rampaged in my newly non-virgin, tight little puckered ass-bud. Pleasure and pain merged in equality. George came first. His thrusts quickened, and then he rammed one massive lunge into me, and stalled. I was vaguely aware of the condom filling slightly inside me. He pulled out, and I slammed Carol brutally. I really hammered at her, until my balls drew up tightly, and I unleashed a torrent of cum deep into her. I used a garden hose to wash us down with. The day had become very hot, and I rapidly dried off, and slipped my shorts back on. They both went inside. Carol soon returned, and paid me what she called my "modelling fee." It was a generous amount too, and came in very handy for my trip. I knew what it was really for though, and it somehow corrupted the acts they had seduced me into. Rick's truck pulled up. It was time for my lift home. Carol gave me a dainty, ladylike peck on the cheek. "Oh, and you are most welcome to come and visit us any time you are back in the area Greg. We are always more than happy to entertain good friends. Just drop in any time it pleases you." And with that, we bade our farewells. ************ I wonder just how many younger 'friends' they enjoyed 'entertaining' over the years? The mind boggles. I never saw them again after that day. Perhaps, even now, twenty years later, they are still active sexual predators, pursuing innocent, and not so innocent, late-teenagers. Or they may, at this very moment, be blasting the cobwebs away at an over sixties orgy? Who knows? As for me, well, that summer's travels more than lived up to expectations. As I look back at those times, some words that a man called Longfellow once wrote come to mind. 'Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!' I've never been fucked in the ass by another guy since then, and can't say I especially want to be. I have been by a woman, or two... 'Cough,' but that is, indeed, another story. Oh, and that reminds me - that bastard Rick never did pay me the money he owed me! I think I may have to work out the amount of interest due and pay him a visit one day soon. Who knows... he may even be alive? * Anyone wanting to leave feedback, or wishing to chat, is welcome to get in touch.