2 comments/ 27924 views/ 14 favorites The Magic Kingdom: The Party By: Andyhm This story is the first in a series' of standalone prequels to the dirty old man series; it introduces some of the core characters who will appear again later. There is a lot of me and people I know in this story, but it's not strictly autobiographical. This one is set in Riyadh in the summer of 1984. Many thanks to Romantic1, your insights are what made this story possible. *************************************** I had been entertained for the last hour of the flight by the constant stream of young attractive Arabic women entering the toilets in western clothing and exiting in the traditional Arabic dress. The very pretty girl in the business class seat beside mine had spent most of the flight telling me about her last year at a finishing school in Switzerland and generally flirting and rubbing her leg up against mine. I was seriously thinking of getting her number and inviting her to a party, when forty minutes before we landed, she joined the exodus to the toilets and reappeared fully covered by a black abya. Opps I thought, rule one, don't mess with the local girls. I had thought she was a fellow expat. With a lurch and a rattle of the overhead bins the Saudia Airlines Jumbo landed at Riyadh airport. My first vacation was over, and I was back in the magic kingdom. The plane came to a halt at the civilian terminal; the airport was close to the centre of town and shared the runway with the Saudi air force. The mad rush to deplane began and I grabbed my carry on and moved to the front of the plane and down the stairs to the waiting busses, it was eight o'clock in the evening and it was still twenty-five degrees. The bus took us the 300 yards to the terminal and I joined my first queue of the evening, passport control. When I finally reached the front I handed over my passport and immigration form and I got the stamp that cancelled my exit/re-entry visa. I found my suitcase on the carousel, and again joined another queue, this time customs. Now if you have never been to Saudi, it's difficult to fully describe the pain that getting through the custom hall caused. The custom officers would go through everything, and I mean everything. I watched them pull the heels off the cowboy boots the guy in front of me was wearing, and then they started on my bags. Everything was tipped out and rummaged through, my bags got the all important chalk mark, and I was left to repack. I exited the customs hall and saw Jeff my flat mate standing there, "Good to see you Andy," he said. And that's me, Andrew; Andy to my friends. I'm twenty four years old, nearly six foot tall, one hundred and forty pounds in my socks, with light brown hair, a close trimmed beard I grew as a bet four years ago and blue eyes. I'm a senior physio at the military hospital, the same place that Jeff's a radiographer. It's the end of August and the year is 1984, and George Orwell's future has yet to appear. "Get me out of here," I told him. "The truck's over there," he said pointing at the car park. "Thanks for letting me use it while you were away." We walked up to my blue and white Blazer, I'd got it cheep a few months ago from a guy who had to leave the kingdom in a hurry. "I'm tired, can you drive," I asked Jeff. "There's a cold drink in the centre box," I was told. "So how was the holiday," he asked. I grabbed the can and pulled the tab, and swallowed deeply, there had been no air conditioning in the airport and I was gasping "Not bloody long enough for a start, and I found out that my parents are swingers!" "What! You're kidding." "No, you remember I was going to stay at their place in the south of France." "Yep." "It's a great place in the hills above Frejus on the south coast, it's one of a small group of villas all owned by Brits, and it seems that every three or four days there's a swingers party at one or another of the villas. "Christ, what did you do," he asked. "What do you think I did, I joined in of course." "How old were they," he asked. "All ages, mostly couples in their forties but there were a couple of girls my age there. They were friends of one of the daughters, and I hung out with them most of the time. Mind you most of the older women were very tasty and very experienced. The things they would do would knock your socks off Jeff." "Shit, I hate you, Jill's been on nights the past two weeks and I've barely seen her." Gillian is his girlfriend and a nurse on ICU. "Oh and Julia wanted to know when you got back, she slept over in your room a couple of times after parties." Julia and I first met in London, and we had both trained at the same hospital, me as a physiotherapist and her as a pharmacist. We tried going steady but found that it just didn't work, but we did work as best friends and occasional fuck buddies. After we graduated we got jobs in London, and became flat mates, two guys and three girls, fun times! We both loved to travel and would take holidays together, a mate of mine told us about the Saudi contracts and the great travel benefits, and they sounded just what we were looking for. The recruitment agency had places, we applied and were accepted; so three month later we were Saudi bound. We weren't able to take our first leave together, so Julia had gone home a month earlier and as she flew back, I flew out. "Home James," I told him and we entered the madness known as Saudi traffic. We lived in a block of flats that the hospital owns known locally as Iskan Five, it was a mix of large one and two bedrooms apartments, and catered for married couples and single men. The Saudis believed in segregation just as much as we believed in cohabitation, so as the great Sherlock Holmes said, the games afoot Watson, and sneaking the girls in, became an art form. Our latest coup was obtaining the master key for the flats from a mate in security so we were able to bypass the security desk. We parked in the garage in the basement having only had two close calls on the way, less than average, and used the master key to access the service lift, and made our way to the sixth floor and our flat. Which was empty, damn it. "Oh yes I was supposed to tell you she will met you at Welsh John's party," Jeff said. "And where is it?" I asked. "In 307,"he replied. "Ok, I'm going to grab a quick shower and get changed; I will see you there in twenty minutes." I went off to my room and I could see evidence of Julia's occupation scattered all over the room. Twenty minutes later, feeling a lot cleaner and fresher I knocked on John's door, and the man himself opened it. The room was heaving, and the party was in full swing, the way only Saudi parties can be. I grabbed a glass of something alcoholic from the bar, Christ knows what it was supposed to be, and looked around for the gang. I think that there was a theme to the party as the balcony and half the lounge seemed to be covered in sand and a lot of the men were in garish Hawaiian shirts and the women seemed to be competing for the smallest bikini. There was a tap on my shoulder and I turned to see Lisa a fellow physio dressed in a grass skirt and a coconut shell bra standing there. "When did you get back, I thought you were on leave?" "Err, just now, and are you wearing anything under that skirt?" She smiled at me, and took my hand and slipped it under the skirt, and I fondled her shaven pussy. "Does that answer your question?" "So what's the party for?" I asked her. "It's a Hawaiian beach party, and I have no idea why? But its fun and I love dressing like this." "I have no complaints, where's the boyfriend," I asked. "Dumped his sorry little ass, last week, and look at all these losers, not a decent one amongst them. I don't suppose you are looking?" she said hopefully. "Sorry I'm sort of promised to Julia for tonight," I told her then asked, "Have you seen Jeff anywhere?" "Last seen heading in the direction of the bedroom with Jill," she told me. The room was so crowded you could barely see ten feet in any direction, and I couldn't see Julia anywhere, so I headed in the direction of the bedrooms. Dave, John's flat mate was guarding the door of the master bedroom with his girlfriend on his lap, and stopped me entering, "Can't go in Andy unless you have a partner," he told me. "Don't really want to go in," I said, "I'm looking for Jeff and Julia?" "I haven't seen Julia, but Jeff's in there with his girlfriend." "That's cool; when he comes out let him know I'm here will you?" "Will do." I turned to go back to the main party, and then decided to check out the other bedroom, "same rules?" I asked Dave, nodding at the other door. He shook his head so I opened the door and went in, I'd found the chill out room. There was fifteen or so bodies lying around, and there was Julia, smoking a joint, in a little black dress, sitting cross legged flashing her skimpy black nickers to all and sundry. There was a good-looking guy sitting next to her hitting on her, so I let her see me, to see if she wanted rescuing. She smiled as she saw me and grimaced at the guy beside her, so I dropped down to her other side, and pulled her into a big kiss. "I missed you darling, you look wonderful," I told her, "god it's been a whole month. How was your holiday, did you met anyone interesting?" It was fun watching the poor guy on her other side look totally pissed off; he must of really thought he was on to a sure thing. He manned up and lent across Julia and introduced himself, he was Simon a locum anaesthetist, here for three months, and this was his first Saudi party. "And you are?" he asked. I smiled at him, "I'm Andy and I'm Julia's part time boyfriend." "Part time lover you mean," Julia said. "That as well," I agreed. Then I had a thought. "Simon wait here, I think I know the perfect girl for you." I got up and disappeared into the throng and returned five minutes later with Lisa in tow. "Simon meet Lisa, Lisa this is Simon, he's a locum anaesthetist." Simon's eyes were on stalks as he realised that Lisa wasn't wearing anything under her grass skirt, and being aware of Lisa's goal of marrying a doctor I thought this could work out. Lisa dragged him off to the main room, blowing me a kiss as she left. "Thank you, I didn't think he was ever going to take the hint and leave me alone," she said, as she curled up against me, "and, yes I met two nice guys and I spent a whole weekend in bed with them, and Jeff says you had an interesting time as well." "Oh, did he. Well it's true, shall we swap stories later?" I asked. "Don't we always, can we leave?" she said, "I was only hanging around until you got here." I stood and helped her up, she put her arms around me and ground her pelvis into my groin, and I responded the only way a gentleman could, I groped her ass, and got nice and hard. "Hold that thought," she said, and we slowly worked our way across the room. We had to stop every few feet and say hello to friends and work colleagues, but finally we reached the door and freedom. We stood in my bedroom and we just looked at each other. We have this unusual relationship, the best description is that I was her part time boyfriend when it suits her and she is mine when it suits me. We knew that we would intersperse busts of intense sex with long periods of abstinence. Julia came up with the best description, best fucking friends ever. We weren't right for the long-term relationship, we'd tried it and it failed miserably. We'd both had many other lovers over the years, we'd even shared a couple, and we kept nothing from each other. I had held her hand through her break ups, and slept at her side in hospital for days after her bike accident. And she had done the same for me countless times. Our Saudi time had strengthened the relationship, and our dependence to each other, but we both knew that one day we would each find our ideal partner and our lives would change. Somehow I think we both suspected that even then we would never lose our attraction to each other. "Hi there, I missed you," I told her. "Me too." "It's odd," she continued, "this is the first time in years I was completely isolated from you, and I didn't like it, I couldn't even call you." "I know, it felt weird." "Sod it, I need you," she said, "Please fuck me." And she turned so I could reach the zip on the dress, and slip it off her. I shed my shirt, jeans and briefs in double quick time, and then removed her panties. Julia is beautiful, she is tall five foot ten and has ash blond shoulder length hair; her breasts are medium size, firm and uplifting, her nipples standing proud from her dark areole. "I've got to show you this," I told her, "one of the women in France showed me." I got her to lie back and opened her legs and gently eased two fingers inside her. She was already nice and wet, I bent my fingers upwards and began feeling for her G spot. "This is nice, but nothing special," she told me. "Just wait," I said, "you'll know it when I find it." My fingertips kept searching and then finally I felt that subtle change in the texture of her inner wall that meant I'd found it. I massaged it as I'd been shown, and Julia jumped and cried out in pleasure. "What the fuck is that," she gasped, "and for fuck's sake don't stop, it's amazing." "It's called your G spot." And I continued to rub it and use my thumb on her protruding clit as I'd been shown. "I don't care what it's fucking called just keep doing whatever it is, oh fuck, oh fuck, FUCK, I'm cumming," she screamed, and her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. She looked at me in amazement, "Please tell me you can do that again." "Yes. And it gets easier the more aroused you are." She looked at me, "you have to take me with you the next time you go to France, and did you learn anything else?" She asked. "Damn it, you always were the best lover I'd had, but this was amazing." "I'm invited back next summer, want to come?" "Hell yes." God, I really owed Silvia, the woman in France, so much for spending a whole afternoon teaching me all the mysteries that surrounded the female body, she taught me the G spot, the A spot, how to and not to touch a woman's erogenous zones, how to suck, lick and nibble. How women like men to perform cunnilingus, which by the way isn't the way men think they should do it. I thought I knew it all, but I hadn't; best afternoon ever! We lay together with our hands constantly moving over each other as we caught up on our news. "So, two men at the same time, do tell." "It was a really cool weekend; I met them at my cousin's wedding. They were a couple of his university mates, and we were seated at the same table. I was missing you and feeling ultra randy, and they weren't bad looking, but very nervous when I came on to them." "Don't tell me you raped them," I laughed. "As near as, damn it," she said, "I couldn't make my mind up as to which one to pick, and they were just like the last two in games class, both praying that they won't be the one left to the end when the teams are picked!" I laughed, "So what did you do?" "It was so funny, we were all dancing together, I was rubbing up against them, and they were both rock hard. They both felt a reasonable size, so I took hold of them through their trousers, one in each hand and dragged them off to my room. I swear I heard one of ask me not to hurt him!" "And did you?" "No silly, I just fucked their brains out from Saturday night to Monday morning." "What, no breaks at all?" "If we got hungry or thirsty I would send one them to get supplies and hold the other hostage." I laughed as I pictured the scene in my mind, and decided that I needed her right then; my cock had been steadily growing harder as she told her story. I looked at her and she knew what I was thinking, and she opened her legs and pulled me on top of her. She took hold of my hard cock and eased it between her pussy lips, and urged me in. I slid into her wet channel, feeling the muscles shift and ripple as they adjusted to my girth and length. Our hips and pelvises rocked driving my cock into and out of her velvety vagina. Julia wrapped her legs around me and used her heels to urge me on. I was kissing her face, neck and ear lobes, and we were both moaning with pleasure. I felt like a man possessed and kept increasing the pace, and Julia was writhing below me. I got a thumb on her clit and massage her some as we fucked. I felt the muscles in her cunt tighten as she came and cried out, but I wasn't ready so I carried on thrusting for several more minutes. Her orgasms kept coming as I was triggering new ones ever few moments, and she was clutching me tight as she kept crying out. I felt my impending orgasm begin to wash out of my balls and shoot into her. I arched my back for the final deep thrust, and my cum flooded out to fill her. "That was fucking brilliant," she said after she got her breath back. "You need to go away more often if that what I get when you come back to me." "It was your story that turned me on," I managed to gasp out. I slid out of her as I shrank, and she curled up on her side, and I cuddled her from behind and we relaxed and fell asleep. ***************************** It was Friday the next day and we didn't get out of bed until early afternoon. I had spent the morning showing her some of the other interesting techniques I had discovered in France, until thirst had forced us up. We spent the rest of the day lazing about the flat in various states of undress with Jeff and Gillian. Jill is petite five foot two with short black hair and the girls favoured long tee shirts stolen from us without anything on under them; Jeff and I preferred shorts and sport shirts when we could be bothered to wear anything. We lounged around watching videos and planning Julia's birthday party we were hosting the following weekend. I need to point out that in Saudi our weekend was Thursday and Friday - so we were planning the party for Thursday. Julia didn't want a free for all so we had decided to make it invite only, limit the numbers, and have an even number of both sexes. Interestingly the invites were only for the women but they had to bring a man, no invite no admittance was the rule. "So what have you decided on," I asked her, as I knew she'd been busy planning all the time I'd been away. "I gave the last invites out last night and with the four of us that makes forty four in total, I've chosen the theme and all the women have strict instructions on what to wear." I hadn't known that it was to be themed or that there was a dress code, "Err, what are we going to be wearing," I asked. "All the men need to be in thobes; they can change when they arrive, and it's a secret from the men what the women are wearing, but they all had to agree to the dress code and understand what to expect before they got an invite," she said, then asked, "Have we got enough drink for that many?" Jeff spoke up, "more than enough, we had thought you were going to invite a lot more so we have over a hundred litres of wine, five cases of beer, and Andy's picking up a case of Sid on Tuesday from Arabian homes." Alcohol is illegal in Saudi so we all got a bit creative, Jeff and I usually had at least one, twenty-five litre jerry can of wine brewing at any time, it's funny you go to the supermarket and the grape juice, sugar, yeast and jerry cans are all on one isle, talk about one stop shopping. We would trade some for home brew beer, as ours was never any good. Sid is the local version of moonshine, and I had a contact at one of the compounds who had promised me a case. "The food's all organised, we just need you two to decorate the flat," Jill told us., "We want large floor cushions scattered all over and lots of fairy lights and candles everywhere. It needs to be dark and magical." The Magic Kingdom: The Party "That means a trip to the electrical suq," I told them, "I'll do it tomorrow evening. Where do we get the cushions from?" "That's ok I found a load of very cheap ones in the carpet suq," Jeff said. "They're in my room, all forty five of them, we've been christening them!" "That sounds like fun. What music do you want? I brought some tapes back with me." The girls pounced on them, "Goody, we will check them out later, but we need one special one for later on." Jill told us, "The music needs to be haunting and sensual." "Just what are you planning, One Thousand and One Nights, or what?" The girls looked at each other and grinned, "Close but even better, you will just have to wait and see, you won't be disappointed" "Are we going to eat in or do you want to go out?" I asked changing the subject. The girls couldn't be bothered to get dressed so we sent Jeff out to the local shawarma shop and he came back with a dozen shawarmas, and some hummus, and falafels. We settled down with the food, a bottle of wine and Jeff put Debbie Does Dallas on the video and we played our favourite game, we muted the sound and acted out our own dialogue, I mean the scenes are so artificial and the dialogue forced, our version was so much better and promoted audience participation. At one point Jeff smeared hummus on both of the girls breasts and he cleaned the right ones and me the left. I'm proud of my work and I had to keep going back to ensure I had remove all trace of the hummus. By the time the final credits appeared Jeff and I had dragged a pile of the cushions into the lounge, and both girls were well on their way to their second orgasm. After her first, Julia had told Jill about the 'G spot thingy' and how fucking amazing it was, and Jill had insisted I needed to show her. So while Julia entertained Jeff's tongue between her thighs, I slipped my fingers into Jill's wet and silky soft cunt and began my search for that elusive zone of pure pleasure. It took a few moments to locate it, her response was immediate. She tried to push down on my fingers as she cried out. "Holy fuck that's fantastic ...fuck, fuck, keep doing that! Don't you fucking dare stop." Her words trailed off into a stream of incoherent mumblings and moans as I kept my fingers moving. My thumb was resting on her clit and I could feel it grow beneath it, I pressed down as I continued to caress her G spot. Both girls were crying out, but the action of my thumb on Jill's clit pushed her over the edge first, with a scream of pleasure. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuucccck, ohhh fuuuuuucck." Her whole body shook in the aftermath of her orgasm, and pussy juice flooded out over my fingers. "Christ you have to teach Jeff that," she sobbed as she got her breath back. In the background I could hear Julia whimpering as she came, and as Jeff's head appeared above her thighs we could see her juice smeared over his chin, lips and nose. "Teach me what?" He asked. "Whatever the fuck he just did to me, that's what?" He rolled over to us and gave me an inquiring look, "So what do I do?" I looked at him and couldn't resist pulling his leg, "I'm not sure young grasshopper that you are ready to learn these advanced sexual techniques from your grandmaster, remember with great pleasure comes great responsibility." I quickly regretted it as Jill smacked the back of my head hard and told me to get on with, Christ she's got a wicked right hand when she's pissed. So I explained the principle to him, demonstrated the position his fingers should be in and warned him that the change in the texture of the vaginal wall was very subtle. So with Julia and me as interested spectators, Jeff tried to find Jill's G spot. It was a bit surreal, Jill propped up on the cushions so she could see, and Jeff with a look of total concentration plastered across his face and the first two fingers of his right hand deep inside her vagina. It sort of reminded me of the endless anatomy lectures I'd sat through during my training. "No, no, no, may be, no." Jeff looked at me pleadingly, "I can't feel any change, you are going it have to show me." So with an apologetic glance at Jill I managed to slide one finger up beside his, it was a tight fit and I don't think that Jill was too pleased but with my prior knowledge I was able to find it quickly. "Fuck yes that's it," Jill groaned "It's under my finger tip," I told him, his finger moved beside mine and as I removed mine, his slid into place. "Shit, I feel it now," he said. "Don't you fucking move it," Jill cried out, "not until I cum." Now I've been in a lot of group sex situations but usually I'm rather preoccupied or completely out of it, so it was fascinating to watch Jill's orgasm evolve. Her clitoris was growing and rising from the clitoral hood, her nipples were hard, and she had a coital blush spreading down from her neck to her breasts. Julia and I looked at each other and we moved either side of her and we each took a nipple in our mouths and sucked. It was a bit like fireworks night, light the blue paper and retire quickly. Jill convulsed as she came with a loud scream, her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she was completely out of it. "Grasshopper I think you have learnt your lesson well," and that was it, from that time onwards in private, Jeff always referred to me as grandmaster, and I called him grasshopper. Jill recovered after a few moments and crawled over to me and gave me a big kiss "I will be your sex slave forever for teaching him that," she told me, "That was the best orgasm I've ever had." "Grasshopper is a good pupil." She laughed "Jeff take me to bed, you may practice all night just don't wake me in the morning when you get up as I'm on a late tomorrow," Jill said, as she stood and led him to their room. "What shift are you on tomorrow?" I asked Julia. "I'm on an early, the same as you." "You want to drive in with us?" "No, I'll take the shuttle; it's safer, in case you get stopped." The hospital ran a shuttle service to all the external housing, and the police or the mutawa (the religious police) would never stop it. Julia as a senior pharmacist had a flat in the hospital grounds, useful when I was on call, but that meant she had no reason to be commuting to work. "Ok you get first dibs on the shower then." As a senior Physio I was entitled to a single flat, but when I arrived there were none spare so I was given this one and Jeff as a flat mate, so I pulled rank and claimed the master bedroom with its own large shower room. We cleaned up quickly and headed off to bed, I was so tired with the events of the weekend, and I think I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke to an empty bed and the sound of the shower running. My morning woody led me to a wet and soapy Julia and I slipped in behind her and my hands reached round and took hold of her tits. She groaned, "I hoped the sound of the shower would wake you." I kissed the back of her neck, and she bent forward so I could slide into her cunt. I pushed forward between her pussy lips and into her and she growled with pleasure. We both love morning fucks in the shower and we soon had the perfect rhythm going and our cries were intermingling as were our bodies. I felt my orgasm building up and sensed she was close; several hard thrusts later I felt my hot cum burn its way out of my prick and flood into her, and that was enough to send her over the edge. We shuddered in our release, then eased apart and washed the evidence off ready for another day at work. We dressed in our uniforms and grabbed a coffee and sat waiting for Jeff. "I'd marry you," she told me, "but I know we'd be trying to kill each other after six month." "I know." We had discussed a marriage of convenience after we had first arrived, but we knew that even that wouldn't work, I think the problem is that we are so alike. "I'm going to stay at my flat for the next few nights," she told me, "I have things to prepare for the party." "That's ok, call me if you need anything, and I'll meet you at the recreation center for lunch as usual?" "Mmm yes, at twelve ok?" Jeff appeared looking the worse for wear, "Christ she had me practicing on her G-spot all night, and she kept calling me grasshopper." I just laughed and we headed downstairs. We used our master key to bypass security and Julia slipped into the lobby to wait for the bus, we continued down to the basement and drove to work. I parked in my spot and Jeff headed off to the Cath labs, and I to the madness known as the Physio department. *********************************** All the physiotherapists were expats so we had a mixed staff room, and that was my first port of call, I grabbed a coffee, there's no such thing as too much coffee in a hospital. Lisa came and hugged me, "He's gorgeous, and we fucked all weekend, thank you for thinking of me." I shrugged it off, and spent the next half an hour catching up on all the gossip, I've always been able to make friends easily and for some unknown reason women have always seemed to trust me; Julia calls it the Andy syndrome, women will tell me their darkest thoughts within minutes of meeting me. I can't see it myself it's the way it's always been as far as I am concerned. I did get several -- 'we are really looking forward to Julia's party' remarks, followed by a wink and a dirty laugh - which began to unnerve me. Christ what had she got planned? Catherine the superintendent Physio and my boss spotted me, "Thank Christ you're back," she said, "Sally's husband got himself sent home and she gone with him and I need you to fill in for her." Sally was one of the four deputies'. "Why me? There are a lot of more qualified people available?" I said pointing around the room. "Yes, but you were the universal choice, everybody said that they would be happy to work with you. It's a month trial to start, but I've already told HR and recruitment I want you." "Thanks Catherine." "I need you to take over the inpatient team." "How's that going to work? I can't go on the female wards!" "Don't worry the rest of your team is all female, you just need to coordinate," then just for me to hear, "and kick a few butts. Sally let a few things slide, and I need you to get them motivated again." I looked at her questioningly. Catherine said, "Yes that's one of the reasons I chose you, everyone likes you even when you criticize them There's a staff meeting at ten; I will announce your promotion then." The rest of the morning went quickly. I talked to all the team members, Lisa came bouncing up with a 'Hi boss I've always wanted to work under you,' and a wicked smile. I changed a few ward allocations and walked around all the wards to let the ward sisters know of the change. I just made it to the recreation center restaurant on time to meet Julia and two of her co-workers and told her the news. She looked round then gave me a quick hug, "Come to the flat on your way home for a proper celebration," she told me. Her co-workers looked on amused. I know that our unusual relationship was the source of much gossip in the pharmacy. Malcolm, the chef, brought my steak over, and confirmed the food for Thursday with Julia and said that he and Maureen would bring it with them. I told him to call me as they left and I would come down to the basement and we could use the service lift. After work, I nipped over to Julia's flat and we had a celebratory fuck. This was a tradition with us, we would celebrate the important points in our lives with a fuck and the one celebrating got to choose the position, so I had her over the back of the sofa, and we both had a very satisfying orgasm. The rest of the week flew past; I found boxes of illicit Christmas tree lights in the suq and bought twenty. Jeff and I spent two evenings stringing the damn things up. We made a trip to the Arabian homes compound Tuesday evening to pick up the case of Sid, it was supposed to be a quick trip but we ended up sampling the Sid, then four nurses from the Faisal hospital rolled up, and we had an impromptu party. It's all a bit hazy but I woke up early next morning beside a well stacked blond American, whose name I think was Marylou. I think I held up the honour of the British, as she told me and the rest of her friends that I was the best darn fuck she'd ever had and she was in love with me. I got her number and promised to call, I never take a number if I have no intention to call. Thursday rolled round and I had to be in the hospital for the morning to get the paperwork done and work out the rota for the next week. On the way home, I picked Julia up from her flat. She had a big bag with her that she wouldn't let me peak in. I told her about the American nurse with the punch line that she thought I was amazing but I only have a vague recollection of the night. She told me that she'd had a bit of a kiss and a grope with one of the junior doctors, but she couldn't be bothered to take him to bed. "Are you going to call your nurse," she asked. "I took her number so you know I will, probably next week I wouldn't mind a return match when I can remember the details." "Poor baby that must be so frustrating?" We got to the flats and snuck her in. Jeff and Jill were putting the final touches to the decorations; I think the look they were going for was Turkish brothel with a touch of Scheherazade. I was sent down to Welsh Johns to collect his dinner gong, why in Christ name we needed a diner gong was beyond me, also why the hell did he have one in the first place? But Julia had that look in her eye and I know better than question her. I finally got out of my uniform and had a shower and put on shorts and a tee shirt, an original Hard Rock from the late 70s that Eric Clapton had signed and it's my lucky tee shirt. Jeff and I were told that my bedroom was off limits and if I needed anything I better get it then. I got my camera and Julia gave me the thobe I was to wear. "What time are we expecting people to arrive," I asked. It's all on the invite I was told, and one was thrust into my hand as the girls disappeared in to my bedroom and the door was firmly closed. I hadn't seen one before so I read it with interest. The Magic Kingdom: The Party I was lying with my head in Julia's lap stroking Fi's unadorned breast and teasing her nipple. Around me the others were similarly enjoying each other. "Time for another gong," Julia told me, "Can you reach it." I gave the gong a big bash and all round me and throughout the room the women moved their fifth veil, now all of them were naked from the waist up, and most of them were settling down into smaller groups. "Give them another twenty minutes and then give them a sixth gong," Julia asked me. I nodded, and made an agreeing hum. I couldn't talk as I had my mouth full of Fi's breast, and Martin was sucking on one of Julia's breasts, and Susan the other. Jeff and Steve were enjoying Jill's breasts. Jill was lying there moaning in ecstasy. Fiona is a beautiful red head and she has the most exquisite perky firm tits. She works with me, and several months ago we had invited her and Steve for a meal that had turned into a weekend fuck fest. I had just thought that they were a nice couple, but apparently they had been into the swinging scene in Australia, and as the meal proceeded we all realised there was a mutual attraction. Over the weekend we had tried every variation we could think of and that appealed to us. I was sucking on one of her breasts and stroking the other, I could hear her mewling gently, when she bent her head down and whispered in my ear, "Can we stay the night with you and Julia please? I've, we've missed you both." I turned to Julia and whispered the question to her, a big smile lit her face and she nodded enthusiastically and whispered to me that they could stay the whole weekend, and then nodded in the direction of the gong. I gave the news to Fiona and she told me, "Oh fuck yes, please." And she moved to Steve's side to give him the news and he gave me a big smile and a mouthed 'thank you.' I remembered the gong and gave it a loud rap, and again there was movement all around the room as the sixth veil was removed by each woman; I thought about it for a couple of seconds and hit the damn thing again. There were a few gasps from around the room but a few moments later there were twenty-two naked women and quite a few men as their thobes were discarded. I lost mine and curled up between Julia and Fiona. Susan was kneeling beside Julia kissing her and it looked like Martin had taken advantage of Susan's position to slide behind her thighs and penetrate her. I reached over and caressed Julia's breast and nipple. I felt a mouth on my erect cock, and I saw Fiona licking my glans. I looked round and saw Jill on her knees sucking Steve's dick and Jeff was behind her thrusting away. From further afield I could hear the rising sounds of passion Beside me I heard Julia cry out and saw Susan's hand moving between her legs. I lay back and concentrated on Fiona's mouth, she was slowly working her way down my eight inches and I could feel my glans touching the back of her throat and then go even deeper. I ran my hand up Fi's leg until I reached the sexy junction; I felt rather than heard her moan and she spread her thighs to make it easier for me to access her sex. I caressed the lips of her labia, before sliding first one then a second finger between the lips and into her velvet-soft vagina. Fi redoubled her efforts to swallow my whole length, while my fingers sought out her G spot. I found her G spot almost immediately, and she pulled her head back in shock. "What the fuck is that?" She groaned. "Ooooh, fuck. What are you doing to me." Julia looked at her and smiled. "It's your G spot, and it's fucking amazing, just relax and let it happen," she told her and groaned as Susan started sucking her clit. I carried on gently rubbing the G spot and Fiona's legs started shaking, indicating just the effect I desired. "Fuck, that feels soooo good," and Fi started grunting, "Huh, huh, huh, huuuh, huuuh, huuuuuuh, fuck I'm coming so soon!" Fi's cunt spasmed and a gush of girl juice squirted out onto my hand. She looked at me in amazement then she rose up and straddled my hips and with one swift motion and a loud cry impaled herself on my prick wet with her saliva. I felt my glans hit her cervix. She sat there still for a few moments, gently shuddering and collecting her wits. Then with a gentle rocking motion she started to ride me. Fi was small enough that I thought about trying something else I'd learned on my vacation -- getting to her A-spot. I knew I had to adopt just the right angle of entry with a rigid cock, and then search around until I hit the spot just above her cervix. I started to manoeuvre into Fi's pussy, constantly shifting and watching the expression on her face. Finally, I saw Fi's eyes open wide in amazement. She tried to speak but no words came out. I started to swing my cock around inside her rather than resume the pumping action we'd been enjoying. Fi's A-spot orgasm became the talk of the evening. She started to scream, but this after a slow building up of ever increasing volume as the head of my cock rubbed her to a colossal orgasm. Fi exploded, and I worried that the scream might be heard back in Britain. She came and came and came, with girl juice streaming out of her cunt all over me, the pillows, and the carpeting. As the epic climax passed, Fi yanked my body down to hers and plastered her mouth on mine for the hottest kiss of the month. I cuddled Fi to me to allow her to come down from the peak I'd just delivered to her. I glanced around the room and realized we had become the center of attention. Almost everyone had watched Fi's A-spot orgasm, no doubt wondering exactly what I had been doing to the poor woman. Beside me, Julia was shaking her head from side to side and crying out as Susan's tongue brought her to her first orgasm of the night, and from the sound of it the others weren't far behind her. Martin came and a few second later Susan, from the combined efforts of his cock and hand. Jeff cried out as he came and pulled out of Jill and allowed Steve to flip her onto her back and finish himself and her off in a classic missionary, their cries were sweet music. Still pumping slowly in and out of the recovering Fiona, I could feel my balls tightening as I built up to my orgasm. Fiona had gone back to grunting on each stroke as the base of my cock rubbed against her clit, her coital blush was spreading down her chest, and I could feel the muscles in her cunt twitching. "Fuck I'm coming," I warned her. "Don't worry I'm very close," she replied. As an afterthought she added, "Again." Another half a dozen strokes and I came, my jism careening out of my cock and filling her tight cunt, and that triggered her third orgasm of the night. Fi shuddered to a halt and her muscles rippled and clutched at me, her mouth was open in a silent scream, and she collapsed across me. Our group seemed to come to a collective pause, and Julia and I collected drinks and food for all of us. We took a moment to observe and talk to some of the other guests near us who also had reached a temporary pause in their sexual activities. There were several couples still in the throes of passion, but most were enjoying post coital bliss. I found Maureen riding Malcolm and she offered me a breast to suck and I knelt and took her nipple between my lips sucked and teased it helping her along to her orgasm. As it was approaching one in the morning, the girls' curfew cut-off time, many of them were thinking of wrapping up the evening, clothes were retrieved and bodies made presentable, and there was a general exodus. By two only our group and a few of the diehard residents of the other flats in our block were left, and even they were making moves to leave. Thirty minutes later it was just the eight of us. We did a quick clean up round, put the leftover food in the fridge, surprisingly there was very little mess. I loaned tee shirts to Susan and Fiona and the rest put something on, we sat around while we confirmed our sleeping arraignments, Susan and Martin were going to sleep with Jeff and Gillian, and as we had agreed earlier Fiona and Steve were staying with us. We said good night to the others and led Fiona and Steve to our bed. What few clothes we had on disappeared quickly and Julia and I crawled onto the bed and Fi and Steve joined us. Julia whispered to me that she wanted to start with Steve, and she pulled him to her. I sat with my back to the top of the bed and Fiona sat between my legs, lying back on my chest. Finally, she had me describe to her just what I'd done to her earlier with her G-spot and then her A-spot. While we talked I caressed her breasts watched as Julia sucked Steve to a hardness she approved of before she swung one leg over him and sank down on his cock. She groaned as she took his full length inside herself. I love watching Julia make love, she so enthusiastic and single minded, nothing matters except her and her lover's pleasure. Julia was riding Steve with long slow strokes, rotating her pelvis each time his pubis touched her clit, her mouth was open as she moaned and her face was screwed up in concentration. I was licking Fi's neck and ear lobes as we talked and cooed sexy words to each other. "You know there are times at work when I can barely keep my hands off you," she told me, "I don't know what it is about you but I look at you and I'm dripping, I have to keep extra knickers in my locker." I smiled at the mental picture her confession generated and decided I would need to check it out. My hand slid down her body and l let it cup her mons with a finger dipping into her moist slit; it was true she was dripping. I rolled her firm clitoris between my fingers and she gasped. "Fuck, what is it about you that turns me on so much?" she asked. "I dream about you." She shook herself and sat up then turned and faced me, she sat on my lap and guided my cock into her cunt and buried her head into my chest. Her chest was gently shuddering and I realised she was crying, I moved her head so I could see her face and we just sat there motionless with my cock buried to the hilt inside her. "What's the matter gorgeous?" I asked as I kissed her tears away, "Do you want us to stop?" Fi whispered, "God no, I need you. It's just," and she looked at Steve, "I wish I was like him, I enjoy sex with other men, and women, but I really need to like them to consider sex. He'll fuck anything on two legs." She looked horrified, "I'm not talking about Julia." I kissed her to say I understood. "Steve keeps pushing me into uncomfortable situations because he wants to fuck the wife or girlfriend and doesn't care If I don't like the guy, that's why I asked if we could to stay with you two tonight as I love and trust you both. I know he would have found a couple to swing with tonight, and I wanted it to be you, not a stranger. I didn't mind in Australia as we would only swap with friends I knew and liked." "Do you want me to have a word with him?" I whispered. She looked at me undecidedly, "I, err, yes, maybe; oh I don't know. Do you think it would help? I still love him; I don't want to lose him." "I'll find the right time and approach." She looked so relieved that I had to kiss her and she wriggled her hips to remind me we were still connected, and I laughed. We watched as Julia was racing to her orgasm pulling Steve along with her, and they came together with an almighty cry, before collapsing in each other's arms. Fiona grinned, "It's time we joined them." So without us losing contact she rolled onto her back with her legs coming to rest on my shoulders, and I started thrusting slow and deep. Her cry's and my moans were in counterpoint. I felt like a man possessed and that I could last forever yet I was thrusting harder and faster. Her cries were growing louder, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck," and I could feel her orgasm building up. "Huh, huuuuh, huuuuuuh, huuuuuuuuh," she screamed as she came. But I wasn't done and I carried on thrusting and she looked at me in shock and then in awe, and cried out again as her second orgasm followed on the heels of the first, and then a minute later a third. Her body was constantly shuddering, her head was shaking from side to side and her cunt was spasming and gushing pussy juice. I felt my orgasm building up like a great head of steam, and with a last couple of monumental thrusts I came as Fi had her fourth. My jism pulsed out in thick ropes filling her cunt and oozing out past my prick, and pooled beneath her ass. I loved wet sex. I collapsed partly onto Fiona, gasping for breath. I shifted to the side but kept my cock inside her. I felt a hand caress my face and hair, I opened my eye to see Julia's face. "My god that was so hot," she told me before she kissed me. Steve was shaking his head in amazement as he moved to support Fi as she slowly recovered. She looked at me in awe, "I came four times, and I've never done that before." I slid out of her full cunt, and more cum oozed out. "Best fuck ever," she told us all, and then winced "but no more for a while, I'm sore." "Oh, you poor baby," Julia told her and bent down and very gently kissed her pussy lips, and then licked her clean as Fiona smiled down at her Sapphic lover. I staggered to the bathroom for a well-deserved piss and a quick clean up. I met Steve as I returned to the bedroom. "You ok with this," I asked. "Sure," then he shook his head. "I've never seen Fi like this, you were like animals in heat." Well no time like the present I thought, "We need to talk," I said and ushered him back into the lounge. I told him, "Fi told me something tonight. You need to know you are hurting her, not physically, but you've been pushing her into swapping situations that she's been uncomfortable with." He looked at me questioningly, "She doesn't enjoy sex with people she doesn't know or like, and you both need to agree on the couple, like you do with us." "But I thought she was happy?" "No, you were having fun, she was accepting it because she loves you and she doesn't want to lose you. You need to think with your head not your dick, you have a great marriage, don't fuck it up over a fuck." He buried his head in his hands, "I didn't know, I thought she was enjoying it." "Look at tonight and the way she was with us, she likes us and trusts us, and that's why she could let herself go when we fucked. Did she do that with your other recent swaps?" He thought about it for quite some time; "No," he finally said. "It was always a bit emotionless, as though she was going through the motions." I saw Fiona's arms go round him as she appeared beside him and pulled him into a hug and kissed him, "I do so love you, but please don't make me sleep with people I don't like. I enjoy sex with other men, but only if you are with me and I fancy them." He was crying and promised never again; they both had to agree before any more swaps. She looked so relieved, then laughed and told him, "Mind you there is one exception," he raised his eyebrows in a mute question. "For Andy it's a case of any place, any time he wants me." He laughed, "That's one exception I'm happy to agree with." Where's Julia I asked, noticing our missing lover, "Fast asleep," was the reply. "Come on, that's where we all need to be," I told them and we crawled into the bed and curled up in a comforting pile. Within moments Steve and Fiona were asleep, and it wasn't long before I joined them. **************************** I woke up mid-morning. Julia was curled up in my arms and I was pleased to see Fi and Steve cuddled up together still fast asleep. I hoped that they would be OK after last night's brief discussion. Julia stirred and opened her eyes, I kissed the sleep away, and I told her what had happened with Fiona last night. She looked at them and commented that they seemed happy now. "I hope so, let's keep an eye on them for the rest of the weekend," I suggested, then proposed, "What about brunch at the Hyatt?" "That sound like a very good idea," then she stroked my semi hard cock. "You know I never got a chance to play with him last night, and I have an itch that needs scratching right now." She carried on stroking and my prick regained his full potential. Julia gave me a lecherous look, and pointed at her pussy. "That needs scratching please." She rolled over onto her back and I slid between her thighs and plunged into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and as I was thrusting into her, she used her heels to urge me on. "Christ, I love the way you fill me up," she murmured in my ear. "I love the way your vagina wraps itself around my cock," I responded with a smile. "Jesus Christ that feels so good, fuck me harder," she urged. I responded and felt her heels drumming on my back. We were both moaning as I continued plunging into her. I could feel her shake as she had her first gentle orgasm. "Oh god yessss," she cried out, and her heels and arms were urging me harder, faster and deeper. A few moments later I could feel my balls throbbing and my cock quivering as I needed to cum. Julia could sense my need and she urged me too, "Cum baby, cum inside me please, I'm almost there." Her hand slipped between us and she was rubbing her clit and I could feel her pussy clench as her orgasm started. I couldn't hold on any longer and with a final couple of brutal thrusts I was squirting deep inside her, and she cried out as her orgasm rolled over her. We curled up in each other arms. I stared at her for a long time, and then I kissed her on her nose and she wrinkled it up and smiled at me. "I know what we have is special, and I have never felt so comfortable with a woman, but you and I both know that one day we will tear each other apart again." She nodded in agreement, "Let's just enjoy it while it lasts and no regrets afterwards." I kissed her in agreement, "I will never, not love you, you do know that don't you?" And she nodded. "You will always be my first real lover and there will always be a place in my bed for you. I will never forget you," she told me. "Christ, I'm not dead yet," I laughed. "You two have the weirdest relationship," I heard Fiona say from behind me. "We know," Julia said with a laugh. "We thought you were in a committed relationship," Steve told us. "We tried that once, it lasted six months, and we didn't talk for the next three months, then we realised that what we really are is best fucking friends," I told them. "It's knowing that we are not exclusive that makes it amazing for us," Julia completed. I looked at them, "How are you two doing?" Steve looked sheepish, "I hadn't realised how much I was hurting her. I love her, but I was thinking with my dick as you put it. Never again. I'd rather never swap again than lose her." I looked at Fiona and I could read her answer in her face, "I don't think that's what she wants," I told him. "I know she enjoys it too, but it has to be with people she trusts and wants to make love with." She nodded in agreement. "We are going to go to the Hyatt for brunch, care to join us?" I asked. "Please," they responded. I stuck my head into Jeff's room to see if they were interested in joining us, and interrupted a rather convoluted foursome and it looked like they were set for the day, so I closed the door and left them to it. A little later, the four of us crowded into the shower for a mutual clean and cuddle session -- no sex just lots of fun before dressing and heading out to the Hyatt. Afterward our brunch, Steve and Fiona asked us to drop them off at their flat; they needed the time together. When we got back to the flat, Susan and Martin had left and Jill and Jeff were asleep, we curled up on the sofa and fell asleep watching a video. The Magic Kingdom: The Party Getting up for work on Saturday was harder than usual, but we made it. There were a few of my fellow physio's who had a hard time looking me in the face, but then I had seen them naked and in the throes of passion a day or so earlier. Fiona pulled me into an empty office and locked the door. "You know you probably saved my marriage, don't you?" She told me with tears in her eyes, "and now I'm sure I love you." She put her arms round me and kissed my cheek. "Fi, who wouldn't love you?" She smiled, "I meant it when I told Steve that you were the exception to the rule," she took my hand and placed it under her uniform top and on her breast. "Anytime, anywhere," she whispered. We kissed and straightened out our uniforms and went back to work. As was usual with us, after a long period of high emotions Julia and I needed time apart, we would meet up casually, for lunch and coffee but we would sleep in our own flats. These periods usually lasted two to three weeks. I remembered the American nurse Marylou I'd met at the Arabian homes the week before. I called her and she sounded pleased to hear from me, so I invited her over that evening for a drink. I arranged to pick her up from the Faisal accommodation at six. At six, I pulled up at the Faisal and Marylou spotted me and jumped in the truck and we drove to the flats, and we went in through the basement avoiding security. I let her into the flat and she took off her abya; she was wearing a pretty blue short dress, and she looked around in amazement. We hadn't got removed the party lights and the cushions were still scattered in piles. On one of the side tables the wrappers from a couple of condoms still remained. She looked at me closely and suddenly laughed, "Shit I know who you are now, you're THAT Andy; the one who held the seven veils party." "Guilty as charged," I replied; "though it wasn't my party, it was Julia's." She looked a bit surprised, "Julia? Is she your girlfriend?" "Yes, but not in the way you are thinking, we are old and very dear friends who occasionally sleep together." She look sceptical so I felt the need to elaborate; "Seriously, we tried living together, it lasted six months, we didn't talk for the next three, then we realised that what we really are is friends with benefits. Hang on how did you hear about the party?" She laughed, "One of the guys invited works at the Faisal. Everyone has heard about the party." "Shit!" She laughed again and looked a lot more relaxed, I took the time while I got some drinks for us, to look at her more closely, I must admit that I only had a vague recollection of her body (a bottle of Sid will do that to a man, trust me.) Marylou is a bit younger than me and a natural blonde with long hair that falls to the middle of her back, I remembered that, with firm full breasts, I seemed to recall them. She's about five foot eight and slim, the rest I was ready to learn anew. She sat on the sofa with her legs tucked up under her, I gave her a drink, and at her insistence described the party. I switched the party lights on to let her experience the atmosphere, and sat beside her I explained, "So every hour Julia would bang the gong and all the women had to remove a veil," I concluded," by ten almost all of the women had at least one breast exposed, by eleven they were all naked as were half the men." "Did no one refuse?" She asked. "Not a one. Julia was very careful who she invited; those that came knew what to expect." She smiled wistfully, "I wish I'd been invited." "You would have enjoyed it." She wriggled round and curled up on me, and I kissed the back of her neck, she shivered and turned her head and we kissed gently to start with and then more aggressively. I was caressing her through the dress, then she leant forward so I could reach her zip and unzip it, she shrugged it off her shoulders and I helped her slid it down and off her body. She stood and faced me in lacy light blue bikini briefs and bra, her full breasts filled her bra and her firm nipples were showing through the semitransparent material. "Do you think I would have looked good in the veils?" "Yes, but even better naked," I replied in a sincere tone. She smiled at the thought, and I stood to join her. Marylou undid the buttons of my shirt and eased it off my shoulders and onto the floor. She kissed and nibbled my nipples and I groaned as I stroked the soft skin of her back. She looked up at me and whispered, "Take me to bed please. I want to know if you are as good sober as you were drunk." "Better," I promised, and she shivered in my arms in anticipation. I led her by the hand to my room. We stood at the bottom of the bed. I stepped out of my jeans and my erection was pushing out the front of my briefs. She reached behind and un-clasped her bra; I helped her slide it off and bent my head to sucked on a very firm nipple and this time she groaned. We sank down on the bed and she curled up to face me. I was caressing her magnificent boobs, she looked me in the eye and whispered, "This is not like me, until I met you I'd slept with two men, and one was my high school sweetheart. I walk into George's villa and I see you and all my resolutions of not getting involved while I'm here disappeared." She laughed, then continued as I took a nipple in my mouth and used my tongue to tease it even harder; "Oh that feels so good don't stop. We cut cards to see who got you, for the first time in my life I got an ace, and then an ace in bed!" I couldn't help laughing, "So I'm the spoils of your illicit gambling am I?" She chuckled and nodded. Her hand was massaging my cock as it tried to burst out the front of my briefs. I eased her briefs off over her hips and she kicked them off, and there was the proof she was a true blond, a tuft of silky soft blond pussy fur, below which her clitoris was growing and poking out from her clitoral hood. I gently teased her clit with my finger and she cried out. I used my tongue to lick from her clit and her lubricated labia. She cried louder. She pulled my briefs down and my cock sprang out to his full throbbing eight inches, and she groaned in anticipation. She bent and kissed and licked my glans, and I groaned. "You are the first man I've ever done that to," she admitted, "and I love the taste of you." I pulled her up and kissed her and tasted my maleness on her lips. "Yeah," I agreed, "I taste good, but not as good as you and the two of us together will taste amazing." She took him in her mouth again but she could only get my glans and an inch or so of the shaft in before she would gag, so she concentrated on the head and urethral slit. I supported her leg and buried my head between her legs and for a few moments used my tongue in long slow strokes from her clit, to the puckered boarder of her ass, and then I moved up beside her and kissed her face and neck. I eased a finger between her pussy lips and into her cunt; she was so wet I found her G spot almost immediately. She cried out, "Sweet Jesus, that's what you did the first time. It feels so fucking good," and as I continued and used my thumb on her clit, she convulsed and screamed out, "Oh fuck, ohh fuucck yes, yessss," and her first orgasm washed over her. She looked at me with disbelief in her face, "I've never cum so fast, Christ before I met you I'd only had two orgasms from fucking and both of those I'd had to help with!" She kissed me, and as I carried on toying with her G spot and clitoris her eyes rolled back and she started panting harder. "Huh ... Huh ... Huuuh ... Oh fuck I'm coming again," she looked at me in shock as I still carried on and as the second died away, her third was building up quickly. "Oh god, oh god, ohh god, fuuuck meeeeeeeee," and her whole body convulsed as the third orgasm hit, her cunt walls spasming and her juices squirted out. I held her in my arms as her body continued shaking for a long while and she slowly came back to me, her eyes refocusing. She mumbled, "And are you enjoying it so far?" She then answered her own question, "Stupid fucking question, of course I am." I passed her a bottle of water from the bedside table and she drank deeply from it, water running down her neck to pool between her breasts, and I lapped it up and licked and sucked both breasts and nipples. "Please fuck me I need you in me," she whispered. So I placed a pillow under her pelvis to make it more comfortable, and she smiled in thanks, and opened her thighs wide in welcome. I moved between them and lunged my penis deep into her soft warm cunt until I felt my glans touch her cervix. We both groaned with the pleasure and Marylou wrapped her long legs round my waist and used her heels to try and pull me deeper still. I was thrusting with long, slow and deep strokes, and she was crying out each time my pubis trapped her protruding clit. We kept the rhythm going for a long time until I felt the muscles in her thighs and cunt start rippling as her orgasm built up. I could feel the pressure of mine growing in my balls and I couldn't hold back any longer and with a last couple of thrusts I came, my hot jism jetting into her quim. The hot flood triggered her fourth and most violent orgasm yet, her legs were crushing me to her, and her whole body shook. As we slowly came down from our high, she dipped her finger into our combined juices, and she took a taste. Marylou smiled at me, "It's true, we do taste great," I licked her finger and agreed. I looked at the clock, "Do you have to be back by curfew?" I asked. "No I'm off tomorrow, can I stay the night?" "Of course." She smiled contentedly and curled up beside me and her breathing slowed as she fell asleep in my arms, and I pulled the covers over us. I woke in the early morning to see her propped up on one elbow looking down at me, her face framed by her tousled blond hair. "I love you," she said, then she looked so sad. "Now I meet you, my contract ends in three months and I have to go back to the states; I'm going back to school. Please, please can I be your girlfriend until I go. "I'd love you to be my three month girlfriend," I told her. A big grin spread across her face. I added, "And don't think I will forget you when you leave." "What will Julia think?" She asked. "She will be very happy for both of us, and she will want to be your girlfriend too." I told her, and she looked intrigued. "That sounds like it could be fun." "Oh trust me it will be." "Can I stay the day?" "You don't need to ask, as my girlfriend you get flat squatting privileges," I could hear Jeff cluttering about, and called him in. "Oh and I need to introduce you to Jeff my flat mate and his girlfriend." And a naked Jeff and Gillian strolled into my room. Poor Marylou didn't know where to look and Jill pulled a bemused looking Jeff out of the room behind her. "Ah yes, and we are pretty lax when it comes to clothing. Jill reappeared in Jeff's favourite tee shirt and rummaged in my drawers and found one of my old rugby shirts and held it out to Marylou. "Thanks Jill," I said. "This is Marylou and for some unknown reason she wants to be my girlfriend, so I thought she should meet the pair of you." Jill said, "You are an idiot, Andy. Look I'm really sorry about the nudity. I took a little while to get used to these two idiots, Julia really helped me. Come with me we can kick Jeff out of our room and we can talk. You are going to need everything I can tell you in order to survive this mad house." Marylou followed Jill to Jeff's room, the rugby shirt barely covered her butt, it was a great view but I guess that means I've lost another bloody shirt. I heard Jeff in the lounge and got up and dressed and went and joined him. Jeff and I sat in the lounge with a glass of wine each, and looked at each other and raised our glasses to ourselves. "Best fucking time of our lives grasshopper," I said and Jeff nodded in agreement. ***************************** The end