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The Letter Ch. 01

By: Abelard7



The letter was one of several pushed through my front door as I left for work, I was running late already, so I picked them up and stuffed them into my bag to be dealt with later. It would be junk-mail or bills anyway, they could be thrown away just as easily later as now. Being late again would mean either dismissal or a 'favour'. Sacking people seemed to me my bosses second favourite pastime.

I was not late. It was lunchtime though, by the time I sorted my mail. Until lunchtime, the only breaks allowed were 'comfort breaks'. We had to put up our hand to be given permission to use the loo, drinks were served to our desks by another minion. By 'we', I mean the employees of the telesales company that formed my current employment. It was a sweatshop, the boss patrolled constantly looking for faults that would lead to - yes, dismissal or 'favours'. The letter was neither junk nor final demand, hand-written, with a US postmark, it was an invitation to a funeral. And it was to be life-changing.

Normally, an invitation to a funeral would be no cause for excitement, but this was the funeral of my uncle, and the invitation was from his daughter, my cousin Christine. I had neither seen nor heard from her for eight years. We had been close despite the fact that Christine was six years my senior. Then she disappeared, along with her parents. At first I was desolate, no reason was given, other than that they had 'gone away', but I was fourteen years of age and soon forgot her.

Looking back, the incident probably contributed to my own fall from grace from that time on. I became something of a wild-child. I left school as soon as I was able, with nothing useful by way of qualifications, the school were probably glad to see me go, certainly I don't remember being persuaded to stay on. I soon found clerical work in a series of office jobs, none of them lasting long. As soon as I was above the age of consent I consented at every opportunity, experimenting with sex in every way, I liked it, I liked being fucked, I liked to suck cock and best of all, I liked to wank men off, I was obsessed by projectile semen.

So, if for no other reason than curiosity, this was one funeral that I just had to attend. Why had Christine vanished? The problem was, it was on Friday, in three days' time. The company rule was at least a week's notice of any leave to be taken and I had pushed the taking of 'sickies' beyond reasonable levels, leaving only one option - a 'favour'. Most of the female employees, or at least, the young attractive ones, were expected to do favours for the boss. Favours were his favourite pastime. A favour meant sucking his cock or bending over his desk to be fucked, in return for whatever we needed outside what was written into our contracts. In the recession, or whatever the politicians liked to call it, employment was hard to come by, so we did what we had to. After lunch I steeled myself to the inevitable and asked if I could speak to him privately.

There was the usual sucking of teeth,

"This Friday? Not a chance," he said.

I pleaded, it was my only uncle.

"It will require something special in return," he grudgingly offered, "Stay after we close and we will discuss it."

My boss might think that he is God's gift to women, but they would have to be very strange women. He was fat, sweated a lot and his body odour was made worse by the cheap scent that he wore as a substitute for showering. When everyone was gone, he called me into his office.

"Strip," he ordered, everything off."

I obeyed meekly, he also stripped naked. He usually just dropped his pants, I had never seen him naked and it was not a pleasant sight. He groped my tits before going for the main prize, pushing two fingers roughly into my dry cunt. He produced a condom and handed it to me, one thing in his favour was that he always used a condom, and as much as I dislike the taste of latex, it is preferable to that of smegma. I tore open the pack, held the condom between my lips by its teat, and knelt in front of him. His cock was fully erect. Quite a decent cock really, were it attached to anyone else and washed more often. We, his victims, probably saw more of it than he did. The only way he would ever see it was in a mirror, such was his beer-belly. I sucked him until he placed his hand on my face, the sign that he wanted it in another place. I bent over the desk and pushed out my bum, there was a slight delay as he smeared a generous amount of lubricant around my dry hole, then he pushed into me.

He fucked me like this for longer than usual, he was normally a 'stick it in, spurt, pull it out' man. Perhaps he had already been serviced today by one of the others, he always had the office to himself at lunchtimes, nobody spent more time there than they had to, so he had two opportunities every day to extract 'favours'. He was pumping away at me for so long that he began to hurt me, the lubricant had dried out. I informed him. He pulled out and slapped on another cold anointing. When he positioned himself for re-entry, he pushed against the wrong hole, I thought that he would re-position himself but he continued to push against the sealed-tight sphincter.

"No!" I protested, "not there, I don't do that."

"You'll do it for me or walk," he replied, "I've always wanted to fuck your cheeky little arse."

I wriggled free from his grasp.

"Please no," I begged, "you're much too big, you'll tear me apart. Something else, anything, I'll suck you off without the condom, you can come in my mouth, I will swallow it."

He pondered this for a while, then nodded, peeling off the condom.

"Make it good," he said, "or clear your desk."

I knelt again and took his prong delicately in my fingers, pulling back the foreskin to reveal his bulging tip. I held my breath and took as much as I could of his length in a single gulp, he grunted his approval. I sucked as well as I know how, intending for it to be over quickly, but as he grew more and more aroused he began to thrust his tip down my throat. I can do 'deep throat', given time and a co-operative partner, but he was out of control, choking me. He was probably three times my weight and much stronger, my struggles had no effect, I could die here I thought. I took the only action available to me; I bit him. Hard.

He sprang away from me screaming in agony, clutching his injured manhood.

"Fucking whore bitch," and other similar compliments streamed from his foul mouth, finishing with; "Get out, you're finished."

I gathered my clothes and handbag, I kept nothing in my desk anyway, and quickly vacated.

So I was unemployed. Still, I had to smile on the tube home, he had had it coming for a long time, and if it had cost me my job, perhaps my female ex-colleagues would benefit. Even if I had not done him permanent damage, he might think twice in future about extracting favours.

I lay wake that night considering my options. They were few. Then I remembered that I had met an old school-friend a few weeks ago in the supermarket. Over a coffee, we had reminisced. Like me, she had been a rebel at school, unlike me, she was employed. She worked in massage parlours.

"Why don't you give it a try?" She had asked. "You could earn three times as much as you do now, in fewer hours. I could introduce you."

She went on to tell me that she had a partner, who knew about her 'profession', and a child, his child.

"It's just a job," she concluded, "I have a completely normal life when I've got my clothes on."

I turned over the thought for many hours, I was unattached, an orphan and skint. Men certainly found me attractive and I was certainly no innocent when it came to sex. I might even enjoy it! I had her 'phone number, I would call her. But first, I had a funeral to attend.

It was raining, a good day for a funeral. I was late as usual, proceedings had begun as I slipped into the back of the crematorium chapel. There were about twenty other mourners, Christine was instantly recognisable despite being eight years older than when I last saw her. She stood out like an orchid among daisies.

My uncle slipped slowly through the curtain. The mourners turned to leave, Christine leading. I caught her eye as she approached and she recognised me. Her mascara was smudged by tears.

"Lynne? Is it really you?" I nodded, there were tears in my eyes, whether for my late uncle or tears of joy at seeing Christine again, I am not sure, but it seemed appropriate. We embraced, we linked arms and left the chapel together into the rain.

"There's drinks and a buffet," she said, "You will come?"

Again I nodded. There was a long black Mercedes waiting, the driver held the door for us. My first ever ride in a Merc, and it was a short one. The 'wake', if you could call it that, was a subdued affair. It was in a nearby pub, all of the mourners attended, but after telling Chris how sorry they were for her loss, and drinking most of the champagne, they made their excuses and left. They seemed uncomfortable in Christine's presence, adding to the sense of mystery. Eventually there were just the two of us, lots of wine and lots of food. I made a serious attempt at the wine, but not the food.

As if the loss of her father was not enough, selfishly, I burdened her with my own problems, finishing with my decision to start earning my living on my back.

"Would you really do that?" She asked.

"I have few options," I sobbed, "My only qualification is good tits."

"Let me speak to some people I know," she said, "I may be able to come up with something."

Most of this is rather vague recollections, I was sloshed. I remember Chris bundling me into a taxi and little more. I awoke much later in, or rather on, my own bed, covered with a blanket. On my dressing table was a note;

"Come for lunch tomorrow at about mid-day," and the name of a hotel.

The hotel was very posh, way out of my league. I gave my name to the receptionist, saying that I was expected.

"Yes, Ms Rivers is expecting you, go straight up, room 505."

Room 505 was a suite of rooms, very luxurious. It comprised a sitting room with a panoramic view of one of the royal parks, doors led off to the bedroom, the bathroom and a small kitchen. Christine sat me down on one of two huge leather couches, one facing the window and the other facing a massive high definition TV. She handed me the room service menu, telling me to choose anything I liked. She telephoned our order, sat next to me and said that there was something she wanted me to see on TV. She pressed a button on the remote and the picture filled the screen. It was a paused still from the DVD player built in to the TV, the picture was of a shapely dangling breast. Christine pressed the play button and the picture zoomed out to show a white woman on all fours, being serviced at both ends by two muscular black studs. The previously paused tit and its neighbour bounced in time to their thrusts.

I looked across at Chris questioningly, she just nodded at the screen for me to continue watching. The camera panned to the head end and zoomed in on the girl's face. Although grossly distorted by the impossibly large cock that stretched it, the face seemed familiar. On screen, a male voice said;

"Change ends buddy?"

The camera moved to the owner of the voice, whose equally immense cock was pumping rhythmically in and out of the girls cunt. He stopped his movements and pulled out, the shaft gleamed with the girl's juices. The camera followed the cock as it moved to her face and she gulped the sticky monster greedily into her mouth. For a few seconds, the mouth had been empty and the face undistorted. I recognised the face. I stared at Christine in disbelief;

"It's you!"

Chris paused the picture again and smiled.

"It's how I earn my crust." She said simply.

There was a knock at the door, lunch had arrived. Chris turned off the TV and opened the door. Two liveried hotel staff laid the table and held chairs for us. One showed Chris the wine bottle, opened it, poured it and they left smiling deferentially after one of them had palmed the bank-note Chris had given him.

Over the meal, Chris told her story:

She too, had left school with minimal qualifications, but her parents, or at least her mother, had already mapped out her career path. Christine had been a pretty child and her mother had decided that she was the right material to be a model. For years, mum had bombarded agencies with Christine's portfolio, eventually it worked, Christine appeared in mail order catalogues and on-line, modelling teenage fashion. She was 'spotted' and more work followed.

My own parents had not approved, my dad in particular thought that modelling was 'selling herself', but our parents had remained friends. As Christine developed, she came to be in demand, eventually doing topless, then nude for men's mags. By now, Christine was sexually active, and it seemed to be a natural progression for her to go 'hard-core' when asked to. This really was too much for my parents and was the cause of the rift.

I was astonished. I had known nothing of this. Was I so self-centred that I had not even enquired what Christine did for a living when she left school? Chris said that, as a condition of our continuing relationship, she had been sworn to keep me unaware. But even so, I must have been completely stupid not to see the signs.

Chris concluded that she had been offered porno work in the U.S. and had taken it. She and her mother had moved there, her mother was alive and well, living in the same Santa Barbara apartment block as Chris, and was in fact her agent. Her dad had declined the chance to go with them, they had eventually divorced and mum had re-married, someone in 'the business'.

"And this is what you meant by 'coming up with something'," I asked.

She nodded. "At least give it some thought, some people would say that what I do is little more than whoring on camera, but it pays better than what you are planning, the life-style is good and you get to see exotic places when on location. You also get fucked by professionals."

She looked at her watch, it was late afternoon.

"I'm going to have to throw you out," she said, "I have a meeting with some associates tonight. Take these," she said, handing me the DVD from the TV and several others, "Study them with what we have discussed in mind, you will not be forced to do anything that you don't want to, although the more you do the better the money. I chose them because the cover most genres, call me here tomorrow, the desk will take a message, just yes or no will do and I will try to fix up an interview."

She went to the door to let me out, then paused in thought before saying;

"The people I'm seeing tonight are not all actors, they are money-people, people who finance the business. I will probably have sex with all of them tonight, bear it in mind, it goes with the job."

And she ushered me out.

I stood on the hotel steps, dazed, more by what I had seen and heard rather than by the wine. I stuffed the DVDs into my bag and headed for the tube home. Chris was right, the DVD's did cover all sorts of activity, straight sex, through lesbian and gay to BDSM and even 'water sports'. I tried to watch them as instructional rather than as arousal, but still ended up masturbating until I was sore. It could be me doing all those things. And being paid for it! I eventually wanked myself to sleep.

I called the hotel at about mid-day the next day and left a message;

"Yes."

Christine called on Monday morning, I was to meet her for lunch again, this time at an Italian restaurant near to her hotel. She had arranged for me to meet someone the next day, at eleven o'clock. She gave me the address.

"His name is Angus and he is a sweetie. But he will put you through it, he will question you about everything sexual, he will try to shock you, just be honest and you will be fine. You will have to get naked, and probably be asked to perform sex of some kind. And now it's goodbye again, I'm flying home tomorrow. Let me know how you get on."

We parted tearfully, but at least I knew now how to get in touch, and we promised to do so.

On the way home, I stopped at a sex-shop that I know to be female-friendly and bought a vibrator. I already have one, but this was special, an anal vibrator. In practically all of the scenes in the porn-films, there had been anal sex, even in the lezzie ones they had buggered each other with dildoes, it was almost de rigueur. I would need practice.

And so I practised. I searched the web for advice, 'buggery for beginners' sort of thing, and found the key points to be: Empty. Relax. Lubricate. Be aroused.

The first and third I could manage, relaxation was not easy, mindful of what I was trying to achieve, and as for arousal, well, I had the videos, but only the promise of a plastic prick at the end. At least it would not go soft!

I managed to accommodate the anal vibrator without too much difficulty, and kept it in position for a long time, but when I switched to the life sized version, I tensed up and locked it out. I persisted and at last it was in, it hurt like hell but I had done it. I had to hold it in position, my natural reaction being to expel it, but I was determined to get used to it. Would I be able to do it with a real one though?

The address Chris had given me was in Wardour Street, the traditional home of the British film industry, but 'Angam Productions' was accessed from a dingy alley off the main road. The brass plaque said it was on the fifth floor. I had to pass several doors advertising the services of 'models' as I laboured up the narrow stairs, as I passed one of them, a punter was being shown out. I could feel his eyes on my tightly clad posterior as I started the next flight.

The offices of Angam were small, but quite smart once inside. 'Offices' is probably too grand a word really, it was a small reception area with three doors off, one to a toilet, another to a small kitchen and the third to an office. The receptionist, a good-looking young black man, showed me straight in. Angus stood to greet me and invited me to take a chair that was placed before his desk, an impressive, leather topped antique. Angus instructed the receptionist to bring coffee and sat down behind the desk. I judged him to be in his late forties, quite tall, well proportioned, dark hair greying at the temples. He wore an expensive looking blue suit. I thought that he was quite tasty, demonstrating my talents for him would be no chore.

"So you're Kristal's cousin?" he asked.

Kristal? I nodded.

"And you think that you might have what it takes to become an actress?"

Another nod. The door opened and a tray with coffee was placed on the desk. The young man poured, handed me the cup and left the room.

"Do you have a boyfriend Lynn?" asked Angus.

"Not at present," I replied.

"So when did you last have sex?"

"About a week ago."

"Tell me about it."

I took a deep breath and began;

"I met someone in a club who looked quite fit and we ended up afterwards in his flat. It was less than satisfactory, he did the business, missionary position, then rolled off and went to sleep. I dressed and left."

"You did not orgasm?"

"No. At least, not with him, I sorted myself out when I got home."

"You masturbated?"

"Yes."

"Do you masturbate often?"

"Define often."

Angus did not answer, he just looked at me and waited.

"Sometimes several times a day, some days not at all," I said, "I suppose it averages about once a day."

"When did you last masturbate?"

"This morning."

"And before that?"

"Last night."

I was beginning to get aroused, my nipples were stiff and I could feel the gusset of my knickers stating to get damp. Angus made a note on the pad on his desk.


The Letter Ch. 01



"Have you ever had sex with another woman?"

"Yes. I went through a phase of believing that I was lesbian. I had advertised for someone to share my flat, to help with costs. It's a one-bedroom flat, so it meant sharing a bed as well. The girl I chose turned out to be lesbian and she 'turned' me. It lasted for about three months until I met a man that I liked and realised that I preferred cock. I threw her out and went back to straight sex."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes."

"Would you do it again?"

"Yes, I prefer cock, but it's a preference, I would not exclude the other if it seemed right at the time."

Another note.

"Have you ever had sex with two men at the same time?"

"Yes."

Another questioning look.

"I was part of a double date, me and a friend were to meet two men. My friend was ill at the last moment and I could not contact either of the men, so I went alone. I fancied them both, was unable to choose between them, so when they escorted me home, I invited both of them in for coffee. It was awkward at first, but when they realised that I was 'up for it', they both snogged me. They took it in turn to fuck me and then I sucked them both back up ready for seconds. Seconds took the form of me continuing to suck one of them, the other fucked me from behind, one came in my mouth and the other, well in the other. Then they changed ends and we did it again. It went on until we all fell asleep."

"It sounds like you enjoyed it."

"I did, it is probably my best sex ever. So far anyway."

"But you have not repeated the experience?"

"The opportunity has not arisen, my girlfriend was furious when I told her what happened, apparently she was sweet on one of them, I had 'stolen him from her'. My two studs on that occasion declined further contact with me and I lost a friend."

"What about with others?"

"A man's idea of a threesome seems to be him and two girls, they don't like the idea of being in such close contact with another naked man, I think it threatens their masculinity. A shame because even if a man gets his threesome, he can only do one at a time, whereas a woman can do two."

Angus nodded then said;

"Or three?"

I hesitated. I had walked right into my own trap. I had been expecting the 'A' topic to come up and I had rehearsed a lie saying how much I liked it, but my mind went blank. Angus was waiting for an answer.

"Or three," I agreed softly.

"You do take it up the arse?" Angus persisted.

I was still holding the empty coffee cup, on its saucer, complete with spoon. The whole thing rattled as my hand shook. He had his answer. I had been expecting the question, but not in such a brutal way, up to now his choice of words had been, well, printable, I had been the one to use four letter euphemisms. During the interview I had become quite aroused, I could feel my juice seeping into my knicker-gusset and my nipples had been trying to make a bid for freedom through my clothes, now they retracted into their fleshy carriers like tortoise-heads and my slit seemed to suck my juices back inside. My mind raced to find a way to recover, 'Take the attack to the enemy,' I remembered reading somewhere. I said;

"I prefer it up the cunt."

"That's not what I asked," Angus countered relentlessly.

"Yes of course I do," I lied, "but I don't much enjoy it, I'm very tight there. But I realise that anal is a requirement, I will get used to it."

Angus made a note on his pad. I could feel my heart beating, had I failed? Angus looked up at me,

"Take your clothes off," he ordered, "Let's see what you've got."

I stood up and took a step sideways and back so that I was alongside the chair. I had spent a long time deciding what to wear for the interview, I had not wanted to look tarty, but it had to be sexy. I had chosen my business suit, a tailored, grey pin-stripe that I had had made about a year ago as an interview suit. It has a tailored jacket and a tight skirt ending just above the knee, with a single vent at the back to allow movement. With it I wore a simple shirt-like white blouse. All very severe and business-like. The only indication to what was underneath was very high heels and black seamed stockings, leading under the skirt to the hidden treasure, and supported by a suspender belt. Matching the sussie was a balconette bra and shorty knickers, black with green lace trim, and all semi-sheer so that the goods were on display.

I removed the jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, undid the side zip of the skirt and stepped out of it, placing that too, on the chair. The bra was front-fastening, so all I had to do was to pop the catch and let gravity do the rest. I know that my tits are good, large but firm. They bounced as I removed the bra like a shoulder-holster and draped it on the chair. For the knickers, I turned away with my back to my audience, hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down over my hips, bending forwards as I pushed them down my legs to step out of them. I remained bending forward, knowing that not only would the tight pucker of my virgin bum-hole be on full view, but that Angus would have a good rear-view of my cunt.

My nipples were back to full-strength, I stood and turned to face him, keeping my legs apart, revealing my secret weapon: I am a ginger, a copper-top. A natural red-head. Nobody knew where my colouring had come from, it did not occur anywhere else in my, by now very small family. I had been subject to teasing at school, borderline bullying really, but as my curves filled, teasing became curiosity, men became obsessed with finding out if my collar and cuffs matched. They do. My bush is fiery red, like my head hair. I keep my pubes well-trimmed, but would never shave it off. It is a man-magnet. Like many before his, Angus' eyes were drawn to it. I hooked my thumbs into the suspender belt and looked questioningly at him, he shook his head saying;

"They can stay."

He made a note. Then he pressed a button on his desk intercom, a voice answered;

"Yes Mr Grant?"

"Could you come in Trevor?"

The door opened and the young black man entered. I felt very exposed. Angus spoke;

"This is Trevor."

"Hello Trevor," I nodded.

Shaking hands seemed the wrong thing to do considering my nudity. Angus spoke again, addressing me;

"Suck him off." He said simply.

Trevor seemed not in the least surprised, he moved alongside me and turned towards me as I turned to him. I went down on my knees and undid the belt of his pants, pulled down his zip and pushed his trousers down around his ankles. He wore boxer shorts which caught on his erect cock as I tried to push those down too. I managed to free them. He was wearing a shirt with a tie, but no jacket. Trevor lifted the shirt to reveal a very respectable uncircumcised cock. Unlike the last one that I had been forced to suck, this one smelled clean. I took it between finger and thumb and peeled back the foreskin, revealing the tight shining skin of the bulbous purple tip. A tiny bead of moisture filled its singe eye. I reached out with my tongue to remove it, then took as much as I could into the back of my throat in a single, sliding gulp. Trevor gurgled.

Angus had moved from behind the desk for a better view. I changed hands on Trevor's shaft so that I did not obscure that view. I received no further instruction, I had been told to suck him off, not just to suck him, and I could see no reason to prolong the act beyond pleasuring Trevor orally and Angus visually. I sucked. It did not take long. I can tell when a cock in my mouth is about to deliver, but I was pleased that Trevor touched my face as a warning to be ready. He had been right to, I was shocked by the force of his ejaculation and by the amount of cum he shot. I took the first two spurts in my mouth, then directed the volley onto my lower face and the upper slopes of my tits, from where it slid to hang like teardrops from my erect nipples. I looked up at Angus, opened my mouth to show him its spunky contents and then swallowed as lasciviously as I could. I cast a glance at the front of his trousers, which sported a large bulge.

What next I thought, should I suck him off too? Or would they now take turns to fuck me? It was neither, Angus handed us both wet-wipes to clean up, thanked Trevor and dismissed him. Angus resumed his seat behind his desk and told me to get dressed.

Angus was making notes as I resumed my seat. He looked up and asked;

"Do you take any regular medication?"

"No."

"Do you take recreational drugs?"

"No."

"Do you have a current passport?"

"Yes."

"Are you available this weekend, for a little trip, travelling on Thursday?"

"Yes."

"We have a house in Southern France, it's owned by the company, but my wife, Amelia, stays there most of the time. Most weekends during the summer we have house parties for friends and colleagues. There is one such this weekend. There will be a photographer there, Steve, one of the best, he will film you having sex. You will not be required to too much in the way of acting, it's really to see if the camera likes you. The film, stills that he will also take, and a promotional blurb, will be circulated around the movers and shakers of our industry. It is they who will decide if you can be used. Angam makes films, but not enough to support a large number of actors, you will need to reach out further.

"Film-making of any kind is complicated and expensive, we need people to finance them, it's possible that money-people will be among the house-guests, you will be required to make yourself available. I know that there will be at least two other 'hopefuls' present. Your on-screen sex-partners will probably be professionals, I don't know who, there is an open invitation to anyone who is in the area.

"There will be no pressure to do things that you find distasteful, just say no and your wishes will be respected. You have seen the sort of thing that we make, decide from that where your limits are."

He handed me a printout of adult movie terms, a glossary of porn.

"This will help you to understand the jargon, and describes some of the more extreme acts. Angam does not do 'nasty', many others do. Any questions?"

My head was spinning, all I could think of was;

"What should I wear?"

He laughed,

"Most of the time, nothing. There is a swimming pool at the house. Weather permitting, the weekends tend to be pool oriented, so swimsuits etcetera, but take something for the evenings, this time of year they can be cool, and they may also decide to eat in a restaurant."

He gave me the address of the villa, then counted out a large number of twenty-pound notes which he handed to me.

"You may need funds," he explained, "Give Trevor you address, I will have the tickets couriered to you tomorrow, you will be travelling 'Eurostar'."

I stood on the pavement outside the building, still dazed by events, clutching my handbag which now contained more than I had been earning in a week. The west-end of London can be a dangerous place if you are carrying cash, And not just from pickpockets and the like. There are shops! As the world gradually stopped rotating, I realised that I was in need of two things; an orgasm, I was still on an unfulfilled sexual high, and some retail therapy.

I turned left along Noel Street and entered a large clothes store via the Great Marlborough Street entrance. First things first, I went straight to the Ladies, locked myself into a cubicle and masturbated to a mental picture of Trevor's lovely cock spraying me with spunk. Then as a thank-you to them, I had a light but expensive lunch in their excellent cafeteria. The me that walked out into the spring sunshine of Oxford Street was a very different me to that of just a week ago.

Many of the large stores had sales. No surprise, it always seems to be sale-time in Oxford Street. This one was to make room for the new autumn range. It was early May! They would soon have their Christmas stock! I must not mock too much though, being slightly smaller than average, I am usually able to pick up bargains in sales. This was no exception, I bought a perfectly stunning halter-neck swimsuit for less than my lunch had cost, and a matching 'Kaftan-Kimono', a sort of flimsy wrap that would keep the Mediterranean sun from my sensitive skin. I decided that I already had everything else that I would need, I went home and tipped out all of my summer clothes so that I could choose. That, and a trial packing run, took the rest of the afternoon and I felt hungry. I went out again and bought a takeaway, which I ate in front of the TV.

I was impatient and excited, I had two days to kill before my great adventure, starting with this evening. I opened a bottle of wine and read and re-read the 'glossary of porn', which made me horny again. I still had my 'homework videos', I ran them again, masturbating until I was sore, and fell asleep on the couch.

The next morning brought no relief to my impatience, and I was horny again. I had no idea when my ticket wold arrive. I cleaned my flat thoroughly, so that I could return to some kind of order, ate some lunch, then decided that I was in dire need of a shower. It was mid-afternoon. I would have to risk a ring on my bell, I would go down just wrapped in a towel, pink and steaming. Perhaps the courier would be dishy, either way I could give him a glimpse of porn-starlet-in-the-making. Sure enough, the bell went. I was out of the shower and dried, but my hair was in a towel. I walked into the hall naked and pressed the intercom button,

"Who is it?"

"It's Trevor, from Angam. I've got your ticket."

"Trevor! I was expecting a courier. I'll buzz you in, top floor."

I pulled on a towelling robe and opened my front door to let him in. He apologised, Angus had decided to ask him to bring the ticket, and then he could take the rest of the afternoon off, was it inconvenient? Not at all, would he like coffee?

We drank our coffee and I quizzed him about his position at Angam. It was just temporary, he had not managed to get a place at the university of his choice last autumn, but they had promised him one this year. He was filling in, earning a bit of money.

"Does Angam pay well?" I asked.

"No," he replied.

"But the perks are good?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you have your cock sucked by all the interviewees?"

"There aren't many, and no, I don't."

"So you get to fuck them instead?"

Did I detect a blush? Even with his dark skin? He nodded,

"A couple," he admitted.

"Would you like to fuck me?"

He nodded. I led him to the bedroom and peeled off my robe, my hair had dried, so I removed the towel. I stepped towards Trevor and unbuttoned his shirt, the rest soon followed and I saw him naked. His cock pointing upwards like a missile ready for launch. I pulled him down on the bed and we began to explore each other's body with fingers, lips and tongues. His cock was a real beauty, I revelled in its exploration. What a marvel of design, hard but not hard, soft but not soft. I moved the smooth sheath of skin back and forth over the pumped up column of flesh inside, causing his tip to reveal and hide with each stroke. I bent down and kissed the tip, then sucked the knob into my mouth.

Trevor groaned as my tongue and lips laved him, I wanted to make him come again, to experience that sudden rush of maleness, but I also wanted to feel him inside me. He decided;

"Let me lick you," he husked, it's your turn."

We were head to tail, I rolled onto my back expecting 'sixty-nine', but he wanted sole agency, to concentrate on my pleasure. I was not going to argue. Much as I like the feel of a cock in my mouth, it is no competition for a tongue in my cunt. He positioned himself between my widespread thighs, kissed my burning bush once, then placed the tip of his tongue on my perineum and drew it slowly up my slit, collecting my juice on the way, and ended at my yearning clitoris. He sucked it hard and I squealed in pleasure, almost coming at a single suck.

I tried to think of England, to postpone my inevitable climax, to prolong the pleasure, but Trevor was good. My best orgasm for weeks erupted outwards from my centre, the one his tongue was strumming, racking my body such that he had to hold me in position while he drank his fill of my free-flowing honey. As I rolled over the summit of my climax, Trevor positioned himself between my thighs for entry. I took his stiff prick in the fingers of both hands and guided it into the juicy maw prepared by his tongue. He entered in one smooth, slow push, taking me almost back to my summit as his flesh displaced mine in that most intimate embrace. He made small movements at first as my body explored his organ, but he could not control his need for completion. He began to thrust. I wrapped arms and legs around him as he pumped harder and faster, I could feel his heavy balls slapping against me, I wanted it to last forever. But he was past the tipping point, with a strangled cry his first powerful spurts blasted me, flooding my depths with his hot, thick cream.

A good fuck. A very good fuck. Borderline great in fact. Why were there not more like him about? He rolled off panting and a little of his generous spend seeped from me to run into my arse-crack. Should I invite him to fuck that hole next? Someone had to be first and I would never be more receptive than now. But he was a big boy, would what I knew would be a painful experience spoil what we had just enjoyed?

The decision was taken from me, Trevor stood up and said that he had to go. I was disappointed, I had hoped for seconds but it was not to be. Trevor dressed, kissed me goodbye and left. I never saw him again.



The Letter Ch. 02



After reading the letter Sue had written to some guy named Kevin, I went down to the basement and began looking through Sue's old things. In the bottom of a trunk I found an album. As I started to open it the following letter fell out.

Dear Sue,

I received your letter and I have to admit I was really shocked. I always thought you were different from other girls. Now I find out you're just another cumslut after all. Well, I guess it runs in your family. Since we're being honest with each other I may as well tell you what has really been going on and maybe you won't feel so bad.

When we first started going out, right after my 18th birthday party our Junior year, I used to get a terrible case of the blue balls. I mean, you would let me feel up your tits and all, but at first you wouldn't even let me touch your pussy much less get me off. After our second date when I walked you home I went in the woods behind your house and began to jerk off. I was really close to cumming, then almost had a heart attack when someone grabbed my shoulder and a soft, sexy voice said, "Here, let me help you with that."

It was your older sister Claire, clearly drunk and sneaking in the back door after a party. She dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbed my cock and put her lips around it sucking me deep into her mouth. She was a real pro and soon had me all the way down her throat. It couldn't have been more than 60 seconds before my balls unloaded and I shot a steady stream of hot cum down her throat. I kept cumming and cumming and she kept swallowing. I had never cum so much in my short life and was completely drained when I finally finished. 

Claire continued to suck on me until I went limp. Then she stood up, looked me in the eye and used her fingers to wipe my cum which had dribbled down her chin. After licking her fingers clean she kissed me on the cheek and staggered into the house. I don't think she had any idea who I was or why I was there.

The next night I dropped you off and waited for your sister to come home. I saw her pull into the driveway with her date and begin kissing and groveling in the front seat. Then Claire's head disappeared below the dash and I had no doubt that she had a cock buried deep into her throat. About three minutes later her date stiffened and threw his head back, obviously filling her mouth with a load of cock cream. Shortly thereafter, Claire sat up wiping her chin and licking her lips. She kissed him goodnight and hopped out of the car. Claire went to get the key to the back door, which I had already removed from under the flowerpot.

"Are you looking for this?" I asked coming out from behind the tree where I was hiding.

She jumped, then squinted as though she were trying to identify me. I reminded her that she had helped me with a little problem I had in the woods the night before and that her sister had left me with a similar problem tonight. She looked at me quizzically, then frowned and said she was really drunk and thought she had dreamed it. Then she smiled, took my hand and began pulling me towards the house.

"So you're my little sister's boyfriend. Well I wouldn't want my little sister getting the reputation that she leaves her men wanting, would I? But first you have to do something for me."

I almost shit when we entered the house and she took me to the den in the basement. I gawked as she unsnapped her jeans and slipped them, along with her panties, over her ass and off her legs, leaving herself naked from the waist down. Then she hopped up on the bar and spread her legs. She told me that if I wanted her to relieve the pressure in my balls I was going to have to eat a little pussy. 

I sat down on the bar stool in front of her and found myself staring at her glistening pink gash sparsely covered with soft curly brown hair. She told me to pretend that her cunt was your mouth and to kiss it as passionately as I would kiss you using my tongue and sucking on it with my mouth. The aroma was intoxicating and I went to work aggressively chewing, licking and sucking her juicy pussy. Claire went crazy bucking against my face and holding my head tightly to her cunt. She moved her fingers to her clit and then stiffened, digging her fingernails into my scalp and gasping for air as she came. Juices poured from her cunt, but I just kept sucking and swallowing.

Claire told me that was the best pussy licking she had ever had and that she was going to reward me by letting me fuck her. By this time my cock was ready to rip through my jeans and I lost no time in shedding them. She told me to sit in the easy chair. She pulled off her top exposing a pair of somewhat oversized but perfectly formed tits with great big brown nipples. 

My head was spinning with excitement from looking at this naked sex goddess and knowing my cock would soon be in her steamy cunt. As she straddled me, her tits dangled in my face. I leaned forward to kiss her nipple. I felt her hand wrap around my cock and the tip being pressed against her slippery gash. As she lowered herself onto me I felt the searing heat of her pussy envelop my sensitive love stick. I was dizzy with pleasure and excited beyond words at the thought of my cock being buried in its first pussy. 

She began to bounce up and down on me, gyrating her hips to maximize the pressure against her cunt. I felt my insides churning and about 30 seconds later every ounce of energy rushed to my balls. I exploded, releasing a powerful blast of cum into your sister's juicy cunt. I kept pumping away, filling her pussy with a huge load of hot cream, which began to ooze out over my balls. 

Claire kept riding my cock even after I was drained. Somehow I stayed hard, regained my composure and began fucking her back. Her pussy was making loud slurping sounds with an occasional pussy fart from the gooey mess inside her. I grabbed her slimy ass to help guide her bouncing motions and leaned forward to suck on her nipples. Your sister was getting close to another orgasm as she rode me hard, slamming down on my cock repeatedly and moaning with pleasure. 

Claire's forearm bumped against my chin causing me to bite down on her nipple, which in turn caused her to begin her orgasm. Her head thrashed about as she grunted and groaned with pleasure while digging her fingers into my shoulders. Watching her cum as she rode my love stick was a real turn-on and suddenly I felt my balls tighten followed by my cock blasting its second load into your sister's gushing cunt. We were both out of control, desperately clawing at each other and grinding our bodies together, consumed in a lengthy mutual orgasm. 

We finished, drained and exhausted. She collapsed against me breathing hard as my cock slowly deflated inside her cum filled cunt which occasionally twitched with post orgasmic spasms. The juices of our passion began to ooze from her gash and dripped from my balls onto the leather seat of the chair. When she raised up my semi-limp cock fell from her fuck hole followed by a flood of warm, sticky sex goo. I ended up sitting in a puddle of cum and cunt juice that slowly soaked into chair. I'll never forget how mad your mother was about the stain in her new chair and how she grilled everyone about how it got there.

In two nights your sister had given me my first blowjob, my first taste of pussy and my first fuck. Our post date rendezvous became a regular thing. Even after you started giving me hand jobs, then blow jobs, I would wait for your sister in the back and we would fuck and suck each other up against a tree or sneak into the downstairs den and give our favorite leather chair a workout. 

At first I often found myself getting sloppy seconds from your sister whose cunt had been recently filled with cum by her date. When I refused to eat her freshly fucked pussy she started making her dates wear a rubber so she wouldn't miss out on that pleasure which, as you discovered, I learned to perform expertly. When you and I started fucking she could taste your pussy on my cock, but she didn't seem to mind. 

When you would invite me over Claire would often try to pull me aside for a blowjob or a quickie. I remember one time we were watching a video when she sucked my cock in the pantry, came back into the family room with cum drooling down her chin, then wiped it off in front of everyone and licked her finger clean pretending it was mayonnaise. But I think your sister enjoyed it most when I would fuck her somewhere in the house and then she would join us on the couch with a cunt full of my cock cream leaking into her panties.

I thought it was all over for me and Claire, and you too for that matter, the night your mother came down to the den while I was munching on your sister's cunt in the leather chair. She sent Claire to her room then began grilling me about what I had done with Claire and with you. She ordered me to take down my pants so she could inspect my cock to make sure nothing was wrong with it since I had been fucking both of her daughters. 

She wrapped her hand around it, pressing her thumb and fingers against the head as she inspected it closely. I couldn't help but get hard from the stimulation. Your mother said that the only way she could really tell if it was okay was to put it in her mouth, which she did. Then she had me down her throat and was rubbing my balls and scrotum. She did something with her throat to rub my cock and increase pressure on it. I lost it and grunted out loud exploding in a powerful blast of cum. She just kept swallowing as cum pumped out of my cock, then finally squeezed out the last drop and licked it off with her tongue.

I apologized for cumming in her mouth but she said that was just part of the examination. Then she peeled the skintight jeans from her petite little body and I stood gawking at her tight, shapely ass. She turned around and I found myself staring at her protruding pussy mound covered by a fluffy brown bush with a dark gash underneath. She sat down on the chair and spread her legs wide exposing the pink lips of her cunt and her erect little clit suspended above her opening. 

She told me to do to her what I was doing to Claire as the next part of her examination. I got on my knees, buried my face in her love nest and began kissing, licking, tongue fucking and sucking on your mother's smelly cunt. She started talking really dirty telling me to do all kinds of nasty things to her and soon I was sucking on her clit and shoving three fingers up her cunt. Your mother has a really sloppy pussy and soon my face was splattered with cunt juice. 

When she asked me to shove a finger up her ass, which I eagerly did, she started cumming in buckets. Juices were dripping from my chin and running down my neck as I continued sucking her pussy until her orgasm finished. She pulled me up to her face and began kissing me passionately, using her tongue to get a full taste of her own juices. Then she ordered me to fuck her as I had fucked her daughters as the last part of my examination.

My cock was already rock hard and slipped easily into her juicy cunt. She pulled her legs all the way back so her knees were over her shoulders and her ass was well up off the chair. I began hammering her hard, repeatedly driving deep into her fuck hole each time I slammed into her. Your mother grabbed my ass and started yelling obscenities at me. She flipped over and I fucked her dog style, slamming her head into the back of the chair on each thrust. 

I looked down and could see my glistening cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass as I fucked her hot cunt. Your mother was moaning uncontrollably and I could feel her sticky cunt juices dripping from my balls. I pressed my thumb against her crinkly brown asshole until it was buried to the knuckle. She went off in another orgasmic frenzy gasping for air and clawing at the chair. 

Watching your mother so out of control from the pure stimulation of my cock was more than I could take. I felt all the blood rush to my groin, my balls shrink up and a stream of cum begin to flood her cunt. I was out of breath and slumped over her back when I finally finished. Your mother slid to the floor between my legs, turned around and took my gooey, dripping semi-limp cock into her mouth and cleaned it and my balls with her lips and tongue. Then she announced that I had passed the examination and could fuck either of her daughters whenever I wanted as long as I took care of her special needs from time to time.

The next day Claire asked me what happened and I just said I thought your mother wasn't too upset or anything, she just wanted to lecture me a little. Claire said that was what she was hoping because the same thing happened when your mother caught her and Larry fucking in the bedroom one afternoon. Claire said your mother just took him to her room for a little talking to, but never said anything to Claire.

I figured Larry was fucking your mother too. My suspicions were confirmed when she invited me over one afternoon when you and Claire were at the movies. She told me to go up to her room to wait for her. I was shocked to find Larry sitting on the side of the bed. We kinda stared at each other nervously when your mother walked in and said she thought it was time we got to know each other better since the two of us were fucking her daughters.

She turned on a tape of the theme to "The Stripper" and began a slow sexy dance in her tight jeans and red knit halter-top. She was lost in the music, closing her eyes and licking her lips while squeezing her tits and rubbing her pussy. She turned her back to us and bent over, running her hand across her crotch and gyrating against her fingers. Then she crawled up on the bed and straddled each of us while grinding her crotch against our rock hard cocks and rubbing her tits against us. 

She bent over and pressed her ass to my face and I could smell the strong aroma of her pussy through her jeans. Her mouth traced the outline of my cock through my shorts. The she did the same to Larry. Finally, she lay on her back in front of us and put one hand under her halter-top and the other in her jeans and masturbated herself to an orgasm in rhythm with the music.

Your mother was a real artist and had both of us mesmerized and ready to cum in our pants. After licking her fingers clean, she stood and began a slow strip tease. First off was the halter-top but not until she built up the suspense with a few peeks and glimpses at her well formed melons (your mother has great tits!) She stroked them and pinched her nipples and dangled them in our face before she moved to her jeans. 

At first she just unbuttoned them and danced around swaying her hips and jiggling her tits. Then very slowly she peeled them down over her ass letting us see her two perfectly rounded spheres with a frilly red G-string wedged in the crack. She continued working her jeans down her legs while swaying her ass with the music. She stepped out with one foot and spread her legs wide looking at us between them as she spread her ass cheeks. She turned around, crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees shaking her tits and licking her lips as she stared straight at us. 

"Take off your shorts, but don't touch your cocks yet," she ordered.

She dangled her tits over my fully erect manhood (and then Larry's), slapping them against me as she swayed to the music and then rubbing her nipples against the sensitive tip that was leaking precum in rather copious quantities. Then she fell back down on the bed and put on a masturbation show that had my head spinning. She pulled the G-string up into the lips of her pussy and used the material to rub against her sensitive clit. 

Your mother started cumming and completely soaked the tiny little silk red material barely covering her cunt. She rolled over with her back to us, tilted her ass up in the air and repeated the performance only this time she used one hand to push a finger into her ass and the other to push the red silk up her cunt. She had another powerful orgasm and collapsed on the bed.

The music had long since stopped playing. Larry and I sat there frozen, afraid to do anything that might break the spell, but we both desperately needed release. I wrapped my fingers lightly around my cock and began to slowly stroke it. Your mother sat up and scolded me for violating her instructions. Then she walked on her knees over to Larry and started kissing him passionately and teasing him by rubbing his cock along the crack of her ass. Then she did the same thing to me, but she pushed me down on the bed, spun around, straddled my head and lowered her ass onto my face. 

She told me Larry was going to get rewarded for being a good boy while I was eating some pussy. She had Larry stand in front of her and administered to him orally while I had a face full of a soaked G-string covering a hot juicy cunt. I pulled the G-string to the side a quickly found the luscious folds of her steamy fuck hole with my tongue. It wasn't long before I heard Larry grunt and fill your mother with what must have been a belly full of cum. I just continued sucking on her until her juices were once again flowing steadily. She moved her pussy up over my nose and forehead, then back down across my chin, and soon my whole face was covered with cunt juice. When she was getting close to another orgasm, your mother bent forward and took my cock into her mouth. 

She told Larry to replace my tongue with his cock. I wasn't all that wild about having his cock near my face, but I have to admit it was a real turn-on to see a close-up of it slide into her cunt. In fact, it was such a turn-on that I couldn't stop the huge eruption that was boiling in my balls. I thought I was going to blast her head off from the force of it. Rather than swallow it, your mother held my cock right in front of her face and let it drench her like a fire hose.

Your mother had another orgasm. Juices were dripping from her cunt onto my face. I knew Larry wouldn't be far behind and he began slamming her hard, taking most of his eight inches all the way out on each thrust. I could actually see his cock swell and the blue veins bulging with blood just before he blasted a load of cum into her cunt. Your mother was screaming out of control and Larry was grunting loudly as he pumped his cock cream into her. 

I decided it was time for a quick exit before I got a face full of cum, so I squirmed out from under your mother and watched them finish while standing at the end of the bed. Your mother was a real sight, screaming in ecstasy with her eyes closed, head thrown back and cum splattered all over her hair, eyebrows, nose, cheeks, lips and dripping in strands from her chin. I could feel myself already getting hard again so I moved my cock to your mother's cum drenched face and she eagerly took me in her mouth just as Larry pulled out of her. 

When I was good and hard she looked up at me and told me I was going to fuck her in the ass. She flipped over on her back, removed the G-string and used it to wipe cum from her face, although it was so wet it really only smeared it around. Then she put it in her mouth and sucked on it making sounds like a gourmet chef tasting his finest dish.

Of course I'd never fucked anyone in the ass before so I wasn't quite sure how to go about it, but your mother was obviously experienced and guided me through the motions. First she pulled her knees to her chest then spread her ass cheeks exposing both her cum drenched cunt and little nut-brown asshole. She told me to dip my cock in her pussy for lubrication, and then she placed the tip at the opening of her anus and told me to press firmly. After the tip of my cock was inside her, she told me to rock back and forth until I was full embedded in her ass. Then I just began fucking her like her ass was a cunt. 




The Letter Ch. 02



I twirled the letter in my hands feeling the smooth white paper running through my fingertips. So this was it, Robert's reply. I should rip it open quickly and see what he had to say for himself, after all, I'd waited long enough. Three months to be precise.

"Ok, here goes nothing. How bad can it be?"

I took a deep breath as I slid my fingers along the seal splitting the envelope open.

"Right then Robert my darling, what's your secret..."

The meltdown which had prompted the delivery of my own letter and ill thought out video had altered the course of my marriage but thankfully the changes were all for the better. Although the way I'd addressed my marital problems had been reckless, my letter had forced Robert and I to confront our growing issues. As a result our marriage was now firmly back on track, the spark between us had been rekindled and the excitement was back in our lives and lovemaking. 

Rob had treated me to a night to remember when he'd read how unhappy I was with our marriage, the sex in particular, and the pee play he'd initiated after watching my video had now been incorporated into our re-invigorated sexual activities. Robert had embraced my fetish with true enthusiasm and although I knew his love of pee play was not as strong as mine, he continually proved himself willing to experiment in an effort to please me and turn me on. I loved Rob for that. How lucky I was to have him and how fortunate I'd been that he'd accepted the harsh criticism I'd dished out and actively sought to improve our situation. I shudder to think how events could have played out; I'd effectively told Rob that he was inadequate in bed and few husbands would have reacted so proactively to that news. Rob was one in a million and I'd never risk alienating him again. 

Rob and I had opened up to each other that night, talking until the early hours of the morning. He had disclosed the full extent of his fears about redundancy whilst I poured my heart out over the frustration I felt at not finding full-time work. I also let rip about my increasing hatred of finding myself chained to the kitchen sink and ranted at Rob about how much I resented being his 'domestic help'. 

Rob listened sympathetically before taking my hand in his and pointing out a few home truths. I wasn't blameless for the situation I'd found myself in. It was me who'd insisted on taking over the household chores when I'd accepted a part-time job, and yes, he'd actively dissuaded me from doing so, initially anyway. Rob told me that he understood why I'd felt the need to do more at home; it was to compensate for my lack of income. However, he hadn't asked me to do it and it was wrong of me to blame him. He was right about that. It wasn't Rob's fault that he and a good career and I didn't and the guilt which had driven me to become a 'housewife' was not a result of anything he'd done.

Anyway, that was in the past and things were different now. I was different. I stopped worrying about my career and began enjoying my free time instead. Rob took back some of the household chores, freeing up even more time and whilst he still insisted on going to the pub after work, a previous bug-bear of mine, he made sure that I knew I was invited to join him. I very often did. I began to socialise with his friends and our lives gravitated back together. 

More good news solidified our relationship even further. Rob's firm managed to turn a profit and the remaining staff were assured that their jobs were safe. No more redundancies. With his job secure Rob and I had financial stability, a fact which made both our lives a whole lot easier. Rob was happy and with that contentment came an increased desire for intimacy with me and improved stamina when providing it! I wasn't complaining. I suddenly found myself in an honest and loving relationship with a sex life to die for!

Robert was willing to devote whole evenings to pleasuring me and I loved it! The previous evening had been an excellent example; Rob had arrived home from work armed with wine, takeaway and the most enormous erection! 

"There's something I want to try sweetheart," he'd said the moment he walked through the door. "I've been thinking about it all day!"

Not five minutes later we were both stripped naked and positioned in our bathtub, Rob close up behind me whilst I bent double, my ass in the air, my hands grasping the bath taps for purchase. Rob's rock solid penis pressed against my labia, titillating me and stirring my juices. His fingers reached between my legs gently parting my flaps to allow penetration. I let out a sigh as Rob slid the full length of his cock smoothly inside my slick vagina and began thrusting. 

I locked my arms and pushed backwards as Rob fucked me with long, slow strokes. His ample cock filled me whilst his hands groped my breasts, fondling my erect nipples and amplifying the blissful sensations running through torso and down to my loins. My mind whirled; I had a good idea of what Rob had in mind for me once he'd ejaculated and the thought of that had me hotter that hell! My cunt swelled and the tingling of an approaching orgasm built within me.

Rob thrust harder, increasing his pace. His balls slapped against my bottom and my cunt made soft squelching sounds as my juices flowed. Rob thrust hard, grunting out his climax. He deposited his load deep inside my wet hole. I waited, allowing him to compose himself. If I was right about what he had planned he'd do it soon...

"I'm going to let my piss go inside you Jess," Rob murmured into my ear as he stood behind me breathing hard. "You'll like that, won't you?"

I was right, yes! Like it? Love it more like! My cunt contracted at the very thought of receiving Rob's piss inside me. My muscles clamped down on Rob's cock making him moan with pleasure. Rob's slowly deflating penis remained firmly imbedded inside my tunnel and I could feel it pulsating as he readied himself to release the contents of his bladder. Anytime now...

Rob let out a loud groan as he finally relaxed enough to piss. He shot a jet of strong, hot urine straight into my longing cunt. A warm sensation filled me with unimaginably satisfying pressure and his stream hit my cervix, pummelling it. My knees shook, buckling beneath me as my cunt muscled twitched then erupted into spasms. I came, hard. 

Rob's piss kept flowing, his urine bursting out of me in a pungent yellow fountain which sprang from around his cock and spewed out into the bath. It splashed over my legs and feet before splattering the metal tub in a drumming torrent. 

I threw back my head and let out a deep moan. I loved pee play, always had and always would and now that Rob had embraced my fetish sex for me was magnificent. 

Enough about my fetish...I looked nervously down at the letter. It was a single sheet of white paper, hand written and very brief. I shook the envelope but nothing additional fell out. No memory stick, no accompanying video. I exhaled apprehensively and smoothed out the paper.

"My Dearest Jess,

I promised you a reply to your letter, and here it is. If you want to know what my fetish is you'll have to go up to our bedroom and look in my sock drawer. At the back is a blue plastic bag which contains some items I'm rather fond of. I'll leave you to work out what I do with them and how you'd like to use them with me if you're not too freaked out by it all! If you don't like what you find, Jess, throw the letter away and I'll never mention it again. My life with you is perfect the way it is and I don't want anything to get in the way, especially not a silly fantasy. That said I'm hoping you are as adventurous as I think you are and that you'll allow your imagination to run wild!

Loving you always, Rob x

Ok, that wasn't so bad. He had something hidden in the back of his sock drawer did he? What? A dildo? A butt plug? Something battery operated perhaps? Maybe it was a stash of secretly filmed videos of us making love? Yes, that could be it? The possibilities were endless.

My curiosity burned fiercely sending me flying up the stairs. I soon had Rob's sock draw up ended on the bed. There was the mysterious blue plastic bag. I picked it up. The bag was small and the contents were squishy. Not a dildo then. Shame! I liked the idea of using a dildo on Rob's ass or maybe a double ended strap-on. Oh fuck yes, definitely that! The more I thought about it, the more that idea appealed. I'd suggest it one day, see how he reacted.

I opened up the bag and tipped it upside-down. My eyes widened as the contents fell out. The bag contained six items, none of which I had expected to find. Nylons. Four thin black stockings, one pair of quite sturdy black tights and one of my own lacy black thongs. I'd been looking for that thong; it was one of my favourites. It had gone missing from the laundry about two weeks ago...Oh hang on...ugh! Yes, it was still in need of washing. My distinctive scent clung to the fabric of the crotch. 

"Rob, you dirty bastard!" I muttered as I held the thong aloft. 

A smile crept across my face. I picked up the stockings, fingering the thin material. They were new and unused. The tights weren't. The crotch was stained and had obviously seen some action. I held the tights up to the light, examining them. I didn't recognise them. They weren't mine and that worried me. Rob obviously liked my used underwear but whose were these? Panic swept through me as a suspicion grew that Rob was being intimate with someone else. I couldn't take that. I didn't want to share Robert. I'd try most things but sharing, threesomes and gang-bangs were not turn-ons to me. My relationship with my husband had to be exclusive and if it wasn't I would have to reconsider my position as his wife. 

I took a closer look at the tights and sniffed the crotch. A strong musky male odour assaulted my nostrils. Wait a minute...extra-large tights, very restricting around the crotch, used...and yep, if I wasn't mistaken that was Robert's scent.

"Oh my goodness! He wears them! He wanks in tights! Holy Shit!"

An image popped into my head of Robert, my beefy six foot two husband, lying on our bed frantically rubbing out an orgasm whilst wearing nothing but sweaty nylon tights! The image was so ridiculous that I doubled over with laughter, I couldn't help it. Not the response Rob would be looking for, I'm sure! Oh fuck, poor Rob! How the hell was I going to be able to participate in this fetish of his without dying of laughter?!

I calmed down and picked up the stockings again. Unused. Why? Ah...maybe. Rob's letter had asked me to let my imagination fly so what if these were props? What if he'd added them to the bag to see what I'd do with them? Hmm, should I wear them? No, far better if I used them to tie him to the bed. Why else would there be four stockings? I tittered as I realised that my cunt was pulsating. I was being aroused by the thought of tying Rob down to the bed with nylons and doing as I pleased with him. I liked the idea, I liked it a lot. I'd tied Rob to the bedpost before but never using stockings. I'd always utilised soft scarves and the knots had never been particularly tight. Not this time! 

Dear Robert was in for the surprise of his life; he was about to be tied up and thoroughly dominated. Was that what he wanted? Was that why he hadn't left instructions with the nylons, because it would ruin the effect? That would make sense. Robert generally took the dominant role during sex, preferring to be on top and issuing instructions to me rather than the other way around. I didn't mind. Submission turned me on. A night of complete domination, however, also carried a distinct attraction. 

I soft scuffle from the doorway startled me interrupting my thoughts. I spun around to find Rob leaning on the bedroom wall, watching me. His blue eyes locked with mine, his expression was pensive, anxious.

"Well?" he asked nervously. "Are you repulsed?"

I was about to rush over and throw my arms around him to reassure him that everything was fine when an idea struck me. I stood up slowly, the nylons in my hands and a stern look on my face. I glared at him without speaking.

Rob's jaw dropped and his face blanched.

"Strip!" I ordered, doing my best to keep a straight face and sound menacing.

I wasn't very convincing and the corners of Rob's mouth turned up immediately. 

"No!" I barked. "I didn't say 'stand there and smirk' you fuckwit! I said strip! Now!"

With an excited twinkle in his eye my gorgeous handsome husband pulled off his tie and began undoing buttons. As his shirt came off my eyes travelled down his muscular torso towards his trousers which bulged with the tell-tale signs of an advanced erection. 

"Jess, I..."

"Quiet!" I screeched.

This was fun! I was really getting into the part. Perhaps I should fetch my old riding crop and whip him? No, too much...stop it!

Rob's eyes widened as if he'd read my thoughts and he continued to peel off his clothing in silence. He unzipped his trousers releasing the swollen cock they had been keeping contained. Lovely! I stared at his manhood as he removed the remnants of his clothing then eagerly reached forwards taking it firmly in my hands. I began to stroke it, running both hands slowly along the hot shaft, teasing the swollen head and easing the foreskin back. 

Rob groaned but remained mute. Good. He did want to be dominated. This was exciting! I thrust the tights towards Rob's face.

"Put them on you filthy beast! Now. Put on those stinking spunk soaked tights then lie down on your back."

Rob's cheeks flushed with a little embarrassment as he took the tights from me but he did as he was told and slid then deftly over his feet and up his long powerful legs.

"Hmm, they've been on a few times before," I thought to myself as he expertly hitched them up, carefully avoiding laddering them. I watched him adjust the crotch so that it fitted snugly against his tender manhood. The waist band and crotch were re-enforced so Rob's cock became tightly encased within the fabric.

"Now lie down, on your back, like I said."

Rob obeyed lying spread-eagled on the bed. He raised his arms above his head anticipating my next move; being tied up. So it was what he wanted. That was good. I took his arms first, tying each to a bed post with a stocking. I knotted them tightly. I then proceeded to secure his legs. I soon had Rob splayed out on the bed, immobile and at my mercy. My cunt throbbed as I stood up on the bed, positioning myself over my prostrate husband's body. I slowly began stripping, taking my time, drawing out my strip-tease and smiling as I watched the effect it was having on Rob. As I removed each item of clothing I discarded it dramatically across the room with wild abandon. Rob loved it. His pupils dilated and his trussed up cock twitched beneath its mesh prison.

When I reached my panties I paused. Rob eyed them longingly. I slowly slid the panties down over my thighs and wriggled out of them, shaking my bottom at Rob as I freed myself from the tight elastic. The panties' crotch was damp, moistened by my already flowing juices but I rubbed them across my sensitive pussy to ensure a good soaking and a strong scent for Robert. Rob shuddered on the bed and tensed his muscles against his restraints. 

Feeling incredibly sexy I crouched down over Rob's face lowering my snatch towards his nose, taunting him.

"You want some of this?" I teased.

"Yes."

"Yes what?" 

"Yes please!"

"Better. But you can't have it. Not yet."

I moved away watching Rob groan. I smiled sadistically at his discomfort then suddenly threw the warm, wet panties right over his face. Rob let out a yelp and drew in a long breath. 

"Oh fuck you smell so good," he murmured from beneath the fabric.

"Shut the fuck up!" I ordered, getting back into my role but desperate to giggle!

I could see the edges of Rob's broad grin beneath my panties and it was making me laugh. I soon stopped that. His smirk mutated into a look of shocked pain as I pounced onto his body and began sucking his swollen manhood through the stretch nylon tights. I licked him fiercely, generating plenty of saliva and working it into the silky fabric. To wet him even more I rubbed my now saturated pussy along Rob's penis, coating it with my slimy juices. 

Rob began to groan and writhe, his orgasm brewing. He was close to coming. I returned to licking and slurping, eating my own girl cum and using my tongue to stroke him. I tasted pre-cum at the tip of his cock and sucked it into my mouth, swallowing it back. My hands massaged Rob's nylon clad thighs and fondled his weighty balls through the increasingly hot and sticky material. He couldn't last much longer, there was no way...

Suddenly Rob began to buck, his whole body shuddering as his balls contracted. I watched, fascinated, as his cock exploded inside the constricting nylon tights. Sticky white cum oozed out through the fine mesh creating patterns all around Rob's crotch. Rob let out an almost primeval cry of pleasure and twisted his arms in their nylon manacles. It was the most bizarre sight I ever seen in my bedroom yet one I found surprisingly erotic. 

Feeling my own loins burning I pulled the panties from Rob's face and thrust my snatch down onto his waiting lips. I gasped as his tongue probed inside me, licking my hungry hole. Trussed up, bound and at my beckoning Rob worked my cunt, licking it, sucking my swollen clit and fucking me with his long tongue. The familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm set me alight and sent my pulse racing.

"Oh fuck I'm close!" I screamed no longer in control.

One more touch from Rob's wet tongue was all it took for my super sensitive clitoris to trigger a reaction which set my body on fire. I began to convulse as I came. Collapsing onto the bed next to Rob I writhed uncontrollably as my spasms shook me wave after wave. My fingers clamped down tightly over my aching cunt and my breathing came in rasping gasps as my orgasm continued to rock me. 

I lay still when it subsided, unable to move. When I looked over at Rob he was smiling; the biggest, whitest, cheekiest smile which lit up his entire face.

"Am I to understand that you quite like my little fetish then?" He grinned audaciously.

I nodded. "It looks that way!" 

The sweat poured off my body and my legs still trembled from the sheer force of my orgasm. I hauled myself on top of Rob and kissed him tenderly on the mouth.

"I love you," I whispered.

"Even in tights?"

"You look good in tights!"

"So, what would you say to letting me wear that little black silk camisole top of yours next time, huh? You know the one you won't wear because it's too big on you. It would fit me."

"Hmm," I responded thoughtfully, "only if I can buy a strap on and fuck your ass whilst you're wearing it!"

Rob raised an eyebrow and gave me an enquiring look, unsure if I meant it or not. 

I smiled. "Just you wait!"



The Letter Ch. 02



My train pulled smoothly out of St Pancras dead on time. I had bought a big, fat paperback at the station, for the journey. But I did not even open it. It was a glorious day and I was intrigued by the scenery speeding silently past my window. The change of trains, at Lille, went without a hitch. The long journey seemed to pass in no time and suddenly I was standing on the platform, suitcase in hand, ready for my adventure. There were a few other debarkees, they all seemed to be in a hurry and knew where they were going, so I hung back to let them go. When I emerged from the station there was just the one taxi. I only needed one, it was not so much the taxi as the driver that concerned me. He was leaning against the side of a white Citroën smoking a cigarette. He was dark skinned, Algerian perhaps. He turned to me and smiled, more of a leer really, revealing an uneven row of yellow teeth, he looked to me like a pirate. I showed him the address that Angus had written down for me, the pirate's leer seemed to intensify. I discovered much later that what went on at Villa Cigale was no secret, the pirate knew that I was going there for a good fucking. But he was perfectly polite. He told me what the trip would cost and waited for my agreement before taking my suitcase and placing it in the boot, then held the door for me as I climbed in. He attempted conversation to begin with, but very soon my limited French ran out and so did the conversation. We headed east out of town, along the coast. After a few kilometres, we turned right and up a wooded hill, stopping at a high metal gate set back from the road. The driver rolled down the window and pressed an illuminated red button on the gatepost. After a few seconds a female voice said;

"Oui?"

The word was delivered like a whiplash, it sounded more like;

'Whe?'

"Taxi Madame," replied the driver.

The voice asked, in English, for the name of his passenger. I leaned forward and spoke my name clearly. There was a buzz, the light in the button turned to green and the gates began to roll open.

The hostess was waiting at the door when we drew up outside the house. The driver smartly jumped out and opened the door for me.

"I'm Amelia," said the hostess.

We shook hands and air-kissed on both cheeks. The driver had recovered my luggage, I paid the fare and thanked him. We entered the house as he drove away.

Inside the house, Amelia asked if I had had a good trip, did I need the bathroom, was I tired, would I like a cup of tea? Yes, the trip was fine, no I did not need the loo, no I was not tired and yes, I could murder a cup of tea. Tea was the last thing I expected here in darkest France. Amelia told me to leave my luggage in the hall, and led me into a huge sitting room, one side of which was all glass, through which could be seen a large patio with illuminated swimming pool, the lights of the town twinkled away to the right. There were five people in the room, they all stood to be introduced, more handshakes and air-kisses. I was ushered to a seat, Amelia left to make the tea while we made small-talk.

The five comprised two stunningly beautiful young women, two equally beautiful, to my eyes, young men and an older slightly scruffy man, in his forties I guessed, with greying hair tied back in a ponytail. Amelia returned with the tea, Ponytail accepted the offer, but the others declined, stood and said goodnight. I had not realised it, but it was about ten-thirty.

Ponytail said something in French that I did not catch. The others laughed, but one of the girls pulled out her tongue at him in a most lewd way. When they others had gone, Amelia explained that they were couples, actors. I would be seeing more of them tomorrow. Ponytail quipped that they had gone to rehearse.

"Steve, (Ponytail,) is our artist, our photographer," explained Amelia, "he lists his interests as food, photography and fucking."

"Not necessarily in that order, " added Steve.

"He can usually be found with his camera, a knife and fork, or his cock in his hand," countered Amelia.

Small-talk filled the time that it took to drink the tea, then Steve too, announced that he was 'turning in'. When he was gone, Amelia explained that there were four bedrooms in the villa, all in use, so would I mind bunking in with her? That was alright with me. Amelia led the way. The room had one large double bed. Amelia used the bathroom while I unpacked, then it was my turn. I had brought a shorty nightie. Normally I like to sleep in the nude, but not knowing the etiquette here, I put the nightie on and went back into the bedroom. Amelia was in bed, sitting up. A sheet covered her lower half, otherwise she was naked. She had large, firm breasts with big dark nipples. She flicked back the sheet and said;

"We can just sleep if you are tired from the journey."

So, the next part of my interview was to be Sapphic.

I peeled off the nightie and joined Amelia on the bed, laying alongside her, not sure whether to take the lead. Amelia leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, a gentle, testing kiss. Then she moved further down and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking it and swirling her tongue around it before moving on to repeat the procedure with its twin. Little pleasure shocks ran through me, it was a long time since I had had sex with a woman.

Amelia then lay back and slid down the bed, raising her eyebrows in questioning invitation. I moved above her and kissed her on the mouth, pushing my tongue inside to mesh with hers and at the same time caressing one fine breast. I felt the nipple swell to my touch. I bent down, took the stiff teat into my mouth and suckled it. Amelia groaned in pleasure. I repeated the treatment on the other tit, then kissed my way down her body to her centre. She opened her legs wide as my mouth approached, her hairless outer lips parted to reveal the moist, dark pink treasures inside.

I kissed her mound and used my fingers to further spread her sex. It was a long time since I had had sex with a woman. I had forgotten what aroused cunt smelled like. Amelia's scent was stronger than that of my only other female conquest, and was blended with a subtle, no doubt expensive, perfume. I opened my mouth wide and enclosed her entire gape. I may have forgotten the smell of cunt, but not the taste. I tasted my own quite frequently, on the lips, fingers or penis of my male lovers, and when I was feeling very horny, on my own fingers after masturbation. It's a taste that I like. I feasted on the succulent flesh of this beautiful woman, drinking down her juice and feeling my own flow in response. She climaxed suddenly, without warning and without a sound. I could feel the spasms racking her body.

I sat up from her, licking my lips and wiping my wet face with the back of my hand.

"Nice." She sighed. "Do you want some?"

Did I?

I rolled onto my back and held out my arms. Amelia lay on top of me, her firm but soft body moulding itself to mine, her mouth seeking mine in a searching kiss. I wanted the kiss to last forever, but there were other parts of me equally in need of her mouth. She slowly worked her way down my body, kissing and licking anything she found kissable. She teased my nipples with lips, tongue and teeth until I was squealing with pleasure. Then she was at the prime target. She rubbed her nose in the sparse red hair of my pubic bush, then suddenly dived beneath it to capture my sex lips between her mouth lips.

She repeated everything that I had done to her cunt with my tongue and lips, taking me to the very brink of orgasm and keeping me balanced there, then her tongue dipped lower to lave my perineum before pushing past the puckered valve of my anus and into my rectum. How I squirmed. I have had my arse rimmed before, and it's good, but such treatment usually heralded a demand that something much bigger and harder should be allowed to follow.

This meant that the experience was spoiled, because I had always failed when a cock had tried to enter me in that way, but Amelia did not have a cock, I could enjoy her tongue without worrying about what came next. She moved her lips back to the other hole before finally sucking my clitoris into her mouth and strumming it with her tongue. I teetered on the edge of the plateau to begin the long exquisite slide through orgasm. As I did so, something cold and hard pressed against my now slack, wet anus, and popped inside before the valve could close to deny entry. I toppled into one of my most powerful orgasms ever.

When the stars cleared from my eyes, Amelia was smiling down at me.

"Good?" She said. No answer was needed.

"What did you use on me?" I asked.

She held up a shiny metal object about four inches long and half an inch in diameter, halfway along it was a flange about two inches in diameter. A double ended anal dildo, the flange was to prevent it disappearing up the hole it was pleasuring, the unsheathed end was a handle.

"Angus thought that there might be a problem in that area," explained Amelia, raising her eyebrows again, turning the statement into a question.

It was time to come clean. I explained my 'problem in that area' adding that I was willing to try, but my body seemed un-cooperative.

Amelia showed her hard-edged side for the first time;

"Try," she almost snarled, "does not cut it. If you can't or won't do anal, you might as well get the first train back tomorrow. Angus thought that you showed potential, and I am inclined to agree, but the people who fund our activities expect to see arse fucking."

She then switched back to a gentler mode;

"You can do it, anybody can. We can work on your fears, overcome them. You might get to like it. There are women in this business who specialise in taking two at a time in that hole, and another in the front for value."

"I place myself in your hands." I replied.

I really did want to overcome my block, it was now or never.

"Steve is probably the best choice for the first time," suggested Amelia, "he is gentle and patient. He is also, how can I say this? - More at home behind the camera that in front of it."

She raised her eyebrows. I nodded. She picked up the bedside 'phone and pressed a key. After a few seconds she said;

"Would you like to join us?" And replaced the 'phone.

Almost immediately there was a tap on the door and Steve walked in. He was bollock naked. He was slightly built and very hairy. His cock was half-hard. He knelt on the bed alongside me, his cock inches from my face. Amelia had been right, it was certainly not porno material. Although not fully erect, I could see that he had not been first in line when they were handed out, a reasonable length, but quite thin. The perfect tool for what Amelia had planned.

Steve pushed his offering towards me, saying;

"Lady, I pledge thee my sword."

His sword was just at the right height. I leaned forward and sucked it into my mouth and enjoyed the feeling as it swelled to fill the space. After a few minutes in my mouth, it felt as hard as my vibrator. Small it may be, but it was extremely hard. I released him and said;

"Let's do it."

I moved onto all-fours, on my elbows, presenting my posterior. I felt Steve move behind me. I expected them to lube me up and get on with it, but instead, Steve pushed his tongue into my cunt and drew it upwards, across my perineum and then push into my bum-hole. I shuddered in anticipation, this time the tongue would be replaced by a larger offering. He used plenty of gel, working it into the hole, then I felt the blunt tip of his cock press against the tight pucker.

"Relax," Amelia advised.

I relaxed, Steve pushed forward and his tip popped inside. I gave a little yell, more of surprise than pain, it had been so easy. Steve held still with just his knob inside me, as I tried to adjust to the intrusion. He asked if I was okay, I nodded, he pushed again. Very slowly his organ slipped into me. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. I could feel his hips against my buttocks, he was all the way in. Steve withdrew slightly, then pushed back again, very gently. He repeated this move until he was pumping steadily into my tightly stretched arse. I had done it, I was being buggered and it didn't hurt!

Steve fucked into my arse for several minutes, changing speed and angle of approach, varying his thrusts from long and slow to short and fast, breaking me in. The effectiveness of the lubricant began to reduce, the smoothness became dry. Steve sensed my discomfort and withdrew his cock.

"Turn over," he ordered, "onto your back."

I did as bid. Steve raised my legs, holding the back of my knees, until I was stretched wide open again. Amelia applied more gel to my hole and then guided Steve's cock back inside me, this time entering without resistance from my newly tamed sphincter. Again he fucked until the lube dried, again he withdrew. They rolled me onto my side, applied yet more lube and Steve easily entered me again. Amelia told me to open my legs wide, saying;

"Imagine a camera taking a close-up of him fucking you, you need to allow the camera unobstructed view."

Not only was I being anally de-flowered, I was receiving direction in how to please the camera. I was positioned on my other side for a 'different angle', then told to impale myself on Steve's prong as he lay on his back with Amelia holding him upright, first facing his feet, then turned round to face him. All of these positions being; 'Good for the camera.' Eventually Steve announced that he was;

"About to lose it."

"Let it go then," said Amelia, "I think we've achieved what we intended."

For the first time, I spoke up;

"No," I said, "not like this, let me lie on my back when you come."

We squirmed round and Steve plugged into my now receptive arse-hole. This time he fucked like he meant it. I reached down and paddled my fingers in my cunt, wet with my own juices and the surplus buggery-lube. As Steve fucked, I strummed my clit. As he grunted his release and shot his cum up my hole, I brought myself to orgasm.

Steve pulled his limp member out, I could feel his spunk trickle out as he withdrew. Amelia leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.

"Good girl," she said, "top of the class."

Steve padded naked back to his own room, his job done. Amelia cuddled up behind me and wrapped me in her arms. I fell asleep with her firm tits pressing reassuringly into my back.

I woke up with a start. I was alone on the big bed. Sunlight streamed in through open windows. I stretched and got out of bed. The open windows led to a small balcony overlooking a large patio with a circular swimming pool, to the right were lawns, one laid out as a volley-ball court. Beyond it, the coast stretched to what I assumed was the headland of St Tropez. To the left was more coast, and ahead was the unbelievable blue of the Med, reaching to a hazy horizon. In all directions, the tops of Corsican Pines punctuated the view. Voices, and the agonising smell of fresh coffee, drifted up from below, from under a canopy that prevented a view directly beneath.

I showered quickly, using soapy fingers to examine my plundered arsehole. It was tender, but not sore. I smiled to myself, I was now a fully-qualified three-hole-doll. I put on my newly acquired swim-suit and 'Kaf-Kim', or should it be 'Kim-Kaf'? Strappy high-heeled sandals, my wide-brimmed sun-hat and large sunglasses completed my outfit. I was ready for my close-up.

The group was seated at a large table, shielded from the sun by the canopy, but open to the patio and swimming pool. They all greeted me. Amelia rang a bell and asked if I had slept well and how did I feel. Yes, and I felt fine. Was I ready for more? Oh yes. A dark skinned elderly woman appeared with fresh coffee and croissants, I ate heartily. The two couples excused themselves and went to the volley-ball court. The girls wore just bikini bottoms and the men, swimming shorts. Amelia wore a pretty sun-dress and Steve, his uniform of jeans and tee-shirt. The others started to play, Steve picked up a monster camera and went off to snap them.

"I forgot to ask last night," said Amelia, "did my husband fuck you?"

In a repeat of the cup rattling incident in London, I rattled again. They had a habit of catching me unaware. I answered in the negative, no, he had not. She pressed me for more details of my interview/audition, I told her about my encounter with Trevor, the one in the office, our extra-curricular fuck the next day was my business.

Amelia continued;

"Angus always used to do his own wet-work, I'm not sure why he no longer does, I think perhaps that he has gone over to the dark side."

"The dark side?"

"I think that he may prefer boys these days."

"But, don't you..?"

"Fuck? Not for years. Our relationship these days is strictly business."

I mused on this for a few seconds, then;

"He definitely had an erection as he watched me perform on Trevor."

"That could just as easily been for Trevor, don't you think?"

The volley-ball seemed to be over, it was too hot anyway. Steve rejoined us at the table. One couple went to lie on loungers at the edge of the pool to our right. The other couple entered the pool and swam a couple of lengths, then got out at the side of the pool to the left from the house, where there was a spring-board. Jean-Luc removed his shorts and lay on spring-board, Emma knelt beside him and began to suck his cock. It occurred to me that, when they went off to bed last night, they were each with the other partner. I voiced my thoughts. Steve laughed;

"These weekends tend to be pick-and-mix," he said.

Amelia explained further;

"The villa is open to all at weekends, you are here for a screen test and to see if you fit, but for the others it's 'R & R'. On set, they fuck according to the script, here, they can fuck who they want, when they want. Go and join them if you like, they won't object, it's what you are here for."

I pondered this for a few seconds. Wow! Professional cock! On demand!

I removed my hat, shoes and wrap and walked down the steps of the pool. I swam a couple of laps of the pool, using a gentle breast-stroke, not wanting to get my hair wet, and pulled myself up to sit beside the diving board. Emma was sucking on Jean-Luc's large cock with obvious delight, Jean-Luc just lay back with his hands behind his head, enjoying the process. Emma let the saliva-slicked organ slip from her mouth, and offered it to me. I opened my mouth wide to engulf my first ever pro-cock. It was a good mouthful, but not a monster. Where were the foot long dongs that we are led to believe abound in porn-land? Perhaps they would come later, if you'll pardon the pun.

But Jean-Luc's tool was more than adequate, and for now at least, it was mine to play with. I licked and sucked it as I chose, not neglecting his balls, each of which I tongue bathed in turn, before rubbing my stiff tongue over his perineum and rimming his arse. Emma watched with a professional eye and seemed to approve. She undid the halter of my swimsuit and peeled it down to my waist, then fondled my dangling tits. Soon tiring of this, she removed the damp suit completely, knelt behind me and began to tongue my cunt and arsehole. This was bliss, a mouth full of cock and a cunt full of tongue. I released Jean-Luc's cock and groaned in pleasure. Emma took the stiff tool in her hand and held it pointing at the sky;

"Sit on it," she ordered.

It was not exactly a chore. I straddled Jean-Luc's body and lowered myself onto the offered stalk, impaling myself. Jean-Luc put his arms around me and drew me down to lie on him, seeking my mouth with his as he began to thrust up into me. Emma resumed her position behind me and carried on licking, this time alternating between the shaft of Jean-Luc's cock as it emerged, wet with my juice, the stretched lips of my cunt, and the rosebud of my anus. I could feel an orgasm building, was I allowed to come? Was it un-professional? I had no choice, Emma pushed her stiffened tongue hard inside my newly reamed rear and I came like an express train.




The Letter Ch. 02



When I had regained my breath, Emma put her hands under my arms and literally lifted me off Jean-Luc's peg. Still very erect, it gleamed with sex-juice. Just mine, I think. I was pretty sure that he had not come, and his still rigid and ready cock confirmed my suspicions. Emma stepped astride his body and guided the thing into her own cunt, and began to gently ride it. I felt as though I had been dismissed.

I sat on the edge of the pool for a few minutes, watching Jean-Luc's juicy prick slide leisurely in and out of Emma's hole. Should I do to her what she had done to me? Pleasure her with my tongue as Jean-Luc fucked her? I had not been invited to do so. At the far side of the pool, the other couple had entered the water, or one of them had. Nicole was sitting at the edge of the pool with her heels on the very edge, so that her knees were raised and her legs spread wide. Mark was in the water up to his chest, bent forward, lapping at Nicole's spread cleft. I decided to get a closer look.

I slipped carefully into the water and swam to the coupling couple. Nicole was leaning back on her elbows, eyes closed, enjoying Mark's ministrations. I took hold of the pool-edge and put my feet down, the water which reached Mark's chest, reached my neck. There was no indication that they were aware of my presence. Determined not to be ignored, I moved behind Mark and reached round for his prick, which was standing to attention in front of him. I stroked and fondled it, the cushioning effect of the water made it hard to wank it with any speed. This was another new experience for me; aquatic sex.

Mark seemed not to mind, but there was still no acknowledgement of my collaboration. I decided that my hair-do had to be sacrificed on the altar of sexual pleasure. Still holding Mark's cock as a stabiliser, I submerged and took as much as I could of it into my mouth. That brought a reaction, Mark's hand descended to stroke the back of my head as I sucked. I could not keep it up for long, certainly less than a minute before I had to release him and come up for air. Mark also came up for air from his slurping at Nicole's juicy cunt-flesh;

"Take over here," Mark ordered.

Nicole had to shuffle forward and hang her legs over the edge for me to reach her, we soon found a position where I could comfortably tongue her hole and suck on her stiff little clit. Mark moved behind me, pulled my buttocks apart with his fingers, bent his knees and slipped his erection into my welcoming cunt. An underwater fuck! I knew that I was unlikely to orgasm again in this position, I need clitoral stimulation, I rarely come just with penetration, and Mark's hands were busy with my tits. But sex is not just about orgasm, I could enjoy the feel of his strength inside me for as long as he could keep it up. I decided to see if I could bring Nicole off. I did. Very quickly. Too quickly in fact, as soon as Nicole had finished her spasms, Mark pulled out of me and swam away. Again I was dismissed. But I had now had sexual contact with all of the other 'guests'. A full-house.

I pulled myself out of the water, dried myself on one of the many white, fluffy towels that lay around, retrieved my swimsuit and hat, and returned to the shade of the house. I put my wrap back on, there seemed no need for any other clothing.

"Enjoying yourself?" Asked Amelia.

"Yes," I replied, "but..."

"Amelia raised her eyebrows in a way that was becoming familiar.

"But the men didn't come."

The eyebrows went up again, but this time in a disdainful way. Her voice became sharp again.

"They are professionals." She snapped, and went into the house.

How had I caused offence? Steve explained;

"Semen is the currency of porn, it is in relatively short supply, even with super-studs like Mark and Jean-Luc. They are used to saving it for the 'money-shots' when the camera is running. That will be after lunch when we do your screen-test. Believe me, you will get all the spunk you can handle if that's your pleasure."

I nodded and thought about this new information.

"I do like it," I confessed, "It's not really a proper fuck if it doesn't come to a sticky end."

Steve laughed. "I agree," he said, "another reason why I prefer this side of the camera, I like to let it go when it's ready."

I let this sink in for a while, then;

"Do you get to join in the 'pick and mix'?"

"If I'm invited," he replied, "which is not very often. I tend to come too quickly to be much use to these girls, they expect a man to keep it up for hours, and then swamp them with man-juice. But they would not refuse me if I felt the urge."

I suddenly wanted him inside me, but this time in the proper hole, and to feel cum pump into me.

"Am I allowed to invite?" I asked.

Steve looked at me over the top of his sunglasses.

"Are you?"

I nodded.

Steve stood and held out a hand to me. We went up to his room where he fucked me very nicely. And properly, finishing wetly inside me.

Lunch was a simple affair, cheese and pâté and lots of French bread, washed down with a light but delicious wine and followed by fresh fruit. Allowing plenty of time for digestion, but while the euphoric effect of the wine was still in effect, Amelia, now apparently friendly again, suggested that we do my screen-test. Steve decided that the light was good outside, it had become hazy, but still very bright.

"Good soft shadows," he declared.

Amelia explained what was required of me and said that she would give direction as the filming progressed, the 'clip' as she called it, would be silent, no dialogue would be required. I saw the film a couple of hours later, after Steve had done some rudimentary editing. Perhaps it would be better if I described the action as I witnessed it on film later, as the action was frequently stopped and became confusing to me:

I am reclining on a sun lounger, wearing my bikini, which has a bandeau top and tanga briefs with ties at both sides. Dark green of course. The top has a detachable neck strap, which has already been detached, high heeled sandals, my floppy hat and big sunglasses. I am reading a paperback book, the camera zooms in to the book and it is obvious from the lurid cover that the book is erotic. My left hand slips down the front of my bikini briefs, the camera moves in and my fingers can be seen moving inside. A close-up of my face shows that my head is tipped back, my brightly lipsticked lips are parted and I am breathing heavily as I pleasure myself.

The camera moves back for a wide shot as two men (Mark and Jean-Luc) enter the scene. They wear just swimming shorts. I sit up straight and pull my hand from knickers – caught in the act. They move close to me, Mark picks up the book, which I have dropped, looks at the cover and wags a disapproving finger at me. Jean-Luc takes the hand that was in my pants and sniffs the fingers, offers them to Mark who also sniffs, then sucks then clean. Mark tosses the book aside and moves behind me. He removes my hat, reaches down and pushes both hands inside my bra, flipping both tits out into the soft sunlight, squeezing them slightly so that the nipples thrust out. He bends down and kisses me on the mouth. Jean-Luc kneels beside me, lowers his mouth to one bristling nipple and pushes his hand down the front of my pants. Now his fingers can be seen moving where mine had been.

Mark moves me forward, unclips the bra strap and removes the bra. Jean-Luc undoes the side ties of my pants and pulls them away. I am naked apart from sunglasses and shoes. Mark reaches down and cups my tits again, rolling the nipples between finger and thumb, kissing me on the mouth as he does so. Jean-Luc spreads my legs wide, thumbs open the lips of my cunt and dips his head down to run his tongue along the length of it. I reach back to find Marks erect cock, trapped horizontally by the constricting shorts. It feels like a roll of wallpaper through the material, did I really have this inside me in the pool? Jean-Luc continues his oralizing, not just licking me, he seems to be tunnelling deep inside. Mark steps back slightly and removes his shorts, his enormous cock springs into the Provencal sunshine. He moves forward again and offers it to my greedy mouth, I suck as much as I can deep into my throat, Jean-Luc is still finding places where his tongue has not yet explored. And I am getting carried away. Am I allowed to come on film? I might not have any say in the matter.

Mark lowers the back of the lounger slightly, so that he can feed his meat into my mouth more easily, Jean-Luc at lasts desists, saving me from disgracing myself. He removes his shorts and guides his erection between my slippery, gaping cunt-lips, feeding his length deliciously into my cave. They fuck me like this for long minutes, then decide to swap ends. They lift me onto all-fours with the ease of lifting a doll. Jean-Luc lowers the lounger so that it is flat, then feeds his sticky stalk into my mouth, in this position I can take him up to his balls. Mark traps his boner between the groove of my buttocks and his belly, so that his monster cock points up in the air like a prize tulip. He then moves it into place and enters me, stretching my nether-hole with his truncheon.

They change again, placing me flat on my back. With my head pushed right back, Mark is now able to push his cock deep into my throat. Jean-Luc raises my legs high and places the well- greased tip of his cock against the pucker of my anus and pushes. The tip pops in, any sound that I may have made was silenced by the massive fleshy gag stretching my mouth. Slowly he feeds into me until his balls rest against my arse cheeks. He remains still for a few seconds and then begins to fuck me. Jean-Luc changes position without withdrawing from my anal fuck-hole, I am now on my side with my legs parted in a sort of scissors position, his cock can be seen sliding easily in and out of me. Mark's impressive organ occupies my mouth still.

The penultimate act is played with Mark lying on his back, me on top of him impaled on his big cock, Jean-Luc again approaches my now well-stretched arse-hole and pushes slowly in. They find a rhythm that allows deep penetration for them both, one up my cunt and the other up my arse. Double-fucked for the first time ever. And I love it! It's uncomfortable of course, but not painful. The word 'stuffed' takes on new meaning. What it is doing to my mind is out of this world, I suddenly realise that I would like nothing better than another huge cock in my mouth!

All that remains is the money shots. I am sitting up on the lounger, straddling it, my legs forced apart by its width. I place my hands on my thighs so that they do not get in the way as the two studs wank themselves off. It does not take long, and they come within a few strokes of each other, directing the discharge at my face and tits. Steve had been right, there was enough to make up for the dry-humps I had endured earlier, an unbelievable amount of rich, thick spunk spattering onto my naked body. I open my mouth to gulp what I can, the rest coats my face, obscuring the sunglasses that I still wear, and slides down the slopes of my heaving tits, to drip from my rigid nipples. Fade to black.

We had viewed the movie on a large-screen TV together as a group, sitting in the comfortable lounge of the house. I felt very self-conscious being the focus of attention, but they were all very flattering, it seems that I had passed this part of the test. Almost as we finished the filming, the sky had turned dark, there had been a massive clap of thunder and was now raining heavily. Amelia said that we would go down to the village for dinner and telephoned the restaurant to book a table.

I have used the term 'film' in this, but of course all capture is now digital, Steve would not have been able to process and edit film in such a short time. I was to find that much of the jargon used in the industry has its roots in film, it seems to fit well.

Dinner was long and sociable, more like a family get-together than a simple meal. Much of the time was spent decided what I should choose as my 'stage name', many suggestions referring to my colouring were made, ranging from 'Ginger Minge' to 'The Crimson Cunt'. We decided on 'Belinda Blaise'.

Amelia also informed us of the plans for tomorrow. We would be joined by six others, two of them rookies attending for screen tests, both male, both local-ish. The others were regulars and comprised another acting couple plus an solo acting female, and Max, who owned an apartment in the village and where he would be arriving early tomorrow after driving through the night. He was an investor in the work that Angam produced. The couple, Lucia and Carlo, from Sanremo, just over the Italan border, would be staying at Max's apartment.

Steve seemed excited that Anna, the singleton, would be arriving. Something special perhaps? And then there was the fresh meat. Angus had told me that I would not be the only rookie, but I had completely forgotten. This might be fun, now that I was an old-hand of course.

By the time we got back 'home', I was shattered. I just wanted sleep, it had been a busy day for me. But Amelia had one more test for me before I would be allowed to sleep. When I emerged from the bathroom she was sitting up, naked on the bed, the covers thrown off. I climbed beside her, kissed her on the mouth and each breast. She reached down beside her side of the bed and lifted up something that looked to me like a cross between a climber's safety harness and a mediaeval instrument of torture. In fact it was a strap-on dildo.

"Have you used one of these?" She asked.

I had never seen one before, let alone used one. During my short period as a lesbian, Sally, my bosom buddy, had been the butch, I had been the femme. But she had no desire to be a man, using a strap-on would be a betrayal of women. If you wanted cock, get a man. Not that she was averse to being penetrated, far from it. Normally penetration would be limited to fingers and tongues. I still liked something bigger up my cunt, but I did not tell her that, I used my vibrator when she was out. But when she was feeling exceptionally horny, she would have me fist her. This involved pushing my bunched fingers inside her, clenching them into a fist and fucking her with my arm. It did not happen often, but when it did, Sally went wild. I am not a big girl, but even so, a whole arm? I found it to be a bit scary and quickly declined her offer to do the same to me.

Now Amelia wanted me to fuck her with something not much smaller. Why? I felt sure that any or all of the male talent present would have obliged her. But no. She wanted plastic. And lots of it. She carefully explained what I had to do to her. I was to make love to her as a man would, lots of kissing, caressing, fondling and eventually cunt-sucking. As soon as she climaxed, I had to mount her, push the huge dildo into her and fuck her until she cried enough. Another new experience. Experience was all I gained though, there was no orgasm for me. I did not mind, I felt a bit battered. And there would be that fresh meat tomorrow. I fell asleep with my arms around Amelia, but dreaming of more cocks.



The Letter Ch. 02



Your mom spread her pussy lips and had me finger fuck her while she rubbed her clit. It wasn't long before your mother was cumming again. Then she pulled Larry over and began sucking his cock. I just continued hammering her tight ass and could feel another orgasm building in my loins. I finally came with a loud grunt as I flooded her bowels with hot semen. I pulled out and she flipped onto her stomach, raised her ass in the air and had Larry replace me in her cum filled ass. Having already cum twice, he lasted quite a while bringing your mother to several more orgasms before he finally unloaded in her.

Larry and I were both pretty well exhausted, but your mother wasn't quite done. She sucked me back to life, then climbed on top, shoved me up her cunt and rode me like a wild stallion. After two back-to-back orgasms, she leaned over and sucked Larry back to life while still impaled on my cock. When he was hard, she told him to get behind her and put it in her ass. 

Two cocks were now fucking her at the same time. I could actually feel the pressure from his cock in her ass against mine in her cunt. It was too much for me and I grunted with pleasure as I deposited my load into your mother's steamy cunt. I felt my cock shriveling inside her while Larry kept hammering her asshole. Your mother finally climbed off me, took Larry in her mouth and finished him off several minutes later. Just about then we heard you girls come through the front door and we scrambled to get dressed. 

Larry and I had another session with your mother the following week. At the end she said Claire was probably ready for both of us at the same time and suggested a way to make it happen. She would set it up so was fucking Claire in the den when I brought you home. Looking for my usual goodnight fuck from Claire, I would walk in on them. We didn't think it would take much to talk Claire into servicing both of us. 

Your mother was going to watch from the stairs. It went pretty much as planned and Claire didn't hesitate a second at the suggestion of handling two cocks. Soon Larry was fucking her from behind while she sucked me down her throat. She had several orgasms before we both came pretty much at the same time. Then your mother came down the stairs and started calling Claire a whore and a cumslut and sent her to her room. Your mother sucked us back to hardness, and then we double fucked her standing up in the ass and cunt while she had what seemed like a non-stop orgasm.

I guess now that we are being honest, I should tell you that besides your mother and your sister, I was also fucking your best friend Melissa. It just sort of happened one night during our senior year when you were at the beach with your family. We were at a party drinking and getting high. Melissa starts telling me that you tell her everything like how incredible it feels when I eat your pussy, and how you let me cum in your mouth and all the different ways I fuck you. She says that while she has fucked a lot of guys, when she masturbates she fantasizes about me because of all the things you told her. 

Anyway, one thing leads to another and pretty soon we're making out on the couch and I'm squeezing her tits and grabbing her ass. When she starts rubbing my cock through my jeans I figure it's time to find a little privacy. The bedrooms are all occupied so she just drops to her knees in the hallway, pulls down my zipper and begins sucking my cock. She is one terrific cocksucker so pretty soon I'm cumming in her mouth and she gulps it all right down her throat.

One of the bedrooms frees up and we quickly grab it. Melissa peels off her jeans, lies back on the bed spread-eagled with her legs in the air and asks me to eat her pussy. She has this really thick black bush surrounding the glistening pink lips of her cunt and a protruding oversized clit. I just kinda dive right in and begin aggressively munching and licking her juicy treasures. 

Melissa goes nuts and grabs my head to hump my face as she twists and turns her whole body in pleasure. She is gasping for air as she begs me to fuck her with my tongue and suck on her clit. I shove two fingers up her cunt and she begins screaming obscenities as she thrashes about on the bed. Pussy juice is smeared all over my face and running down my chin.

My cock is throbbing with need so I pull down my pants and quickly climb up Melissa pinning her legs back to her shoulders. The tip of my manhood quickly finds its mark and I easily sink deep into her searing cunt. Melissa mashes my face to hers, shoving her tongue deep in my mouth. My cock repeatedly stabs her cunt as my balls slap wetly against her asshole. Passion surges through my veins. A powerful eruption is churning deep in my loins. Juices gush from Melissa's fuck hole thoroughly coating her ass and thighs with a slippery sheen. 

The first wave of orgasm surges through her body. She's thrashing and screaming obscenities while I recklessly pound my engorged fuck pole into her pussy. Suddenly every ounce of energy rushes to my groin. I cry out as my cock explodes spraying a powerful blast of hot, sticky cum against the fiery walls of her cunt. This is followed by a second, third and fourth blast. Her cunt begins to overflow. I just keep hammering away. Cum and cunt juice pour over my balls and drip down her ass soaking the bedspread below us. 

Needless to say that was the first of many wild encounters with Melissa. She was shameless and loved doing it in public places where we might get caught. One time she gave me a blowjob in the janitor's closet between classes and actually went to class with a mouthful cum, some still on her lips. We once did it under the bleachers of a basketball game I took you to see. When we returned (you thought we'd gone to pee) Melissa sat next to you with a huge cunt full of my cum which must have completely soaked her panties and seat of her jeans.

Quickies became an art form for us and we learned to duck out of site, unzip, fuck, cum, zip up and return in less than three minutes. Melissa would usually pull her jeans and panties down below her ass while I pulled out my rapidly hardening cock and plunged it into her from behind. She would reach down, finger her clit and be cumming in 30 seconds. I usually came right after, usually up her cunt but sometimes she'd pull me out and take it in the mouth. 

We did it at parties, in the parking lot, at your place (we could usually start and finish while you went to pee), at her place, during play practice, in the library, in the men's room at McDonalds, in the Principal's office during assembly - just about anywhere and anytime. Melissa had this wild-eyed look she would give me when she wanted it and my cock would start to get hard in anticipation. 

When she wore a dress it was even easier and provided more possibilities. Remember that time at Homecoming when Melissa sat in my lap because there weren't enough chairs (and you sat in her dates lap to tease me). Well Melissa wasn't wearing panties and it was real easy to unzip and slip into her sloppy pussy. I say sloppy because not 30 minutes earlier I fucked her behind a locker in the hall right outside the dance. 

She just sat there in my lap, elbows on the table, chatting away with my dick up her cunt. She had great pussy control and was milking me good without hardly moving.. When we got up to dance I had a huge woody. As you may recall, that was when we went out to the car for a quick fuck in the back seat. I wouldn't let you give me a blowjob because I knew you'd taste Melissa's pussy on my cock.

I don't think anything can top the ride home from the class picnic for boldness with Melissa. We were all pretty tired as we piled into John's big Buick for the trip home. You put your head on my shoulder in the back seat, but we were really cramped so Melissa asked if she could sit on my lap and of course you said yes. She was wearing a long baggy sweatshirt over her swim suit. It fell around her thighs like a dress when she sat on my lap. I had on a pair of baggy gym shorts. 

Melissa gave me one of those looks and I shook my head no, but she wasn't buying. I could feel my cock harden as she started to grind her ass against it. While you were sleeping on my shoulder, Melissa lifted off me and slipped her bikini bottoms over her ass and pussy. She reached between her legs, pulled my semi-hard cock out through the leg of my shorts, rubbed the head back and forth against her juicy slit popping it into her fuck hole and finally sinking her cunt down until she was fully impaled. Melissa squirmed slowly against me while milking my cock with her well-trained cunt. 

Just as things were heating up, you roused and started kissing my neck and tonguing my ear. There was no way I could tell Melissa to stop squirming on my cock, and knew if I didn't keep you distracted it wouldn't take you long to figure out that my love stick was in your best friend's cunt. I turned and kissed you hard, shoving my tongue deep into your mouth. Then I took my hand from Melissa's hip, placed it on your inner thigh, slid it up under the leg of your shorts and put two fingers into your juicy cunt. 

In the meantime, Melissa leaned forward with my cock still in her pussy and began tongue-kissing Ralph in the front seat. Next to us Scott and Kathy were engaged in some heavy necking while she gave him a hand job, and I'm pretty sure Jeff, who was driving, was getting a blow job from Nancy whose head was definitely below the deck. From the way he was angled, I had the feeling Ralph was fucking Nancy while kissing Melissa. The whole car smelled of sex.

I'm sure you remember how worked up you got as my fingers slid in and out of your cunt, occasionally rubbing your clit. You began gasping and squeezing your tit while I kissed your neck and tongued your ear. At the same time Melissa kept moving her ass back and forth across my cock keeping just the tip trapped inside the opening to her searing cunt. 

She was using my cock to stimulate her clit, but the nerve endings in my sensitive cock head were generating excruciating waves of pleasure. Occasionally, Melissa would let me slide deep into her cunt and milk me with her pussy, then move me back to rubbing her clit. The few times I popped out of her altogether she reached between her legs and quickly reinserted my cock into the juicy folds of her cunt.

I think you came first because I felt the juice gushing over my fingers. I was seconds behind you and pumped a huge load of cum into Melissa's quivering cunt. She was coughing to cover her gasps of orgasm brought on by the feel of cum splashing against the walls of her pussy. When I finally finished, I looked up and saw Ralph's face strain and assumed he was dumping a load into Nancy. Then I heard Scott grunt and a few moments later saw Kathy wiping her cum covered fingers on her shorts. And finally, Nancy sat up wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

Melissa and I did get caught on occasion. She was fingering herself while giving me a blowjob in the stacks of the public library when the old geezer Mrs. Beckwith rounded the corner. Needless to say we bolted. The usher in the movie theater caught us in the middle of a quickie during a matinee, watched us both cum then told us we had to leave. And yes, half the school knew because Scott, who never could keep a secret, caught me dog fucking Melissa against a chem lab table during lunch break. Later in the year Nancy caught us in the back seat of my car in the parking lot after play practice while Melissa, with one leg free of her jeans and the crotch of her panties pulled to the side, was bouncing up and down on my cock. Nancy, being the slut that she is, climbed in, pulled down her jeans and panties, shoved her ass towards my face and ordered me to eat some pussy while I was fucking Melissa or she might have to tell on us. 

After I came in Melissa's pussy, Nancy gobbled me up and cleaned my cock with her mouth and tongue. Then she went down on Melissa, sucking the cum out of her cunt and bringing her to another orgasm. She went back to work on me until I was hard, straddled me and impaled herself on my love stick. We fucked for a good 20 minutes. Nancy must have cum 10 times flooding my balls and thighs until they were slippery with her juices. Sweat was streaming down my face but I was determined to keep going until I was able to cum again.

I felt something hot and wet on my balls and realized Melissa had ducked her head under Nancy's bouncing ass to lick my slimy genitals. This definitely perked me up and I could feel that familiar rush of orgasm building in my groin. I reached around and shoved a finger up Nancy's ass sending her into another screaming cum. Mine followed shortly and I quickly filled her cunt full of cum. 

Nancy pulled off me and Melissa immediately went to work cleaning my slimy cock with her mouth and tongue. Then Melissa really surprised me by burying her head between Nancy's legs and licking the cum from her cunt. The two girls started kissing and fondling each other, so I just left. Later Melissa told me it was her first time with a girl. She loved it and needless to say Nancy, Melissa and I had many more three way sexual encounters.

The last time we were caught was by your sister when were tried to grab a quickie while you were in the bathroom peeing. I think we must have set a record. In less than ten seconds Melissa had pulled her jeans and panties down over her ass and I had unzipped, shoved my hard cock between her ass cheeks and slipped it into her juicy cunt pinning her to the wall. 

It wasn't more than a minute later that I grunted and filled her quivering pussy with cum. Melissa was already pulling up her jeans as I took my cock out of her when your sister started clapping, congratulating us on the performance. You returned a few seconds later and your sister left, saying she would be back.

Well she did come back wearing an oversized T-shirt that hung to the middle of her thighs. She asked me to come help her with something in the kitchen, then proceeded to tell me I was going to eat her pussy and fuck her right there in the same room with you. Then she lifted the shirt to show me she was naked underneath and walked back out to the front room. She stood behind the couch where you and Melissa were watching a Robert Redford movie on TV. She put her elbows on the back of the couch and spread her legs, motioning me to get down on the floor and eat her. You three girls were engaged in comparing notes on what it would be like to sleep with Redford. I crawled from the kitchen so you wouldn't see me, nestled my face between your sister's legs and began munching on her cunt. I used every trick in the book on her including tonguing her asshole, fingering her pussy, licking her clit and shoving a finger up her ass. Her juices were flowing freely thoroughly coating my mouth, lips and nose. I finally felt her body shudder and heard her cough to cover the gasps of her orgasm. I continued sucking on her pussy, drinking the sweet nectar that continued to pour from her love nest.

I stood and announced my return. Standing behind your sister, I unzipped and quickly slipped my hard cock into her steamy cunt. You couldn't see because your sister was right behind you, but Melissa sure could. She winked at me and licked her lips. I proceeded to tell you I thought Redford was a jerk and I didn't know what girls saw in him. Your sister told me I was an idiot and then started describing in detail exactly how she would make love to him. 

Everyone chimed in, but I just kept slowly fucking your sister. I decided to have a little fun with your sister so I pulled my well lubricated cock from her cunt, positioned it against her asshole and popped the head inside. She looked back at me startled, but there was nothing she could do. I just smiled and shoved it in a little deeper. So while you girls continued to chat, getting increasingly lewd about what you would do to Robert Redford, I worked my cock deeper and deeper into your sister's ass. 


Once I was all the way in, I felt your sister move her ass against me indicating she liked it up her butt hole. I began moving in and out very slowly. The pressure on my sensitive cock was incredibly stimulating and I knew it wouldn't be long before I shot a load deep into her bowels. 

Your sister said she would let Robert Redford fuck her in the ass if he wanted to. Then she went on to describe what she thought it would be like to get fucked in the ass by someone as gentle as Redford. But the icing on the cake was when she said she would like to talk dirty to him while he was doing it to her and say things like, "Oh yeah, baby - shove that hard cock up my ass. Make me cum. Oh, it feels so good. Cum in my ass baby." 

Well, that was all it took for me. Cum came shooting out of my cock filling her ass with my creamy juice. When I pulled out she came around the couch and plopped down between you and Melissa as the cum slowly drained from her leaving a stain on the couch. After that, ass fucking became a stable part of the sex diet with your sister.

Well, that's pretty much it, except your mom is coming out here this weekend and I've arranged a fraternity party in her honor. So you don't have to feel so bad - like mother like daughter.

Kevin

God, Sue's mom and sister. I always thought they were hot, but this. Was it really true? Well, we would be staying with them for the reunion. I would certainly look at them differently.



The Letter Ch. 03



Mine was a good life, wonderful in fact. I had a job I enjoyed and was finally secure, a lovely home, great social life and the sexiest, horniest wife on the planet! I was indeed a lucky man!

Since my gorgeous wife and I had tossed aside our inhibitions to embrace our deepest sexual fantasies, our wild abandon in the bedroom had kept the neighbours awake practically every night! Jess had a voracious appetite for all things carnal and I was more than happy to feed it, especially now that our antics accommodated my love of nylon. 

Jess generally adopted a dominant role during sex and always took the lead whenever stockings were involved. It was something I'd never actually asked her to do but I was glad of it. I spent all day at the office supervising twenty subordinates who looked to me continually for instruction and leadership. I needed a release from that at home so welcomed having the control taken away from me in the bedroom. It was refreshing to let Jess take charge.

Jess, however, had started taking her dominant role a bit too seriously and recently things had taken a dangerous turn. Whilst tied down to the bed with my favourite black stockings and wearing my well-loved black nylon tights, Jess had emerged from our walk-in closet with a sturdy black leather riding crop clasped tightly in her right hand. A sadistic smile illuminated her face as she wielded the whip threateningly. She swished it over my helpless pinioned body before letting it crack down onto the exposed flesh of my stomach. The sudden stinging pain and shock of what she'd done made me cry out, for which I received a stern reprimand.

"How dare you make a noise like a baby?! You're a naughty boy and you deserve to be punished for liking dirty nylon tights!" she'd hissed.

I don't know what it was that excited me so much in that moment; her lusty voice, the way she hovered over me wearing black nylon stockings, lacy bra and nothing else? Perhaps that was it? Or was it the way her sleek chestnut hair hung down over her face or the look in her eyes, that impish glint? Whatever it was the combination of the whipping and Jess's scolding triggered an explosive pressure in my balls which sent my creamy cum shooting out my rock hard, ten denier encased penis. I filled my silky tights with gallons of hot stickiness.

Jess watched my shudder and squirm as my orgasm shook me. A wicked smile flickered across her lips before the riding crop struck again, whoosh!

"Fuck!" I screeched. "What was that for?"

"That," she chastised with eyebrows raised, "was for soiling your lovely tights."

"Oh, Jess..." I whimpered as her words condemned my actions to even greater depths of depravity. "Yes Jess, I'm bad, very bad. Punish me again!"

And so the whip became a regular part of our nightly adventures and an object I both revered and feared. Our love making reached new heights of pleasure but also threatened to push me beyond my pain threshold. Sooner or later I was going to get injured, badly, and I didn't fancy having to explain my wounds to the nurses in A&E! Things were getting out of control! I'd already thought it wise to introduce a safe word to stop Jess if I needed to although I hadn't dared use it as yet; I could only imagine the neighbours' bewilderment at being woken in the middle of the night by a grown man yelling "Tinkerbelle" at the top of his lungs!" 

And then a parcel arrived. It was discretely wrapped and addressed to Jess. I recognised the name on the returns label as that of a 'specialist' toy and clothing supplier whose on-line catalogue Jess and I had perused together one evening after drinking far too much chardonnay. I had no idea she'd placed an order and wondered what she'd bought. 

Jess disappeared off to our bedroom as soon as I handed the parcel over. She blew a kiss at me as she scurried away and the sound of ripping wrapping paper was accompanied by her high pitched, girlish giggles. What the hell had she bought? Crikey, we'd looked at all sorts!

I didn't have to wait long to find out; Jess appeared sometime later modelling some of her new purchases. Oh boy, I was in trouble! She stood in the bedroom doorway wearing thigh high black leather boots with heels so sharp they skewered the floor, whilst underneath she wore a gossamer thin black nylon body stocking. The garment covered her entire body but being translucent it revealed every inch of her sensual, shapely contours whilst swathing the entire package in my absolute favourite material. Oh my life! The sight of her standing there, leaning against the doorframe, was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever seen. 

Jess sauntered towards me, hips swaying, hair swinging as she descended the stairs. On her face was the wickedest of smiles and her green eyes glinted, cat-like, as they locked with mine. Everything about her begged to be fucked...and I wanted to fuck her, oh yes, I wanted that. I longed to reach out and stroke her, lick her, run my hands all over those smooth curves of hers all trussed up in silky blackness. I yearned to slide my fingers between her legs and rub the thin web of material stretched across her sweet lady parts. I wanted to watch her twitch and buck as she surrendered to her orgasms whilst I sucked her honeyed juices through the micro pores of nylon. Oh fuck yes, how I wanted to make her come...but Jess had a devilish look in her eye, and in her right hand was the whip! 

My skin still smarted from my last encounter with that punishing leather implement and although I loved the effect it had on me, I couldn't take it night after night. I needed time to recover. It would hurt me too much to let her use the whip on me again, so soon. 

Jess strode towards me, heels clicking, whip swishing, smile growing...I had to stop her quickly or accept the pain she would inflict. No pain, not yet. I couldn't let her.

"On your knees Jess," I stammered, taking a step away from the horny she-devil advancing upon me. "Now Jess, kneel. I need to pee."

Jess hesitated, her pupils dilating. I watched her chest heaving as her heart rate increased and her breathing quickened.

"On your knees, now," I repeated resolutely. I quickly undid my trouser fly, took my cock firmly in my hands and aimed my semi erect weapon straight at her. I meant business. "Open wide Jess, I'm bursting and I want to piss in your mouth, right here, right now!"

Jess's knees gave out and she crumpled at my feet like a rag doll, the whip dropping to the floor, forgotten. Thank fuck for her piss fetish! My adorable Jess knelt before me, eyes wide, face tilted upwards, moist lips parted. She was so beautiful; the look of desire on her face was divine as was the knowledge that it was me that provoked the longing look. She wanted me and all that I could give her. I had to pinch myself whenever I remembered that. That sultry minx in black nylon was all mine and got everything she needed from me. No thought could be more pleasurable than that. 

Jess shuddered before me. "Do it," she pleaded. "I want to taste you."

My bladder was nicely full and ready to yield a steady stream of golden urine for my darling Jess to enjoy. I just had to relax and let it go but I faltered, momentarily thwarted by my surroundings. Jess was kneeling in our living room, our lovely clean living room with the lavish real oak floor. I couldn't take a piss on that! It would soak in, it might even stain. What would I say to our friends when they came to dinner and enquired about the large yellow mark on our expensive flooring?

"Oh that?" I'd say with a casual wave of my hand, "that's nothing. It's just where I pissed on my wife!" 

I could picture the looks I'd get...

"Do it, Rob," she repeated. "Do it here. It's so very naughty!"

Oh fuck, there was that word again -- naughty. Yes, it was, wasn't it! Dirty, bad, degenerate! My cock tingled and the air escaped from my lungs in a low grunt as I let go of my pee. Pungent golden droplets showered down onto the wooden floor in front of me with a soft patter. I let out a prolonged and deeply satisfied groan as my stream intensified enabling me to arc it upwards straight into my wife's delectable, gaping maw. Pain, pleasure, guilt and release, all so closely linked, mixed together in that moment to create the perfect recipe for euphoria.

Sod the mess, I loved pissing on Jess! It drove me wild to see her take my fluids into her mouth and thirstily swallow them down. My inner voices persistently condemned me for performing such a vile, lewd act on my beloved wife but my guilt simply served to enhance the pleasure. Time and time again I experienced the same mix of conflicting emotions that had swamped me the very first time I'd plucked up the courage to piss on Jess. The experience never lost any of its thrills.

And so, as I said, my life was good - no, perfect. That was why the appearance of a second letter from Jess made me apprehensive. Why another letter? What had I done wrong this time? Jess's first letter had been prompted by her unhappiness with our marriage; surely that wasn't still the case? I thought things were great between us, never better. Didn't she? We talked to each other now, there were no more secrets, so why leave another note? 

The prospect of bad news from Jess terrified me. How could I bear it if she was still unhappy? I'd done everything in my power to make our marriage exciting and to show Jess how much she was loved. If that wasn't enough, I was sunk. I had nothing more to give. So when I found the letter propped up against the toaster on the counter, the usual position, I turned cold. 

I found Jess's second letter on a Friday evening, a couple of weeks after the delivery of her 'specialist clothing' parcel. Jess was out at a friend's baby shower, so I had gone to the pub with my friends after work then picked up pizza and beers on my way home. I didn't like the thought of spending Friday night away from Jess but I intended to make the most of it. A 'man night' in front of the TV with junk food and alcohol beckoned. I'd found a sci-fi film to watch, one Jess would have hated, and there was a descent Zombie flick on after that - excellent! 

I didn't notice the letter at first. It wasn't until I had demolished most of the pizza and was reaching into the fridge for my second beer that I spotted it.I recall slitting the plain white envelope open with trepidation, not entirely sure I wanted to know what it contained and fearing the worst. It could be good news, of course, more delicious fetishes Jess wanted to try out...but surely she'd just tell me about something like that, why take the trouble to write it down?

The envelope contained a single sheet of carefully folded white paper and I could see that the note was hand written again in Jess's unintelligible scrawl. Remembering the contents of the first letter I rummaged around inside the envelope and sure enough there was a small memory stick tucked into a corner. Another video. Ok, that could be a good thing. Jess's first home video had been most entertaining -- it had made squirt my cum all over my laptop! Besides, why make a video if she was delivering bad news? Would she really bother to film herself telling me to fuck off because I was inadequate? 

"No, of course not, and I'm not inadequate!" I told myself as doubts plagued me. "Just look at it -- whatever it says, it's good news." I unfolded the paper and began to read. 

"Dear Rob,

I love you most dearly, I always have and always will, and don't worry I have absolutely nothing to chastise you about!"

"Oh thank fuck!" I gasped with relief.

Good start, she was happy. That meant that this latest letter was probably a suggestion for more diverse sex. Thank goodness for that. I needed Jess to love me as much as I loved her. 

"So Jess," I muttered, "if you're not complaining about me, what devious plans to spice up our love life have you come up with this time?"

I felt the warmth of blood pumping into my cock, making it swell, as I read on eagerly now that my irrational fears had been allayed. 

"On the contrary, my Darling," Jess had written, "you have made me the happiest woman alive. I can honestly say that agreeing to marry you was the best decision I ever made."

Wow, high praise! I felt the same.

"Now then, my love, you may recall that I made a small joke a few months back about buying a strap-on and using it on you?"

Oh my goodness...now I knew where this was going. I took the time to sit down and open my beer before continuing on...

"Well, I bought one."

"Fuck!"

"Technically it's not a strap-on because it doesn't have a harness but it's still 'hands free'. You'll see what I mean when you watch my demonstration video, if you're interested that is. Enjoy! Jess xxx." 

Interested?! Was I interested? Fuck yes I was interested! I became aware that my throbbing cock was straining against the confines of my trousers, fully erect.

Jess had added a post script to the bottom of the letter. I read it quickly.

"Same rules apply as always; if you don't like what you see, tear up the letter and we'll forget all about it. I don't want anything spoiling what we have. That's why I thought it better to approach the subject this way. You don't have to do this. Jess. x"

Tear up the letter and dismiss the idea of getting ass fucked by my deliciously randy, sex- crazed wife? Yes, of course I'd do that -- NOT! Not in a million years! Did Jess actually think I might not be up for this? Well, at least that explained the letter. 

My laptop was out and fired up quicker than you could blink and Jess' video file entitled "My new Toy!" was soon gracing the screen. I sat at the kitchen table, slumped in my chair, legs apart and fly undone to give my fat, swollen cock more room.

The on-screen picture shook as Jess positioned her camera on what looked like our bedroom window sill. She adjusted the focus bringing our bed into view and then she left the camera alone and bounced into shot. Wow -- Jess looked fabulous! Her slender legs were clad in gossamer thin white stockings held in place by a silky white satin suspender belt which clung tightly to her curvaceous hips. Her carefully trimmed mound was exposed as were her perfect rounded breasts. Her succulent, dark, protruding nipples looked scrumptious and simply begged to be sucked. Jess's silky chestnut hair hung loosely down her back with a few strands falling over her face most coquettishly. Her scarlet lipstick embalmed mouth puckered at the camera whilst her green eyes -- wow! They shone with that mischievous twinkle I adored.

Jess really was the sexiest woman alive but my eyes quickly fell away from her, delectable though she was. I became fixated on the object in her hands, an object she was stroking lovingly as if it were a cherished pet. It was bright purple, glossy and unmistakably phallic in shape. And it was big, way larger than I'd been expecting. 

"Oh my life that's huge!" I gaped, staring at the screen.

"Do you like my new toy?" purred home-porn goddess Jess.

"Oh fuck yes, but I think it's going to hurt!" I groaned even though my excitement was growing by the second. My penis responded to the sight of Jess's new play thing by pulsating and tingling. I felt the urgent need to stroke it. I had to. I hastily pull down my boxer shorts, spat on my hand for lubrication and got stuck in. 

"Would you like me to demonstrate how this works?" teased my horny wife as she held out the double ended dildo out towards the camera. She cradled it gently in one hand whilst rubbing the tip provocatively with the other. 

"Oh yes please," I sighed to her image.

Jess knelt up on the bed, her knees wide apart so that I could just glimpse the tantalising glint of wet juices on her slit. She was already excited and the gradual heightening of colour on her neck and chest confirmed her ever increasing state of arousal.

"Watch, darling and imagine. I could be doing this to you!"

My mouth dried out and my jaw slackened as my eyes drank in the sight of Jess, prostrate on our bed, gently rubbing the smaller end of her new toy against her moist snatch. I watched the entrance to her wet tunnel widen and open as she rubbed harder. More glistening juices oozed from her fiery depths. Jess moaned softly as she worked. It was such a stimulating sound; the purr of Jess pleasuring herself.

"Oh fuck, Jess, you're so lovely," I murmured as my hand increased both its speed and the intensity of its strokes. My cock throbbed. I was close, almost ready to explode.

I heard a soft squelch as the dildo slipped past Jess's plumped lips and slid smoothly inside her. Jess sighed lustily and proceeded to stroke the phallus protruding from her loins. She giggled it so as to rub the embedded end against her g-spot then rolled onto all fours, tossing her long hair aside and casting a most desirous look at the camera. Her eyes shone and a sultry smile kissed her lips.

"How do you like my beautiful cock?" she teased kneeling up on the bed to give me a perfect side on view of the huge rubber penis that stuck out at a forty-five degree angle upwards from her groin. It was such an extraordinary sight and became even stranger when Jess began making thrusting movements into the air; backwards and forwards, faster and harder as if fucking an invisible lover. I watched Jess clamp her hands around the purple dildo, pushing back against her thrusts.

"Oh yes," she breathed, "this feels so good Robert. This is what I want to do to you. I want to penetrate you with my new cock and fuck you, hard. Oh Rob, I want this..."

Jess's moans grew louder and her breath escaped in sharp little grunts each time she pretended to stroke the cock inside her imaginary partner. She looked so wonderful, so hot...

"Oh shit I'm going to come!" I uttered as my penis began to pain me and the pressure built in my balls. I wanked furiously acknowledging that I would shortly be splattering my laptop again, copiously!

Suddenly Jess stopped; she sat back on her haunches and gently withdrew the dildo from her soaking hole. With my stimulation snatched away from me at that critical moment my climax subsided, for the moment.

Jess faced the camera. "Of course, if you don't fancy letting me fuck you, this little baby has other uses," she smirked. 

My hand continued to tug at my cock as I watched Jess lay back on the pillows and demonstrate, most graphically, how she liked to use the larger end of the dildo on herself. I watched her deftly insert the huge purple penis into her dripping hole, pushing it deep inside before withdrawing it slowly and repeating the process. She groaned excitedly as she thrust her penis in and out and her chest heaved with laboured breathing. 

I should have found her display erotic. I should have felt my cum cascade out of me as I was treated to the sight of Jess bringing herself to a magnificent orgasm. But that's not what happened. In my heightened state of arousal I had no control over my emotions and the one that took hold of me wasn't passion, or lust, or even excitement. No, as I watched my wife fucking herself with that eight inch rubber dildo I felt an overwhelming sense of insecurity, so much so that my previously rock hard penis began to wilt and the orgasm I had expected to enjoy at any second, retreated. 

I was jealous! Jealous of a piece of moulded purple rubber! What?! Ok, perhaps I was being a bit hard on myself - it wasn't actually the object I was envious of. I liked the dildo and all it could potentially offer. My jealousy was triggered by what Jess was doing with it, the way she was using it to achieve complete satisfaction. I felt redundant. Ok, so she'd stated that she wanted to use the dildo on me but she appeared to be perfectly happy to satiate her own desires without indulging in any of that. 

I began to wallow in doubts and self-pity. How could I compete with that permanently erect eight inch love dart? It was stupid, I know, I was being ridiculous, but that's how I felt. It was probably a good thing that Jess' keys rattled in the door at that precise moment, announcing her arrival home. I didn't turn around as the front door opened and I didn't greet Jess as her high heels clicked across the kitchen towards me. Nor did I simper affectionately when her soft, elegant hands reached around my shoulders and her long chestnut hair caressed my cheek.




The Letter Ch. 03



The weather was back to normal the next morning, and I was awake and up early, down for breakfast with the company. I wore my wrap over just bikini bottoms, the other girls were also topless. This was the south of France! After breakfast I decided to explore the grounds, I had only seen the pool side of the house, it had been dark when I had arrived at the other side . As I explored, a moped came up the drive. Amelia appeared at the front door to greet our new guest, Sébastien, 'Seb'. Shorts, Tee-shirt and a helmet was his garb. He was led round to the poolside where everyone was introduced. Amelia took him aside and spoke with him at length in French. Seb nodded repeatedly, but his attention was on the fine collection of tit displayed around the pool.

At last he was given his freedom. He peeled of his tee-shirt, closely followed by his shorts and dived into the pool. In the few seconds that he was naked and on display, it seemed that he was quite beautiful. When he hoisted himself out of the pool and stood dripping at the edge, we had confirmation. He was like Michelangelo's David, but where David disappoints in the appendage department, Seb certainly did not. A large and beautiful prick drooped, dripping, from a thicket of blonde hair, blonde to match his curly mop of head hair. The girls lowered their sunglasses for a clearer look. We all wanted him. No doubt before long, we would all have him.

He dried himself and walked over to where I was standing, next to Steve. His saunter suggested an arrogance that I thought might not go down well in this relaxed company. He spoke, in fractured English;

"Hey Babee, you and me we fuck, yes?"

It was what we were here for and he was dishy. I nodded. He spun me round and bent me forward, lifted up my wrap and pulled my knickers to just under my bum, just uncovering the bit that he was after. He pushed into me dry, I was unprepared for his size, and it hurt. He ignored my protests, held onto my hips and fucked as though he had a train to catch. It was over in seconds, and he came inside me. I was pretty sure, I can usually tell, but surely Amelia would have told him to save it? He was walking away when a trickle of cum ran out of me and down my leg as I straightened up. Amelia was some still back at the house, had she seen? I cast a bewildered look at Steve, he must have seen, a photographer's eye misses little. I opened my mouth to speak, but Steve shook his head. I caught his meaning immediately; least said, etc. I kept quiet about it.

There was a disturbance as the others arrived, all together. The rookie by taxi and the rest in the same car. The rookie, Mo was black, very black. Of African origin, he was naturalised French and was in the French Navy, stationed at nearby Toulon. He was quite short and stocky, a boxer or a weight lifter? Weight lifter probably, he had none of the facial scarring of a boxer.

Lucia and Carlo were, it sounds cruel to say it, porn-film clones. He, good looking and athletic, she voluptuous and beautiful. Max was, I would guess, late forties, in good shape, very easy-going. Anna was striking. Not my idea of beautiful, but tall, pneumatic, very blonde. Her curves spilled out of the clothes she was wearing She was older than the other women, if she was still in the business, she must have had special talents.

Steve was smitten by her. Since my arrival, Steve had followed me everywhere with a camera, either still or movie. He had probably been tasked with doing so, but he had been my shadow. Now Anna became the focus of his attention, but not his cameras, he seemed to lust after her. They slipped away together soon after her arrival, only re-appearing when lunch was announced. While they were absent, Amelia told me about Anna. She was from Prague, had been in the business about ten years. She was a big star in her younger days, but now had to pander to the more extreme end of the market. She was one of the women Amelia had told me about earlier, who could take two cocks at a time in the same hole, either cunt or arse. She would also do double fisting, bondage and water sports. Was this what the future held for me? I might get to like it, but at that moment, I decided to make sure that I had a good pension fund.

During lunch, Seb displayed the most appalling table manners, but that was not why he had been recruited, so it was tolerated. After lunch Amelia decided that Mo would be the first to be 'screen tested'. Steve said that the sun was too strong for shooting outside, "Far too contrasty," so he, Amelia, Mo and Emma, who had been chosen as his partner, went off somewhere inside. About forty-five minutes later, Emma re-appeared, uttering just one word;

"Wow!"

She would not say any more, other than to wait for the 'rushes'.

Seb was next up, with Nicole as his leading lady. She emerged after only about twenty minutes. The others looked up in surprise, Nicole drew her finger across her throat and said:

"He came inside me!"

There were murmurs of disapproval, this was just not acceptable. Amelia re-joined us about ten minutes later, her face was black as thunder, she was not pleased.

"He thinks he is just here for the sex, he will not take direction, he is just not suitable."

I asked if he would be sent away, but Amelia said that that would infringe her rules of hospitality. He could stay for now, but he would not be returning.

"He was Angus' discovery," she explained, "Angus found him on a building site in the village and thought that he might be suitable."

She grinned at Emma and said;

"Mo was my find, what do you think?"

Emma just smiled back, still giving nothing away.

The rest of the afternoon was spent at leisure. Carlo asked me if I would join him and Lucia for some fun. Played out in full view of the company, the fun involved me having sex with both of them. After much three-way fondling and sucking, the climax was Lucia and me 'sixty-nining', with me on top, while Carlo fucked me from behind. This compensated for my unsatisfactory encounter with Seb, I came powerfully as Lucia strummed my clit and Carlo shot his cum inside me.

I was dozing in the shade when I saw Seb saunter over to the sleeping form of Nicole, stand over her and begin to pee on her! Nicole awoke to find his yellow stream falling on her naked body. She leapt up, and berated Seb with what I assume was a stream of French insults. Amelia, who had been sleeping in the chair beside me, took several seconds to grasp what was happening. I was horrified.

"If he ever does that to me, I'll cut his balls off." I spat.

"No," contradicted Amelia, "I claim that pleasure."

Seb was gone within minutes, frog-marched away by Mark and Jean-Luc. The male half of Amelia's faithful retainer couple was summoned, he removed the mattress that Niclole had been lying on and used a hosepipe to remove the pee from the poolside. The incident cast a shadow an otherwise enjoyable day, the sex-fun stopped, even conversation seemed awkward. People either dozed in the sun or read as they sunbathed. Eventually Steve tried to distract us by inviting us to see Mo's test, Seb's had already been deleted. The heat was beginning to go out of the sun, it was a good way to unite the group, otherwise dinner would have been rather flat.

There was not much in the way of a script; Mo appeared naked to us all for the first time, his cock already erected. It was a good size, nicely proportioned. Underneath hung a heavy pair of balls which drew admiration from the appreciative audience. Nicole sucked his cock with enthusiasm, the dark skin of it in stark contrast with her much paler colouring. Next she trapped it between her tits and he thrust there for a while. Then came the fucking. They were filmed in several positions, chosen to show his thick shaft pumping in and out of Nicole's distended cunt.

It was the cum-shot that most impressed however. Nicole positioned herself flat on her back with her head over the end of the single bed, which had been positioned in the centre of the room to allow all-round camera access. Mo knelt at the end of the bed and fed his length into Nicole's mouth. Her position allowed Mo's cock to enter deep into her throat. We marvelled at this display of sword-swallowing. Mo supported her head in both hands as he appeared to fuck her brightly lipsticked mouth, his black meat sliding up to his balls into this surrogate cunt, shining with saliva as it withdrew. At last he withdrew it completely and moved forward so that his large balls dangled on Nicole's chin. The camera moved behind him for a close-up of Nicole's pink tongue rimming his arse, then away for a side-shot as Mo wanked himself vigorously over Nicole's offered body. When he came he spurted a prodigious amount of thick, very white spunk over her entire body. The spurts even reached her feet and beyond in a display of cum-shooting that even surprised the company of hardened professionals. This was the 'Wow', that Nicole had hinted at. As Mo stepped away, her body looked to be coated in icing sugar. If Mo could produce this amount of man-juice every time, his future in the business was assured.

Dinner would be al fresco, taken under the canopy, but in the open. I would need something a bit warmer than a bikini bottom. As I changed, Amelia came into the room and told me that she had decided to take Mo to her bed that night. Anna would spend the night with Steve, so would I mind sleeping at Max's flat that night? There was a spare room there. What could I do? She was very much in charge. I packed my bag.

Max's flat was in a small modern complex in the centre of the village. I was shown to my room and we said goodnight. There seemed to be three bedrooms. Apart from 'mine', Carlo and Lucia had a room and Max had what was presumably the master bedroom. I sat on the bed and considered my options. Angus had told me about the investors in the company and how their rewards were not just financial. Fringe benefits included access to the actors. Was I one of those yet? Certainly Max was an investor. He had not made any move on me, nor had I seen him engaged in any kind of sex with any of the others. I at least should offer myself. Instead of my usual pre-sleep routine, I showered and renewed my make up. I put on a negligee that I had brought with me, but had not so far worn, and left my room to tap on Max's door.

"Come," his voice boomed from inside.

I entered the room. Max was sitting up in bed watching the French twenty-four hour rolling news channel. He turned it off using the remote, but said nothing. I let the negligee slip off and to the floor, standing naked just inside the door. Max held out his arms.

Seconds later I was in those strong arms being kissed in a way that thrilled me to the core. I had been kissed by Amelia as part of our encounters, and by Steve before our private fuck, but this kissing was as though we had been together a long time, real lovers kisses. Kissing is very special, sex was one thing, kissing quite another. I had been fucked in back alleys behind nightclubs without being kissed by the cock-bearer. Kisses mean that you are serious.

Max at last rolled away having drunk his fill if my lips. He reached out to rub an erect nipple with his fingertip. I reached down and wrapped my small hand around the shaft of his straining erection. We both watched as I gently pulled the skin down the shaft and the shining tip emerged from its cover. I leaned over and took just the tip between my lips, causing him to gasp, then took his length into my throat before returning to begin sucking. Max had one hand on me caressing gently, but my own sex parts were beyond his reach. And I needed to be touched. I shuffled my rear end closer to him and was rewarded by a single finger tracing a path between my buttocks to where my rosy notch waited for his touch. He pushed just that one finger into the slick hole and I pushed myself back to enjoy the penetration.

We stayed like that for blissful minutes, him fucking my cunt with his finger and me fucking his cock with my mouth. I realised that he was content just to be sucked, there was no move to shift me into a fucking position. I would suck him off, savour that rush of earthy salty fluid that I had not enjoyed since Trevor's in Angus' office. That had been for show, this would be for pure pleasure. Max's grunts and squirms telegraphed his climax, with a roar, he fired a large volley of my favourite drink into my mouth. I gulped it down as more spurts followed, enjoying both the strength of his ejaculation and the taste as it filled my mouth. An impressive come, my suspicions had been confirmed, he could not have come before that day and fed me such a feast as well.

When I had drunk every drop and cleaned off the residue with my tongue, Max invited me to sit astride his face and to lower my cunt onto his mouth. Lovely man! I love queening. I held on to the bed head for support as his clever mouth tried to suck me inside out. His tongue probed deep as his mouth enclosed my entire sex, then released me so that tongue and lips could lick and suck my sex lips, my clitoris and my anus, all it seemed, at the same time such was my state of ecstatic confusion. Who cared, I was on the brink of a massive climax. His hands were everywhere, on my belly and tits, on my face where I tried to suck his questing fingers into my mouth, all over my back and buttocks and finally in the groove of my bum-cheeks where a finger probed into my willing arsehole as his tongue filled my cunt. I came. Oh how I came. Had he not been holding me in position, I think that I might have fallen out of the bed as my pleasure spasms racked my body. When I regained control, I slid down Max's body towards his now recovered prick and impaled myself on it, my sopping fuck-hole seeming to suck its mass easily inside. Max thrust vigorously into me, filling me with his meat. I sat upright on him allowing his hands free reign over my swollen tits and pebble-hard nipples, then I lay forward on him to kiss him as his hands roamed my back, caressing then grinding my buttocks, his fingers straying into my cunt alongside his cock then, using my copious juice a lubricant, deep into my anus. I was in paradise, this was different, this was special, this was not just fucking, this was love-making. As if to confirm my thoughts, as he shot another generous load of come into my greedy cunt, I came! I never come just with fucking, I need further clitoral stimulation. If I am being fucked from behind I can use my own fingers or ask my fucker to use his, otherwise I can't enjoy the extreme pleasure of an orgasm around a spasming cock. This was a one-off. Well, almost. Emma had brought me off by tonguing my anus as Jean-Luc drove his cock into me, but this time my climax was intensified by the knowledge that my lover had flooded me with his seed as I came.

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

The sound of the shower woke me. I slipped from the bed and tried the bathroom door, it was unlocked. I slipped quietly in, opened the shower door and stepped in to join Max. We washed each other very well. Some parts got washed several times. Some parts got bigger so needed even more washing. Max fucked me from behind standing under the stinging needles of water. Then we just had to wash each other again!

We had breakfast on the balcony of the flat, joined by Carlo and Lucia. The balcony looked out over the perfect blue of the Med. I could get used to this. We spent the morning with Max showing me the village, ending up with lunch at a tiny seafood restaurant right on the edge of the small harbour. Then we were required at the villa.

"Summoned to the presence," as Max put it.

Amelia, who had a distinctly rosy 'well-fucked' look today, told me that the formal part of the weekend was over, this afternoon was for relaxation. But. There always seemed to be a but, she would like Steve to take some stills of me in sex-positions with the male actors who I had not yet had. Mo would be required to perform similarly with the female actors not yet poked by his black cunt-stretcher. Then , as a reward, and only if I wished it, I could choose to fulfil any sexual fantasy I could dream up, however kinky or bizarre!

For me, completing my 'set' of studs, meant just Mo. I cringed when I realised that I had fucked all the other males present, professional or not! In fact I had to do Carlo again, as our coupling had been off-camera. I had to have each of their cocks in turn, in my hands, between my tits, in my mouth, in my cunt and up my arse, a hole that became more accustomed to accommodating male members every day! Mo on the other hand, had only been captured with Nicole and we had the pleasure of seeing his lovely cock being host to Emma, Lucia and Anna.

It was the first time I had seen Anna nude, she had worn a swimsuit all day yesterday. She was quite a different shape to the other girls, who could have all been made in the same mould, including me. She was pneumatic. Massive, obviously enhanced tits and buttocks. She seemed to have piercings everywhere. I had noticed the ones in her ears and one in a nostril. She also had gold rings through each nipple, her navel, and when she spread her legs for Mo to enter her, a ring through each of her droopy outer cunt-flaps and one through the clitoral hood. She must have sounded like tubular bells when she was fucking! Obviously men, Steve included, found this attractive. It was certainly different.

When Amelia made her 'fantasy' offer, I thought that I might decline, but the sight of all that naked flesh had made me feel horny again. And yes, there was something that occurred repeatedly in my daydreams. I told Amelia about it.

"Excellent!" She exclaimed. "I will film it."

I was committed now. Amelia briefed the men, all six of them, to murmurs of approval. I stripped off my only garment, bikini pants, and lay on the tiles alongside the pool. The men, also naked, formed a circle around my supine body. There was about a two foot space between the men, to allow the girls and the camera to see the action. Amelia turned on the camera and actually called;

"Action!"

The six men, already erect, started to wank themselves. After only a few seconds, I could not resist joining them and allowed my fingers to find my oily, bristling clitoris. It had been agreed that the men should try to synchronise, to try to delay if they felt their ejaculation coming. They seemed to get it about right, the first to come gave a little cry and within seconds of each other, six generous loads of spunk spattered down onto my writhing, frantically masturbating naked body. A cum shower!

"Awesome," declared Amelia, "we should incorporate it into a film. It will certainly go on your C.V."

And so my big adventure, my life changing trip into the world of porn, fizzled out. Well. Not quite. There was another night of ecstatic love making with Max and the next day, instead of returning home by train as arranged, Max drove me to Lille, taking two days over the journey. We stayed two nights in luxurious hotels and he fucked me every which way and in every hole, with me coming repeatedly just with his skilful fucking. I wanted it never to end, but I was dropped off at Lille with a promise that he would be in touch.

What next???



The Letter Ch. 03



"You found it then," Jess cooed, unaware of my mood. "Well?"

I turned towards her and Jess's smile faded.

"Rob? What's wrong?"

Her eyes dropped down to my open fly and the now flaccid penis still clamped tightly in my right hand. A smile crinkled the corners of her mouth and she let out a roguish titter.

"Did you shoot your load and make a mess of your computer already? Naughty boy!"

"No Jess," I replied, shaking my head slightly. "Not this time."

I searched for the right words to say to my beautiful wife, words to express how I felt without offending her. It was hard. I felt foolish being made to feel insecure by a rubber toy, especially as the idea behind buying it had been so that Jess could use it on me - an idea I loved. So this jealousy, this feeling that I wasn't needed; it was irrational and completely unfounded, right? So why was it stuck in my head refusing to budge?

"Rob?" Jess asked again, walking around my chair so that she was facing me.

I took a deep breath, "do you love me Jess?" 

"Love you? Of course I love you." Jess frowned, "what's going on?"

"I don't know. It's this I suppose." I gestured towards the lap-top where on-screen Jess was now panting with exhaustion having brought herself to a second bone shattering orgasm with the aid of my rubber rival.

Jess looked bemused. "That? That was meant to be fun. I thought it would turn you on...Rob?"

"It did, Jess, it does. Fuck, Jess, I love the idea of you using your toy on me, but..."

"But what?" she asked, closing the lid of the computer as she spoke.

Ok, how could I phrase this delicately? "Jess," I began, "do I still turn you on?"

"What?"

"Am I enough for you?"

"Rob, I..."

I held a finger to her lips to silence her. "Without the sex aids. Do I still arouse you without the dildos, without the nylons, the pissing and that fucking whip? Do I turn you on as much as that filthy porn you watch!"

"Porn?! I..."

"Yes, porn - don't deny it Jess, I've seen you! You surf watersports sights on your phone!" I stated accusingly.

Jess looked horrified. She took a step away from me her expression like that of a puppy who'd just been scolded for peeing on the carpet. 

I felt awful. What was I chastising her for? I should be on my way upstairs with her right now. I should be merrily slapping on the lube up before plunging into a new adventure, a butt fucking escapade of unimaginable pleasure. I'd dreamed about being fucked by Jess. I wanted it. I wanted to know how it felt to have Jess sodomise me and for her to experience an orgasm whilst thrusting her strap-on into my ass. Why was I jeopardising that? Had I gone completely mad?!

"Jess," I said, catching hold of her arm and drawing her in close. "I love you so much but things have gone too far. When was the last time we made love, proper love, just us?"

Jess shrugged and a fat tear rolled down her cheek.

I hugged her tighter, squishing her soft breasts against my chest.

"I can't believe I'm complaining about our sex life Jess," I smiled, "but for once, just once, do you think we could do things the old fashioned way? I need to know that I'm still enough for you."

"Of course you are, silly," Jess sighed, exasperated. "I don't need any toys, or sex aids, Rob, I just like them. I enjoy them even more when you take part. But, you're right, it's all been sex recently; we haven't made love for quite a while. So, ok, tonight I'm all yours. No games. I'd far rather have your hot, fat cock inside me than some cold rubber dildo anyway. You are far more satisfying."

"I'm glad to hear it, Jess," I sighed, kissing her slender neck.

"I still want to fuck you though, Robert. I want to see that big cock of mine disappear right up your tight little ass!"

"Oh Jess, you demon!" I groaned. 

My cock gave an almighty twitch and sprang back to life, a fact that didn't escape Jess's notice. She grinned at me playfully.

"Ok, you got me!" I laughed, "I want it, but I want this more. Make love to me Jess, right now. You and me, naked in bed, screwing the traditional way."

Jess let out a long sigh. "Oh Rob, my poor darling - I'm not that sort of girl and you know it! Yes I'll screw you, but in bed, naked, the traditional way? Fuck that! I don't think so!"

Jess took my face between her carefully manicured fingers. Her soft red lips met mine with a kiss so tender it melted me. Her lips parted and I tasted her sweet, hot breath as her tongue slipped inside my mouth. She hitched her tight skirt upwards over her slender thighs and straddled my lap. Her legs were swathed in nude nylons; hold-ups, with wide lacy tops which encircled her shapely thighs.

"Oops! Forgot about those," she breathed. 

My hands targeted them, stroking the silky material and tweaking the lacy tops. My erection hardened rapidly. 

"I'd better take those off," she teased.

"NO, no...no need. Keep them on," I protested. I had to concede that Jess was right; we didn't need the sex aids but they were fun! "I want you Jess," I grunted as my balls began to tighten and my now solid penis sprang forwards ready for action.

Jess smiled the most seductive, sexy smile. She flicked her leg agilely over my body and turned to face the table, hitching her skirt higher to expose her pert rounded bottom. 

"Come on then," she gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

She reached between her legs moving her thin thong aside to expose her slit to me. It was dripping, oozing with silvery moisture, primed for the entrance of my cock. 

I didn't need to be asked twice. I kicked my trousers and boxers off and positioned myself behind her, feeling her hot juices sizzling on my throbbing, purple cock head. 

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," I proclaimed as I pushed my cock past her moist pussy lips and drove it forcefully inside her. 

She felt so good. She was hot, wet and her cunt muscles gripped me as soon as I entered her. I stabbed hard, holding tightly to her shapely hips and driving myself deep inside as Jess locked her arms against the table and pushed back against me. I felt her body begin to quake and heard her breathing quicken as my penis filled her and stroked her, faster, harder. 

"Ooh, you feel good, just right. Oh yes, there, more of that," she murmured as my cock pounded her.

The squelching sounds from Jess's cunt grew louder the more I fucked her, as did Jess's moans. She was highly aroused and all that was stimulating her was me, nothing else, just me and my fat cock. I was enough for her and that was enough for me. I let go. The pressure in my balls was released as my sperm catapulted from within them and fired deep inside my wife's hot tunnel. I pushed further as I came, crying out with the sheer pleasure of my release and the scorching heat of Jess' body on my cock. 

Jess began to twitch violently. Her cunt muscles went into spasm, gripping me even tighter and squeezing every last drop of cum from my spurting penis. The two of us came together, both of us jerking out our orgasms with force. 

Climax over I collapsed, panting, over Jess' back. Her silk blouse was damp with perspiration and she was breathing as hard as me. I withdrew slowly, loving the way she deliberately contracted her muscles as I removed my slowly deflating manhood from deep inside her. Jess turned to face me and we wrapped our arms around each other.

"I love you Jess," I whispered breathlessly, kissing her beautiful face and neck.

"Me too, and you are enough. I'd be lost without you."

"I'm sorry Jess," I uttered feeling even more foolish. "Look, Jess," I added hesitantly, "this new toy of yours..."

"...can go to the back of my wardrobe and stay there."

"No Jess, I don't want that." 

I didn't. Not anymore. My spent penis stuttered back to life as images of screen goddess Jess wearing her strapless strap-on flooded into my mind. I imagined her moving up behind me, pushing her rubber cock against my puckered anal sphincter and pushing gently, easing the penis inside as I relaxed and took it. I was no longer jealous of that substantial artificial erection; I wanted it. Jess had proved to me that my insecurities were unfounded so now I was ready for that ass fucking, and how I wanted it! 

But I'd blown my chances hadn't I? Jess wouldn't fuck me now.

"Jess?" I asked cautiously.

"Yes?" she mewed.

"Jess, do you think..."

"...that I could fuck you hard in the ass with my new cock?" she smiled slyly. Her face exploded into a Cheshire Cat grin. "Do you want me to?"

I felt light headed for a second as all the blood rushed straight to my penis sending it skyward. Jess took my re-animated cock between her soft, manicured fingers and stroked it gently.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," she smirked. 

I lost the power of speech as Jess took a firm hold of my rapidly swelling cock and led me away towards the stairs. I was about to be fucked in the ass and not with a beer bottle, or a finger, but with a fat eight inch cock which would be protruding from my wife's wet vagina. Oh fuck, oh fuck -- this couldn't be happening! My anticipation made me tremble.

"Are you nervous?" Jess asked to which I shook my head.

Lies! Of course I was nervous, but excited too. 

Jess led me to our bedroom and deposited me on the bed. I began to loosen the tie I was still wearing and undo my shirt buttons, but Jess stopped me.

"No, keep it on. I want to fuck a man, well, on the top half at least. Here." She tossed a soft package at me which I caught deftly. Stockings; hold ups, extra-large, in my favourite gossamer thin black mesh. I looked up at her in wonderment.

Jess nodded. "Go on, unless you'd prefer not to?"

Not to? Was she mad? Jess had never bought nylons for me before and her gesture surprised me. "Thanks Jess," I uttered. "You'll keep yours on too, won't you?" I asked as I noticed Jess removing her clothing.

"Oh yes," she smiled, "but only them."

"Oh Jess," I moaned as my luscious wife removed her blouse, undoing it slowly and slipping it off. Her skirt and thong came off next joining the blouse on the floor. Her bra joined the pile last. Jess rubbed her skin where the bra strap had dug in and ran her hands across her hardened nipples. 

"Let me suck you," I begged eying up her enlarged areolas and longing to taste their bumpy saltiness.

"Wait," she urged, "I want to insert my cock first."

Now that was a very surreal sentence to hear my wife say and one I won't forget in a while! 

I lay back on the pillows and slid on my new stockings, careful not to ladder them as I eased them up my muscular legs. The elasticated tops gripped my thighs with force but the wide lacy band looked divine against my pale skin and the texture of rubber and lace was driving me wild. I ran my fingers lightly over my nylon clad legs then cautiously allowed myself a few hard strokes of my now dangerously swollen penis. 

Jess watched me with an approving look before retrieving her new toy from her bedside cabinet. She waved it at me before carefully inserting the shorter, more bulbous, end into her vagina. She was still very wet and it slid in easily. Jess giggled as she shuffled across the bed towards me, the purple cock sticking out from between her thighs, gripped in place by pelvic muscles I knew to be strong.

"Takes a bit of practice to keep it in!" she tittered.

It looked tricky, but Jess was managing beautifully.

"Now you may suck my nipples," she breathed as she hovered over me, her rubber cock brushing my own hardened manhood.

How bizarre. I sucked at my wife's nipples, as I had done a thousand times before but never had it felt like that. Her cock pushed up against mine and as it did so Jess groaned.

"It's moving against my g-spot," she murmured, her eyes half closed as she relished the sensations within her body and the swirling rasps of my tongue on her sensitive nipples.

"I need to fuck you," she groaned. "I'm desperate to."

I hesitated. I stroked her rubber cock and giggled it a bit, making her moan with renewed longing. The rubber was strangely warm to the touch and had far more give than I had expected, but it was heavy; a solid piece of moulded rubber, both long and fat. I had my doubts about taking that inside me. I'd never been penetrated with anything so large.

Jess read my worried expression. "I'll be gentle," she assured me, her stunning green eyes locking with mine.

"Lube?" I asked nervously.

"Don't worry, it's taken care of. Now turn over and relax. You're going to love this!"

I did as I was told, flipping onto my front and adopting a crouching position. I hugged a fat pillow as I presented my ass to Jess; naked, exposed and about to be sodomised! I shut my eyes and concentrated on controlling my rapid breathing as I felt something warm push up against my tightly closed sphincter. The warmth felt fleshy, not rubberised and for a moment I didn't recognise the sensation. There it was again; wet, licking, pushing, probing...Jess was licking me. It was her tongue I could feel on my ass! Her slippery saliva covered my hole as her tongue worked away at my opening, warming it, soaking it, making it relax and open. 

I felt myself give, just a tiny bit; my hole no longer clamped shut. Something penetrated me, sliding slowly inside me then out again. Jess's finger, wet with saliva, gently stroked my ass into compliance. 

"Oh Jess..." I uttered as she repeated the penetration with two fingers, then three. I felt them inside me, inside my tight passage, filling me. Her fingers glanced across my prostate gland triggering a spasm in my penis. The arousal of my cock and balls, without any external stimulation, was a sensation entirely alien to me but it felt fantastic and I longed for more.

"Fuck me Jess" I moaned. "Fuck me hard, I'm ready. Fill me"

Jess uttered an almost feral moan which was followed by the cold sting of lube on my ass. Her fingers penetrated me again, three fingers, four. Jess moved up behind me, her thighs pushing against mine. The rubber cock pressed against my puckered opening, pushing harder, begging for entrance. I relaxed and let it in.

"Ahhh! Jess!" 

The moment of penetration almost triggered my orgasm there and then and only my determination to prolong the experience kept it from happening. I had never experienced anything like it! Jess drove the rubber cock deep inside me in one long, fluid movement. I was filled completely whilst my prostate was stroked, hard. My trembling arms gripped the pillow tightly as Jess put her weight into the thrust sending me forwards. I pushed back, forcing her penis deeper.

"Oh Rob, I'm fucking you! I'm actually fucking you!" she cried. "Do you like it Rob? Do you?" Jess pulled the rubber cock back and thrust again, deep into my tight hole.

"Yes, I love it!" I wailed as pain and pleasure engulfed me with equal force.

"Am I hurting you?" 

"No. Do it harder. I want it harder. Fuck me hard Jess!"

The thrill of being fervently fucked with a full sized dick took over my whole being. I wanted to be fucked; fucked and fucked until my already bursting cock spewed its creamy load all over the clean white bedspread beneath me.

"Ok, hold on!" warned Jess. "Here goes!"

My darling wife ceased to exercise restraint and let rip. She pounded the dildo deep inside my ass, rubbing my prostate with increasing force and speed. She ground her hips against my ass cheeks as she rammed the dildo into me, hard.

I loved it. I gripped the pillow, clenched my teeth and let her ride me. I loved the grunts she made as she drove her penis deep into my ass. I loved the squishing sound her cunt made as the other end of the dildo stimulated her g-spot. I loved the sensation of fullness I received and how strange it felt to be brought to climax from within, with nothing touching my burning penis. 

"Ahhhh! I'm coming!" I screamed. "I'm coming now!"

My balls contracted and my penis exploded showering a spray of sticky white cream down onto the bed. A second wave hit me, tensing every muscle in my body as more white juices splattered out.

Jess continued to fuck me as I came, her loins moving in a circular motion so as to gain maximum stimulation for herself. Her body shuddered, the thrusting stopped and her fingernails dug into my thighs as spasms of her own ripped through her. She bucked and thrashed, her head thrown backwards as the ecstatic waves of her orgasm rocked her. I marvelled at her stamina -- my orgasm had lasted longer than usual but hers was simply phenomenal!

Finally spent, Jess collapsed over my back in a most peculiar role reversal. I smiled to myself as she gently withdrew and rolled onto her back breathing hard. The purple cock still protruded from her slit and I made no attempt to remove it. 

I crumpled onto the bed beside her, a huge smile on my face.

"Well," panted Jess, stroking her cock gently. "Do you like my new toy?"

I nodded, too tired to answer.

"Better than the whip, huh?" she winked. "I'll put that away."

"No Jess, keep it for special occasions. I like it, just not all the time. This, however..."

Jess smiled, "so long as it's only my cock you want!"

"Oh yes, Jess, only yours, only you."

Jess grinned. "Good. So what now? How do we top this?"

I groaned and grinned at her. "I have no idea! I love you, Jess," I sighed contentedly, "I'm a very lucky man."