0 comments/ 17549 views/ 1 favorites Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 01 By: RonRyder Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter I: A Match Made in Heaven. I met Angel at a party and we hit it off immediately. If I'd known right then she was a retired porno actress I may have had second thoughts. Not that I've anything against porn, but it's a question of performance! Never could figure how the guys last so long in the ‘face’ of such extreme provocation. So I guess I'd have been afraid I would not match up if I'd known. So it's a good thing I didn't know and as it turned out.....well, that's the subject of the story! We went on to my place right after the party and did not waste any time getting down to it. A brief period of exploration and we soon discovered the cement that kept us together thereafter. A good ‘relationship' it is said, should not rely only on sexual compatibility. Maybe not, and maybe there were other factors that an inexperienced bachelor with one failed marriage already behind him did not recognize. However, it probably sounds awful, but we’re being honest here so I have to say that the reason I was attached to Angel was, well, pure and simple, the sex! Angel, it turned out, just loved to give head --- well pardon me for the phrase, which does her artistry scant justice. More correctly, Angel was an oral sex fanatic who came truly to life only when her mouth and jaws were working on a cock. My cock! Lucky me! And since there's very little in life, if anything, that I enjoy more than having a naked, nubile female's mouth clamped around my dick, we were a match for each other made in heaven. Of course we did other things too, and it was at first quite difficult for me to accept that of all the things I did to her, nothing did as much for Angel as having my cock in her mouth. She let me lick and suck her, and we fucked in all the standard positions (and some non-standard ones), but I never could get her off this way and she never did come with me except by sucking my cock. After a while, I just accepted this and gave up trying to please Angel in other ways. Angel ran a boutique across town and I had my job at the office downtown so we never considered living together. Ours was strictly a weekend relationship Angel had a place out in the country, high on a hill with a swimming pool/patio overlooking the bay when one could see, but not be seen. We spent glorious weekends up there and I swear, Angel took my dick in her mouth the moment I walked through the door Friday night and practically kept it there until it was time to head back down to town Sunday. Pure Elysium! And my fears that I would not be able to `match up' turned out to be quite groundless. Whether by natural inclination, or because of Angel's incredible technique (I mean, porno actresses who can't suck dick probably don't last too long in the job!), it seemed I could hold out essentially as long as I wanted to. Maybe in an entire weekend I would come twice, or maybe three times. One weekend, I recall, I lasted through to the final hour, succumbing only to the most extreme provocation (and as you can imagine in pints!). I discovered that in general ‘coming’ was not really the object of Angel’s art. It brought release, to be sure, and an incredible, if momentary feeling, but it also reduced the length of time when I was ‘almost coming’, when my dick was a pleasure center from which glorious sensation radiated out to bathe my whole body and set it aflame. I can’t describe the feeling as I lay there hour after hour engulfed in this sensation, watching in awe as that incredible mouth with its pink tongue, full lips and white, even teeth played with, coaxed, teased, worked and even tortured my all too willing dick. She would begin slowly with a lot of licking and much attention to my balls and ball sack. She'd often ignore my cock entirely and lick and suck my balls so long I'd practically want to scream. But somehow she always knew where the barrier was, and just when I was thinking that if she didn't move up soon I'd have to grab her head and help her, that pink tongue would dart out flicking along the underside of the shaft, and, looking up at me with that wicked glint in her eye, she'd bathe my cock deep in her saliva drenched mouth, eliciting a deep guttural, inadvertent groan from me. She'd keep this going for a while until I was rock hard and breathing even harder, and then suddenly it would be back to the ball bag, massaging gently, loosening up my balls so she could take them individually in her mouth. She'd alternate between gentle massage of my ball bag and sucking each ball ever harder, almost spitting it out to switch to the other one. Through this cycle she would take me over and over again, each time working my cock and my balls more and more fiercely. She would begin to bring her teeth into play, allowing my balls to brush against them as she disgorged them, nipping at my ball bag to loosen it up and digging in her finger nails. Brief moments of pain that became ever sharper enhanced the overwhelming sense of pleasure that spread throughout me. During this initial phase there was little evidence that Angel herself was especially aroused. She seemed wholly devoted to my pleasure, or rather, to preparing me for what was to come. We would generally be outside, with me lying spread-eagled on a chaise longue by the pool and Angel kneeling, bent over with her head between my legs. All I could see was her long, black shining hair hanging down obscuring her face as she switched from one side to the other. This phase could go on for any length of time, for as long as it took for Angel's nipples to begin to harden and her areola to swell around them. It could take hours to reach this point, but she never hurried or tried to force the pace, and I just followed along, going with the flow. I am not by nature a lazy guy, and, to the extent that I had previously had a chance to test out my predilections, I had always thought of myself as a ‘giver’ rather than a ‘given’. But there was something undeniably appealing about lying back in sun on a chaise longue and being attended to in such handsome a fashion by a truly beautiful woman! I have to confess, her focus on pleasing me was flattering, and when I found out that she was also pleasing herself, the edge of guilt --- that somehow I should be doing more to please her ---- melted away. Truly, however one-sided it may have appeared, her pleasure was at least as great as mine. As her level of excitement rose, Angel would rotate her body more towards me so I could see her pink nipple tips and her flat stomach, and could stretch my hand around to stroke her labia. By this time she would be moist, and I very seldom needed to help her along by wetting my finger with saliva. I would stroke backwards and forwards along her crack and edging ever close into her vagina. I could tell how much activity Angela wanted both by the angle at which she set her body and by the attention she was giving my cock and balls. If her body was so set that it was a little awkward to finger her, then she was not quite ready, so I went very slowly, circling her vaginal lips gently. If her body was arched and she moved against my finger then I knew it was time to finger massage her more earnestly. I would slip my finger in and out of her vagina and begin to stroke her clitoral hood, and rub my finger tips across it. She was now working my cock in earnest. She would place her fingers beneath my ball bag, raising it up so my balls were stretched tight against the outer base of my shaft, and her thumb would close over the inner base so that my cock was directed vertically upwards to be taken into her head. Slowly, she would begin to fuck me with her mouth, engulfing ever more of my cock on each down stroke. At the bottom of the stroke she would pause and suck gently before releasing and moving up to tongue the tip. Then the down stroke! I felt her excitement increase as the juices started to flow and with the help of my too willing finger her entire vaginal area became liquid. As the pace quickened, and I would begin to worry seriously about how to keep control of my own release, she would suddenly stop and raise her head and move up to kiss me passionately on the lips. My hand between her thighs was liquid with her juices, all my fingers were active. Her breathing quickened, her pulse began to race. I thrust first two then three fingers inside her. She pushed back against my wrist, and, when the time came, would sit vertically upwards and fuck my hand until a throaty drawn-out utterance announced her orgasm. She would remain, eyes closed, teeth clenched, body arched rigid, squeezing on my fingers with her vaginal walls until gradually the sensations subsided and I felt her stiffened nipples in the soft flesh of her breasts on my stomach as she collapsed on top of me, her head on my chest. Well I know what you're thinking! Fine for her, but I must have been left as frustrated as hell, right? Well, wrong! By this point, we had been going for at least three hours and my little gentleman, pardon the phrase, was only too glad of a break! But he rarely got too much of one! When she had recovered from her orgasm, Angel was all too ready for phase III! So just as the pressure in my balls was beginning to convert to an ache, she would grab me by the hand and in we would go to where the big bed was liberally sprinkled with dildos, vibrators and what have you, and where the big screen TV was already primed to show the latest ‘hit’ from the San Fernando valley! Usually, Angel chose to go with the `eggs', two metal ellipsoids that I inserted into her still highly lubricated vagina. To keep them from falling out, I next inserted a short dildo which had a head that opened out inside, rather like an old-fashioned light bulb, so that a minimum of pressure of the outer vaginal walls kept it in place. The dildo pushed the eggs deep into Angel’s cunt, expanding it and pressing against the cervix. A wire attached to the ellipsoids emerged from the side of the dildo and ran down to the transformer by the bed. Attached to this were three metal crocodile clips, one of whose teeth was soon firmly clamped around the hood of Angel's clitoris. I attached the other two clips to her nipples and then lay back on the bed with the control in my hand. It was time to get down to business in earnest! Angel was poised above me in a 69 position, except that her vagina was stimulated not by my mouth and tongue, but by the two eggs which squirmed around in their confinement, and her clitoris and nipples were soon subject to the tingling of a small electric current that passed through the clamps, via the eggs, and which I controlled by ramping the rheostat along the slider. The first time Angel showed me this apparatus I confess to having been very dubious. But I'll try anything once and the results were so impressive all opposition melted away instantly. Now facing my feet, Angel was able to attack my cock from a new angle, which she did with gusto and in a way that I could myself control via the level at which I held the rheostat. The current made the eggs in Angel's vagina vibrate against each other and the vaginal walls, and caused a sharp, but highly pleasurable sensation in her nipples and clitoris. Angel held onto the base of my shaft much as before, but now her sucking took on a new urgency. She would glide her mouth down the shaft, suck in her cheeks and hold, and on the backstroke she would allow her teeth to scrape the full length of my cock, ending at the head. You would think, wouldn't you, that such treatment would make you come more or less immediately, but the trick is that the hours of head your cock has already taken have dulled the nerve ends so that they require ever more stimulation to get to the same point. This is how it's possible to keep going and eventually to get through an entire session without losing control. And in case you think I'm boasting, the longest I had ever held out until I met Angel was a few short minutes! Angel taught me the tricks of the trade, learned on the job! Well let’s hear it for the trade, is all I can say! So Angel and I remain locked in a 69, with the eggs buzzing away in her vagina, her body bucking slightly as the electricity conducted by the clips coursed into her, and with her mouth, tongue and teeth working my cock ever longer, harder and more vehemently. As the pressure builds up for her next orgasm, she remains longer and longer in the ‘deep throat’ position and her teeth clamp down harder and harder on the flesh at the base of my cock. Pain and pleasure, pleasure through pain --- it's hard to describe the sensation, either you’ve been there, or you’ve not! After we have been going some time Angel begins to embark on what is a continuous series of orgasms. I feel them with her through the pressure her mouth and teeth exert on my dick. When the first wave hits her, she bites viciously down and holds hard before releasing. She repeats this on subsequent waves, but each time with lesser force, so that if I survive the first assault, so to speak, I will probably survive the entire orgasm and live to experience another! If I do, my entire cock is lined with teeth marks that I can see clearly when Angel releases. I am amazed that so much pain is pleasurable, but --- well as I say, either you’ve been there or you’ve not. Now I am in control. I can shut down the rheostat and allow my hard worked cock respite, and Angel her post orgasmic collapse, or I can crank it up, urging her on immediately to begin working on a new orgasm. And so it goes on, and on and on..... until finally I can hold on no longer and the fluid that has been building up seemingly for aeons inside of me finds its release, shooting out of me and swilling into Angel's mouth, to ooze gradually down back down the length of my cock like the lava from a volcanic eruption. D’you see what I mean when I say that, truly, this was a match made in heaven! Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 02 Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter II: Everyone Likes a Change? It was only three weeks into our relationship when Angel first made the suggestion. At first I was horrified, but she could be very persuasive. I would really like it, she said, and think of the money! Although she never said so, I reckoned that Angel’s boutique was not doing very well, at least not well enough to support her life style, which was highly extravagant. Of course her years as a porn star had given her a good start, but you need a hell of a lot to live like she did without a pretty fat ongoing revenue source. To cut to the point, Angel had told me of a chance meeting she had had with a guy ‘from the trade’ who had told her they were having the very devil of a time getting appropriate actresses. Apparently, the costs of setting up to do pornos are substantial, so when your actors and actresses don’t perform you can easily end up in financial difficulties. It had become a competitive world where cost-effectiveness played a critical role. Angel had asked this guy what the problem was and he had said that half the young girls of the world converged on LA all itching to make it into the money one way or another, and with their genitals if that was what it took! But of every twenty they tried out, only one turned out to be any good when the heat was on and the camera rolling. Drugs, alcohol, mothers, boyfriends, cold feet, guilt, temper tantrums, period pains; a whole host of factors determined their performance on the day. If he had a dollar for every hour of shooting time he’d lost, he said, with an entire crew on per diem and expenses, while some stupid nineteen year old prima donna threw a tantrum because the actor she was paired up with had smudged her eye-shadow --- the whole trade had become a nightmare, said this guy, and he was thinking of simply throwing in the towel. But he had been very receptive when Angel made her proposal. She would vet the actresses, she said. She knew what was involved, she’d been there herself, and she was a pretty good judge of character. And so the plan was hatched, and the first I knew of it was more or less a fait accompli when Angel told me what she had taken on and ‘asked’ me if I’d help out. Not for nothing, natch, for a share of what promised to be a considerable take. I don’t know whether you can imagine what it’s like when your girlfriend proposes that you spend the best part of your time together fooling around with young girls aspiring to enter the porn trade! Probably not many of you have been there. For myself, I can only say that it was a while before I realized she was serious, but once I did, the glint of ‘if not you then who?’ in her eye was enough to persuade me. I’d been living celibate long enough before I met Angel and the experiences I’d had with her had opened up for me a new world I was anxious not to leave. And maybe Angel was right and I would enjoy it after all? I mean, on the face of it, the proposal that you spend your entire weekend being sucked and fucked by one aspiring porn actress after another was not entirely unappealing! Of course, the old ‘performance angst’ thing reared its ugly head again ---- but Angel just laughed at me. My fella, she said, had taken a hell of a lot more punishment from her then he ever would from any bunch of inexperienced teenagers, so what was the problem? And I had to admit she had a point. She had trained me to the point where I could keep control pretty much as long as I wanted to (or at least so I thought --- pride goeth before etc ). Angel had had plenty of experience with porn actors, she said and not to worry, I’d do just fine! So the bottom line is I agreed to do it on a trial basis and see how it went. Secretly, I have to admit, I was becoming more and more enthusiastic and even excited about it as the time approached. I mean, Angel was fantastic at oral sex, but we’d been through her repertoire many times already, and, frankly, I was not averse to a change, especially if this was to sample, shall we say, a wider repertoire of feminine charms. So as I drove up to Angel’s place that first Saturday, I have to confess to a tingling feeling, an anticipation that was not at all unwelcome. I was nervous, to be sure, but excited too. This was a new experience and, for me, a big step into the unknown. We had agreed that I would come up on the Saturday rather than as usual on Friday evening, at least for the first time. We knew of course, that if I went up Friday we would spend the entire night with my dick in Angel’s mouth which was hardly the best way to get our new project off to a secure start. But I found the anticipation of Saturday was growing so pleasurably that giving up a Friday night with Angel seemed to fade into insignificance. When I arrived at Angel’s place Saturday morning there was a stretch limo outside her door! No backing out now! I parked and nervously headed for the door. As I reached for the bell the door opened and I found myself facing a large bronzed gent at least six inches taller than me, and God knows how many wider. Behind I could see Angel. “This the meat?” asked the guy, in what seemed to me a tone bordering on insolence. But then, well Yes! he was quite large, and Angel defused the situation rapidly by saying “This is Ron. Ron, Clint! Clint, Ron!” So we were more or less obliged to shake hands. “Good luck,” Clint said as he headed for the limo. “You’ll need it!” Well Angel could see I was not happy with Clint, and she bustled me inside as fast as she could. “These damn drivers!” she said. “Drive a limo and think they own the world!” There was no sign of the girls, they were “getting ready”. Angel whisked me through the house onto the pool patio where I saw someone had been seriously at work. There were not one but three ‘sets’! The main one, at the head of the pool, honed in on my favorite chaise longue. Cameras were everywhere and it seemed they would cover every conceivable angle. There were two covering side views, one was set low down in front of the chaise longue for ‘close ups’, and a fourth was hand held so Angel could pick up whatever bits of the action she thought the other three were missing. There were also two other sets, one on each side of the pool, each with a single camera facing a pool chair on which was draped a white towel. All the cameras were arranged artfully so that none appeared in the field of view of the others. Obviously, Angel and/or someone (Clint?) had taken quite some trouble to set up the scene. There was to be a ‘script’ of sorts, with Angel simulating the role of director, moving the girls along and giving instructions. Angel explained the routine they had set up. The girls would all go through the same routine as far as possible and had drawn straws to establish a ‘pecking order’. They would start out at the set to the left side of the pool. This set was designed to provide a screen test of girl-on-girl action. The lowest down in the order would sit on the pool chair with her legs spread wide so her cunt was fully exposed to the camera, and the next in line would lick and suck her making sure the camera got to see every move in the action. On call from the director, the girl in the chair would get to her feet and put on a thong bikini and a pair of sunglasses and would mince down the side of the pool to the second set, my set, where I would be sprawled out in what had become my ‘weekend position’ on my chaise longue. She was supposed to stop, ogle me up and then say something provocative like “Hey fella! You got anything down there that could give a girl a fun time?” or “Gee! Looks like your guy could do with a little help there” depending on the circumstances. And I was to say (you’d never have guessed it!) “Well why don’t you take a look?” or “Why don’t you join the party?” or some such, and that would launch them into their routine. They would skip up to me and finger my dick thoughtfully before stepping back and saying coquettishly “Well let’s see if we can liven him up some!” They’d slowly strip off the bikini parts, pinching nipples and fingering themselves in interesting places. On instructions from Angel, they would then kneel down at the end of the chaise longue, and get down to a good tasting of my cock and balls. Angel would give precise instructions … “Lick the underside of the shaft -- No! The underside… Yes. That’s good… Now up to the tip. Slowly! Slowly…… Slip the tip over our lips… Look up at him! Now look down at the cock and take as much in your mouth as you can….. That’s good… More? If you can….. Right. Now pucker your cheeks and suck gently……Gently!” That kind of thing. Of course I knew well how to handle such treatment. Angel would orchestrate the session with my ‘stamina’ in mind. When she judged I was reasonably desensitized, the girl would be told to mount me in the female superior position and ride me, building up gradually to a climax. The most important thing to remember, Angel had told the girls, was that the object of the exercise was not to excite me, or make me come, but to excite the guy watching the video, the “end-user”. The best way to keep him involved was for the girl to express enjoyment and to come as often as possible. Every guy, Angel told the girls, fantasizes about nymphomaniacs who can’t get enough sex. The girls can come, should come, as often as they can, but they should be careful not to provoke the ‘model’ (that’s me) to ejaculate prematurely because, first, guys identified with models who displayed ‘manly’ stamina, and second, the latent period that followed a ‘come scene’ was lost production time. So while they were riding me the girls would be genuinely trying to make themselves come (or if not then doing a pretend job). If they did come, they were to sit back, rest for a while, with my cock still embedded deep inside them, and then to start working on the next orgasm until Angel called for the next position. This envisaged the girl getting up off me, turning around and mounting me in a cat’s cradle position. The next girl in line would then step up and, after watching the first girl grind her cunt up and down my cock for a while would kneel between my knees and lick and suck the exposed clit until orgasm. Then it would be the next girl’s turn to give my cock the oral treatment, going through the same routine as her predecessor. This was to continue until all the girls had equal ‘air time’. Well I know what you are thinking. What about cum-scenes? Surely these are a feature of any half way respectable porno and, anyway, was I really thinking I could get through this routine with six sexy ladies without needing to come? And even if I were so thinking, surely the way the actresses handle themselves when the cum flies is the single most important differentiator between one who makes the grade and one who does not. Furthermore, the second most important criterion is probably being able to re-awaken the attention of a dick that has just spewed cum all over the place. Of course you are right! The problem was only one of timing. As Angel well knew, my latent period was rather long. When I was younger it was shorter, but as you get on a bit the old hormones don’t build up quite so fast. So we agreed to shoot for three come scenes each involving two actresses and to time these so that each could be followed by a natural break, lunch, mid-afternoon drinks and, well, the end of proceedings. I was to signal when an ejaculation was imminent and Angel would direct accordingly. We got going about 10.30. I was on my chaise longue in my birthday suit, and Angel had stripped down to her bikini bottoms. The first two girls were busy doing the girl-on-girl show --- I noticed that a monitor was placed strategically so the girl doing the work could see on the screen what the camera was picking up of the action and adjust accordingly. After simulating a noisy, but, it seemed to me, a rather amateurish come-scene, putative porno-actress #1 slipped her bikini on and made her way down the poolside. What struck me immediately was how young she looked. I had not really given much thought to age when I met Angel. Angel was substantially younger than I, this I realized, so for me she was ‘young’. In fact, age creeps up on one unawares and, in fact, she was already in the mid-thirties range, and in her own view, and in the world of porno actresses most decidedly, was over the ‘first bloom of youth’. The fact that she was extremely well preserved and had taken superb care of her figure obscured this fact, but it became obvious now as No. 1 came into view and, settling her eyes on my groin, hovered. “Well Hi there!” she said in a husky tone that was all too obviously feigned. “I’m Cathy. Do you have anything down there that could give a girl a good time?” …. And we were under way. Cathy was quite tall, maybe 5` 6”, tending to be slightly on the chubby side, but with excellent breasts that were large, firm and, whether doctored or not, perfectly in harmony with the rest of her well-rounded figure. As she let her bikini bottoms slide to the floor revealing a tuft of dark hair on a slightly protruding mound, I found myself becoming seriously aroused, notwithstanding all the paraphanalia that was littered about and the obvious fact that the girl was not the slightest bit interested in me, Ron, the person. She was focused entirely on putting on a good show. Her oral skills were somewhat limited, but of course, I was comparing her with the absolute pinnacle, which is hardly fair. She followed Angel’s direction to the letter and I recognized the script all too well. She had me hard in a jiffy, but then it was down to lots of ball time, just keeping the cock at attention, but sparing it for greater things later. As she worked away on me I became conscious of a slight buzzing sound and realized why it was that Angel had kept her bikini bottoms on! I had wondered about this because Angel never wore panties, even under a short skirt. It excited her, she said, to notice men noticing! So the bikini bottoms were there to disguise from the girls the fact that she was fully loaded with eggs, dildo and clitoris clip. In no time flat her nipples were rigid and the areola starting to stand out. We may be doing this for dough, I reflected, but the act of directing a young girl to stimulate me was obviously exceedingly stimulating to Angel! Angel had Cathy work on me for a full half hour. She obviously had difficulty with deep throating and Angel gave her plenty of opportunity and encouraged her to take as much of my cock in her mouth as she could. She did improve with time, but she never did get it all. But this changed when Angel called for the next position and the girl mounted me eagerly and guided my cock between her labial lips deep into her moist interior until it disappeared entirely beneath that delightfully youthful mound. She remained very still for as long as Angel instructed her, closing her eyes in possibly unfeigned ecstasy, and then began to rock backwards and forwards. Her cunt was delightfully tight and she squeezed her cunt-wall around my cock as she rocked. Angel asked her to pull out an inch and then in, out and in until her juices were flowing more copiously, Then it was two inches and slowly building up to full cock. She leaned forward on her hands and, pivoted at he knees, moved in and out of me with a naturalness and expertise that defied her years. On the upstroke she would come to rest with the head of my cock just nesting within her vaginal lips, then came the down-stroke with ever quickening force, engulfing me in that wonderful visco-elastic miracle that has no peer. Her cunt was superbly flexible, opening and closing around me as she bobbed up and down with greater and greater urgency. Her breathing became heavier, her firm breasts with their now rigid nipples bobbed with each stroke, following delightfully the motion of her upper body. I reflected that I had never fucked -- been fucked by--- such a young girl, and that I liked it very much indeed! And there was nothing unfeigned about her now. She was into it well and truly. She stepped up the pace, slowly but perceptible, and paused every five minutes or so, rocking back into the upright position with her head back, her eyes closed, her arms by her sides, seemingly in an ecstatic world all of her own. And each time she began again my involvement became deeper and deeper. After five or six cycles – I confess to have lost count, I was in serious trouble. Each luscious stroke drove me inexorably nearer and nearer the edge. The sap was rising and, try as I would to look away, to distract myself with stray thoughts, I could not help myself. The sight of that young firm body rising and falling with ever increasing force, the sound of her now quite unmistakable grunts and cries blended with the squishing of the fluid layer that engulfed our groins, upper thighs, stomachs, was irresistible. Drawn as if by a magnet my eyes fixed on the swollen pink tips of her breasts as they bobbed in rhythm. An involuntary gasp escaped between my lips and, in extremis and recognizing the inevitable, I gave the sign Angel and I had agreed upon to signal impending orgasm. In a flash, Cathy was off me and had turned about face into the cats cradle position. Dimly only, I was aware of thin fingers gently grasping my cock by its root, moving it in place so that its tip grazed the outer walls of Cathy’s cunt. With awesome slowness those fingers on the lower shaft manipulated the head of my cock so that it rotated around Cathy’s cunt lips in a circular fashion. Cathy gasped as it grazed her clitoris and then adjusted her body so the cock head entered her. Cathy’s head was thrown back onto my shoulder and I was supporting her at the waist with my palms as her vagina began its contractions. Suddenly, she impaled herself on me taking the full length of my cock into her quivering vagina. Her vaginal walls clenched tightly as wave after wave of her orgasm shook her entire body raising my own level of excitement to a fever pitch. There was no holding back. I could feel the sap rising in me and lowered my body so that my cockhead slid free of Cathy and, again guided by that invisible hand, spewed out the first gush of semen against Cathy’s clit. The fingers gently drew the tip of my cock up and down along Cathy’s slit as I came in spasms drenching Cathy’s cunt in my come. I cannot remember either before or since having an orgasm of such intensity. Cathy was collapsed on me so that I felt rather than saw my cock enter an eager mouth. Lips closed around me and slipped down my shaft. I felt a gentle sucking which intensified and hardened, drawing yet more liquid up the shaft to ooze out at the tip. Those nimble fingers worked harder now, squeezing my balls and the base of my shaft, milking me dry. In the sheer intensity of feeling that accompanied my orgasm, which seemed to go on and on, I was only dimly aware of Angel. She was still busy with her camera, but rather too busy. There was no disguising the streams of fluid that had oozed beneath her bikini bottoms and streamed down her inner thigh. Angel, no less than I, was having a ball! Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 03 Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter III: How much ‘Change’ can a fella handle? Angel and I had agreed to a long pause following a come scene, but then I’d come before plan and we still had five girls to get through. Since Cathy had had well over one hour of air time, this meant at least another five to six hours on the job --- well, you can do the math. So, bottom line, we agreed after a short pause to keep going and hope it would turn out ok. I made a much needed trip to the pool john, gulped down ‘lunch’, a very dry martini, and off we went again. By the time I had resumed pose in my set, Cathy was working away on herself as though there was no tomorrow. She was in the hot seat of the third set on the far side of the pool, which was set up for solo acts, with dildos of all shapes and sizes, some of them looking decidedly vicious!, creams, clips and apparatus at whose function one could merely guess strewn apparently haphazardly about. Cathy was stimulating herself with a mid-sized dildo and was grunting and moaning and generally getting into it as she had gotten into me. But soon I was oblivious to Cathy and to all else but the two sets of jaws which, one after the other, set about in no uncertain way to bring my fella back to life. Angel had changed the script slightly and called for the twosome, for reasons that I soon came to appreciate. She had, truly, ‘been there before’. Of the two girls working on me one, Sandy, was clearly the owner of the slender fingers that had guided me through my orgasm, ensuring that the sperm shower drenched Cathy’s cunt and so could be displayed long and proudly for the camera, rather than being sprayed all over the place. Sandy was much better at oral sex than Cathy, and in fact I’d go as far as to say she was in stretches a reasonable rival for Angel herself. She never hurried, used her lips, tongue and teeth to great effect, seemed to know every trick in the book, and, most importantly created the illusion (for such it surely was!) that at least for the time being, my cock and balls comprised the full extent of her universe. As if this was not enough, Sandy was a waif-like type with short hair, a pert, slightly cheeky nose, small but interesting breasts, long, if slightly skinny legs, a white translucent skin which bore no blemish nor marks of any kind, and she was completely shaved, which I noted to my great delight as she shifted position from time to time and I caught a glimpse of her ‘little-girl’ cleft. As inexperienced as I was, I had had no idea in advance what types of girls I would find especially attractive or erotic, but there was no doubt about it that Sandy was one! The other girl working me, Divine, was completely different both in looks and in technique. She was black for starters, had long hair tied up with ribbons, sported a robust rather than slender figure with powerful thighs and had a very healthy head of cunt hair which bushed around her vaginal lips effectively obscured her jewels from my gaze. I found Divine, well possibly not as divine as Sandy, but exciting too in her own way, and challenging as well. For Divine’s oral technique, like her entire approach to sex, and possibly to life itself, was power! Whether it was her turn for my cock, or she was asked to work my balls it was always full gas. She sucked like a vacuum cleaner and the more of my cock or my balls she could get into her head at once the happier she seemed to be. I swear, she would take both of my balls and my entire ball bag into her mouth and suck on them so hard it would seem she’d swallow them whole. I remember reflecting that Sandy and Divine were playing me a bit like ‘good cop, bad cop’, with the one teasing, easing, persuading and the other going at me hell for leather as though her only desire was for me to submit. It was not long, of course, before my dick responded to such ministrations but it is amazing how much punishment one can take after coming in the fashion I just had done. Angel let the girls work on me again for about a half an hour before calling for a shift of position. It was Sandy’s turn to mount me, and she settled into position, hovering over me as Divine deep-throated me to full erection. Holding my dick tightly by its base, Divine guided it so that the tip brushed the lips of Sandy’s cunt, then held it in position as Sandy lowered herself by degrees until I was buried deep inside her. Now I said that Cathy’s cunt was tight, but it was nothing compared with Sandy. There were times when she was lowering herself on me that I thought really it would not be possible to go further. Then Sandy would open up just slightly so that my cock could advance the tiniest bit, and so on, millimeter by millimeter. I could see now why Angel had arranged for a twosome. Certainly, the girls oral action had left my cock nicely erect, but half an hour after spewing out come in pints, this was not so secure that it would have survived the act of penetrating Sandy fully were it not for the firm grasp of ‘the situation’ taken by Divine. She gripped the base of my cock so hard that it was not possible for it to go limp, even if the damn thing had wanted to. Once we were ‘connected’ Sandy began to moisten up fast. She started out with short strokes and gradually built up as her juices flowed more copiously. Unlike Cathy, she seemed to prefer to adopt an upright mode, rising and falling on me with her head raised high, her arms at her side and the naked tip of her cunt lips pouting out at me provocatively. Involuntarily, my hand strayed down to my groin so that on the down stroke, her clitoral hood made contact with my index finger. This she seemed to like very much, at least if her groans were at all genuine. From time to time, Sandy changed her motion. She would sit hard down on my cock so that it was quite buried inside her, and, with her body still upright would fuck me with a horizontal stroke so that my cock was driven backwards and forwards, staying always deep inside her cunt, rather than the in and out motion of the previous position. This way, my balls were also jostled vigorously on each stroke. She switched between the two positions several times, each time breathing more heavily, groaning more deeply and generally giving the illusion (if it was one, which with time I grew to doubt) that she was well on the way to orgasm. And what of me? How was I feeling? It’s strange to relate, but I found myself becoming genuinely a sexual schizophrenic. In my head, I was as sexually excited as I can ever remember being. The sight of the waif-like figure, arms at her side, white skin punctuated only by reddening, hardened nipples, rising and falling vertically on my cock aroused in me a passion I had never before known. Somehow, this sight, this motion, this young girl, awoke my inner sexuality in a way I could not rationalize. With Cathy, similar, but, as I now recognized, lesser feelings had triggered a crushing orgasm. Now, paradoxically, the greater mental excitement with Sandy translated into lowered tension downstairs. I was split in two. From the waist up, sexual arousement like never before, from the waist down, gradual, but inexorable anaethesetization! And, doubtless, this is why Angel had arranged that in my hour of need Divine was there to help out. As Sandy had been exciting my visual senses, Divine had been working to ensure that the equipment, whether anaesthetized or not, at least functioned! Her hand was constantly around my ball bag, squeezing, massaging, and her fingernails would scratch against the base of my cock as this slid in and out of Sandy’s cunt. Twice, and by the time we were done, I’m happy to say that it was only twice, she slid my cock free of Sandy entirely and, for a short, long minute or two applied her art, sucking so hard that my errant member dared not but obey and hastened to regain the state of grace. Divine was not satisfied with half measures, however. No half-cock for her! So when I re-entered Sandy it was with full honors, and no less than this did she deserve. After what seemed like an age -- an ecstatic age -- Sandy was close to her orgasm. Whether feigned or genuine, it seemed hardly to matter. Her movements became wilder, she seemed to lose control of her breathing entirely. Angel, monitoring as usual, called out the command, and, as Cathy before her, Sandy practically leapt off me, adopted the cat-cradle position and seemed to come the instant she slid herself down again on my cock and Divine’s expert tongue flicked across her clitoris. For several delicious moments, Sandy hung there, seemingly in mid air, as the waves of her orgasm swept over her. Then she collapsed upon me backwards, comatose. At which Divine took center stage! As Sandy lay there, legs spread-eagled every which way, Divine took my cock, massaged Sandy’s drenched slit with it, pumped it, sucked it, did essentially what she liked with it until, suddenly, Sandy was gone and it was Divine who had mounted me and, using the full weight of her body and the force of her muscles, fucked me in characteristic style -- full power. From that moment on there was no doubt what was afoot. Divine was an athlete. This was a contest! Devil take the hindmost. Instinctively, I knew that Divine would stop only when I had come, or she was too exhausted to proceed, whichever came first! And thanks in large part to Divine herself, I was ready for the challenge. It was now well over an hour since I had come all over Cathy so my cock was beginning to regain its sensitivity. As such, and I am sure as Divine reasoned, I was bound shortly, given the magnitude of the provocation, to come. But the weekends I had spent with Angel had taught me how to draw the sex act out, to savor, to linger rather than to lunge, to allow the feeling emanating from my groin to spread, so that when I came it was not an organ in my groin that exploded, but my whole soul and being. And this training, together with Divine’s oral technique, which stiffened me, but served also to desensitize, stood me now in good stead. I enjoyed immensely the energetic thrusts of Divine’s groin and the perfectly coordinated contractions of her cunt muscles as she closed and opened around my cock. I admired greatly the gorgeous form of her athletic body as the beads of sweat began to form on her silken skin, her breasts, perfectly proportioned, firm but pliant, her litheness as she rose and fell over me. I was her slave. She could do with me what she would. But I had established an equilibrium. A delicious one to be sure, and one close to shifting out of control. But as it was, I knew I could hold on. She would not make me come! It became a test of wills. How long could Divine keep up this effort? How long could my now fully swollen and extended member withstand the pressure? I knew I would succeed. And yet I failed. Miserably! But the reason was not Divine. Her stamina was awesome. Her pelvic thrusts became wilder and wilder, more and more powerful. Her nipples stiffened as she became, voluntarily or no, more and more excited and involved. Yet I know, am sure, that I could have withstood Divine’s endeavors for ever. It was Divine who brought me to the brink, but it was Diana who took me over! Divine had spread her legs so that her feet were planted firmly on either side of the chaise longue. Her hands grasped the frames and her body was buckled over so that her entire weight and force was behind every thrust. And the thrusts came faster and faster, harder, harder and ever harder. She was gasping now, but nothing would stand in her way. Her groin came down on mine, she grunted on the down stroke as the chair recoiled with the force. Her cunt gripped my cock with ever greater urgency. She looked at me from time to time as if to say ‘You’re not going to resist me. You’re going to come, whether you like it or not!’ And just at the point where I was sure she was spent, could last no longer, the corner of my eye caught sight of Diana as she made her way down to where we stretched and strained at the foot of the pool. Diana, who Angel had called over to finish off Divine. But who instead finished off me. For some reason, perhaps haste, but probably more because of her simple lack of sophistry, her naturalness, Diana had forgotten to put on her bikini. She was completely naked. Her pear-shaped breasts with their prominent nipples bobbed gently as her perfectly proportioned frame made its way down the side of the pool. Her shoulders were slender but square beneath a long, elegant neck and her long hair was spread out framing her oval face in perfect symmetry. Her figure was neither slim nor rounded, boyish nor feminine, it was proportioned to be all of these things at the same time. Her waist was slender, but there was a slight rounding of her stomach, enough to give contour to her figure. The bones of her hips protruded slightly in the sense that they were clearly there, but she was neither wide- nor narrow-hipped. And her legs were endless, silken thighs and calves that tapered all the way to the ground. And between, the mystery of her groin, hidden behind the tiniest wisp of hair. Diana’s body was perfect, and she bore it like the finest gown, moving elegantly, but effortlessly, streaming along behind the wisp on her mound of Venus, as though this knew the way through the universe! One look at Diana was all I needed. She was a stunner, and I was a gonner! And so the scene of one hour before repeated itself. This time with Divine in the cats cradle position and with the heavenly Diana steering the head of my cock between the stiff hairs of Divine’s cunt to stimulate her and, vainly, try to make her come. It was I that came. Again, in pints. And it was the divine Diana whose soft lips closed over my cock, drawing out the moment. Milking me yet again dry. As for Divine, she gave me one look, of unadulterated triumph, and off she was, her cunt soaked in my fluid, to try her hand with the dildos and clips, leaving me alone with my true conqueror. Cathy, Sandy, both in turn had excited me, I thought to the level that was possible. But neither was Diana. Diana was a new dimension, as if from another planet. I have tried to describe Diana but I’m sure I cannot do her justice. Many times I have tried to analyze the magic hold she had on me. Was it the glint in her eye, her perfect proportions, the naturalness with which she wore her nakedness, the anachronistic mixture of nymphomaniac and ‘girl-next-door’, of naïve freshness and yet the complete absence of carnal inhibitions, the body language with which she turned, tilted, twisted and aligned that perfect frame. Probably all of these things and others that I have not the wit to put to paper contributed to the ‘total package’ that was Diana. Whatever this was it removed my schizophrenia in no uncertain way so that instead of collapsing in a shrivelled shadow of his former self, as was usual after a mind-blowing orgasm, my fella kept respectfully at attention. Diana stroked, sucked, nibbled, pinched, bit, leaving no stone unturned as though there was no end, and no end to be. And she had a delightful way of ensuring I got glimpses of her pussy as she worked. I’m quite sure it was deliberate. She would move in just such a way that I got a very brief glimpse, and wanted more, and got more, though still not enough, and she would continue to move, apparently accidentally, so that I could stroke her calf, her thigh and eventually, after what seemed a age, to slide my finger between her legs and confirm what my eye had suspected. Diana’s cunt lips were, well I say not perfect because so much is obvious, but also pure velvet to the touch, exquisitely moist and glistening. And so we remained. As she worked me, gently but firmly, so I stroked my fingers up and down her crack, following her lead, massaging, pinching, circling, beginning millimeter by millimeter to penetrate unto the holy of holies. I know it is quite naïve but I state it simply as a fact, that I completely lost any sensation of the context -- that we were actually engaged in an audition the successful result of which would be that Diana would become a ‘porno star’ who would suck and fuck with whomsoever her director decided she should, and would be viewed on myriad screens around the world by countless numbers of hot frustrated males as they got their rocks off. As far as I was concerned, Diana and I, that sunny afternoon up at Angel’s place, were man and woman who’s earnest desire it was to pleasure each other, and themselves to the maximum extent possible. After what seemed a exquisite age, Angel instructed Diana to switch to the next position, which she did, but with such naturalness and grace that you would not believe she had been ‘scripted’. It was just a logical consequence of what had gone before. And Diana’s idea of the ‘female superior’ position was as far removed from Divine’s as one could possible imagine. Female superior it may have been, but there was no challenge, the one against the other, but only perfect harmony, pleasure given and taken in a measure that imperceptibly heightened and grew. Diana gave the impression of elevating herself, and her partner -- me, lucky me! -- onto a sexual cloud-9, there to remain just as long as we wanted, if not for ever, thank you very much. So ultimately, with her schedule in mind, Angel was obliged to call for the next position long before there was any sign of an impending orgasm, and to my great delight Diana continued to fuck me from the cat’s cradle position (which is nothing like as easy as you may imagine if you haven’t tried it, at least it isn’t if you don’t have a 12” dick!) all the while responding to the oral ministrations of Chloe, the next girl in line, who was feverishly licking at Diana’s cunt lips and clit in the vain attempt to induce a rush of blood and a relaxation of control. No such being imminent -- Diana showed no inclination to cut short the proceedings --- Angel called for an orgasm which Diana duly and expertly provided. Then, with a brief look back and a coy glance, which I in my infatuation interpreted immediately as an acknowledgement that I had meant more to here than ‘the mere meat’, Diana faded away to the other side of he pool, the perfect cheeks of her buttocks swaying elegantly with each step. I followed with my eyes longingly! Meanwhile, it was Chloe’s turn. Poor Chloe, it was not her fault that she had to follow perfection. She was pretty too in a pert sort of way and she chewed and sucked on my dick with the best of them and there was nothing whatsoever to criticize about her enthusiasm, or even her technique. Her cunt also was delightfully moist and squelched copiously as she fucked away. In other circumstances, I am sure I could have become very involved with Chloe, as with her successor, Consuela, a charming, wide-hipped, black-haired Hispanic, who smiled delightfully and placed a strong emphasis on eye contact. They went through their routines, both, and I will admit openly that I enjoyed their ministrations immensely. But the fact that my dick stayed iron hard and immutable throughout the full two hours that they worked on me was not their doing. It was the memory of Diana. In the end, on the basis of equal time and equal opportunity, Chloe and Consuela were given extra time to generate a cum scene, which they did by sequentially sucking my dick, upping the pace and keeping up the pressure until the poor chap eventually succumbed, providing both girls with facial lotion in copious quantities. I had survived! And succeeded. The 6 girls had sucked and fucked me in roughly equal measure, and all of them had been involved in an integral way in a cum scene. Angel had every reason to be satisfied. And so she was, at least she was much later in the evening when, long after the burly Clint had arrived with his limo to cart off the girls and the rolls of film, she got down to action and, to my own astonishment, sucked my fella, who I had long since given up for dead, back to life. Even more astonishing to me was her request if not demand! that I fuck her in the missionary position, as hard as the night was black, as long as it was long and as vigorously as was commensurate with the architecture and mechanical stability of the bed ! I have to say she was aroused in a way which I could not previously have conceived was possible in woman. I did my best to stem her passion, and if it was not good enough, then Lord knows, I had every kind of reasonable excuse! Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 03 When I look back on that day I can hardly credit that I got through it at all. But I did, and furthermore, I enjoyed it immensely. And, not wishing in any way to belittle the charms of Cathy, Sandy, Divine, Chloe and Consuela, the whole event was leant a highly roseate hue by the delectable presence of the regal Diana. I of course went in search of her as soon as circumstances permitted, but she was ‘changing’ and anyway the models were not allowed to fraternize with ‘the meat’, at least not at audition time. I had the distinct impression also that Angel had spotted my infatuation with Diana and was more inclined to snuff this off at the outset rather than to let it flower. So I quickly reconciled myself to the overwhelming likelihood that I had seen Diana for the last time (except possibly on the screen!), consigned her to one of the most pleasant memories of my life, and tried to get some sleep. For tomorrow was another day! ============================= Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 04 Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter IV: A Bizarre Contest! I awoke on the Sunday close to noon! This was not planned, but for some reason Angel had just left me there comatose. Mind you, I had every reason to be! After surviving a full day with six teenagers and a full night with Angel, a decent lie in was not entirely a luxury. This especially so, since it seemed every time I had fallen asleep during the night I awoke shortly later with my dick being worked on by a rather familiar set of teeth! And for some reason unbeknown to me --- what male has every understood the female pysche? ---- Angel had completely changed her preference. She worked my cock only long enough to make it hard enough to fuck. Then I was expected to perform with Angel in the missionary position until she came, preferably twice or thrice before I was allowed to cease my exertions and lapse back into the blessed comatose state of sleep. Not that I’m complaining, you understand! I knew this was the experience of a lifetime, and that it had to end, and that before it did I had better take maximum advantage. Still, when you’re exhausted there’s not much you can do except sleep, as mundane as this may sound when a gorgeous, all too willing chick lies next to you just waiting for the faintest sign of recovery to start out on the next fuck. As I say, I awoke at noon, poked around in the bathroom, grabbed a cup of coffee from the coffee maker and slowly began to take cogniscence of the day. Where was everybody? I looked out over the pool area, but nobody was there and the sets of the previous day had been dismantled. Angel and I had made no explicit agreement as to what was to happen today except that we would again be auditioning, and I had naturally assumed, though now was definitely beginning to dread, ‘more of the same’. I had serious doubts about my ability to perform, as indeed, who would not? But as I found out, these fears were unfounded, largely because today was going to be entirely different and the demands on me of a wholly new and (for me!) quite bizarre nature. This I found out when Angel eventually appeared. ‘Ah!’ she said. ‘There you are. We’re downstairs today. You’re just in time!’ And with that she took my hand and led me down into the basement, which, brilliantly lit, was as bestrewn with cameras and paraphanalia as the pool had been on the previous day. As my eye grew accustomed to the surroundings it fastened on the pasty faces of four young girls. Of waif-like appearance and milk-white skin and complexion, seemingly clones of one another, they were straddling what appeared to be padded wooden trestles. Their arms were tied loosely above their heads and their legs were splayed out on either side of the trestles, so that their full weight was carried by their groins. They seemed to be most uncomfortable, and as one squirmed in an obvious attempt to ease the stress on her vitals, I noticed with a sudden rush of shock that she was in fact impaled on a giant dildo! At that moment, a buxom figure dressed in garish red latex, including prominent thigh boots appeared from nowhere and cut the girl who had moved a fearful whack across her back with a vicious looking black handled whip. ‘Still! You are to be still!’ snapped the buxom figure, repeating the stroke with interest. The young girl tried to stifle her scream, but did not entirely succeed. ‘And quiet!’ screamed the Dom. ‘I want quiet. Show me that you can be quiet!’ And with that the Dom set about the young girl, cutting her again across the back, then three strokes diagonally across her tiny breasts and finally two across her flat stomach. Each stroke of the whip raised a welt, which sprang up instantly, a thin red stripe on a white background. I saw in horror that all of the girls’ bodies where criss-crossed by such stripes. With a supreme effort the girl being whipped succeeded in suppressing her screams, which, however, rang out loud and clear in my head nevertheless. I accosted Angel instantly. ‘What is this!?” I urged. ‘What’s going on?’ ‘Shh!’ Angel replied and drew me over into a corner to explain. It seemed that ‘Milton’, this being the guy for whom she had agreed to do the auditions, had decided to change the script on her and had sent up candidates for the ‘sub’ role in an S&M movie he was planning to make. I mean, I hardly knew what an S&M movie was, but this foretaste alone was quite enough and, of course, I was horrified and immediately made it clear to Angel that this was not something I was going to be a party to. ‘Don’t be so hasty,’ was her reply. ‘The girls are here voluntarily. They are genuine ‘subs’.’ She explained that ‘subs’ get their kicks by being subordinate to others. The clearest sign of subordination is the willingness to accept humiliation and pain so that for these girls, pain was in a very real sense pleasure. What may look to the uninitiated observer like torture, was in fact stimulation. All the while the girls where being whipped and tormented they were actually orgasming continuously in a way that non-subs simply could not emulate, no matter what the stimulation. And besides, all of the girls had their ‘safe’ word or signal, indicating they were at their limit. No-one would be hurt beyond their own personal degree of tolerance. This was an inviolate rule that all in the trade obeyed rigorously. The safe word or signal was holy. The girls all wanted the part, in the movie although they knew it would involve utter humiliation and a very high level of pain. And they had all agreed to the simple conditions Milton had laid down for the audition. The girls would receive identical treatment and the one who survived when the others had submitted by using their safe words would automatically get the part. Well I did not entirely buy this from Angel and looked at her slightly incredulously. Could she possibly be serious? What kind of operation was this, after all? As she was speaking another of the girls was being whipped, and writhed about impinged on her massive dildo. As the girl before her she made a supreme effort to remain silent, but the final stroke, cut diagonally across her belly was too much for her and she let out a shrill cry, which she stifled almost as soon as it was out. But this was too much for the Dom. The girl was lifted off her dildo --- my eyes almost popped out at the size of it, measured against that diminutive frame ---- and dragged across the floor to a bench, where she was made to lie down with her legs splayed, exposing fully her cunt with its still stretched labial lips. ‘Looks like you’re on!’ said Angel to me, as the Dom beckoned. ‘You’re kidding!’ I exclaimed. ‘I can’t do this! This is not my bag at all!’ ‘Think of it as a new experience,’ Angel said calmly. ‘And by the way, Milton agreed to double our take for an S&M audition.’ ‘You surely don’t think I’m going to get involved with this whatever the money!’ I said heatedly. ‘Well someone will,’ was Angel’s calm reply. ‘Clint is waiting in the car and I’m sure he’d give his eye teeth to take your place. He’s got a twelve inch dick the width of a baseball bat. You want him let loose on the girls?’ So there it was. A fait accompli. I had let myself in for it and now I had to go through with it, whatever ‘it’ was. In trepidation, I stepped forward to where the girl lay spread-eagled on he bench. The Dom had inserted the handle of her whip between the girls cunt lips and now pushed it fully home. ‘Can you imagine’, she said to me in mock irony. ‘A tramp like this can’t keep her mouth shut. Let’s give her something to help her, shall we.’ And so saying, the Dom dropped to her knees, took my limp cock and worked it viciously to attention. She paused. ‘Hmmm! Not much meat there,’ she said as if talking to herself. ‘But maybe enough, let’s see.’ And with that she led me by my dick around the bench, to where the helpless girl’s head hung down. Then with no finesse whatsoever, she shoved me into the girl’s mouth and deep down her throat, to the hilt, pressing the girl’s neck back against the side of the bench. Deep cock indeed! I became aware that the girl was sucking as vigorously as she possibly could and soon the reason was clear. The Dom had returned to retrieve her whip out of the girl’s cunt and in a trice the first stroke fell. It struck the inside of the girl’s left thigh leaving a weal whose upper edge was clearly visible to me as I watched on in horror but, I had to admit, increasing fascination too. I now was sharing the pain as with each stroke the girl bit harder and harder on her gag, my fully swollen member! Between strokes, the Dom would circle the girl’s cunt with the whip handle, or playfully draw the thong along the length of her slit. ‘How moist you are my dear,’ said the Dom admiringly. ‘That’s good. You’ll need that presently.’ And so saying she would make another vicious cut across the young girl’s naked thigh. Five strokes in all on each, every stroke approaching nearer to the holy of holies. Every second stroke, the Dom peered over the bench to watch the girl work on my cock. ‘Still not come?’ she would say. ‘My oh my. We’ll just have to supply a little more encouragement then won’t we.’ The next five cuts ran diagonally from right to left across those cherry red, swollen labial lips. I could feel the girl’s screams on my cock, hazard only a vague guess at the pain each stroke must have caused her. Her entire body would go stiff as each stroke landed and she would elevate herself from the bench for seconds before falling back. The Dom would wait, one, two, three, maybe up to ten seconds before landing the next stroke, each one more vicious than its predecessor. I tried as hard as I could to come, thinking this would put an end to the girl’s agony. But my long night with Angel had left me dry, void. I could erect, but could not come. And so the agony continued. Five more strokes across the cunt, this time from the other side, diagonally from left to right, criss crossing the previous five so the girl’s labial lips were flayed from both sides. Still the girl resisted. I could feel her crying now with my cock deep within her throat. Her control was beginning to weaken. Yet she held on tight. She did not succumb, even as those last wicked five strokes of the lash cut into her slit along its full length. Parting the lips and eating into the tender flesh of her inner vaginal walls. Finally it was over, or at least so I thought. The Dom put down the whip, and beckoned me to release myself from the girl’s mouth. She was comatose, for all I knew unconscious. But her agony was not yet over, for no sooner had I had rounded her slumped frame than the Dom grabbed me again by the cock and led me between those white, weedy legs criss-crossed with weals to where the tortured crack glared up at me. ‘Now you get to fuck!’ said the Dom with glee. ‘Fuck her ‘til she screams for mercy!’ I was of course horrified, but too deep into it now to refuse. Besides, who knew what horrible torture the Dom would dream up for the girl if I did not comply. So gingerly, I entered the girl, who was indeed mercifully wet, and, trying to be as gentle as I could while appearing vigorous, started to fuck her. But this did not fool the Dom for a single instant. ‘Fuck her, I said! Get your dick into her. Ram her. I want to see her squirm!’ And she laid her whip across my backside with abandon. And there was nothing to be done other than to obey. I fucked the girl for all I was worth, ramming into her and grinding her back against the bench. And wonder of wonders, what d’you think happened? All of a sudden I felt those characteristic vaginal contractions and I realized that in spite of all that had been done to her, the girl was about to orgasm. And so she did, and, although a silent one, for the fear of a repeat whipping sealed her lips as tight as tight could be, it was a giant inside! I knew, I could feel it. The Dom watched in scorn. Nothing escaped her. ‘Look at the tramp!’ she said. ‘Coming like a two-bit whore.’ And so saying, she folded her arms in disapproval and stomped off. And I was obliged to repeat this procedure three times more on the other girls. Not to the end, fortunately for me, because two of the girls simply could not stay the course and gave their secret signal of submission. One lasted almost to the end, succumbing only on the third to last cut along her open crack. I was still deep inside her throat and I could feel her agony and sense that she could not go even a few strokes further. She was at the end of her tether. The other girl gave in almost immediately the Dom started to cross-lash her cunt. I guess it was a matter of sensitivity. The girl may have had some experience with cunt whippings, but what the Dom was handing out was surely special. Not even practiced subs, I thought, could have experienced this. The final girl, however, got through with aplomb, at least she seemed to experience less pain than the first one. Even the last five brutal strokes lengthways along the entire length of her vaginal slit did not bring her close to submission. The Dom was obviously expert at this and had a technique whereby the first stroke would land exactly between the girl’s pussy lips, spreading them slightly. The second and third strokes would then land slightly to one side, parting the lips further and opening the girl so that the fourth and fifth strokes landed on the unprotected inner walls of the vagina. I could not imagine what the level of the pain would be, let alone how the girls could withstand it. As before I was required to follow up the cunt whipping with a fuck and this time it was a serious affair. This girl was not about to come. ‘Harder, Master’, she could whisper in a husky voice. ‘Fuck me harder!’ And I would step up the pace and grind with even greater force into the girls’s swollen cunt. Then, ‘Harder, Master, Fuck me harder!!” And so on until I was myself at the end of my tether. By now the Dom was fully aroused. She had unzipped her latex suit revealing large pendulous breasts with extended areolas and long, hard nipples with which she played. ‘Fuck that girl!’ she demanded, and as I was obviously beginning to flag, she decided to help me along by cracking me across the backside with her whip. Even the first stroke hurt, and by the time she was up to five there was no stopping here. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…..’ she screamed, punctuating each expletive with a fresh crack of her leather thong, each more vicious than its predecessor. Anxiously I looked at the girl for signs of an impending orgasm, but to no avail. She just looked up at me with her cow eyes and said ‘Harder, Master, harder. Fuck me harder!!’ And so it became a matter of self-preservation that I should end this myself which, mercifully, occurred before my ass was cut to ribbons. I pulled away and with a great exhalation of breath spewed cum all over that ruby red and glistening cunt before me. The Dom was clearly quite taken with the scene. ‘Myohmy,’ she sighed. ‘The stud can’t keep it up. Ohwell! There’s always later!?’ At which she turned and stomped away, her boot heels clicking on the floor of the cellar room. I looked down at the now comatose figure of the girl, white limp body criss-crossed from top to bottom with angry red stripes culminating in a dense mesh across the inner parts of her thighs and across her entire vaginal area. The red of her cunt was now spotted with my milky white come and I remember reflecting that this seemed to me at the time, quite paradoxically, the most erotic vision I had ever encountered. Obviously, I had got used quite effectively to the notion of pleasure and pain, to the point of having even participated actively myself, as the weals across my backside reminded me. I had certainly not protested when the Dom did this to me, nor even minded. In fact, I knew inside myself that the beating, however short and mild, had served to excite me to the point of orgasm. I remember thinking there and then that I had to get hold of myself. This was exciting me too much. I was becoming accustomed to the coupling of sexual pleasure with the inflicting of pain, even though it was not I who was doing the inflicting. It was exciting me more and more nevertheless. I remember thinking that one day not so very far away I would have to return to my former life as an accountant, going home every evening to a lonely apartment to eat a TV dinner in front of the tube. How would I manage to find and keep a girlfriend if secretly my earnest desire was to see her tied to a post, royally laced with weal marks and viciously cunt-whipped? Angel appeared and took me by the arm. ‘You survived, I see,’ she said with only the faintest trace of sarcasm. ‘Angel, I don’t like this,’ I said to her urgently. ‘I agree I got excited. I did find the whipping of the girls a turn-on. I won’t deny it. I even didn’t mind when she whipped me. But this shouldn’t go on. It’s not good for me. Get me out of here!’ But Angel just smiled sweetly. ‘Not to worry,’ she said. ‘You’re doing fine. We’re down to two and Tracy will soon finish off one or other of them off. She may not need you at all any more. Hang in there. We’ll soon be alone together…… And besides, I wouldn’t like to think what Clint would do to those poor girls if he got let loose now after he’s been jerking off all day out there in the hot sun. Take a break. Use the pool. Relax a bit.’ And what could I say. I should have put my foot down and just left. But then I would never have known what Tracy did to the girls next, nor which of these would crack first. I have to be honest and admit to a certain fascination with the whole scenario. I don’t know. Maybe I really am a sadist at heart? I went out to the pool and did a couple of laps to clear my head and get the musk of the cellar out of my skin and hair. The warm California sun smoothened out the wrinkles in my brain and calmed me. I lay on my chaise longue with my eyes closed, hoping that I would not need to return to the scene in the cellar, but nevertheless becoming more and more curious as to what was happening down there. And in the end, I have to admit, it was the curiosity that got the better of me. I persuaded myself that it was concern for the girls that drove me down there, but this is not the truth. I knew Tracy was torturing them and I wanted to see it. That’s the honest truth, and if you judge me harshly all I can say is, beware you ever get yourself into a similar situation! As I arrived in the cellar and my eyes accustomed themselves to the light I saw that the two girls were back on their trestles impaled on their dildos. Angel was sitting on a chair in the corner cradling her camera, but Tracy was nowhere to be seen. ‘What happens next?’ I asked Angel, who just shrugged. Presently, Tracy appeared carrying a large plastic receptacle. She placed the receptacle on a table and beckoned me to help her lift the girls off their dildos and to deposit them on low, narrow benches that had been set out, each facing directly into a camera. The benches were like those one encounters in sports’ changing rooms, but were padded in strategic locations, most noticeably beneath the girls’ rumps, which were slightly elevated. Tracy tied the girls’ wrists and ankles loosely to rings placed at strategic positions. Their hands brushed the floor below their waists and their legs were drawn straight upwards, spread wide and oriented slightly backwards, with the aid of ropes arranged around pulleys. Tracy adjusted the pulleys and the ropes until the splay of the girls’ legs left their groins and vaginas exposed, stretched, vulnerable, and directly in view of the cameras. She admired her handiwork. Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 04 ‘Very nice!’ she said with satisfaction. ‘And now to proceed. The movie involves the model accommodating twelve men, the ‘chosen twelve’. These have been given the right to use the model according to a set of rules. Certain practices, or acts are written down on cards which are placed face down on a table. The men draw the cards and carry out the acts. Any man who fails to carry out his assignment satisfactorily according to the card is immediately chained and carried away for later ‘treatment’. Such treatments are not nice! So the men are strongly motivated to carry out their assignments to the full. We are now going to try out some of the assignments to see which of you fulfills them best. We have only one man, so he will be doing his best to fulfill the role of the chosen twelve. Occasionally I may need to help him. Remember the rules! You can submit at any time by giving your safe signals. The first one who does will be eliminated and the other will get the part. Please remember that what you undergo here is entirely voluntarily. You may quit and leave at any time by simply giving your signal. If you stay, it is entirely at your wish.’ And so saying she looked from one girl to the other. ‘You’, she said, indicating the girl who had gone under the whip first, ‘are Model Number 1. And you,’ she faced the other who had lasted out under the whip with such bravado, ‘are Model Number 2’. The girls nodded, somewhat grimly I thought -- so much for pain being pleasure, the apprehension of pain certainly seemed not to be--- and Tracey turned away and moved over to the table. I saw she had laid out on the table various strange devices, dildos, whips and metal clips of various kinds. Each was carefully labeled with a number. At the head of the table was the infamous deck of cards, which Tracy proceeded to shuffle. She did so very deliberately, eyeing the girls balefully. ‘Let the first man step forward!’ she exclaimed. It was a moment before I became aware that she meant me! ‘Take your card.’ she said. I hesitated. ‘Hesitation in taking one’s card is unmanly and may be punished!’ said the Dom sternly! I was in no position to argue. I took a card from the middle of the deck and looked at it in trepidation. ‘Suck the model’s right nipple until it is firm. Then fasten clip 4 around it and tighten. When it is tight, place three ice cubes in the model’s cunt and fuck her hard for three minutes.’ I looked at Tracey in horror. Did she really expect me to do this? Yep! No doubt!! Hesitantly, I made my way over to the table and found ‘clip 4’, a neat metal clip that tightened by pulling on a thin string that ran over a ratchet. I returned to the bench were the first girl was lying. She looked up at me helplessly. What was I to do? Tentatively I began to lick her nipple, but on prompting by Tracey, who had a nice way of edging one on with the handle of a whip, sucked harder and harder until the nipple stiffened and became red. Impatient, Tracey whisked me aside and started working on the nipple with her nails, scratching and nipping until the nipple was at least double the length and size I had achieved. ‘Now the clasp,’ she said. I handed it over and she fixed it firmly over the base of the nipple and pulled on the string until it tightened. The girls nipple stood out even more, and more yet as Tracey pulled on the string until the clamp was almost at its narrowest. The girl bit her lip in pain. Tracey sat back and looked down at the girl. Then she crossed to the table and returned with a metal device consisting of a spiked wheel. This she ran across the nipple ten times, obviously causing much pain. ‘Very nice,’ Tracey said. ‘Now the ice!’ Grim faced, I removed three cubes from the large receptacle Tracey had brought down with her. I began to soften the edges of one by sliding it up and down the girl’s slit, but Tracey would not let me. Again she took over, ramming the three cubes and one more ‘for good measure’ she said, into the girl’s narrow and unrelaxed cunt. Tracey eyed me balefully. ‘At this point,’ she said pointedly, ‘Gentlemen are erect! I’m sure you are a gentleman… Ah well….’ She whisked the tip of her whip across my limp tool. ‘We’ll do it the hard way.’ And so saying she went to the table and returned with the receptacle of ice cubes. ‘Go on!’ she said. ‘Get it up!’ And so saying she began inserting more ice cubes into the hapless girl’s widening cunt. I understood, and hastily began jerking off desperately trying to get stiff. I could not help notice that Angel, far from helping out in my hour of need, was filming everything most assiduously. Twelve cubes and still my damn cock refused to cooperate. The girls was looking up at me now genuinely worried. He cunt was beginning to bulge out with the sheer volume of the ice Tracey was shoving into her. I bent to try to enter the girl, but Tracey stopped me, feeling my cock and edging her nails into it. ‘That’s not good enough!’ she exclaimed. That’s an insult to this lovely girl. Look at her rosy pussy just waiting for you. She’s worth far more than that! The poor girl was loaded up with twenty five cubes before my erection satisfied Tracey’s adequacy test. Tracey stepped back, ‘Ok Buster. Twenty-five cubes, twenty five minutes! Let’s see what you’re made of!’ she said testily. ‘Let’s see some fucking!’ And she set a timer on the table, for what I presumed was twenty five minutes, retreated a few steps and sat down on a hocker that was placed strategically nearby. Gingerly, I sought a way though that ice field. The ice cubes were sharp at the corners and packed tight. How can that apparently tiny cunt, I thought, contain so much ice? There did not indeed seem to be any space. Icy resistance at every point! ‘Let’s see some fucking, I said!’ came the interrogative from the Dom. ‘Get to it! Or do you need a few ice cubes shoved up your ass to help you along’. No further incentive being necessary, I closed my eyes, tried to ignore the pain and pushed my dick deep into the floes of ice, ignoring all resistance. And eventually my efforts were rewarded and I found a way in, amid much gasping and moaning by the girl. But of course a cunt that had managed to absorb 25 ice cubes had no real difficulty accommodating one medium size cock as well, so in no time I was able to set up a little action, and the girl, far from resenting the additional intrusion, urged me on, bucking against me as hard as she could. No passion this, I rapidly realized, but sheer necessity. If the effect on my cock was any judge, which after all got to spend half its time free of the ice, namely on the upstroke, the girls’ innards were rapidly freezing and hurting her like hell. My ministrations were a major means to melt the ice and reduce the pressure against the vaginal walls, and deeper in wherever the ice had penetrated. Since the ice seemed to have a highly beneficial effect on my fella, I was able to penetrate her deeply and soon we had a nice little rhythm going. Even Tracey was impressed ‘Not bad!’ she said. ‘Nice little action. You two keep this up y’hear, while I attend to the other one.’ And what could one do but comply. My girl was now bucking up against me in a way that spoke of an urgent need, and I was as compliant as a ‘gentleman’ should be in serving her! I was scarcely less desirous than she was that the ice would melt between us, so to speak!, and I could not help but reflect on the extraordinary similarity between the desire to achieve sexual gratification and to relieve oneself from a growing anxiety that one’s vital parts would freeze solid! Probably the pain would have been less had we remained immobile, but at the expense of frostbitten genitals! Cogniscent of the fate of climbers caught in high places without gloves (and even of the odd one who had made the fatal mistake of nipping outside in the middle of the night to pee!) I was quite as anxious as my partner to preserve my vital parts. So the pair of us fucked like rabbits in a way that probably looked to the camera as though we were earnestly, if insatiably, pursuing mutual gratification, whereas our sole concern was to generate maximum heat! In spite of my frenetic focus on my partner’s ice-laden cunt, I could not help but notice out of the corner of my eye what Tracey’s attentions to the ‘other one’ constituted. Both of the ‘other one’s’ nipples were now adorned with clips and the spiked wheel had been very much in action. The girl’s nipples were taught and fully erect, like the right nipple of my girl, Model 1, whose tip stood out so far it practically scratched my chest whenever I lowered myself on her to take the weight off my arms and wrists. And then the ice tray came into view and cube after cube was inserted one by one into the vaginal orifice of Model 2, seemingly, as if by some magic trick to, into nothing. Tracey seemed to enjoy very much this part of the proceedings, and with one girl fully laden, she took her time with the other one. She had donned a pair of black gloves which protected her fingers from the ice and allowed her to rim the girls vaginal opening with each cube and even rub it up and down across her clitoris before slipping it finally into its destination. It took her quite some time to reach 25. ‘Twenty five for Model 1, twenty five for Model 2’, she said. And looking across at he timer followed up with ‘All right you. Time’s up. Get your dick out of that one and into this one!’ She was of course fully serious, and in no time flat I was fucking myself stupid on Model 2, whilst Model 1 thrashed around trying to melt the remaining ice cubes in her vaginal tract before the frostbite set in. Model 2 took the opposite approach and just lay there with her eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to the ice, to me or to my desperate attempts to prevent my cock from freezing into a solid block. The only reaction that came from the girl was when I lowered myself onto her to take the strain off my arms. I realized that the weight of my chest was torture to those extended nipples in their clamps. Yet what could I do? It was impossible for me to keep my full weight off the girls for a full hour. I did my best to minimize the contact. That’s was all I could do. I remember reflecting that the entire experience was as far removed from what one normally associates with the sex act as one can imagine. Nevertheless, I had to admit, I was highly aroused. My cock was erect as never before and I eventually did succeed in hard-fucking the girls, full-cock, full tempo for practically a full hour without even approaching near to an orgasm. I realized that the ice played an important role in this of course, but also that without the training I had received from Angel I would nevertheless have come within the first few minutes and that would have been that. The timer went off, and I heaved myself off Model 2 with relief and stepped back. Model 1 was quiet now too, and I saw that Tracey had clamped her left nipple as well as the right so the girls were arrayed equivalently. They lay back on their benches as before with their legs extended to the sky, the only visible sign of the ‘ice game’ being a reddening of their vaginal lips, and of course the erection of their tightly clamped nipples. What would Tracey think of next? ‘Time for another card, I believe,’ was her response, gesturing to me. ‘choose one and read out what it says.’ I stepped up to the table. ‘Take the two clamps marked 6 and 7,’ I read. ‘Affix them to the outer labial lips of the Model’s vaginal opening and tie the attached strings around the Model’s back to the nipple clamps and tighten so that the vaginal opening is fully exposed, all clamps are fully embedded and will not work loose. Then stimulate the Model’s clitoris with your tongue, lips and teeth continuously for as long as you wish but for no less than fifteen minutes.’ ‘Ah!’ said Tracey with satisfaction. ‘you’ve chosen a delightful card. Gentlemen have been known to stimulate for three or four hours and the effect as the Model comes to orgasm and the clamps on her cunt and tits pull against each other is quite exhilarating! I remember one case where the Model practically came continuously throughout the entire four hours. The clamps were practically drawing blood, but she couldn’t stop orgasming. Delightful!! Unfortunately, we do not have the time to do this properly, so we’ll settle for half an hour, but make the stimulation very forceful. Minimum of tongue and lip, maximum of teeth. Bite the bitches clits off! Tell you what. We’ll do one each. No! We’ll each do fifteen minutes on each. Then they’ll get attended to properly at least half the time.’ I got to start on Model 2, and of course I could hardly go easy on the clamps --- vicious affairs with strong wire springs and crocodile teeth ---- because Tracey would be doing Model 1, who apparently we had both identified as likely to give first. I opened up Model 2’s vagina gingerly, separating her labial lips and, trying to be as gentle as I could affixed the first clamp to it, catching a fleshy part that I thought would not hurt so much as the narrower lip. I passed the string underneath her as instructed and fastened it to the nipple clamp, tightening so the right labial lip was pulled open and the left breast with its erect nipple was drawn down towards the girls hip. I felt rather than heard the gasp of pain from the girl, but I had to tighten at least enough to satisfy Tracey. I followed the mirror procedure on the other side and stepped back. Of course, it was not good enough. Finished with her work, Tracey came over to me and brushing me aside with a ‘Pshaw! Pansy!!’ she set about increasing the tension. ‘You start on the other one,’ said Tracey disparagingly. ‘Leave this one to me!’ And so I returned to my timid, delicate Model 1, all trussed up, with her vagina splayed wide apart and its clitoral hood standing out like a sentinel. Tracey had tied the string very tight and had made the girl elevate her groin slightly so that her weight was holding the string in place. If she relaxed her rump so that it touched the bench she would stretch the string and pull on the cunt and nipple clips. It was a devilish contraption and, obviously, the girl was already in great pain. Tears welled in her eyes as the force of the clamps cut into her tender skin. I tried to mouth to her ‘Give the sign! Give the sign!’ but either she did not understand, or she would not do it. This was one tough baby! ‘Well get to work, get to work! You’re not here to enjoy yourself,’ Tracey snapped with a chuckle, and Model 2 let out a sharp yelp as the Dom settled down to a meal of clitoris. I worked my Model as gently as I could but I discovered an apparent paradox. The more lightly I brushed my girl’s clit, the more she seemed to moan and move about and the more pain it caused her. In the end, I was practically munching away at her, this seeming to cause her the least distress. Whether she experienced sexual pleasure I really could not say, but I would certainly hazard a doubt, a strong doubt! The timer pinged and Tracey and I switched. I knew my girl was in for it. And I have to confess that I had now taken sides. It was not fair, but somehow Model 1 had gained my sympathy. I was rooting for her. So when I lowered myself between Model 2’s legs and saw the elevated, fully erect clitoris glittering and practically showing the marks of Tracey’s teeth, I practiced what I had learned with Model 1. I just brushed the clit with my tongue ever so gently and lightly, noticing with pleasure that this had the same effect on Model 2 as it had had on my girl. I kept this up for a while and soon had Model 2 in real trouble. She was hurting, but she was becoming more and more aroused and it was harder and harder for her to stay still. I just kept up a steady pace with the tip of my tongue licking across the ever more rigid clit. I could feel the gathering orgasm, which finally broke in waves, each punctuated by a scream. As the waves subsided Model 2 tried to end the stimulation, which clearly had become as painful to her as the tugs on her cunt and her tits. She thrashed about and waggled her hips, but I had her where I wanted her. I closed my lips over her clitoris and sucked mercilessly. She could not free her clit from that tongue tip licking away, which drove her wild and broke down her control completely. She was yelling now and I thought for a moment she had given the sign, but apparently not. The timer pinged, and I was conscious of Tracey pulling me away from the girl. ‘Not bad!’ she said. ‘Maybe you’re not such a pansy after all! I’d like to see you go on with that. Most exhilarating! But we agreed half and hour and half an hour it shall be.’ So I had to take another card and this one was very simple. It said: ‘Fuck the Model with your arms behind your back for as long as you like, but for at least fifteen minutes. It is unmanly to come before fifteen minutes are up’ Holy Christ! I thought. Fifteen minutes of me pumping into those wracked cunts with my full weight pressing on their bodies. They would never be able to take this. ‘What about it Big Boy? You up to this? Or shall I fetch Clint in to spell you?’ So there was nothing for it but to comply. They drew straws and I ended up fucking Model 1 first. And there was no letting up. Every time I tried to take it easy Tracey’s whip would land across my backside, once, twice, thrice, until she was satisfied that I had again picked up the pace. ‘Fuck that cunt!’ she expleted, punctuating with a few more cracks. Again I tried with my eyes to convey to my girl that she should submit. It was clear that the pain was all but unbearable. Yet she would still not quit. What spirit! She survived her fifteen minutes of torture, though I would not like to say she could have taken a minute more. Her screams and yelps had turned to chokes and gurgles as the pain took her dangerously close to unconsciousness. As before, I laid into Model 2 with as much gusto as my aching bones could manage, and somehow she had now figured that I was saving a little extra for her. No need here for Tracey’s whip. But Model 2 did not complain. Her early apparent indifference was long gone, and her suffering palpable, but she was far from being broken. She survived her fifteen minutes, again barely and obviously close to the end. Tracey brushed me aside. ‘All right.’ she said. ‘Time to finish this off.’ ‘What are you going to do?’ I asked in genuine concern. ‘They won’t submit. You’re surely not going to continue.’ I looked at Angel in concern, but she just shrugged. All the cameras including hers were whirring as they had been through the entire procedure. ‘All subs have their breaking point,’ Tracey said. ‘These are no exception. I just don’t have time to get them there slowly so I can enjoy it. We gotta get this done fast. Just clear the decks. I need some air with this one’ And so saying, she crossed over to the table and returned with a thick hide whip which she drew across each girls’ face to show them what was about to happen. ‘This is what I’m going to do to you whores!’ she said. ‘You’ve had your chance. Hours of fucking this gentleman here, and one lousy orgasm the entire time! Well now we’re going to make him come properly. You’re going to make him come, with my help. Get in position Big Boy’. She made me bend over the bench facing away from Model 2 and stuffed my cock, still stiff from the fucking, into her mouth. ‘Now suck that cock!’ screamed Tracey. ‘I wanna see this pansy come all over you’ And so saying she raised her whip and brought it crashing down on Model 2’s exposed cunt. The girl’s entire body recoiled at the terrible shock of the blow, falling as it did on the inner flesh of her vagina. Her body jolted uncontrollably, jerking at the labial clamps and the clamps around the nipples, compounding the agony which, judging from the way her teeth were clamped around my cock, went on for a full minute before it began to subside. And as it did, another blow landed on that exposed cunt, and then another and another, and on it went like some horrible nightmare I could not escape. Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 04 Then suddenly it was over. By what gesture I know not, but Model 2, finally, had given the sign, her fail safe sign. She was done. Tracey untied her bounds and unclipped the clamps and carried her bodily across to a padded bench at the far side of the room. ‘Now for the other one,’ she said, ‘Model 2 managed 15, let’s see what you can do!’ And again there was nothing for it but to get in position with my dick in my girls mouth and root for her as that deadly whip cracked into her raw, exposed cunt walls, blow compounding blow. How that tiny frame could absorb such punishment I cannot even hazard a guess, but she did and as the sixteenth blow fell, a particularly vicious cut I shared with her her triumph. Against the odds, she had come out ahead. And wonder of wonders, as Tracey released her from her bonds and made as if to carry her across the room, she stopped her and said ‘But there’s unfinished business!’ And she sat on the bench and beckoned me forward. And then she took the head of my cock in her mouth and the shaft in her hand and sucked and pumped me until I was as stiff as a flagpole. Then she lay down on the bench with her legs apart exposing that tortured pussy, and bade me enter her and fuck her, grasping onto me with her arms and gripping me with her legs until the most crushing orgasm overcame me and her pain turned truly into exquisite pleasure. As I came, no less did she, and together we bucked and fucked and humped and finally fell apart, limp with exhaustion, but satiated like never before. Angel filmed it all. ‘Not bad,’ she said admiringly, putting down the camera. ‘For a pair of amateurs!’ ‘Knew she was a damned whore the moment I set eyes on her,’ was Tracey’s parting shot! As you can imagine, this entire episode had left me confused, disconcerted and even quite horrified at my own participation. I excuse myself only in that I was unwittingly drawn into a state of delusional delirium where one’s normal inhibitions and sense of proportion went out of the window and new, frightening purely animalistic instincts took over. I spent some time alone at the pool, perhaps trying to wash away the day’s experience. Angel came out some time later to announce that Clint’s limo had conveyed away the girls and all the apparatus they had brought with them for the filming. I told her about the way I felt. ‘Nonsense,’ was her reply. ‘You did what any guy lucky enough to be in your circumstances would do. I thought you did great. Turned me on something awful.’ And so saying, she nestled up to me and I felt her hand reach down for my cock. But this was too much for me! ‘Angel,’ I said firmly, drawing away. ‘I can’t be involved in this kind of thing. So I admit I was turned on, and to a level that I have never before experienced. But I can’t assimilate all this. I just had the most intense orgasm of my life fucking a waif of a girl who’s cunt has been flayed to ribbons and who still came with me like an fucking express train! I don’t even know her name: Model 1!? Please understand, Angel, I need to get away to clear my head and understand what happened. Please understand. I just have to go now.’ Angel withdrew and her attitude changed to one of nonchalance. ‘Suit yourself,’ she said lightly. ‘Don’t call me. I’ll call you!’ I like to think this indifference was feigned, but, well, the male ego is what it is and who knows what Angel was really thinking and feeling as I got in my car and, vaguely conscious that I was taking a step that could prove irreversible, I drove away down the hill. ============================================== Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 05 Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess Chapter V Diana! Angel did not call. I called. About three hundred times, or so it seemed. But whether at the boutique or at the house on the hill, all I got was Angel’s sweet answering message promising to return the call, endless ringing, or a busy signal. I left messages galore, but no call was returned and in the end even my male ego was convinced! Angel had meant what she had said. It was over. Never in my life have I experienced such a combination of helplessness and despair. In such circumstances, the male makeup calls for action. Do something, anything. So I tried to find out where Angel’s boutique was --- she had never told me and I had never thought to ask. Since I was not even sure in which district of LA county this was, it was not too surprising that my search rapidly became untenable. I tried to locate her apartment --- thank God for the internet, thought I --- but it became clear rapidly that she had either given me a phony name or all her numbers were unlisted. The third weekend I swallowed my pride and headed up the hill to the house. On Friday evening no-one was there. I went again Saturday, only to find the black limo parked in the drive. Clint was not in it. Was he within? Was Clint my replacement? Or another? What was going on in there? I dare not ask. I did not ring the bell. I did not scale the wall to peer over at the swimming pool. I wimped out big time, got in my car and drove meekly away. The next few weeks were quite awful. How can one return to a life as a 9-5 accountant in a staid downtown LA financial services company after an experience such as I had just been through. Every evening I went home hoping -- for what? I tried hitting the bars, but the few attractive women I encountered were surrounded by a swarm of suitors obviously much more in their element than I was. I am basically a loner and definitely not the type who can trot out appealing opening lines to women in bars! I went to a few office parties, thinking perhaps to meet Angel, or perhaps that lightning would strike twice. I did date a couple of women. One from the office and one I got talking to at one of the parties. But neither showed much of a spark. Their idle chatter about clothes, what ‘people’ were doing and about the movies they had seen irritated me to the point where it was on the tip of my tongue to ask them whether they had ever been cunt whipped! Of course decorum prevailed. Also boredom to the point that even if they had been willing to stay over with me, I found myself disinterested and didn’t even bother to ask. I still thought of myself as a rather staid, conventional guy, as I had indeed been pre-Angel. And I thought that some day soon, I would revert to this former self, be comfortable with it and be ready for a ‘normal relationship’, whatever that was, with an ‘average woman’, whomever she was. But this time was not there yet! I had experienced excess and, unknowingly, embarked on a journey from which there is no easy return to ‘normality’, whatever that is! It must have been six weeks, or perhaps even a couple of months after the ending of my association with Angel that I bumped into Diana. Literally! She was sitting on the doorstep of my apartment building and I ran into her on my way out heading for the office. Of course I did not immediately recognize her. The two worlds, my day to day routine of going to the office and whiling away my evenings in whatever fashion I could, and my weekends at Angel’s place on the hill, were totally disconnected in my mind. Also, Diana was not stark naked, was not heading down towards my ‘chaise longue’ by the pool with a gleam in her eye and her nipples prominently and fully erect atop their firm, perfectly proportioned and deliciously supple supports. She was dressed in street clothes --- teenager gear, blue jeans and halter top --- carried a small rucksack on her back, seemed dejected and looked disheveled. One of a thousand young things you run into every day on LA’s uncompromising streets. Yet, through what aspect of her being I do not know, I recognized Diana instantly. And a flash of remembrance, and improbable hope! coursed through my brain. Hope? Yes, hope that something, anything was about to happen to allow me to break out of the depression that my current life was pressing upon me. ‘It is Diana, isn’t it?’ I asked, hesitatingly but unnecessarily. Diana nodded but did not speak. She seemed disoriented and it looked as though she had been crying. ‘What are you doing here?’ I asked gently. ‘Oh! Nothing!’ was the reply, literally truthful, but obviously irrelevant. Bit by bit I wormed the story out of here. She had been holed up with a boyfriend, but they had a fight and he threw her out on the street. Twenty years old and out on the street at 2am in LA! What a rat! ‘He was from the studio,’ she said in a monotone. ‘Bastards all of them!’ ‘So what are you doing here?’ I asked again. ‘I mean, is this an accidental meeting or did you know……’ ‘I knew you lived here. They told me at the studio…….’ She looked up at me with those azure eyes and long lashes. ‘I liked you. Somehow I knew you were different. So here I am. No money, nowhere to stay, nowhere to go…..’ ‘Don’t say that!’ I interposed quickly, afraid she would begin to cry. ‘Look, I have to go to the office now, but you are very welcome to stay at my place. Get freshened up and get some sleep. There’s food in the ice box. It’s quiet. No-one will disturb you. I’ll be back around 6 this evening and we can discuss how to get you fixed up. How does that sound?’ Again those cow eyes raised up to me. ‘Do you mean that?’ ‘Of course!’ ‘You’re so kind.’ She lowered her eyes. ‘I really do have nowhere else to go.’ ‘No problem!’ I said breezily. ‘I’m really glad to see you! And only too happy to help out.’ And, God be my judge, I was in no way lying! Well that was that for me for the day. I went through the motions but God help anyone who had to rely on any of the accounts I went through. My thoughts were on one thing and one thing alone. Diana! And I became increasingly anxious that when I got back to my apartment she would be gone. It had not seemed so when I left her, crumpled up in a heap on the bed, too exhausted even to undress. But my anxiety rose steadily anyway as the day wore on. I thought many times of making an excuse to leave early. But we were under a ferocious work load and many of us had been working late into the night to make up the backlog. My boss was one of those career females with a sharp edge to her tongue who one did not approach with such requests at such times. Truth to tell, she was something of an advertisement for the ‘Peter principle’ and was herself under the continuous stress that devolves from not being quite on top of things in one’s revere. There were the usual rumors as to how she had gotten where she was, but I paid these no attention. I quite liked her, she seemed to like me, we got along fine. I had never had a day off through sickness since joining the firm, I would not be able to fool her that day if I tried, and of course I could scarcely tell her the truth --- that I had the hots for a young chick half my age who at that moment was lying on my bed asleep. So I sat fidgeting on my paranoia and left matters to the hands of fate. I left at the earliest decent hour. Never has the downtown LA traffic been so roundly cursed! I made it nevertheless in record time and arrived at my apartment just before six. I parked the car askew, raced for the elevator -- never has that damned elevator taken so long to arrive ---- and, trying to be calm, let myself into the apartment. My relief can scarcely be described. There was Diana stretched out on the couch with the TV on and just finishing a sandwich she had made from the bits and pieces in the ice box. She greeted me with a big, seductive smile. ‘You’re early,’ she said coming over and giving me a peck on the cheek. ‘I wanted to be ready for you.’ She took me by the hand and squeezed it gently. ‘I’m glad to see you’re feeling so much better,’ I managed, trying to appear nonchalant. ‘Oh, you’ve no idea what a difference it makes when someone treats you kindly. I’m so grateful!’ ‘Nothing to be grateful about at all, Diana,’ I said. ‘It was a pleasure.’ ‘Well it will be,’ said she even more seductively, ‘when we get you out of those business clothes. You do look different with clothes on, I have to admit.’ She giggled, covering her mouth. ‘I think I like the other one better!’ And so saying she nestled up to me and began loosening my tie. ‘Diana, you don’t have to do this, you know. I’m just glad I was able to help.’ ‘Relax,’ she said. ‘A favor deserves a favor. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself and, believe me, I need badly to remind myself that men are not all like those pigs at the studio!’ So with my token resistance defused, Diana resumed loosening my tie, which she did very deliberately making sure her breasts brushed my chest. Whether she had had anything on under the halter top that morning she certainly did not now! Her nipples began to stand out through the thin cloth as she drew herself up and down and backwards and forwards across my shirt front. I remember thinking ‘This is wrong! I should not do this!’ but of course I was far beyond the point of no return. Diana could do with me what she would, and both of us knew it. With my tie drawn over my head she got to work on my shirt, button by button, stroking the hair on my chest with long, exploratory fingers. ‘Mmm! Sexy!’ she murmured. As she stroked, my hands, acting almost involuntarily, began to unfasten the buttons of the halter top until this fell away and her naked breasts with their hardening nipples gleamed up at me. She eyed me seductively, then pressed herself to me, massaging her nipples in my chest hair. Gently, she took me by the hand and led me into the bedroom. The curtains covered the window blocking out the evening light, and the room was lit but the lamps on the bedside tables, which lent the room a warm, cozy and seductive atmosphere. The bed was made, but a corner turned down, invitingly. On one of the bedside tables a large glass of bourbon gleamed. ‘I figured from the liquor cabinet that bourbon is your drink,’ she said, smiling. ‘Quite right,’ I said, clearing my throat. ‘Well, one of them!’ I crossed to the table and took a sip of the bourbon. ‘Thanks! That was thoughtful.’ I took another. And another! ‘Me too!’ she said. She took a sip and smiled up at me. Our lips brushed lightly. Looked at from above her breasts made the shape of two perfect pears, complete with thick, dark stalks. ‘I should take a shower,’ I said, as I felt her hand moving down. ‘Later,’ she murmured. ‘Later.’ And she sat down on the bed and began unzipping my trousers. Almost pedantic in her movements, she felt inside and drew my cock and balls inch by inch through the slit in my underpants, easing at the edges of the cloth and tucking it neatly in so that my balls and cock protruded fully and the pressure from the underside of my pants raised my ball bag, giving it a rounded appearance. Diana seemed fascinated by this and stroked and fondled my balls seemingly for ever, glancing up at me from time to time with that look that somehow combined the innocence of an angel with the wickedness of a vixen. I suppose the trade term for what followed is a ‘stand up blow job’, but the utter inadequacy and inappropriateness of such terminology became more and more apparent as Diana stroked, caressed, kissed, sucked every square inch of my cock and my balls until my entire genital region was aglow. Such was the care with which she went to work, it must have been half an hour before I was fully erect. She would work me very gently, then tighten just a little so that my cock stiffened, but then slacken up so that it relaxed again. In cycles, waves, she grew my fella with exquisite deliberateness to his full dimensions. Then she sat back on the bed as though admiring my cock, or her handiwork, or possibly both, and she began to unfasten my trousers and ease them down around my ankles. Freed from their accoutrements, the tension in my ball bag was relieved and my balls hung free. Long fingers stroked, massaged and engulfed them, while the wide mouth with its full lips raised my fella again to full attention. Inching my cock further and further into her mouth, Diana began to increase the pressure, sucking on the upstroke and releasing on the down, all the time watching my reaction to make sure she was pacing correctly, not too fast not too slow. Again, she would increase and decrease the tension in cycles, sucking harder and harder, at the same time squeezing my balls with her hands and digging her nails into the base of my cock, then, as she sensed a tenseness build up in my torso, relaxing the pressure, maintaining the status quo. I found myself recalling the long nights spent with Angel when this kind of action could go on for hours. But Angel’s talent was to keep me on a plateau for, well, for as long as she wanted me there, then take me suddenly from there to the top. Diana worked differently, deliberately raising me from one plateau to the next, never staying for very long on one particular one. For Angel there was only one col. Diana found many, and she lead me from col to col inexorably, but exquisitely slowly upwards towards the summit. She began to work my cock harder now, using her fingers and nails and brushing the head of my cock with her teeth on the upstroke. The downstroke took me deeper and deeper into her until the head of my cock encountered the back of her throat. She deep- throated me for an age, raising me to yet another col where I had never imagined there could be one. I was as close to orgasm as it is possible to be without coming. Somehow, Diana kept the juices locked inside even though the fire in my cock and balls burned now bright as the inside of a volcano. Diana kept me there for a very long time, judging perfectly from my breathing how close I was and how far she could go. This was the last col! Eventually, she stepped up the pace again, almost imperceptibly, but enough for the tension in my body to build up. My breathing was heavy now and I was losing control. Involuntary grunts came from deep within me. I was the fruit of Diana’s art, reverted to the purely animal. My grunts became more insistent as the volcanic glow in my genitals raised the magma through its tortuous channels to the surface. Diana sensed the impending eruption and she withdrew and tilted my cock upwards so that the tip lay just within her mouth and beneath her tongue. Gently but firmly she massaged the base with the finger tips of her right hand whilst holding the shaft very still with her left. My cock was the only still part of my body, which began to shake uncontrollably as the orgasm hit and the hot semen coursed into Diana’s mouth, to reflect back from the underside of her tongue and coat my shaft with it’s sticky lubrication. The eruption went on and on and Diana continued her finger tip massage for what seemed like an age. Involuntarily, my body responded with a series of jolts, like aftershocks, which gradually subsided. Only then did Diana take my cock again fully in her mouth, continuing to suck and massage until my fella gave up the ghost completely and collapsed. Diana sat back on the bed admiring her work. Her teeth were slightly bared and the inside of her mouth gleamed with the residual cum. A single strip of semen ran from the underside of her lip down her chin. My cock and balls were heavily coated with the stuff and I could feel a trickle finding its way into the crack between my balls and my thighs and beginning to run down. ‘Not bad,’ said Diana, looking up at me with that wicked smile of hers. ‘You’ve been saving that up for a while I can see! Now we both need a shower!’ And so began a long, long night of exquisite pleasure. With one or two breaks during which Diana told me something of her history, the sex was continuous. Fresh out of the shower, I carried her across the room to an overstuffed armchair that I had acquired somewhere, was rather attached to, but had never used. Tonight was the night. Diana settled back in the chair with her legs spread wide and I did for her what she had only too wonderfully done for me. She was fully shaved and her labial lips were lotus petals glistening pink. I began by running the tip of my tongue up and down the crack between the outer husk of her genitals and her thigh. I felt her legs splay further apart and continued until she was fully extended before moving in to tease the outer edge of the labia. As she had done with me, I took extreme pains to move her along as slowly as possible without losing sexual momentum. I had practiced the art of cunnilingus with Angel of course, but that night -- I say as I should not --- I truly excelled. There was something about Diana’s body, her manner and her bearing that I found truly irresistible and that inspired and excited me. I remember reading once that, basically, all women’s bodies are the same, than which, in my limited experience, nothing could be further from the truth. To me Diana was really a goddess and her vagina was hallowed ground that it was my incredible privilege to explore. And explore I did. As she had left no centimeter of my cock unexplored, so I gave attention to every millimeter of her cunt. All sense of time had long since left me, but I would swear that I worked on the outer part of her vagina for a full hour before gently easing my tongue between the petals and beginning a long, slow but inexorable penetration. I flicked my tongue across the inner wall of her vagina entering her deeper and deeper until her lips were fully opened and I was practically breathing the juices that flowed copiously from within her. I fucked her for a while with my tongue and lips hearing her gasp with pleasure. On the way out I grasped each vaginal lip in turn between my teeth and began a playful chewing motion that had her writhing in anticipation. I increased the pressure slowly seeking, and finding, that elusive boundary between exquisite pleasure and pain. I swear another hour went by before I gave way to the ever more obvious direction of Diana’s pelvic thrusts and slid my tongue up the full length of vaginal slit to her clitoris. Using a circular motion I edged her clit out from its hood to full erection. Diana’s gasps told me she was near the edge, but now I practiced what she had taught me and kept her there for as long as I could, stimulating the clitoral hood and the outer base of the clitoris, with only the occasional flick of the tongue onto the clitoral tip. Each flick elicited a gasp and the wild jerking of Diana’s pelvis told me how close the eruption was. Gently, I set my lips to enclose the clitoris and began ever so gently to suck. This was the end game. As I sucked, her bucking became wilder and wilder until a exhalation of breath and a sudden tensing of her body signaled the beginning of a massive orgasm. Her hands went to the top of my head and her legs closed tightly around my ears, but still I continued to suck her clitoris and flick the tip with my tongue easing only as the orgasmic spasms began to abate. ‘MiGod!’ said Diana when she could. ‘That was fantastic. Wherever did you learn that!’ ‘Gentlemen never tell,’ was my reply, a twinkle in my eye. By now of course I was fully aroused and when Diana saw my erection she grabbed my fella without a by your leave and rammed it deep into her cunt. I began somewhat tentatively, thinking that Diana’s orgasm may have left her sensitive, but it was plain that this was not what she had in mind at all. She wanted a hard fuck and she made here preference known in no uncertain terms! I was happy to oblige. That old armchair has surely never seen such action, but nevertheless could have been purpose designed. I could take the bulk of my weight on hands and feet while leaving more or less complete freedom of action for the ‘working parts’, which I exercised with alacrity. Diana’s vagina was pouring out lubrication so my thrusts deep in and out of her elicited squelching noises which blended with synchronous squeaks from the arm chair and Diana’s grunts and exhortations. She was supremely aroused and we had not been going for very long when I sensed the onset of a second orgasm. I stepped up the pace and ground her body down deep into the cushions of that old arm chair. She wrapped her legs around me, her feet drummed on my back, her thighs gripped tight around my waist and her finger nails gouged canyons in my back. I increased the stroke yet further until Diana came, in no-trumps! Her spasms went on and on and on, and I kept on grinding her back into the chair until I felt her body grow limp. Slowly I reduced the stroke and relaxed on top of my Goddess, the supreme, though now supine Diana. Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 05 But if I thought she was spent, I had to think again. In no time at all, our positions were reversed and Diana was on top of me grinding her groin into me as I had mine into her. She straddled me with her feet planted firmly on the ground on either side and her hands resting on the arms of the chair. For this position too, that old arm chair seemed perfectly designed -- perhaps we have a false perception of old Queen Anne!? Diana had her weight distributed on feet and hands and her ‘working parts’ were free to move up, down forwards backwards or to the side, exactly as she choose. She mixed it up, combining forwards-backwards motion that had my cock rocking to and fro deep inside her with hard up-down action riding my cock and landing on me with her full weight, eliciting an involuntary grunt on each stroke. In spite of the vigor of her movements, her degree of lubrication was such as to approach very close to the ‘frictionless fuck’. I was on a roll and, for my part, this action could have gone on all night were it not for the visual image of Diana’s torso raised high above me, her breasts bobbing up and down every time her groin landed on mine, her areolas fully swollen and extended, her nipples hard like iron and the entire front of her body lit with the afterglow of her previous orgasms. I tried closing my eyes, but this made no difference because the visual image was emblazoned on my brain. Inexorably, involuntarily, I edged towards orgasm. It has always seemed to me unfair that women can orgasm as often as they are able to without causing an intermission in the action. I was on a roll, but I knew that if I came, this would evaporate. I would of course feel and enjoy the release that orgasm brings but Angel had taught me only too well about my own nature. I was where I wanted to be, on a divine plateau. Orgasm would bring intense pleasure to be sure, but it would also take me down from my plateau, the return to which would require another long climb. So I tried to stay on that plateau and to control the rising tide within me as long as I could, knowing, though, that on present course, nature would soon have her way with me. Magically, Diana seemed to sense what was going through my brain. At the eleventh hour, she stopped riding me and became still. She rocked backwards and forwards gently to make sure I was firmly locked inside her, and then raised first one leg then the other so that she was kneeling astride me with her shins resting on the cushion of the chair. This too, old Queen Anne seemed to have thought of! Quite still, her arms by her sides, her eyes closed, her head tilted upwards and her halting breathing reflecting her level of arousal, she massaged my cock gently with the wall muscles of her vagina. I could now reach up with my hands and massage and stroke her silken breasts. And Diana allowed her hand to stray behind and her fingertips to brush gently across my ball bag. We were both of one mind. This was heaven, and we wanted to stay there just as long as ever we could. After a long and exquisite age Diana lowered her gaze slightly and our eyes met. Her look seemed to be quizzical, as if to say ‘Are you ok now? Shall we proceed?’ And perhaps I nodded assent, or indicated in some other way that the golden fire in my genitals was not in imminent danger of exploding into volcanic ash. By whatever mechanism, the communication was perfect and in no time Diana was riding me again, though this time in the opposite direction. She planted her feet on the floor and her hands on my knees leaving her cunt free to ride or rock. And ride it did, faster and harder then ever before. And with the erotic vision of her face breasts and flat stomach removed, this was truly the perfect frictionless fuck. We existed within a viscous medium that joined us at the loins. Diana’s energy was prodigious and her stroke was constant. I watched mesmerized as my cock disappeared into her cunt to its full length, re-emerged, disappeared, with the regularity of a Swiss watch. Every so often she would break off the riding motion and rock backwards and forwards, as though settling my cock inside her to better effect. And twice, she arched her body backwards, placing her hands on the arms of the chair and fucking me with a bucking motion that on the upswing brought the head of my cock directly in contact with her ‘G-spot’. Her gasps told their own story, but I was too conscious that the position required perfect timing on Diana’s part and a full erection on mine! One mistake, or the slightest slackening of tension and my cock would spring out from her cunt. But there was no mistake. Diana ended her upstroke with the head of my dick firmly embedded in her and after a while I learned to rely on her (and also on the completeness of my erection). Then it was back to the riding motion again, each time with an increase of pace and intensity. I know not how long Diana kept this going, probably an hour, though it seemed like all night and all the next day as well! Eventually, her legs began to tire. With a rueful, playfully accusatory backward glance, she raised herself off me and, pulled me by the cock to the bed, where she lay on her back with her legs in the air and had me enter her sideways, so that our bodies made a ‘T’. The position was new to me, but it was so easy and relaxing I understood immediately why Diana had chosen it. I understood even better as her breathing quickened and I became aware that she had lowered a hand to her groin and was rubbing her clitoris vigorously. The combination of this and of my still fully rigid cock sliding gently in and out of her got Diana off more or less immediately. By now I recognized the symptoms, her body went rigid, her legs came together and she let out little cries of ecstasy culminating in a guttural exhalation of breath as the orgasm hit. Each wave of the orgasm caused her cunt to spasm, gripping my cock tightly as I continued to slide in and out until she was still. For a second, I wondered. I was out of her now and her legs and body had collapsed on the bed with her limbs arranged in the form of a four-point star. A perfect, nubile celestial body at rest! I realized then what it was that gave Diana her special quality. She was pretty, but there were prettier girls. Her body was exciting, but in LA there are many exciting bodies, thousands equally exciting no doubt within a mile radius of where we lay. Obviously, I was tuned in to her type of body, her breasts for example, with their pear shape and prominent nipples. If you got off on large, or rounded breasts then maybe Diana would not have the effect on you that she did on me. I happen also to get off on ‘little-girl’ cunts with prominent labial lips, and on slender rather than womanly hips. These things are doubtlessly important, but when all was said and done, the attraction Diana had for me was of a much higher order, at once more ethereal and more basic. To me she exuded the scent of a woman who loved sex, who ate and drank sex, who thought about sex continuously, who lived for sex. The way she had gone for her clitoris while being fucked, her single mindedness in the pursuit of her orgasm and the overtly unabashed way she celebrated it. This was what it was about. This was sex in tooth and claw! I realized I was still on my plateau. I looked down on my sleeping beauty. There seemed only one appropriate action. I knelt down on the bed with my knees within the wide vee of her opened thighs and I stretched my body to cover hers. As I moved up to wind my fingers around hers, my still rigid cock met the opening of her still dripping vagina, and entered easily. I pushed in to the hilt. She lay quite still and moved nary a muscle as I began a full-cock fuck, largo sostenuto. What else could follow her prestissimo? I cannot say how long the movement lasted, only that I was determined it should last for ever. And Diana seemed to concur. She flexed her knees slightly to improve the angle at which my cock entered her and left, she sighed, deeply and longingly and settled back. We were truly together….. Next day at work was the most pleasant day I have ever spent in that office. I was on cloud nine the entire day, and notwithstanding a rip-snorting telling off from my boss for some of the mistakes I had made the previous day, and oblivious to the countless errors and oversights with which I was that day compounding my capital depreciation in her eyes, I lived only for six o’clock. And this time there was no panic, not even nervousness. Diana and I had been to the top of the mountain and had found beyond the peak a valley invisible from the other side and therefore unknown to those who have not scaled the heights. This valley belonged only to the two of us, and we would never leave it. That such elevation could result from a casual meeting in the lowest of circumstances could surely be a matter known only to the Gods. When I got home that evening Diana was gone. There was no note, no signal and no sign that she had ever been in the apartment. ----------------------------------------------- Well if despair before what now? What had happened? Why? How? Had Diana been abducted? How could that be? Who had known where she was? If she had not been abducted but had left of her own accord, then why? And why no explanation? How long does it take to write a brief note? I contemplated calling the police, but stopped myself when I realized how my story would sound to them. Had anything been taken, would be about all they would ask. To my shame, the thought prompted me to search about. Nothing had been taken. Diana, what have you done? Why have you done this to me? I knew from the start she was gone forever, but hope springs eternal. Again I called Angel, with precisely the same result as one the previous occasion. I went up to the house, but now it was empty on each day of the weekend. Next weekend someone was there, but when I rang the bell the door was opened by a middle-aged lady of such gentle bearing and appearance as to disorient me entirely. New tenant. Could I be looking for the previous one? A lead, at last! I called the agent. ‘Never divulge the names of tenants, sorry. Can’t help you.’ And that was the end of that. After a couple of weeks, I decided I had to get away to distract myself. And my boss was this time sympathetic. The work load was down and she could ‘tell from my work recently’ that I had been under stress. So I took two weeks and headed down to Cabos San Lucas for some fishing. Recharged the batteries some, but I knew I would still have an almighty struggle returning to ‘normality’. You see, in spite of all that I have said about Diana’s uniqueness, really she was only the latest episode along the road to excess. And excess has a habit of building on itself so that after each step follows inexorably the next, taking you deeper still in the morass. Excess is its own master and knows no pity. Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 06 Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter VI: Betrayal and Boating It’s amazing how one makes these judgments about people that turn out to be wildly inaccurate. I suppose I should speak only for myself, but I suspect the tendency is universal. Take, for instance, my boss, Susan. I’ve described her as an overly ambitious career female who (very possibly using means not available to the likes of myself!) advanced her career to the level of her own incompetence, as a result of which she lived under the permanent stress that comes with not being on top of your job. So far so good. But the connotation that this brings --- that Susan went home each evening with a furrowed brow, a frozen pizza and a full briefcase --- turned out to be about as far from the truth as one could get. Susan’s apparent lack of competence was due less to inherent disability than to her shedding her job like a suit of clothes every evening at 5, and, more pertinently, for the entire stretch of the weekend. In today’s corporate world, where even the minor executive is expected to work for the company practically round the clock, this put her at a definite disadvantage, and one is moved to suspect that she got away with it only because….. Oh well -- you will be wondering how I know all this I’m sure, and all will presently fall into place. But to begin at the beginning….. During the long reflective hours on the fishing boat I hired out of Cabos San Lucas I had come to the conclusion that I needed to swear a strict vow of celibacy for as long as it took to re-adjust to the normal world. In this I was helped enormously by my skipper, who recognized and adjusted to my mood and cheered me immensely by saying, around the fifth day, ‘I know your problem amigo. Women! I smell it on you. You reek of the rotten fish of unfaithful women. Give it up amigo! They aren’t worth it. Look around you. Is not the sun, the sea and the fish a thousand times more beautiful than the most beautiful of women -- and a million times more faithful? Why you think Hemmingway fish all time, heh?’ Excess had been kind and cruel to me both, and in all conscience I could not say that the things I had done I would not do again in the same circumstances. Excess is a part of ‘la condition humaine’ and there is no per se stigma attached to it, at least not in my book. The problem for me was one of control. Excess had entered my life by the back door, if one will, and by its nature tends to be controlling. My episodes with Angel and then Diana, brief as they had been, taught me the awful consequences for the psyche when excess gains the upper hand. So I vowed to take the fisherman’s well-meant advice, spend lots of time outdoors, start running again and visiting the gym – all those healthful active things that are supposed to tone up your body, quiet down your mind and grace your soul with peace. But my resolve lasted barely a week, which is the interval that elapsed between my return from Cabos San Lucas and Susan’s calling me to her office for a ‘chat’. I was about to find out that there was a lot more to Susan than met the casual eye! And less you judge me harshly for the means whereby I found this out ….. well, here’s what happened. Come to a conclusion for yourself whether or not I had any real freedom of choice. ‘Ron,’ she said. ‘We’ve worked together for a while. So you know me well enough to recognize when I’m doing you a favor.’ I just looked at her, quite puzzled and unable to hazard the slightest guess what was coming next. ‘Let me not spell it out here, Ron,’ she continued, meeting my gaze head on. ‘Better you come to my place tonight. Here’s the address, see you at 7.’ And therewith I was dismissed! Total bewilderment. What does one do? What could this be about? It certainly did not sound like an ‘advance’ or anything of that nature. But why at her apartment? Unwittingly, and against all reason I began for the first time to see in Susan not just an ambitious, focused career woman, but a sexual being. Well that’s the way guys react when a lady invites them to her place at 7 in the evening. It’s how we’re programmed. Whatever the realities and the rational, we think unconsciously that we are being fancied. And we react accordingly, dick before the head! So I turned up at the appointed hour, still very confused but feeling that, should this turn out to be an ‘opportunity’, my vows of celibacy would not be worth the proverbial hill o’ beans. I may have discovered this only recently, but Susan was definitely an attractive woman. Her features were quietly appealing and she moved with grace. So if it came to it, I was definitely not going to say No!, and it was with that prickly feeling of anticipation, against all reason, that I hit the downstairs bell. The door opener buzzed to let me in. And of course, things turned out to be different from anything I had expected and evolved into something much more complicated than I could have possibly imagined. Susan’s place was not ostentatious, rather quietly well appointed – much what I would have expected -- and she welcomed me quite politely, if with little warmth. ‘Drink?’ ‘Bourbon …… Thanks!’ I was sitting on the couch facing into a large TV screen. ‘Ron,’ said Susan, ‘I’m going run a video now and then I’ll leave. I want you to watch the video for as long as you wish to and when you are ready call me. I’ll be within hearing. Ok?’ Well of course I was completely nonplussed about this but, still unsuspecting, I settled into the couch and Susan inserted the cassette into the machine, pressed the ‘roll’ button, and then left without a single glance in my direction. The screen flickered and the title referred to something like ‘Amateur Spy-Cam#125’ or some such. When the action started the lighting was strongly subdued and the film grainy. But there was no doubt about the lead characters -- two figures engaged in ….? in a Queen Anne chair…… I twigged fast. Ten seconds were sufficient. ‘Susan,’ I called out. ‘Susan!’ She re-entered the room. ‘Shall I turn it off?’ ‘Please do,’ said I. ‘Her name was … is Diana.’ I embarked on an elaborate, if not entirely truthful explanation. Susan held up her hand. ‘Ron, you don’t owe me an explanation. Just confirm --- do you remember a couple of months ago when we were under pressure you had a couple of days when…..’ ‘Yes! That was it. You’ve hit the nail on the head.’ ‘Ron, would it surprise you to know that there are other videos…… at least so I am told?’ Suddenly the curtain had been drawn back and many imponderables resolved! I suppose I should have been devastated, but somehow I was not. Maybe that Mexican skipper had helped me more than both of us realized. ‘No! It would not,’ I said glumly. ‘But believe me, it’s not the way you think. Tell me,’ I said, taking a large gulp of bourbon, ‘How did you find this video?’ ‘Oh presently, Ron, presently,’ was her reply. ‘Have you had dinner?’ She had cooked herself, she said. Veal scallopini with artichokes and penna pasta. And a superb Chianti Classico to wash it down. My revision of Susan as a person was becoming complete. But where were we headed? This I was burning to know. ‘Ron,’ she said, fork akimbo, ‘how many takes did you do for that video?’ ‘Takes?’ I asked in genuine bewilderment. ‘What do you mean, ‘Takes’? I had no idea that we were being filmed.’ ‘Aha! You mean that from your perspective, this was a natural encounter?’ ‘Of course! MiGod! Diana and I were.. well… we were highly attracted to each other.’ ‘Oh really!’ ‘Yes! Really.’ Pause. ‘Well I do not doubt this, from your perspective.’ ‘What do you mean ‘From my perspective’,’ I said heatedly. Somehow, her manner irritated me so I decided to go the ‘shock therapy’ route. ‘Look!’ I said. ‘You’ve presumably seen the movie. Diana orgasmed eleven times that night! Is that attraction or is it not?’ But this directness did not perturb Susan one iota. ‘Ron,’ she said patiently, and I thought a shade condescendingly. ‘Actually, it appears that three full-length videos were made with that material so if it was all in one night, then it must have been a good one! And I do not doubt at all that your partner appeared to come eleven times.’ ‘What do you mean ‘appeared’!’ I said, heatedly. ‘What I say, Ron,’ said Susan chewing lightly on her veal. ‘Your young partner --- Diana, I think you called her --- knew that she was being filmed? Or did she not?’ Pause. I wrestled with that one for quite a while. ‘Well I guess she must have done,’ I said grudgingly. The goddamn vixen must have been party to the wiring of my bedroom! She must even have known all along it was going to be done. ‘Good! I’m glad you’ve got that far Ron. Now you need to take it a stage further and ask yourself ‘Can a woman who knows she is being filmed really come?’ ’. Hesitation. ‘You mean ….. You mean Diana’s reactions were feigned? She didn’t come at all? It was just fake?’ ‘Well I wasn’t there, Ron, so of course I couldn’t presume to know for sure. I’m just asking you to examine the facts in the light of what you have learned about women throughout your life. As a woman myself, I find it’s difficult enough to come when one is assured of absolute privacy. I can only regard it from my own perspective, of course, but I am quite sure that I, for one, could never orgasm if there were even the slightest suspicion in my mind that I was being filmed. Everyone is different of course, but I would have to seriously doubt that it is possible for any woman to actually orgasm naturally when she knows she is being filmed.’ ‘MiGod Susan,’ I said, recognizing reluctantly the force of her argument. ‘You sure ain’t doing a whole hell of a lot for my ego!’ ‘Au contraire, Ron. Au contraire!’ said Susan with emphasis. ‘The important thing is that you did not know you were being filmed. The fact that your partner did and perhaps engaged in a bit of acting does not in the slightest degree diminish your performance.’ ‘What do you mean, ‘Performance!’,’ I said, again heatedly. ‘I was not performing -- at least not consciously--- I was making love to a woman I happened to be very attracted to.’ ‘And this did not go unnoticed, Ron,’ said Susan pointedly. ‘Not at all. It was very impressive indeed! Oh Yes! This was certainly noticed!’ I paused and looked at Susan askance. ‘You’re talking in riddles,’ I said. ‘Look, let’s stop beating about the bush. This is all very well, The veal was great, the wine superb, I’m grateful to you for showing me that certain things I had assumed were one thing were in fact entirely another. You’ve opened my eyes and I can see now that I was duped and used in just about the most humiliating way a guy can be duped and used. So! I’ve taken that on the record. I’ll assimilate it one day, no doubt. But how does it affect you? What is your angle on all this?’ ‘It’s much simpler than you think, Ron. It’s just this. I am connected to, shall we say, certain persons. And in the context of my activity with these persons, my attention was drawn to this video and, let us say, one or two others. I may say, if it’s any comfort to you that the videos were singled out without any knowledge of the personal connection between you and me. There was no advance knowledge of the connection to the firm.’ ‘The – er - firm?’ ‘Yes! The firm. Our firm, you know, the one that pays our salaries.’ I did now, finally, detect through the note of irony in her tone that she was not quite as dumb a blonde as I had supposed. I was silent, but after an exchange of pregnant looks managed, ‘So what does this have to do with me. I admit I was duped, and God knows what they did with all the material, but I do not see what this has to do with the firm.’ ‘Ah well, that’s where the party who uncovered the video comes into it, you see. Well, you’ll understand in the fullness of time. Meanwhile, I’m sure you would prefer that the knowledge you and I have now about these videos stays in the family, so to speak. I, for one, do not think it would go down at all well if certain people within the firm were to find out. What do you think?’ I thought I was beginning to see the drift. I was silent. ‘You see, Ron,’ Susan continued, ‘life sometimes comes up with little surprises. Like this one. Possibly, very possibly, this one is not the last one we need to share. Are you following me? ‘You’re talking in riddles again,’ I said grimly. ‘So you caught me out. I admit I am the person in the videos -- or at least, the one that I’ve seen. I did not know I was being filmed….. ‘ Suddenly I remembered about the terrace. What was I saying. Of course I knew I was being filmed! I was just under a misapprehension as to what the film would be used for! And to think how I had pined away for Angel! What a fool! What an idiot! And how right that Mexican skipper was, indeed he was! I renewed my vows tenfold!! ‘Oh Ron,’ Susan said brightly, ‘Let’s not waste any more time. Tell me. Do you like women like me? Do you find us attractive?’ ‘Er, of course. Yes! Certainly! Quite… well .. er … I find you very attractive.’ ‘Well there you are see! You’re not hung up on young girls after all.’ ‘Er!’ Was I understanding this? ‘No. Certainly not. I am definitely not hung up on young girls. Believe me, Diana just happened along. I can explain……’ ‘Oh I’m sure you can,’ said Susan, blithely. ‘But I’d rather hear what plans you have for the weekend?’ So that is how it came about that the following Saturday, bright and early, or shall we say not all that bright and a damn sight earlier than I was wont to be about on weekends, I and my chariot headed off down to Newport Beach. All I could get out of Susan was that we were going boating and that I need only bring myself and a swim suit. She gave me explicit instructions where to park and how to find the boat, which turned out to be precise and idiot-proof! -- very necessary in that maze of car lots and boat masts down there. I arrived at the boat punctually to find a tall woman, perhaps in her mid-thirties, swabbing the deck. Her back was turned to me muscles rippled under a skin that had obviously spent many hours under the open skies. There was plenty of it on view because all she had on was the briefest of bikinis and it did not require any imagination at all to know that there would be no tan lines visible when this was removed! She had slender legs, slightly sinewy but, as they say, going all the way to the ground, long blonde hair and a trim behind. Obviously a lady who took care of herself, I remember observing in the instant before she turned around and, seeing me standing there, called out a greeting, ‘Ah! Ron! Perfect timing.’ The look on my face spoke volumes. ‘I see you recognize me,’ said this bronzed goddess with a broad smile. OhMiGod! Is what I thought, and it was all I could do to stammer out something about having seen her at an office party sometime. ‘Yes, probably,’ she said brightly, with a noticeable but not unpleasant accent, ‘though I have to admit I do not remember you.’ ‘Very understandable,’ I said dryly. ‘I don’t hold a very elevated position in the firm so there is no reason why we would be introduced.’ ‘Well lets get the introductions out of the way now, shall we. I’m Heidi. How do you do!’ And so saying she stretched out an elegant hand which I first shook in greeting and which then steadied me as I stepped from the dock onto the deck. At that moment Susan emerged from the cabin. Well, I say this blithely -- it took me a moment or two to register that the gorgeous body in the yellow bikini that stood before me belonged to my supposedly staid carrier-woman boss! I could not help but stare at her, probably rudely, and then across at Heidi, and though nothing occurred between the two women that was in any way overt I sized up the situation immediately. Obviously some minor gesture betrayed me because Heidi laughed and said ‘He catches on quick, this one. I like him! Surprised, are you?’ I realized after a shocking moment she was speaking to me! ‘Well, er, not really,’ I managed to stammer out. ‘Of course I was puzzled by this whole thing.’ Heidi put her arm briefly, and a shade protectively around Susan’s shoulders. ‘Isn’t she adorable?’ she said to me. ‘Don’t worry. We’ll all have a whale of a time!’ She seemed to regard this as a joke, possibly because of the nautical connection, and laughed heartily. Susan looked just slightly embarrassed, and her smile at me reflected her nervousness. I understood that whatever was to happen on the boat, or wherever we were headed, was not her idea but Heidi’s. Susan’s hair was tied up at the back revealing the long nape of her neck. I discovered in her the importance of proportion. Everything about her was in it! Perfectly. Her face, her hair, her torso, the nape of her neck, her legs -- they all fitted together making a whole that was much, much more than the sum of the parts. She was indeed truly adorable, and I was having a hard time assimilating such a total transformation! ‘I see you found us all right’ Susan said, dryly. I managed to find my tongue. ‘No problem. Your directions were impeccable.’ Heidi reappeared. ‘Well come on then. Let’s get going. Get him in his suit – and it looks like we’re going to need a good bit of oil on him so he doesn’t fry’. I sat on the side seat of the boat near the stern as Heidi guided it expertly through the maze and out into the open sea. It was a perfect day with a gentle breeze and only a light swell. As long as we were in view of people I felt rather self-conscious at the contrast between my white skin and the deep tans on the two women. But I made the best of it -- after all, which male would not have given his eye-teeth to swap places with me!? It took about an hour for us to lose the traffic and the sight of land. I tried to relax, but I could sense Susan was nervous and this kept me on edge the whole time. Try as I would, I could not keep my eyes off her, which the perceptive Heidi had no difficulty noticing! ‘Well Susan,’ she said jokingly, ‘What do you think now about your theory that he wouldn’t like you?’ Susan looked at her pleadingly. ‘OK! I stop making jokes.’ Heidi looked about. ‘Time for action anyway.’ She cut the engine and the sudden silence and the rocking of the boat added to the sense of drama. ‘You’ve figured out, Ron, haven’t you, that Susan and I are, well, shall we say ‘connected’. Right?’ ‘Right!’ I said. ‘So that’s clear from the start. We have a deep, fulfilling and complete relationship, right Susan?’ Susan nodded, seeming still embarrassed. Heidi had now removed her bikini, revealing small firm breasts and a total absence of body hair. ‘And though we enjoy each other, we also enjoy other women,’ Heidi continued. ‘.. and men! Savvy?’ She was looking at me very directly. ‘Savvy!’ said I. ‘But we made a pact, which is to have sex with third parties only when we are together. Are you getting the drift?’ ‘I am!’ I swallowed hard. ‘And we found out that sharing other partners actually brings us closer together. We enjoy watching each other have sex with others. Does that shock you?’ ‘Not at all,’ I said, swallowing again. Heidi was the kind of person about whom one could believe anything. I glanced nervously at Susan, but she avoided my eye, looking instead in Heidi’s direction. She was still not entirely comfortable. ‘Now today is my birthday,’ said Heidi, ‘ and don’t ask me how many because I won’t tell you. But the point is that on special days Susan and I do things for each other. On her days she gets to choose, on my days I get to choose. Today is my day. And what I have chosen is for you to make love to Susan the way you made love to that girl in the video. We will take all the time we need – the weekend stretches out before us --- and I will direct. I always wanted to do movies! I want you to enjoy each other as completely and thoroughly as you can. And I will watch! And the more you enjoy each other the more I will enjoy watching. Later we may do some things together, but first I will direct and I will watch. Savvy?’ Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 06 Savvy!? I was horrified!! For a moment I really could not speak. Then I looked up at Susan, and she was not about to help. She had stood up and, standing before me in profile, slipped off her top and bottom. She turned towards me revealing that she too was tanned completely from head to foot. Her breasts were fuller than Heidi’s, but, like the rest of her, superbly proportioned and the only hair on her body was a tiny tuft atop her prominent mound of Venus. ‘Isn’t she gorgeous?’ said Heidi, proudly. ‘She is indeed,’ I stammered, without in the slightest degree committing falsehood. ‘Look…..?’ ‘What!?’ Heidi said sharply. ‘Susan,’ I asked, looking at her directly. ‘Do you really want to go through with this?’ ‘Now Ron!,’ Heidi said, with authority in her tone. ‘You really haven’t understood this have you. Susan is not doing this for you, or for herself. She is doing this for me. It’s my birthday present. I want to see you two suck and fuck until she is completely satiated. I want to see her breasts swell, her nipples harden. I want to see her labial lips grow and spread like petals. I want to hear her breathing thicken, her grunts of pleasure. I want to watch your cock slide in and out of her, see it glisten with her juices in the sunlight. I want to see the sweat stand out on her body as she strives for release, to see her spasm and hear her scream with ecstasy. Am I making myself clear?’ ‘Heidi,’ I said. ‘You are making it clear. I understand, I think, what you want. It’s just I don’t think I … we… can do it.’ ‘Of course you can do it! Why do think I chose you? I must have watched a hundred videos looking for the right man for the job. And I picked you. Or are you able to function only with little girls …..?’ ‘No, no! That’s not it at all.’ ‘Well what is ‘It’! Are you aware that just about every man on the planet would kill to get a chance like this!’ I appealed with my eyes to Susan, but her answer was to move towards me, take me by the hand and run her fingers through my chest hair. ‘That’s more like it,’ Heidi said, scuttling about taking mats, cushions and inflatable beds from lockers and strewing them about the boat. ‘Make sure he’s fully protected against UV. It’s like a fire out here.’ Susan had me stand at the center of the ship’s well and took from a locker a large bottle of oil. With the touch of a petal she covered me from head to foot in the oil and rubbed it in, every square inch including the soles of my feet. When it came time, she slipped my bathing suit down and massaged the oil into the tender skin beneath. She worked on my stomach and behind for a long time, then my thighs and arrived finally at my balls and cock. Dropping to her knees on a cushion, she massaged the oil into me for what seemed like an age. By this time, Heidi had covered just about every open space with something soft. The boat-well offered many angles. All positioning of bodies, it seemed, would find a comfortable niche. Susan’s cool fingers on my cock brought it ever so slightly to life. I relaxed a little. Comfortable or not, Susan was obviously going through with it. So why not enjoy? What did I have to lose? She filled the palm of one hand with the oil and massaged the oil very slowly, deliberately and lightly into my cock using both of her hands. My cock stiffened a little and she drew it up with one palm so that the tip was almost brushing against her lips. ‘Good!’ said Heidi, who had settled into her ‘directors pose’, which had her perched above us on the back seat of the boat with her back against the rail and her legs splayed wide apart. Her cunt lips were already flared and she was beginning to finger herself gently. ‘Now get him up!’ she called out. ‘Slow and steady.’ Very deliberately, Susan edged my cock into her mouth and began to stimulate its head with her lips and tongue. Her tongue made a circular motion about the tip concentrating particularly on the soft underside. I felt my fella coming to attention, the start of what was likely to be a long, long journey. As she eased more and more of my cock into her mouth and began a slow back and forth motion, my arousal was palpable and Heidi was getting excited. ‘Good!’ she said. ‘Now I want a full hour of head. Keep him stiff but don’t bring him off. Tell you what. Move him over to the chair so you can get at his balls better. Put a hat on him so he does not get heatstroke and faint on us.’ So I moved over to the Captain’s chair, a canvas affair into which I settled comfortably, sitting low with my legs wide apart and my balls hanging over the edge of the canvas. Susan had fished me a hat out of a locker, and with my dark glasses I must have cut quite a figure! Heidi positioned us to her liking, then resumed her pose at the rear of the boat. Susan knelt down between my legs and bent forward. I felt her cool mouth close over my cock. Quickly she sucked me stiff and then began a slow up and down motion, sliding my cock in and out of her to about a third of its length, holding my shaft still at the base with her left hand while her right came from below and fondled my balls. From my pose in the canvas chair I could watch her working on me, or turn my head slightly and watch Heidi working on herself. It was hard to say which image was the more erotic. A full hour is a lot of head, but as a result of Angel’s training I was sure I could maintain control. Susan worked quietly, constant in her motions, maintaining enough pressure to keep me stiff, but no more. My cock tip began to glow nicely as her lips closed around it and released. Heidi let out a little grunt and I glanced up at her. Two fingers of her right hand were sliding in and out of her cunt, which glistened in the sunlight. Two fingers of her left hand were pinching her right nipple, now extended and stiff. Her eyes were fixed on my cock and her breath was beginning to quicken. Susan could not see, but could certainly hear, and her response was to change her stroke so that Heidi could see my cock fully extended. She worked her half open lips up and down the side, going right down to the base. Then she held my erect cock loosely in her hand and began to suck my ball bag. This had tightened, but it loosened now as her lips worked away and she even gave it little nips with her teeth to smooth out the folds. Her head was deep below me now as she took each of my balls in turn into her mouth, holding them there for at least a minute, during which I felt a series of sharp tugs as she sucked and exhaled. Each ball got this treatment five times and I began to gasp myself as the pressure on my balls approached the border between pleasure and pain. I glanced up at Heidi again and saw that she had taken her fingers out of her cunt and was sliding in ‘Chinese Balls’, like those that Angel had used to stimulate herself while she sucked me. Heidi’s were metallic in color, and quite large, almost as large as pool balls. Her cunt walls expanded to accommodate the balls as she eased one in, then the other, inhaling as she pushed in and exhaling as her labial lips closed to entrap the balls within her. Adjusting her position slightly to make sure the balls stayed in place, Heidi turned her attention to her clitoris. This was large – the largest I had ever seen --- and was now fully erect, a genuine mini-dick! Using fluid from her cunt as lubricant, she stimulated her clit using a circulatory motion of the middle finger of her hand. Meanwhile, Susan had returned her attention to my cock and was again moving her mouth up and down on it, now to about half its length. On the upstroke she would deliberately allow her teeth to brush the glans. The glow returned and began to intensify. Susan’s motions were more stimulating now, but very constant so that my cock soon adjusted to the higher level of stimulation. My fella glowed brighter, but with constant brightness. I sensed that Susan, like Diana before her, was moving me up the ladder from plateau to plateau. Clearly, mine was not the first dick that had her teeth marks on it! On the upstroke, I was able to see the tips of Susan’s breasts and judge her state of arousal. To my satisfaction, her areolas had swollen and her nipples were hard. This told me that, whereas her actions may be dictated by Heidi, she was not exactly performing under duress, but was stimulating herself at the same time. It had long since occurred to me that Heidi would not ask Susan to do something that she found repugnant and the physical proof that this was indeed the case caused me finally to relax, lie back and enjoy. What had that Mexican fisherman said? The sun the sea and the fish -- who needs beautiful women? And here was I enjoying both! How could I have gotten so lucky? Susan was maintaining her steady motion, but now on the down-stroke she reached a little further than halfway down my cock. And on the upstroke her teeth brushed all along the shaft and bit gently on the glans before releasing it. She now let my cock leave her mouth entirely on the upstroke, pausing, perhaps so that Heidi could see how swollen the head of my cock had become. Then down again and ever deeper into her throat. She continued in this way for what seemed an age, inexorably increasing the pressure and taking my cock deeper and deeper inside her mouth. Then she came right out, held my cock firm for Heidi to see and scratched the underside of the shaft with her nails as she bent down to give my balls another going over. I felt those sharp tugs as she took my balls one by one in her mouth and sucked, this time much more firmly and more often than previously. She went from one ball to the other and then back again sucking them in and spitting them out until my entire ball bag was awash with sensation and I was almost crying out with the pain. My body tensed up involuntarily, but Susan just continued on working my balls one after the other and scratching her nails up the underside of my cock. I could tell that Heidi was enjoying what she was seeing because her breathing had become heavy and irregular and she would from time to time purse her lips and let out little involuntary grunts of pleasure. I was enjoying what I was seeing too! The atmosphere on the boat had become intensely erotic. Heidi’s eyes were riveted on my cock and mine were on her clitoris, both stiff like flagpoles. This vision before my eyes allowed me to ignore -- not to ignore, but to withstand, even to welcome--- the sharper and sharper pains that were coursing around my ball bag as Susan kept on sucking and sucking at my balls. Just as I thought I could take it no longer she stopped, rocked back on her heels and then resumed work on my cock, this time in earnest! She used her nails now to needle my balls while taking my cock firmly at the base and plunging it deep into her mouth. She managed to get almost all of it first go and clamped down with her teeth and sucked vigorously so that I too let out involuntary gasps in tune to Heidi’s. Inch by inch she eased out, biting down and sucking hard each time until my cock was free. Then down again and on and on. No-one, not Diana, not even Angel had ever stimulated me with such vigor, such violence. Susan had lost all inhibitions. She too had reverted to the animal and she bit and sucked and scratched my cock and balls, herself moaning, groaning and grunting as though she were about to orgasm too. I wondered how long I was going to be able to stand such treatment. Either I would come, or she would bite my cock right off! Heidi’s grunts and moans were louder now and more frequent. She had long since ceased caressing her clitoris. Now she was using all four fingers of her right hand to massage vigorously the flesh immediately above its base. Her clit stood out like a sentinel in a groin that raised higher and higher from the seat as Heidi pushed upwards into her orgasm. Susan raised her head from my cock and the pair of us watched Heidi in fascination. ‘Yes, Yes Yes YES!!…’ Heidi came with a massive yell that reverberated about the boat. Her groin jerked up and down wildly responding to the aftershocks which seemed to go on for ever. ‘Oh God! Ah Ah Ah AH!! ---- Oh Oh OOH! OOOOHH!!! She was lost in a world in which there were only two elements. No earth, air, fire and water, but simply clitoris and cunt! On and on went the waves of Heidi’s orgasm, reverberating from the waves and shocking the seagulls. A few minutes later, Susan was up where Heidi had been and I was enjoying my first taste of her cunt. ‘Warm her up,’ Heidi had said. ‘ Slow and gentle. You’re going to be at it for at least two hours so you might as well get comfortable!’ And so saying she had disappeared down into the cabin. Susan settled into the nest of cushions Heidi had built up at the back of the yacht. Her shoulder blades rested against the back rail and her feet were up on the seat beside her, one on each side. The pressure this pose exerted opened her labial lips just slightly and I could see that within she was bright pink, and already glistening. No surprise considering the action to date, though I did wonder whether Susan was more aroused by the manner in which she had practically pillaged my cock and balls, or by the massive orgasm that the sight of this had induced in Heidi. I wished the former, but I suspected the latter. I wanted to ask Susan how she was feeling, but somehow this did not seem appropriate. I had the notion that no matter what I said or asked her reply would be something to the effect that this was Heidi’s treat, not hers or mine so we needed to focus on that. She obviously was not entirely comfortable having sex with one of her ‘reports’ -- for which she could hardly be blamed – but then again she did not seem overtly uncomfortable either. The way she had settled into her nest did not suggest that what had happened, and was about to happen, was, exactly, a hardship for her! So I decided to just get on with it, enjoy the sex as long as it lasted and to hell with whatever else. As had become my standard ‘opening gambit’ when starting out on a woman -- you can tell from the way I phrase this that I was already thinking of myself as an expert even though until Angel came along I had not tasted a single cunt in my life! -- I started work on the inner part of Susan’s upper thigh, brushing the velvet-soft skin with the backs of my fingernails and, using lots of saliva, edging my tongue bit by bit gently into the crack where the thigh joined the pelvis. There would be plenty of time to hit the sweet spots. Meanwhile, nothing was more effective, I had found, than working in a circle around the vaginal area and edging gradually inwards from the edges. Every woman I had done this to had reacted the same way, though not with the same urgency. Susan was an extreme case. She was extremely patient and, I thought at first she was gong to be my first ‘defeat’. But No! There was that key sign -- a slight, but noticeable opening of already wide-open thighs. I knew it because I reacted the same way to the same kind of treatment. It was a reflexive, directing of the attention of the flicking tongue-tip to the kernel of the flower. Time to move in….. I became conscious that Heidi had returned. She was standing behind me holding a tray. She had obviously been there for a while because she said, ‘Not bad! She’s really into it! I’ll have to watch carefully. Maybe I will learn something!’ Heidi had brought drinks, two colas and a beer. It was not a good beer, but then I was not complaining. It was hot out there and I realized suddenly how thirsty I was. But if I thought we would take a break to enjoy our drinks I was wrong. ‘Go on, go on! You can surely suck a beer can and a woman at the same time!’ Heidi chuckled. ‘I brought some ice. Looks like she’s about ready for it.’ And so saying, Heidi climbed up on the seat and, leaning over, took a chunk of ice in two fingers and used Susan’s left nipple to melt it. Susan caught her breath at the sudden sensation and her body flinched. Heidi continued stimulating the nipple tip until it was stiff and full. Then she switched to the other nipple and repeated, going backwards and forwards from nipple to nipple until the ice was completely melted. Meanwhile my tongue tip had reached the base of Susan’s labial lip and was working slowly up and down the side of the labial wall. Susan had very long and pronounced cunt lips which she obviously kept completely shaved of hair. There was a faint taste suggesting she had used some kind of oil, cream or powder to finish off the job. I painted a picture of her --- this supposed staid boss of mine! --- shaving herself and rubbing oils and creams into the folds of skin around her cunt before coming to work. How unsuspecting her underlings! If I were to tell, no-one would believe a word. And if I were to as much as suggest that I had spent a good chunk of my Saturday on a yacht with my head between Susan’s legs, gliding my tongue effortlessly along and through those impeccably manicured, satin-smooth folds, whoever was in ear shot would have me locked up in a madhouse! This -- what was happening --- did not happen in real life! I could feel from the way her body was making little flinches that Heidi was still at work with the ice. I looked up. Susan’s nipples were now bright red and at full stretch. They were long and extremely prominent, almost like two miniature fully erect cocks. Heidi was beginning to breathe headily and when she raised her right leg and stretched it across Susan’s body, supporting herself on right foot and left knee, I saw why. Susan had taken a piece of the ice and was massaging it into Heidi’s cunt. The piece disappeared and another took its place. Susan found several chunks of ice that had fused together to make a chain and she began to work it into Heidi’s cunt like a dick. She eased this ice prick gently into Heidi until it was fully inside her and her vagina closed around it. The Susan found another larger piece of ice and began using it to stimulate Heidi’s clitoris. Soon this was standing out almost as prominently as Susan’s nipples, on which Heidi had continued to work. This scene was extremely erotic and it became even more so as Heidi crouched even further over Susan and began to stimulate Susan’s left nipple with her clitoris. Heidi angled herself in such a way that ice water from the ice-prick in her cunt trickled out, first along the length of her clitoris and then onto Susan’s nipple, keeping both stiff and erect. My ministrations continued and I reached the lip of the volcano running my tongue up the left and right sides of the cleft, which now opened as a flower does when it admits a pollinating agent. I began to work Susan’s cunt lips now in earnest, sucking as well as licking and occasionally catching the skin fold between my teeth. Judging from the build up of fluid inside her vagina, Susan was highly aroused. But she was not demonstrative about it in the way that Heidi was. Aside from the occasional twitch when I bit her or when a particularly large volume of ice water dripped down onto her nipple, she kept her pelvic area very still and relaxed. I knew why she did this because it was something I had learned during those long nights where Angel seemed to want to suck my dick all night. In order to stay the course I had to keep my cock relaxed and as far as possible in a state of constant stimulation. It was rapid, uncontrolled changes that caused the pot to boil over, spoiling the fun for as long as it took to get interested again. As I had learned to pace myself, so I recognized Susan doing it now. Her oral stimulation was intensifying -- if Heidi stuck to her ‘script’ we were not a quarter of the way through -- Heidi was working as hard as she could to come all over her breasts, and who knew what else was coming down the line? There was no need at all to hurry along. Susan was moving steadily from one plateau to the next in her excitement curve as I had done with Diana, enjoying herself more and more as she did so. Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 06 What went for Susan did not at all go for Heidi. It seemed Heidi was out to come as often and as hard as ever she could. Clearly multi-orgasmic, she was the perfect foil to Susan, who enjoyed her pleasures, and probably Heidi’s too, more quietly. As the last of the ice melted inside Heidi’s vagina, she changed her position, raising her left leg to the railing of the yacht and moving her groin up to within reach of Susan’s tongue. My view was obscured, but Heidi’s reactions and the sudden onset of a noticeable pumping action in Susan’s groin suggested strongly that Heidi’s clitoris was getting the going over. I decided it was time I moved along to Susan’s holy of holies, which was now peeking out from its protective hood cheekily. Following my usual pattern, I stimulated the surroundings of the hood, and then the hood itself before moving my tongue tip to the base of the clitoris within. Using a circulatory motion I worked around the clitoral shaft up towards the tip. In contrast to Heidi’s, Susan’s clitoris was small and not at all prominent. Even under full stimulation it remained a tiny pearl embedded in its oyster. But size and sensation are in no way correlated and Susan’s clitoris had as many nerve endings as Heidi’s. Soon both women were bucking and panting in unison and I thought for a moment that they were going to come together. But I reckoned without Susan’s technique. She had found a new plateau, one that had her writhing, to be sure, but a plateau nevertheless. I worked her clitoris now with full force, licking the tip, sucking the hood and even biting down on the flesh on the outstroke somewhat in the fashion Susan had worked my cock and balls earlier on. And though I could not see it, I am reasonably sure that everything I did to Susan was passed on to Heidi, probably with interest. A large ‘Ooooooohhhhh!’ followed by a yell announced Heidi’s second orgasm. No less intense than the first, Heidi’s spasms in the pose that she was in rocked the yacht sending out small wavelets from the stern. She thrust herself hard into Susan’s face, time after time after time. I used the distraction to do some serious tooth work on Susan’s clitoral region, biting down and releasing with a scissors motion as I withdrew, exploring her the pain/pleasure boundary as she tested mine. But just as she had not got me off when Heidi had her first orgasm, so I did not get Susan off on the second. She was close, I could see this from the concentrated expression on her face when Heidi finally moved out of the field of view. The full impact of my stimulation hit her now and, undistracted, her body began to buck involuntarily and she let out yelps of pleasure and pain. Perhaps I would have got her off, but it was for other reasons not to be. Heidi had flopped down on the cushions strewn all over the rear seat of the boat. She watched for a while as Susan began to encounter pre-orgasmic cycles, where she would advance towards release then recede, advance recede. Susan betrayed by her gasps, the shaking of her head, the pumping of her groin, the arching of her body and the general blush that was gradually descending over her, notwithstanding the deep tan, that it would not be long before one of the `advances’ would head n a direction where there was no ‘recede’. Just as Susan was about to go over the edge, Heidi said, in a matter of fact tone, ‘Why don’t you two take a break. Take it easy for a bit,’ Heidi. ‘God knows you’ve earned it. I’ll be back with drinks pronto.’ And with that non-sequitor, a guaranteed cock- and clit-crinkler if ever I’d heard one!, she rose and disappeared into the yacht’s cabin. With this atmosphere change, the momentum was gone. I ceased molesting Susan’s hard-worked cunt and sat back on my haunches. I looked up at her, recovering from the near miss. I felt suddenly a strong need for verbal contact. After a moments reflection I said, ‘Well you weren’t exaggerating.’ She looked down at me, slightly puzzled. ‘You recall telling me you had trouble coming?’ ‘Ah!’ her eyes lit up. She was actually smiling. ‘I did didn’t I,’ she said brightly. ‘But I have to tell you in all honesty, I was damn close! Another minute and you had me! You know that, too!’ ‘And same for me when you were doing me,’ I said quickly, lest the lightness of the exchange evaporate. ‘I have no idea how I hung onto it!’ ‘I think Heidi likes to do most of the coming,’ said Susan with a twinkle in her eye. ‘She comes like an express train. Is it always like this?’ ‘Pretty much,’ Susan said. ‘She comes at least five times to my one. But….’ She paused. I looked at her quizzically. ‘I don’t think she’s encountered anyone like you before! I mean, the job I did on you -- no-one I’ve ever done that to before has held out anything like that long. I don’t usually get that much aroused doing oral on a dick. But I was with you’ ‘Touche!’, I said. ‘Remember, Diana came 11 times, with considerably less provocation!’ ‘Yes!’ said Susan. ‘Well, maybe they weren’t all feigned after all!’ ‘Nice of you to say so,’ said I, delighted that we were able to engage in this banter. Clearly, the awkwardness of the situation had worn off and we had reverted to the natural state, man and woman, joined via the medium of sex, happy at pleasure given and received. ‘Tell me,’ I asked. ‘What comes next!’ ‘Why Heidi, of course,’ Susan said, and she actually put her hand over her mouth and giggled! ‘Seriously,’ she continued, ‘I really don’t know. You’re obviously enjoying it. So am I. So I propose that we just go along and continue to enjoy it. What do you say?’ ‘Do I have any choice?’ I said. She looked at me sharply, so I said quickly, ‘Not that it matters. I’m just wondering what Heidi will dream up next.’ ‘Well she usually comes up with something original, but it’s early days yet. I think she will ask us to fuck when she gets back. Come to think of it….’ ‘…Yes?’ ‘Well, why wait! I certainly wouldn’t say ‘No!’ if you were to ask me nicely.’ I looked at her, and she fondled my hair affectionately. Well in that case,’ said I, ‘Susan! What do you say to a nice fuck. Long and slow.’ ‘Why Sir indeed,’ said Susan, with a pronounced, thought something less than authentic, southern-blonde accent, ‘I would like that ve-r’ much. Just don’t hurt me Sir, willya!’ So when Heidi returned with the drinks she found Susan lying on her back in the boat well with her rump propped up on three cushions, while I lay on top of her easing my dick slowly in and slowly out of her, full cock, no half measures. Susan’s cunt was extremely wet and in no time our entire genital regions were covered with her lubrication, which had a cooling effect as the odd cool breeze wafted by in the hot sun. Susan moved with the flow so I knew finally that she was really into it and we had made sexual contact. She was aroused and it was I, not Heidi, who was arousing her. This added immensely to my own enjoyment, and though I could see potential warning clouds on the horizon, I ignored them in the ‘heat of the moment’. And I strove to keep my stroke long, slow, steady and very deep. ‘Well I see you two have decided to write the script yourselves,’ said Heidi. ‘It’s intermission,’ Susan said. ‘We’re just taking a break. You remember, you invited us to.’ ‘Well I’ll be damned!’ said Heidi, and I gathered from the exchange that this was about as forward as Susan had ever been with her. I remember thinking at the time that Susan was not entirely thrilled that Heidi had stopped her when she was obviously so close to orgasm. Could there be a touch of ‘Well all right, if you’re going to do that to me…!’ about Susan’s attitude. There was no doubt that Heidi/Susan was a pair, and that Heidi was the one who took the lead. She was the ‘male-female’ to Susan’s ‘female-female’. But Susan was clearly no ‘submissive’. Oh No! That she was not. ‘Well I’m not sure I wanted this next,’ said Heidi, ‘but since you’re into it, why not. It looks pretty sexy from back here!’ She watched for a while. I could see in a minds eye what her eye saw, a glistening cock sliding very slowly in and out of a very wet cunt, and beautifully framed by the sea and the sky. I imagined how the vaginal walls would close around the cock head as it edged out, and how they would open up again in embrace as the down-stroke began. ‘All right,’ Heidi said, after a moment or two. ‘This is fine. This is what I want now. Keep this up for an hour! Slow and steady. I’ll let you know when to pick up the pace.’ And she settled again into her nest and damn me if she didn’t start up all over again rubbing her cunt and clit and generally showing signs that maybe Susan would be right. What ‘comes’ next was quite likely to be Heidi’s seemingly insatiable cunt. It turned out even better. After a while, Heidi asked for a step-up of the pace and in no time flat, Susan and I were fucking in earnest. We were both breathing heavily and gasping, and Heidi’s grunts and general encouragement, ‘You’ve no idea how this is turning me one -- grind her into the deck!’, helped the pot to boil. Heidi’s description of what we were doing was not entirely incorrect. I was at the end going flat out, and my full weight was now bearing down onto Susan’s groin on the downstroke --- not without her wholehearted approval, I might add, judging from the way she was pushing back and her finger nails were digging into my back. I had a wonderful feeling that we were, finally, together, and I gauged her reaction carefully, adjusting mine accordingly. Eventually, we were there, and, in fact, I believe the three of us came at precisely the same time. Long overdue, my orgasm went on and on and on, and Susan matched me spasm for spasm. I had lowered the pace as the orgasm approached and we went through it in deliciously slow motion, holding the orgasm for an ternity. ‘MiGod! They’ve made it finally,’ came from Heidi as we started out. Then she dissolved in a fit of gasps, moans, Oooohhhs and Aaaaahhhhhs as her orgasm hit. We had actually done it - a triply mutual orgasm. Eventually it was over. I rolled off Susan, who lay in the sun with her eyes closed and her arms and legs making a four-point star. Heidi had collapsed back on her cushions. Her cunt was prominent and she continued to massage herself gently for a long time. By her side, discarded, it’s job done, was the wickedest looking dildo I had ever seen. It was huge, black and its sides were covered in spikes. God knows how she had ever got that thing in her, but, glistening as it was, it had obviously done its duty. Speech was entirely superfluous. I opened two cokes and gave them to each of the ladies. Then I cracked open the can of beer that Heidi had brought for me and settled back into my cushions and relaxed. Could my life ever surpass this peak, I remember wondering. Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 07 Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter VII A Lady of Surprises. I don’t know how long we lay there semi-comatose, but I regarded that interval at the time as the happiest moment of my life. The world was three people, the yacht the sea and the sky were their only companions, and the medium that bound them together was pure sex. Later, Heidi revealed extraordinary talent as a chef, preparing the most exquisite steaks over a barbeque that she simply swung out from the back rail of the yacht so that it hung on its stanchion in midair over the open sea. Whether because of plain hunger, the ambience, the company, the fact that I had just taken part in the most mind-blowing triple orgasm one could imagine, I would not wish to hazard a guess. But the steaks were the best I had ever eaten, the wine -- a Beaune of excellent vintage – the best I had ever drunk…… And where Heidi got hold of Badois in California, God only knew! We feasted like the three princes. Aside from the very obvious fact that Heidi was an intriguing and forceful character, I had pieced together relatively little of her story. But she was quite open about her life and answered questions willingly and directly. She met Cecil when he was on a business trip to Berlin. Cecil, in case you haven’t twigged, is the President and CEO of the firm for which I worked. He was my ‘Boss’, at some level of management sufficiently high that the difference between myself and Susan, viewed from such heights, was not at all material. I had spoken perhaps two words to him in ten years and they were probably ‘Yes, Sir!’. In short, I had no relationship with him whatsoever, and knew about him only via the scuttlebutt that was promulgated over the company grapevine. This certainly did include his young, nubile ‘Trophy Wife’, but of course, the ‘wires’ had not cottoned on in the slightest degree to her nature, and could not in its wildest fantasy have imagined what this was and what was going on behind the scenes. In between attacks on her steak, Heidi told her story. A long, fascinating monologue. ‘Oh Cecil is such a cutie. And how lucky I was to find him,’ she reflected. ‘He called the agency and I was just the lucky one who took the call. I sensed from the start there may be something in this ---- I was 28 at the time and believe me, a woman in my trade starts worrying as the big 30 looms large. Your tits begin to go and your ass, and in no time at all that is what you end up spending your time on, sitting, waiting. The guys those days -- well probably still -- all they wanted was a hard body, firm tits and a trim ass, and there were all these kids -- the baby bulge they called it --- 19 years old and looking like Madonna. And they could give head, too. Not like I did, but good head, which was something of a breakthrough in the trade. D’you know, when I started, there was hardly anybody who could do it right. I practically invented the technique for myself…… And they all wanted head, believe me. They say, ‘The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’. But every working girl knows this is just plain bollocks! They say this only ‘cos they don’t have the balls to tell the truth. You blow your man twice a day and he’ll beg to be your slave! Try that with Veal Parmiagiani!’ ‘So I gave Cecil the best blow job he’d ever had in his life. And what could he do? 60 years old and all that money! What good’s money if you can’t get your dick sucked properly. He made me an immediate offer, but I said No! I said, ‘If you want me, you either call the agency or you marry me’. ‘Naw!’, he said. ‘I tried marriage. It’s for the birds. The moment the knot is tied, the blinds come down and it’s momma and kids, the kids first, momma second, and the poor swine who’s paying the bills seventeenth, if he’s lucky. No thank you.’ …… So he went back to the States, and I bet he tried every whore in LA. But none of them gave him a blow job like he got from me. So in the end he called. He said, 'Ok! I’ll marry you, but only on one condition. We write in the marriage contract that you give me head twice a day and three times on Sunday, ok?’ I said, ‘Hell, Cecil, write three a day and five on Sunday, it’s your dick!’ I took advantage of a pause. ‘Are you serious? You actually wrote a thing like that in a marriage contract!?’ I asked naively. As I have said, I am really a rather conventional person. ‘Sure! We were amongst the first, but they all do it now. I mean, what’s a guy to do. Cecil was right. A lotta girls, they put out to get the guy, right? But their heart isn’t in it, for whatever reason. I mean, they can be forgiven, right? Sex is not everyone’s bag. Lotta girls have bad experiences early, it affects them. They associate the sex with the bad experiences. They want a man and they want kids, so they do whatever they have to do to get them. But their true attitude to sex comes out later. Cecil picked up three total dogs in his first three wives. Classic cases. Laid there, said nuffin’ until the contract was signed and a couple of kids were in the bag, and then the shutters came down. I bet not one of them gave him a single really decent fuck, let alone a blow job. Took him a long time to learn, Cecil. Not awfully smart, bless him’. ‘But, I mean…er… I mean… Do you actually .. er… fulfil the contract?’ I asked, in a somewhat embarrassed tone. ‘What’s to fulfil,’ said Heidi scornfully. “I mean, you ask any working girl if she’d do 15 blow jobs a week for what I got out of Cecil in return, and she’d think she’d died and gone to heaven! Cecil just had no idea, you know, how much a working girl has to put out. And he also had no idea how much your average 60 year old male can handle, especially when he’s away half the time and totally exhausted by the ‘cares of his office’ when he’s home! Jesus! The man was 60 when I married him. Even on the honeymoon he had a hard time getting it up more than once a day. And he could only manage that for a week. His dick went on strike on him and I don’t care who you are, you can’t do much for a dick that’s decided it’s been overworked. Now he’s nearly 70, Cecil’s happy as a clam if he manages to get it up once a week! So, to answer your question directly, I blow him whenever he asks, which ain’t often! O’course, I can’t rule out he got tired of me and has some chick stashed away on the side, possibly lots of them. Entirely possible given the miserable amount of time he spends at home. No skin off my nose. I got my deal and there’s no way any floosey can get her hands on my pot. I don’t give a damn who’s blowing him. It’s of no concern to me.’ ‘And he doesn’t mind about you and …. and …. and ..er.. Susan!’ ‘Oh he knows nothing of that. He has no idea what I do. I don’t think he gives a damn,’ Heidi said lightly. ‘I’m his ‘trophy’. The proof of his ongoing manhood. O’course, he probably would be a bit uptight if he found out, but what’s he going to do about it? Go public with the news that his trophy wife, who’s supposed to prove what a big dick he’s got, is a closet lesbian? And even if he did, what’s the result? A divorce that, believe me, would reduced his coffers and increase mine in no uncertain terms. No Sir! Cecil has the world’s strongest incentive not to make a fuss about anything, and I’m quite sure he never will.’ After a momentary pause I took the bull by the horns and asked Heidi, ‘Did you know you were a lesbian when you married him?’ I asked a bit nervously, but I was genuinely intrigued by Heidi and the question was entirely honest, if somewhat indelicate. But Heidi didn’t seem to care. She was talking, and enjoying talking. ‘Not really. Sex with men was my job. I didn’t mind it, but in the way you don’t mind doing your job. I was a bit puzzled that I could get off on my own very easily, but guys could never get me off. On the other hand, very few working girls actually get off with clients anyway, so I assumed that was the reason. I realized one day, though, that my fantasies always involved delightful women …. Like that Venus fly trap over there!’ She indicated Susan, who smiled, presumably at the ludicrous analogy. ‘It’s true,’ said Heidi. ‘The moment I laid eyes on her I knew I had to have her.’ And she gave Susan such a look I knew this was the gospel truth. In case it hasn’t struck you yet, Heidi was a straight, shoot from the hip kind of person! ‘Of course,’ Heidi continued, ‘we had to deal with Susan’s reluctance to recognize that she could be attracted to a woman, right Susan?’ Susan indicated her acquiescence, though in a way that suggested she would prefer Heidi not to continue with this line. But Heidi was in a ‘hang it all out’ mood, and she had obviously decided that I was a party who deserved her trust. I had also the feeling that Heidi’s openness that day on the yacht, together with her blatant exposing of Susan to hetero sex, was also a reality check for her, designed to define for her where she and Susan really stood. ‘Susan is certainly not a lesbian,’ Heidi said. ‘Well you could tell that for yourself. You just fucked the hell out of her. Was that a lesbian?’ The gentleman on such occasions is silent. ‘At best, she’s ‘bi’. At worst, at least from my point of view, she’s straight, but got messed up because of…….’ ‘Please, don’t go into that!’ interposed Susan sharply. Heidi gave her a look, then relaxed. ‘Sure. But he has a right to know where we are coming from. Susan has had her problems with men, as you, I understand, had problems with women! Your heterosexuality seems pretty intact, if I may say so!’ ‘Strange you should say that,’ I said. ‘I guess my divorce threw me back quite a bit. I have to confess, sex played an all too minor role in my marriage, and I really did not give much thought to the notion of ‘sexuality’ at all until I met Angel. I confess I had to sympathize with what you said about Cecil. The scenario you laid out described my marriage to a ‘T’’ ‘Angel? Who was this Angel?’ ‘Angel was the woman who entrapped me into doing those movies. I met her at a party somewhere - God knows how I came to be at a party where there would be people like Angel. We inhabited unconnected worlds. But she did seem to be attracted to me. Of course, I’m sure it was all an act. She told me she had been a porn actress -- and you can imagine I was quite shocked about that --- but she told me she had given it up for the fashion business. She ran a boutique, or at least that’s what she said. She was very convincing!’ ‘And you say she convinced you that you were just doing auditions!?’ ‘Hard to believe now that I could be so gullible! …. At least Angel brought me out of my shell, so to speak. My life was pretty dull until I met her. I have to at least give her that! Let’s face it, if it hadn’t been for Angel, would I be here now?’ ‘Well that’s a thought!’ said Heidi, then, ‘But enough idle chat! Time for desert!’ Desert, as you probably figured, was Susan and I taking turns eating Heidi out. Then she asked Susan and I to sixty-nine while she jacked off with a massive dildo, and finally we moved to the Grande Finale. Heidi disappeared into the cabin and hauled out a short bench, well padded, on which she had me lie with my ass on a couple of cushions at one end and my head up the other end. She splayed out my legs and had Susan suck me until I was very hard. Then she had Susan sit on my face, mounted me and began a long, vigorous fuck. ‘Long time since I had a dick,’ was her comment! ‘Not bad! Almost as good as a dildo!’ She rode me for a long time before a series of loud yelps announced her fourth orgasm. She came violently and noisily. Next she had Susan ride me until she was nice and hot, whereupon Heidi had her about face and sit on my cock so that it was in her up to the hilt. Susan arched her back placing her hands on the bench beside my waist to take her weight and exposing her clitoris to Heidi’s rapturous gaze. I could see her eyes glinting from my pose down there on the bench. It was not long before Heidi moved in, and applied to that neat and tidy cunt her sumptuous attentions! I would say that was not exactly the first time Heidi had had her way with Susan’s clit, and Susan’s response was not long in building up to another noisy and violent orgasm. ‘What do you think?’ Heidi asked Susan. ‘Can he take another?’ They seemed to think so, so I was given the place of honor amongst Heidi’s cushions on the back seat of the yacht while the ladies took turns to squat over me with their feet on the seat at my side and their hands on the railing. This gave them superb purchase to grind up and down on my cock. They spelled each other at about ten minute intervals, and the one who was not ‘on’, so to speak, played with my balls, squeezing if they thought it necessary to stiffen me up, and kneading if to keep me loose. They were very good at this, and also in timing their shift changes so my throbbing dick got respite at precisely the point where I was beginning to feel the juices bubbling. You may wonder how any man can hold out so long in such circumstances, and I could not blame you for it. A ‘fishy story’, you may very well think. But it is possible and the reason is that when vaginal secretions are so profuse there is perfect lubrication. My ladies’ cunts grew extremely wet and the most prominent noise that overrode the lapping of the wavelets on the boat was the squishing sound that came from my cock displacing the liquid that built up within them between strokes as they drove their mounds into me. Now you may choose not to believe this, but it is true anyway and accounts for the fact that the actual stimulation my cock had to withstand was very much less than the vigorous efforts of the ladies appeared to indicate. Sliding a truly wet cunt along your shaft generates very little friction and, in fact, the larger of the two problems, if you have either, is maintaining attention! If this strays, you can actually lose your erection entirely, which does not make for a happy lady! Actually, the visual image of women intent on getting themselves off, their flushed bodies, their fully extended areolas, their stiff nipples and their irregular breathing, grunts and yelps were all I needed to maintain full involvement, though the little help I got from time to time in the form of a gently squeezed ball-bag, and maybe a fingernail scratching along the underside of my cock, did not come amiss. So the ladies took turns to pound away at me, and when they tired of this -- physically tired, that is; there was no sign that they were in any way sexually satiated -- they took turns at the ‘about face’ position, one holding as still as she could on my dick while the other sucked and licked her clit. This seemed to be their favorite position and it was clearly a point of honor to keep as still as possible, no matter what the provocation. That way, they both kept going for an eternity. Inevitably, Heidi came first with her usual gusto, but instead of giving the field over to Susan, she turned around again and began to fuck me with a vigor that bordered on the frightening. She had elevated herself into a sexual frenzy that resulted in a continuous sequence of orgasms that lasted as long as Heidi’s legs could keep going. She slammed herself down on me like a veritable dervish! And when her calves gave out, she was by no means done. She collapsed on her back in the well of the boat, slipped a couple of cushions underneath her and beckoned me to do my share of the work. And no sooner was I in and working away than her orgasms began again. She clung to me like a leech, and I felt her vagina contracting around my cock as she came and came and came again. Finally it was over. She collapsed in a heap in the well of the boat. ‘God! What a hump! I give up,’ she said. ‘He’s all yours!’ And so the afternoon ended on a perfect note with me lying lengthwise along one of the side-seats of the yacht, contemplating the azure horizon. Susan had mounted me and with gentle rhythms and great finesse caressed my dick with her cunt walls and lips, moving up and down for a few strokes, then rocking backwards and forwards with me deep inside her so her clitoris rubbed directly against my pelvic bone. Susan herself betrayed with muted groans and facial gestures her impending climax. But as this approached, she actually slowed the pace, keeping herself, and me, moving infinitesimally from one plateau to the next. As each plateau was achieved, she would slow her ministrations until, when the time came and neither of us could hold back any longer, she was completely still, poised over my shaft, and squeezing ever so gently with her vaginal walls which she continued doing for a seeming age before the semen could be held back no longer and poured out of me and squirted deep inside her cunt. With a final sigh, she lowered herself to cover me and her vaginal walls clenched and released as she celebrated our mutual orgasm, a quiet but thoroughly satisfying affair. We remained motionless for a long time. Our eyes were joined, in recognition of a unique sharing. =============================================================== All the way back to LA I was in a daze. I had to pinch myself to believe that this day had been for real. How could such a thing happen? Was it all a dream? Well of course it was not! But how could I rationalize this with my life --- this was my immediate boss and the wife of my CEO! It’s all very well on a yacht to think of oneself as cut off from the world, but when reality hit, the result was confusion and concern as to how the future would evolve. As it turned out, I had nothing to worry about. On the Monday Susan called me to her office, and while making clear that the intimacies of the boat were not irrelevant to her, made equally clear that nothing in the work environment should happen that could raise the slightest suspicion of impropriety between the two of us. And of course the conventional part of me was only too happy to comply. But subconsciously I was disturbed because, as will not be a secret to anyone who is able to read between lines, I was falling ‘in love’ with Susan, and that was not going to work out to my advantage at all, Oh No!! Susan also made clear that it was Heidi who called the shots, and that she, Susan, was absolutely bound by their pact that all action involving a third party should be mutual. I think she said this in advance because she was a perspicacious person and it would not have escaped her notice that our extraordinary encounters on the yacht had left their mark on me! She wanted to head of any attempt on my part to encourage twosome action ‘on the side’ between the pair of us. I of course had the opposite inclination, which is probably the reason why Susan spelled out how it was going to be in ABC and black and white. I mean, if a guy has fucked a woman that well, and knows that she knows how well that was, he’d have to be superhuman not to want to follow it up in the ‘usual way’. When I reflect on it, this may very well be the bane of a lesbian’s life -- the fear that her partner is not really lesbian, but has been hurt by the rawness of the male-female interaction and is enjoying the true sweetness of intra-female companionship, but only temporarily. Maybe that is what attracts her to the relationship, and maybe --- shades of Cecil and his three wives who disliked sex --- getting laid by a woman was just the price she has to pay for this emotional support. When Mr. Right comes along, so goes the fear, she will be away and I will again be alone. I have no idea how general this fear may be, but I am quite sure that it was Heidi’s fear. She was unquestionably in love with Susan, and wanted only the best and ‘what was right’ for her, but at the same time needed to protect herself against the hurt that she would feel if her nightmare scenario should ever come to be reality. That was my role. I was a test case -- how would Susan react to a red-blooded male who nevertheless possessed a high degree of sensitivity. For I did pride myself on this. I am a sensitive person -- no alpha male! – and my emotional makeup has considerable overlap with that of a ‘typical woman’. I cannot imagine, for example, how rape is possible, because for me, the very notion of entering a woman who does not want to be entered is anathema. I could not do it simply because my cock would not allow it! If the cunt to be penetrated was not warm and willing, my fella would go on strike instantaneously and that would be the end of that. Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 07 It’s possible I flatter myself, I admit, but I truly believe that Susan, Heidi and myself knew exactly what we were about. We never talked about it openly, but it was always there, and we sensed it, and adjusted and reacted to it. Following the day on the yacht I was called upon on a regular basis to make up a threesome. Usually this would be during the week and we would meet at Heidi’s fancy house on the hill. These meetings were mostly muted affairs, lots of triangles, a little fucking, usually between Susan and me with Heidi jacking off, sometimes a double blitz on Heidi when she got hot. Nothing spectacular, just more of the same. For a while this satisfied me completely, but after a while I began to get restless. There were two aspects. One was that I was truly falling in love with Susan. By these means I got to fuck ‘my’ woman, so that was the upside. But the downside was that I would then go home and ‘my’ woman would stay to spend the night in the arms of another, and a woman to boot! I liked Heidi, but I resented her coming between me and ‘my love’ more and more as time evolved. That was one aspect. The other was more intimate, personal and darker of hue. It’s the real problem with excess. You’re never satisfied with what you’ve got. You always have to move on. Well in the present case, ‘moving on’ happened in a rather bizarre fashion. It started with a phone call from Heidi. Would I come to the house that evening. Heidi’s requests, though nicely formulated, had the character of orders, so I duly presented myself to find the two of us alone. ‘Where’s Susan?’ I asked. ‘Tied up,’ said Heidi. ‘She won’t be here tonight.’ ‘But I thought you and she had a pact?’ ‘Oh, we do.’ ‘Then….’ ‘You’re not here to have sex, at least not with me. I have a request for you. Let me explain.’ And explain she did. A friend of hers had a daughter, 18, who was about to enter the business of professional modeling. She was very attractive, with an appropriate figure and in every respect groomed to model garments or jewelry of whatever kind and variety. ‘So what is the problem?” I said, becoming impatient. ‘The problem is, Ron dear, that you are highly naïve about the world. Do you seriously think that a model in this day and age ‘makes it’ because they’re good at modeling clothes?’ ‘Ron, use your imagination. Imagine you’re a photographer. You’ve spent all day taking pictures of these gorgeous nubile girls, or lighting them, or animating them so the pictures are not static but have life. How are you going to feel when the cameras are put away for the day?’ ‘Well.. .er.. probably rather horny?’ ‘Precisely! And what are you going to do about it?’ ‘I’m getting the drift,’ I said glumly. ‘It happens in various ways, but one of the most common is for the guys to collect around a table and have dinner. The girls join them, and after dinner the fun begins. A couple of girls get up on the table and dance. Naturally, they have very short skirts and no knickers on! Next, cocks appear magically and the girls who are not on the table go around from guy to guy in a ring blowing each of them in turn. When everybody has been blown by everybody (and this can take a while, ‘cos there’s a lot more girls on those shoots than guys doing the shoots), they go over to fucking. The girls get to sit on the guys and go around the circle. This can go on for hours! They often spice it up with a game -- like whoever comes first, or last, or most often within a given time interval, pays for the dinner. Or every guy who comes has to get up on the table and lick the girl who made him come until she comes …… All kinds of things. And when the evening is done, do you think any of the guys goes home alone -- willingly? This, my dear, is the side of the rag trade that the public does not see. And if you want to be accepted as a model you gotta play along.’ Well you can imagine how this sounded to my, in principle, conventional ear, but I had enough faith in Heidi to believe her absolutely. ‘Sounds like a barrel of laughs,’ says I. ‘But where do I come in?’ ‘Ron, you’re being very slow tonight. My friend’s daughter wants to be a model. Everything’s taken care of, except the sex bit. Marie-Louise has to master that scene too if she wants to succeed. Now the guys in the trade won’t say this, of course, and it’s never ‘the official reason’ why they choose between one model and another, but the fact is that it’s a buyers market. There are thousands of young girls out there with great bodies and the right attitude and they are all clamoring for jobs. But there ain’t that many jobs. Only one in ten can reckon with getting decent work -- by which I mean work that can support them in a manner to which they aspire. And who are the lucky ladies in the successful ten percent? Why, those that cut the mustard after hours. That’s where the rubber hits the road’ ‘Am I getting this right. Are you telling me that your friend has a young daughter who wants to be a model, and her mother wants her to be a model so badly that she’s prepared to hire a guy to teach the young lady how to suck and fuck so that she can excel in the ‘games’ and that way find the inside track to success?’ ‘Why Ron! You’re really on top form tonight! I have no idea how you got there so quickly!’ ‘So the bottom line is, I’m supposed to serve as ‘model’ while you teach Marie-Louise the ropes?’ ‘Not exactly, Ron, you are the model, but her mother teaches her the ropes. Her mother was a model in her time, so she knows exactly what the requirements are……’ ‘Believe me,’ Heidi continued, ‘you’ll be doing them a real favor. Once the girl’s been through the games with you a few times, she’ll have a huge advantage on the other girls and is much more likely to be picked from the pack. This is vital in the shelf-life of a model. Show me a top model and I’ll show you a great cock-sucker with a gorgeous cunt-hole that she keeps in perfect condition and always well lubricated…..’ ‘…..Quite aside from after hours, you never know when the guys are going to take a break and wanna get into you. Can happen that the chick who emerges through those silken doors, mincing down the podium, wafting Chanel every which way, just sucked a guy off in the wings while another fucked her from behind. She can feel the stuff trickling down her thighs. It can be a great turn-on, so I’m told. But whether you like it or not, there’s no way into the modeling trade without it. It’s a guy dominated thing, y’see. And every guy whose worth goddamn and sees an opportunity to get his dick wet, does it. It’s only nature after all. Wouldn’t you agree? We don’t want to be taking moral stands here, ‘cos that gets you precisely nowhere in the rag trade’. I asked for time to consider, and I could not prevent myself from spilling it all out to Susan. ‘Ron, it’s entirely your decision,’ Susan said. ‘Act entirely according to your conscience.’ ‘Look Susan,” I said, deciding it was time to take the bull by the horns. ‘Let’s be upfront with each other. Frankly, and making no bones about it, I’m falling in love with you. I want you --- I want us to be together. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more than this in my entire life.’ ‘But Ron,’ said Susan, ‘You knew me a long time before Heidi did, and you made no approach.’ ‘Hell, Susan, you were -- you are -- my boss!’ ‘So what?’ ‘Pardon?’ ‘So what!? If you have strong feelings for me, why is that relevant?’ I paused. What could I say? That for five years I had not thought of her at all as a sexual being? ‘Susan,’ I said. ‘I have no explanation for this. All I know is that now, I want you, I want to be with you….’ ‘Yes, you want to fuck me and you want me to suck you and you want to do all the things we did on the yacht and afterwards……’ ‘No, No, No…No! --- Well! Of course, Yes! I do want these things, but only because I’ve fallen in love with you!’ ‘Bullshit, Ron,’ Susan said. ‘You’re in love with your dick, and that’s the be all and end all of it.’ ‘Come on Susan, that’s not fair,’ I said. ‘Oh no?’ said Susan. ‘Then let’s do a reality check. Recall that Heidi offered Cecil a deal? Well suppose I was prepared to offer you a deal. You sign off that we fuck once a week, and otherwise, I’m free to choose what the hell I do!’ ‘Susan!’ I said with a truly pained expression, ‘You’re talking nonsense. That’s not what it’s about.’ ‘Well what is it about?’ Susan asked. ‘It’s about attraction, about pairing, partnership ----‘ ‘So what has sex got to do with that?’ ‘Well pairing and sex, that’s one and the same. That’s why people pair.’ ‘You sound like my ‘ex’’. He was always big into sex and marriage. If you’re married, he would say, you have sex. That’s the way it is. Stands to reason.’ ‘So what is wrong with that?’ ‘Everything. If I don’t feel like I want to have sex, then I don’t want to have sex, irrespective of my partnership, marital status or whatever. No-one, whether a lover or a husband, has the right to tell me when, where or how often I have to have sex.’ ‘Susan, this does not seem to me to reflect that fact that you and I have had sex often -- maybe under odd circumstances, but often nonetheless-- and you have goddamn enjoyed it. Deny it if you will!’ ‘Of course I don’t deny it, but you have to remember that Heidi was always there and that without her there never would have been a sexual relationship between you and me.’ ‘Never?’ ‘No! Never! I won’t deny in the slightest that we have had some wonderful sex together. I will never forget it. That day on the yacht will remain as one of the most wonderful memories of my life. But the fact is that the dominant personality was Heidi, is Heidi and always will be Heidi …..’ ‘Yes?’ ‘…. As long as I remain here in LA.’ ‘I’m getting your drift,’ I said. ‘Ron, you have to understand,’ Susan said. ‘I really do like you, and I agree the sex was great. I acknowledge that you and Heidi have freed me from the cocoon, the trap that my marriage had locked me into. But….. ‘ ‘Always the but,’ I said, resignedly. ‘Well maybe,’ Susan said. ‘But I’m prepared to bet anything on it, that when I enact my plan, Heidi will weep for me for a week, a month, possibly a year. And you? You will be devastated for three days. And then you will go out somewhere and you will get laid, and you will forget about me instantly. I am not naïve. Heidi has taught me well. I understand much better than before how men and women are constructed.’ ‘Susan,’ I said, a desperate final submission. ‘Please consider the possibility that you may be wrong!’ ‘I’m not wrong,’ she said, ‘and in your heart of hearts you know this to be true.’ Two days later, Susan was gone. They said she had some urgent family business to attend to out East, and when this was done she would be back. But I knew she would not be back. Heidi had her figured perfectly. She was a heterosexual who had profited from the succor of a lesbian relationship because that is what she needed at the time. But you can’t make a homo- out of a hetero-, no more easily than the reverse, and this Susan had found out as a result of our interaction. She was a hetero- and she had to face up fully to the consequences. Heidi too, and if I am any judge, Susan’s analysis of her response was a gross underestimate. I really liked Heidi. I would have done anything to help her get over the devastation that the loss of Susan brought upon her. But I had to recognize that I was powerless. Heidi had been, was, in love with Susan in a manner that I, personally, could not understand. I believed myself to be in love with Susan and when she disappeared, I did indeed weep sporadically for about a week. Heidi weeping lasted much longer, and was continuous, and continued internally, very possibly, for the rest of her life. As to where Susan had gone to, nobody was the wiser. She had prepared her departure very thoroughly so that on the day she went, she disappeared. I never saw her, nor heard from her again, and nor as far as I am aware did Heidi. But Heidi was resilient. She may have lost her lifelong love, but hey, this is California! I am alive, I am a vibrant person and I have a life to live and a lot to offer. It’s amazing what a positive attitude to life will do for you. Heidi had started her life in a Berlin ‘Arbeitersiedlung’, in the most humbling and humiliating of circumstances. She lost her ‘virginity’ when she was 11, began her long career as a ‘professional’ a few years later, and lived this life right through until she met Cecil. Those years of hardship had insulated Heidi from most of life’s ‘knocks’, but they had not taken away her heart. This she had given to Susan, but not so unreservedly that she could not retain her balance when Susan let her down. And in reality, I do not think she felt that Susan had let her down. Her deliberate fostering of the connection with me was precisely to find out where Susan stood, to force the issue and have the matter decided once and for all. In this she had succeeded, possibly better than she had expected, and I’m sure she had no regrets – better a clean break than a long drawn out estrangement. As time passed, the hurt decayed and she came to treasure the memories that she associated with Susan, and to hope that she was advancing in her life. I know I did, and, truly, the hardest thing for both of us about losing Susan is the uncertainty; not knowing how she is doing, whether her life is advancing positively, whether she is all right. In case this sounds too idealistic, I can only write what my experience dictates. I offer no explanation, only that Susan’s defection forged a bond between Heidi and myself additional to our mutual liking and respect -- it was a bond of mutual deprivation. =============================================================== Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 08 Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter VIII The Training of Marie-Louise. * * * * * When she had talked about her daughter needing to be trained at taking pleasure in pain I thought what Candy had in mind was a little chastisement, a mild spanking perhaps. It never crossed my mind that …..! But I get ahead of myself. Who, you will be asking yourself, is Candy? Candy is Marie-Louise’s mother and Marie-Louise is, remember, the girl I was supposed to be helping to ‘learn the ropes’. Candy, Heidi’s friend and the ex-model, turned out to be truly gorgeous. Late thirties, but with a well-toned and tanned body which she very obviously worked at keeping in good working order. I made immediate acquaintance with her body when she let me into her salubrious Beverly Hills house, set back amongst the foliage so that were it not for the gateway that opened by magic to let you in, you would not have known there was a house there. Candy appeared at the door as naked as the day she was born, clearly finding this so perfectly natural that it was I who felt out of place. ‘We don’t use clothes here, Ron. They get in the way!’ Candy said, Well, that was soon fixed, and in a whisk my clothes were folded neatly and stowed away in the closet in the lobby that was obviously specially designed for that purpose. At first everything went very much as I had expected. You will not need telling, though, that I had come to regard the slightly bizarre as perfectly normal and so you will not be surprised that I survived, if not relished, an extended session of intensive attention by Candy and her (if anything) even more gorgeous teen daughter, Maire-Louise. It depended only on your taste. Marie-Louise was the perfect ‘innocent, but nubile teen’, Candy the perfect ‘seasoned woman’. Candy explained the situation to me, much in the same terms Heidi had done, ending up on a slightly coquettish, mysterious note; ‘…. You come highly recommended, Ron. You do realize of course how important this is! Not very many men ever get to cross our threshold, believe me! We will see if you live up to your reputation. If so, then who knows where this might lead! ’ If Candy thought I needed an incentive, then she was very much mistaken! The ministrations of two women who, a short while ago, I would not have dreamt in my wildest fantasies I would ever even meet, plus the atmosphere in Candy’s house, which reeked of sensuousness, was enough to give a guy a heart attack never mind raise the pollen to a fever pitch. They began with me standing on the rug in a room littered with furniture of all kinds of descriptions, from soft sofas to hard-backed chairs. One suspected it was not accidental that each suggested its own sexual fantasy. Candy stood to one side while Marie-Louise set to work nibbling on my ear, caressing my nipples stroking my back and sides with her nails and working her way slowly down to my stirring cock. Delightfully slowly she brought this to attention using only her lips and tongue while circling my balls and ball bag with feather-like fingertips. No novice, this girl! Candy watched for a while, then retired to an overstuffed chair to one side of the room. ‘You won’t mind Ron, I’m sure,’ she said, drawing apart her legs to the lotus position to expose luscious, generous labial lips which she began to caress with her fingertips. ‘I do find the sight of a man being pleasured most erotic.’ I think I murmured some nonsense like ‘Of course not!’ or ‘Not at all!’ whilst trying manfully not to stare too obviously! Marie-Louise soon had my cock iron hard and she began to take it deeper and deeper into her mouth laying her fingers lightly on the base to maintain the right angle. She worked up to a slow but steady rhythm which she maintained for five or ten minutes. Then she would break off, rock back on her haunches and run the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock whilst fondling my balls. Then back to the steady rhythm, but now sucking just a little more definitely as the cock reached maximum penetration. Every so often her eyes would roll upwards as she worked the cock, checking my reaction. Three or four rounds of this pattern had me well and truly interested, as you can imagine, and Candy’s breathing was becoming heavier. She was now thoroughly wet and had opened out her labial lips to accommodate a gleaming gold-colored dildo which she worked in and out of her vagina with the right hand, whilst her left stimulated her clitoris with a steady circular motion. The sight was highly erotic and my arousal threatened with each passing minute to erupt! But Marie-Louise was adept at judging perfectly just how hard to suck and just when it was time to stop working my cock and tease its tip. Each time I was a little further along, but always able to catch it before boiling over. Marie-Louise was well taught indeed, and unless I was much mistaken, highly practiced! Gradually, the steady stimulation dulled the sensation in my cock so that even though Marie-Louise increased her stroke and sucked harder and harder, I was on that familiar pleasure plateau. Those long weekends with Angel had left me well-schooled , and even though the sight and sound of Candy becoming seriously aroused heightened greatly my own arousal, I was able to maintain control of my own pleasure, even when Marie-Louise began serious deep throating. She took my entire cock in to the base, gripped with her tongue and lips and sucked as hard as she could throughout the up stroke! Then down again, and out, down, out. The sensation was exquisite. But somehow, I managed to hang on. I sensed that something was at stake. I had been ‘highly recommended’, said Candy. I had something to live up to. Candy celebrated her first orgasm quietly. An exhalation of breath, a relaxation of the muscles -- she continued stroking herself gently and sliding the dildo in and out or quite some time afterwards. ‘Not bad, you two,’ she said, finally, and clearly this was the signal to Marie-Louise that it was time to move on. She rose, not without difficulty --- she had after all been on her knees in front of me for more than an hour --- and reached up to kiss me on the mouth, her hand grazing along, teasing my cock. I touched her cheek, and took great pleasure in the sight of the stiff nipples and extended areola’s of her young, firm breasts. She was aroused too! My fingers strayed to her groin, beneath that little wisp of hair, sliding across the wetness of her sex. I felt her stiffen as my index finger stroked her swollen clitoris. Her arms clenched around my neck, her mouth glued itself to mine as I moved my finger gently back and forth across that tiny organ of pleasure and further, in and out of her tight but liquid vagina. I clasped her to me as the spasms began and never seemed to end. She shuddered in my arms, like the child she not long since had been. But she was no child now! That she was not!! ‘Well that’s not the way it’s meant to be,’ came Candy’s ethereal voice into our world of unreality, ‘but what the hell!’ It was not clear how it was ‘supposed to be’, but the reality on the ground was soon made apparent. A few brief minutes later, and I was lying on my back on a softly cushioned chaise longue enjoying the fruits of a ball licking and sucking session by Marie-Louise. Again it was clear she was no novice! She licked in all the right places and gave each ball a thorough workout, close to the pain threshold, but never over the top. Back and forth she went, applying in the interim appropriate attention to my cock whenever this showed signs of wilting --- wilting, you understand, not from a lack of desire for continued stimulation but simply because of time. I don’t know what your experience is, but, however good and thorough the ballwork, my cock needs direct stimulation to remain erect. Marie-Louise sensed this and acted accordingly. For some time Candy disappeared from my field of view. But suddenly she was very present, which was made manifest to me by the sudden appearance in my field of view of a cunt, a succulent cunt, a very succulent cunt indeed! ‘I’m sure you don’t mind, Ron,’ Candy said throatily as she lowered herself gradually until her swollen labia came into range of my silken iguana tongue! I flicked my tongue tip about the outer regions of her cunt, declining at first when her body movement indicated she wanted attention to her clitoris. And Candy played along with the teasing and presented herself to the full extent. As Marie-Louise teased my balls and worked my cock just enough to maintain my erection, so I in turn teased Candy’s cunt, lapping at the opening to her orifice, but retracting when she tried to take my tongue tip forward to her swelling clit. We three continued thus for a time that, however long, could nevertheless not be measured in minutes or hours. Marie-Louise continued to tease my balls and cock, increasing incrementally the stimulation until the entire area around my groin glowed incandescent. And Candy’s cunt virtually drowned me with its juice as I continued to tongue her labia and, occasionally, as she moved on top of me, her clitoral hood. Suddenly, at a muffled command, Marie-Louise ceased her oral ministrations. For a long moment, my cock stood naked, unsupported ---- until that exquisite moment when it was enveloped by another liquid cunt, Marie-Louise’s! My field of vision was blocked by Candy’s groin, but I did not need eyes to know that Marie-Louise had straddled me and lowered herself upon an all too ready cock. Gradually her movements up and down generated a flow of juice over my loins which matched the flow into and around my mouth. The pace quickened, and my interest with it! Marie-Louise now shagged me seriously and in spite of her copious, lugubrious secretions, I was approaching the point of no return! I sensed that mother and daughter were stimulating each other’s breasts and nipples. By now I was tonguing Candy’s clitoris with intensity and her increasingly heavy breathing expressed her appreciation. Her arousement seemed to catalyze Marie-Louise’s, and the thrusts of her loins on my cock betrayed her impending orgasm. The intensity of her thrusts increased and the imminence of her orgasm was palpable. Finally, after much teasing, I flicked my tongue directly across Candy’s clit, backwards and forwards, with ever increasing velocity. Candy’s breathing joined Marie-Louise’s --- and mine! We were all approaching the point of no return. Hard to say who got there first. Suffice it to say that an explosion occurred! Candy’s cunt suddenly generated a spurt of fluid that caught me unawares and momentarily stayed the pent up pressure in my loins. But Marie-Louise’s orgasm took care of that and I lost all control as her thrusts up and down, up and down, took me nearer, nearer ever nearer --- then over the top! My entire body wracked with spasms as the young girl pounded into me, again, again, again, with a force that would have been frightening if it had not been so wonderfully fulfilling! I cannot speak for the ladies, but my own orgasm, lasting for many minutes, was one of the best I have ever experienced! ‘Well I would say that worked out pretty well,’ said Candy after a rather long interval. ‘What do you think, Ron? Will she do?’ ‘I’ll say!’ I managed to blurt out. ‘Indeed!’ ‘And you too, Ron. I think you’ll do too!’ Which was the prelude to Act I Scene II, as it were. Whatever the lateness of the hour – and I confess to having lost all track of time --- I was soon again fully engaged! Beckoning me to follow, Candy and Marie-Louise entered another room, of character entirely different. The ‘cross’ attached to the wall at one end is all you should need to know! ‘I don’t know whether you noticed, Ron’, Candy said, ‘but Marie-Louise did not inherit the long and fleshy labia that gives me so much pleasure. God knows why, but there it is. Anyway, we work on it every evening and she is improving, gradually. You wouldn’t believe it, but full pussy-lips are very much ‘in’ these days. Perhaps you would help with the restraints?’ In no time flat, Marie Louise was securely restrained, adopting herself the form of the cross. Flat clamps were attached to her labial lips on both sides and Candy proceeded to load the clamps with weights distending Marie-Louise’s pussy-lips. I must have winced as Candy continued to add weights because Candy said, ‘Yes, Ron, it does hurt, but so does plucking your eyebrows!! Anyway, a model these days has to learn to take her pleasure through pain.’ There was that term again, pleasure through pain! Little did I know what was in store! Candy had arranged Marie-Louise to her satisfaction. Then she turned to me and said, ‘I usually leave her about an hour. What do you think? Shall we put on a show for her? Obviously, Candy had been highly charged up by previous events and found her outlet now in most thorough and vigorous attentions to my cock, while at the same time jamming a liquid cunt hard against my face. In fact it would not be an exaggeration to refer to ‘face fucking’ -- Candy utilized to the full the various capabilities of lips, tongue, teeth, chin, nose and even all of these together! And her claim was not exaggerated --- she had the fleshiest juiciest pussy lips it has ever been my pleasure to stimulate. I took each in turn in my mouth and between my teeth, working them back and forth with a biting motion that brought deep throated moans from her and instant retaliation on my cock and ball bag. We truly fed on each others parts with an ever increasing greed. Soon Candy was gripping my cock hard between her teeth as she drew back on the outstroke, while I bit ever harder on her pussy lips until they were blood engorged and swollen. Her clit emerged from its hood as I tongued her. I sucked it into my mouth and gave it the same treatment Candy was giving my cock. For a while there was almost a contest -- I was quite sure my cock was black and blue --- but suddenly Candy began to orgasm, bucking her groin over me as I kept a firm grip on her extended clit between my teeth. Wave after wave overcame her and fluid gushed from deep inside her cunt to drench my face and trickle into my mouth. I swear she was still in the throes of this orgasm when she suddenly broke free, switched around facing me, sat on my cock and fucked me with a force and energy that was positively frightening. I had thought of Heidi as ‘insatiable’, but Candy gave the word new meaning. I came again, deep inside Candy’s cunt. The spasms lasted seemingly for ever, but were merely the prelude to new ministrations. No time to go limp, my cock reacted to sucking and wanking so intensive that it dare not die. This lady, it realized, had decided it would stay hard for ever! Occasionally I caught a glimpse of Marie-Louise’s white body framed against the wood of the cross. She was clearly uncomfortable, but I couldn’t help being turned on by the sight. I must have a sadistic streak somewhere! Finally, following yet another massive orgasm, Candy desisted and we came up for air. ‘Not bad!’ she said, panting ever so slightly. ‘I understand why Heidi was so fulsome in her recommendation!’ But she brushed my gestures of modesty aside. ‘The night is young. On with the training.’ Wondering exactly how ‘young’ the night was --- I had been in Candy’s house a seeming age --- I helped unrestrain Marie-Louise, only to find myself assisting in tying her up again, this time to a horizontal slab. Her arms were tied to fastenings at one end of the slab, while her legs were drawn upward and outward, held by ties that ran to points in the wall, until she was almost doing the splits. The slab was raised slightly at one end so her pussy, with it’s lips looking raw and still distended, was almost grossly exposed. Recalling Angel’s dungeon, I of course had a strong inkling of what was to come, but I still could not believe it! Would a mother participate in the cunt-shipping of her daughter! Well Candy answered this in no uncertain way by reaching into a box in the corner and drawing out three nasty looking whips. Two were ‘cats’, the tails on one broad and flat while on the other they were thin and cylindrical. The third while had an ugly looking short, fat thong of hard leather. ‘I know this may seem strange to you, Ron,’ Candy said, ’but it’s a simple fact of life for a model. A fair number of movers and shakers in the trade – and they’re not all men, let me tell you that! --- like nothing better than to see the young girls squirm. But you can’t mark their bodies, can you? That’s the champagne and caviar. Now their pussies ---- well, we have not yet got so far as to have models put their pussies on display, have we, not even in this country! So that’s what the girls learn very fast. The rest of them may be sacrosanct, but their pussies are fair game. For groping, licking, chewing, eating, prodding, fingering, fucking or beating. A girl has to be prepared for anything! Wouldn’t be the first time a job has been given to the girl who lasted longest under the pussy whip, I’ll tell you that!’ Then, almost an aside, ‘I usually give her a hundred with each!’ And so saying, Candy picked up the whip with the broad, flat tails and started flailing away at her daughter’s cunt! You can picture the scene, I’m sure. Candy would draw back the whip holding the tip of the tails in her left hand, and then let fly. As she did so her breasts recoiled and their pink tips stiffened just as Marie-Louise’s body jolted at each sting of the whip. Her cunt lips, already raw from the clamps and weights reddened with every blow. Ten strokes and Marie-Louise was breathing heavily. Twenty and she was starting to grunt. Thirty and then forty she could no longer keep silent. First little rather plaintive yelps that turned gradually into cries and then screams. But none of this made any impression on Candy. The whip landed with regularity and ever increasing force. By ninety she was using the full power of her arm and had her timing perfectly, cutting into Marie-Louise’s cunt with the extreme tips of the whip tails, at maximum velocity. Finally the count was a hundred and Candy relented. Marie-Louise’s body was still arched, tense and twitching as though the whip was still landing when Candy said, almost nonchalantly, ‘OK, Ron. Your turn. Fuck the hell out of her!’ ‘Are you serious?’ I responded. ‘Absolutely!’ Candy replied. ‘Actually, there’s nothing like a good pussy whipping to heighten the pleasure of a fuck. Go ahead! Ram it into her, and don’t spare the horses! You’ll be surprised at her reaction!’ Seeing that my cock was limp, she grabbed it and wanked it stiff. Then she plugged me into Marie-Louise and started to whack my behind until the pace and depth of my thrusts was to her satisfaction. ‘Keep that going!’ she said. ‘I want to see her come!’ Of course I did not tell Candy that this was not a novum for me --- memories of the session in Angel’s dungeon were still very much alive --- and that I was not at all surprised to find Marie-Louise’s vagina dripping wet and her body primed for almost instant orgasm! She came, uncontrolably and noisily within a minute! ‘There! You see!’ Candy exclaimed. ‘Pleasure through pain!’ And so saying, she picked up the second whip and began again to flail at Marie-Louise’s cunt. By now, her pussy lips were swollen bright red and the thin tails of the whip bit into the flesh leaving white marks that instantly evaporated between strokes. The whip tails swished through the air and you could almost yourself feel the sting as their tips ate into the flesh of the cunt. Marie-Louise seemed to have gone through some kind of pain threshold --- perhaps the endomorphins had kicked in. She did not scream but moaned softly, almost sensuously, even though the shock of each blow caused her body to jolt as though an electric current had passed through it. As before, Candy gradually increased the stroke but this time more quickly so that already at fifty lashes she was employing full force. Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 08 “She how her cunt lips are filling out. Isn’t she beautiful!’ It sounded absurd, but I had to admit there was some logic to it. Marie-Louise now possessed the body of a young girl, but her naked and hairless pussy was that of a fully seasoned and highly aroused woman! This time, after the hundredth lash finally landed, my cock needed no help from Candy. It was erect and ready! But this time I resisted Candy’s entreaties to ‘fuck the hell out of her!’. I began the fuck by exploring the rim of Marie-Louis’s cunt with the tip of my cock. I eased my cock tip into her cunt slightly then slipped it out, glistening with her juice which I spread gently over the outer walls of her labia and up to her clitoral hood. I continued in this way until the entire genital area was thoroughly wet. Marie-Louise was now moaning with pleasure and her arched back and loins thrusting against me told their own tale! Gently I eased deeper into her, then stimulated her clit with my cock tip using a circular motion. I repeated this cycle several times, entering her a little more and rubbing her clit with my cock harder and longer on each cycle. After watching for a while, Candy entered into the spirit of the moment. She bent down, leaning on her elbows and began to stimulate Candy’s nipples with her tongue and teeth. Marie-Louise eased effortlessly from level to level as the stimulation brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She was in a zone where she probably before had not been. Her breasts were full and round, enhanced by fully developed areola’s and capped by nipples that stood up proudly like beacons. My cock was now exploring deep inside Marie-Louise’s cunt. She pushed against me and rotated her hips. Slowly I eased in and out, still teasing her clit and renewing the lubrication on her outer pussy walls, but penetrating her fully and leaving my cock in place inside her sometimes for more than a minute before slowly withdrawing. I cannot say how long we maintained this rhythm. Candy switched from one nipple to the other, then back to the first. Time had ceased to exist for Marie-Louise. She was floating on its edge, the moment too precious to allow to slip into the past. For such a young girl she had remarkable control, but eventually even she could not hold back. Perhaps my cock brushed her extended clitoris a little harder than usual, or a little longer. Whatever the reason, she slid off that edge and with huge exhalation of breath and a tensing of her entire lower body she began her orgasm. I slid my cock deep into her just as the contractions began, and went on and on and on. An age went by before her body collapsed, limp and spent on the slab. ‘Mmm! Not bad!’ Candy said, ‘Even if it wasn’t in the script!’ And if I thought that this tender lovemaking would change the tone of the Act, nothing could have been further from the truth! In fact, if anything the conclusion of Act I scene II was even more brutal than it otherwise would have been. ‘It’s important when building up pussy lips, Ron,’ Candy said matter-of-factly, to pay attention to the inner as much as the outer. That’s what this is for!’ She brandished the ugly looking whip with the single thong. ‘You have to be careful with this thing,’ she said. ‘It can do some damage! But when used in the right way….’ Candy knelt down between Marie-Louise’s legs and I could see she was re-attaching the clamps to her labial lips, the ones that previously had held the weights. But know instead of weights they were attached to strings that looped around the young girl’s thighs. As Candy tightened the loops, Marie-Louise’s pussy lips were drawn apart opening out like a blooming flower to reveal the pink flesh within. Candy adjusted the fastenings carefully. Marie-Louise was still very wet and Candy massaged her cunt fluid into the exposed inner walls of her vagina so they glistened. Then the beating began. Unlike the other two whips this one had no tails that swished. It had a thong that made a ‘thwack’ when it struck the flesh. Candy began with relatively light blows, Ten towards the left side of the cunt, ten to the right and ten down the middle. These she aimed so that the tip of the thong edged upwards, from the bottom of the cunt to the top. The first few bit deep into the inner flesh of the cunt, while the last struck directly onto the clitoris. As before, the intensity of the blows increased until towards the end of the second round, Candy was using the full force of her arm. Marie-Louise, who had begun to whimper during the first round, screamed out aloud as the whip struck home on flesh already visited. Her screams now were constant on every blow and her body squirmed in a subconscious attempt to escape the sting of the lash. But Candy was impervious to it all. She completed the hundred, then she ran her fingers around the tortured flesh before saying, ‘What do you think, Ron? Another hundred?’ A frightened whimper from Marie-Louise expressed eloquently her opinion!! ‘Just ten then,’ Candy said, and she laid ten vicious cuts so aimed that the thong tip brushed the clitoris before thwacking into the lower cunt wall. Candy was satisfied, but she wasn’t having me messing with her agenda. ‘This time we do it my way,’ she said, and reversing the whip she roughly rammed the handle deep into Marie-Louise's cunt and began to fuck her with it. The handle was fairly long and about the thickness of a small cock. Obviously Candy knew very well how to use it to effect. At first Marie-Louise cried out in pain, but --- Yes, you guessed it, Pleasure in pain! --- so after a while her cries had an entirely different nature. And believe it or not, she orgasmed again, this time harder by far than ever before. The spasms were not confined to her cunt, or any part of her, they encompassed her whole body as she completely lost control. Candy continued to thrust the whip handle in and out of Marie-Louise’s cunt with full power and the spasms went through several cycles, like an earthquake and it’s aftershocks, before apparent coma set in. ‘Pretty good!’ was all Candy said. ‘MiGod am I horny! Come and fuck me!’ Act I, Scene IV! Marie-Louise was left to recover while Candy and I cavorted on a bed nearby. Candy was right about being horny, and she came almost immediately I began serious thrusting inside her. But one orgasm was nothing to Candy, and she seemed unsatisfied even when we both came more or less together. My own orgasm was one of those rare times when I really lost control and rammed my cock in and out of Candy’s receptacle like a stag in heat! I must have poured pints of cum into her. There seemed no end to it. But when I collapsed back on the bed, there was Candy on top of me with my cock in her mouth sucking like the very devil. “Have to get you good and hard so you can really give it to her!”, Candy said, and I was amazed to find she meant Marie-Louise. “You mean…?” I left the question hanging. “Sure! That’s what happens. Some key customer, or supplier or any other bigwig who they want to keep well and truly on the hook gets the girl for the night. So tonight, you’re the lucky guy, Ron. Essentially part of the training. And what was I to do? There was Marie-Louise suddenly lying now on the other side of the bed. Her head was propped up on a pillow and her wide eyes beckoned. Her legs were spread wide and a stray finger cruised lightly across the swollen lips of her labia. Her small breasts glistened in the dim light, their nipples were hard and erect in a soft bed of pink. For a long moment I watched transfixed as Marie-Louise began teasing herself (and me?), sliding a finger along her crack, opening it slightly, slipping her fingertip into her cunt, out again and up to circle her clit before repeating the cycle again and again. Each time the finger entered her a little more and the flesh of her labia opened wider. Meanwhile, Candy had continued her ministrations to my cock alternately sucking, licking it and working my balls in and out of her mouth. She paused just long enough to say: “Pretty sight, ain’t she? Turn you on!” “What do you think?” I replied huskily. Candy rocked back on her knees and admired her handiwork, running a red-nailed finger up and down the underside of my cock. “That should do it,” she said. “Now Ron I want you to forget what a great lover you are, how you please your woman. Remember you are standing in for someone who may be a slob or even a sadist. He knows he can’t mark her body, but he’s seen that her cunt is fair game and he’s probably been hoarding it up all day, a day in which he’s been continuously surrounded by gorgeous girls with their slim bodies.” Candy fingered my cock, eyeing Marie-Louise. “Sometimes he’s so charged up he comes immediately, rolls over and starts snoring. But sometimes not. I had one once who fucked me continuously for 5 hours. Up down, side back, every which way. 5 whole hours! God knows where he got the stamina from. His dick just seemed to get bigger every time he came!” Candy took my cock deep inside her mouth and sucked hard. She withdrew, then in again and repeated ten, twenty times. Finally she sighed “I could go on doing this all night! Well, no harm in getting a decent head start. Off you go, and remember, the mark to beat is 5 hours!” Gently I knelt between Marie-Louise’s thighs and inched my swollen cock into her, mindful still of how raw her inner cunt walls must be. But Marie-Louise shows no signs of discomfort. Quite the opposite she held gaze with those wide eyes of hers and edged her groin slightly in encouragement. Her cunt was already moistened and delightfully tight, closing around the tip of my cock as I withdrew and offering just the right amount of resistance as I thrust in. Taking my weight on hands and knees I gradually increased the penetration until the full length of my cock was inside her. Then, perhaps with Candy’s words at the back of my mind -- 5 hours? Really!?--- I let my weight down onto Marie-Louise’s spare frame and settled into a slow relaxed full-cock fuck. We moved together like this for a time that was quite indeterminate. The only sounds were the slurping of the copious juices of Marie-Louise’s cunt, which slowly coated my balls and spread across my stomach and upper thighs, the occasional intake of a breath and a light buzzing that I had come to recognize as Candy’s favorite toy! Soon Candy was breathing heavily herself and, though I could not see her the mental image of how she would look as she brought herself to orgasm added it’s own eroticism to the moment. I shifted position, lying on one side at right-angles to Marie-Louise. I could see how her breasts bobbled with each thrust. I could reach up and squeeze her nipples, or down to stroke the innards of her perfectly formed thighs, From time to time a stray finger found her clitoris and teased it. My hand wandered over her body. I eased a finger into her mouth and she sucked it gently but eagerly. Then back to her breasts, caressing, squeezing, down to her flat stomach, along her thighs and down to her finely boned feet. I traced out the sinews in her foot and ran a mischievous nail across her sole. Again, time stood still. My thrusts were regular and long. On the outstroke, the head of my cock exited from that cavity of ecstasy so that the inner labial lips closed around it, then opened again effortlessly and welcoming as I began the next instroke. We moved together in an unspoken agreement that we would remain on this pre-orgasmic plateau. It was too exquisite there to ever want to leave! And who knows how long we would have kept going if Candy had not suddenly reappeared on the scene and with a “Hell, this is too much! This is training, not a love in!” she set about Act I Scene V. In no time flat, I was lying on my back and Candy was affixing to the base of my cock some contraption that was essentially a cone, but with spikes emerging from its sides and at its base. The spikes were sharp enough to hurt, clearly, but their points were rounded so they would not cut open the flesh. ‘We usually do this with dildo’s, Ron, but since you’re here….!” Said Candy nonchalantly, beckoning Marie-Louise to mount me. Gingerly, under the watchful eye of Candy, Marie-Louise slid her cunt down over my cock until her outer lips reached the top of the cone. Carefully she eased herself over the cone, centimeter by centimeter, wincing as the spikes bit into her vaginal walls. The cone distended her cunt more and more as it penetrated deeper into her and I truly thought she would never get more than half way. “We increase the size of the dildo each time, Ron, This is the biggest it’s ever been, but she’s wetter than I’ve ever seen her before so we’ll see if we can get it all in.” Slowly but surely, Marie-Louise wriggled her way down onto that cone until it fit entirely inside her. Carefully she leaned back, allowing her full weight to rest on my groin, or rather on the spiky surface of the strap-on, which I could see was artfully designed to stimulate her clitoris very directly! And as Marie-Louise worked her way down onto that cone I became aware that the spikes were not all on the outside! They were on the inside also and the further she drove herself down onto the cone, the more deeply the internal spikes dug into the base of my cock! This happened so slowly however that the perception was not of pain, at least not exactly. And as Marie-Louise began gingerly to rock backwards and forwards it finally dawned on me “Pleasure through pain”. That’s was exactly right. That was what it was. And exquisite pleasure, at that! It’s impossible to describe in words the sensation I felt as Marie-Louise increased her stroke. She moved basically horizontally, rocking my cock backwards and forwards, with the spikes digging in, on the upperside of the cock when she moved back, on the lowerside as she moved forward. After all that had happened to me in the past few months I would not have believed that my cock could experience an entirely new sensation, but that is what this was. And in spite of all she had been through and all the stimulation her cunt and clitoris had received, Marie-Louise also seemed to respond to this as an entirely new sensation. She sighed and moaned, seemingly more aroused than ever. Gradually the rocking motion began to take on an up-down component which dragged the spikes up and down the base of my cock, which had the effect of transporting the sensation up towards the tip and down into my balls, the more so the longer the stimulation continued. Marie-Louise began to respond in earnest. Her moans became cries, and the cries became urgent as her wiry body, sinews standing out, moved faster, harder and she thrust up and down, impaled on the cock-cone. Leaning forward she placed her hands on my chest and fucked me full-cock ignoring entirely the spikes, which cut into cock and cunt-wall equally, taking the pleasurable pain to intensities I had never imagined I could possibly endure, never mind find exquisite beyond understanding. It was so that I never wanted this to end. But of course end it must, and in a violent explosive orgasm that engulfed us both and held us in its grip seemingly for ever, as aftershock followed after shock. Finally, exhausted and utterly spent, Marie-Louise freed herself from me and collapsed beside me on the bed. “Hmmmm!” I heard from Candy, as I felt myself falling gently but inexorably into sleep, “Not bad.Not bad at all!” Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 09 Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter IX An offer he can’t refuse! ================================================= I had lost all sense of time and place. I was aware only of the sensation in my fully erect cock and balls which seemed to be stimulating themselves! Only gradually did I become aware of the nubile, bronzed female form that was spread out beside me and of the long flowing black hair that was spread out over my stomach. Slowly memory returned and with it the ultimate wonderment that even after such a night my cock could experience sensation. And how! It was as though it had not been ministered to in months! I don’t know whether you’ve ever had the good fortune to check this out, but it seems to be the case that once those hormones really get a grip on you innards, they hang around for as long as you can keep the stimulation going -- or rather, for as long as someone can keep stimulating you! Well if you wanted proof, here was me, having been the night before through at least 8 hours of continuous stimulation, having come at least six times, losing in the process what seemed like pints of semen, reveling in a blow job. My cock was iron-hard, it felt just wonderful, and I was the King of Arabia! I lay still for a long time, not believing that this was real. A dream, surely? But as my senses revived and full memory returned, the gentle motion of the girl’s head as she worked my cock, the touch of the fine hair on my belly and the long, long legs, crossed at the ankles, knees bent, that swung in and out of my field of view, impressed upon me that this was for real. I must have made a slight movement, for the girl paused in her ministrations and turned her face towards me. An oval face, very pretty, unknown to me. “Hi!” said the face. “I’m Jill. I hope you don’t mind! I just love to service men, and your cock looked so inviting, I couldn’t resist!” Hell’s bells! What was I to say to that! Jill ‘serviced’ me for quite a while. I was in no hurry and she didn’t seem to be, so we made the perfect pair. As I became fully awake I began to pay more attention to her body, fingering her gently, finding her soft, moistening. By some mysterious mode of communication she understood what the pattern of stroking and stimulation my left hand was making on her pussy and inner thighs was intended to convey, and she edged over until she was straddling me and I could take her pussy lips in my mouth and play with them, as she was playing with me. She was very good at sucking cock, just enough, never too much and I followed her guide, sucking gently on her pussy lips until they began to swell, and running my tongue around her clitoral area. Occasionally I would flick her clit with the tip of my tongue directly. This Jill obviously liked very much. For how long we maintained this soixante neuf I could not say, only that as far as I was concerned it could have been for ever! Her sucking became more earnest, as her breathing became heavier, and eventually I began tonguing her clit seriously. Her grunts and moans as she continued to work my dick told their story and it was not long before she was seriously aroused. She would raise her head and arch her back, thrusting her pussy into my face, then she would go back down to work on my cock. We went through these cycles for a long time, our increasing arousement palpable! As the tension increased I could feel Jill’s legs begin to quiver. Then she clenched her thighs tight around my head, at the same time driving down so her entire genital area was in my face with her clit and upper vaginal lips clamped tight against my teeth and gums. A series of violent shudders accompanied by pronounced vaginal contractions announced Jill’s orgasm, which seemed to last for ever. And, wonder of wonders, as she came, her head closed down even deeper on my cock. I felt a massive groan welling inside me, kept locked in there by the pressure of Jill’s flesh, filling my mouth and nose so I could neither breathe, nor utter a sound. I was drowned in cunt, wondrously drowned! Jill clenched her teeth and lips firmly around my cock, clamped her hands around my balls, and she sucked the juices out of me, sucked and sucked as though her life depended on it. Together we rocked and spasmed in seemingly eternal mutual orgasm. Eventually, the spasms subsided, but still Jill kept me in her mouth, sucking and licking, as I licked and sucked her dripping vagina. It was as though we wanted that long, long moment to remain for ever. Gradually, our organs and bodies grew limp and we collapsed together, a dormant inextricable, satiated pair. Jill was the first to speak. “That was good!” she said, sighing wistfully, as though sorry it was over. “Holy Christ!” was all I could manage, spread-eagled beneath her. If that was only ‘good’, what would ‘fantastic’ be like!? When she recovered her composure she said, “Well that was a good start to the day! How about some coffee?” Coffee, eggs, Canadian bacon and English muffins opposite a gorgeous, stark naked woman with whom one has just engaged in the most fantastic soixante neuf -- well, let me just say, if you haven’t had the pleasure, I’d definitely recommend it! Jill was Candy’s ‘estate manager’, she said, and Yes! Candy had appointments ‘in town’ this morning and had asked Jill to ‘look after’ me. Er-hem! “So what are your duties as estate manager”, I asked innocently. There was a short pause. “Let me see. How much do you know?” “About what?” “About what goes on around here?” My turn to pause! “Obviously not much! I was just asked by a good friend to stop by here yesterday evening and, well, it turned into something a bit more than I expected.” “Ah! Marie-Louise, I assume,” Jill said. “What a beautiful girl.” “Certainly! And not without experience!” “No! I would imagine not!” Jill said. “Though if she were my daughter, I don’t think I’d be sending her off to those hounds in the modeling industry!” “Prior to last night I would have thought, like everyone, I guess, that a career in modeling would be rather glamorous.” “Well it can be, Ron,” she said. “But most models pay a heavy price. It does affect them emotionally. They may make a lot of money, but most of them end up emotionally --- well, injured somehow. Only few escape to live a ‘normal’ life. Often they retire into themselves, become somewhat reclusive.” “I see!” said I, not really quite seeing. “Well, anyway, you were going to tell me what is expected of Candy’s ‘estate manager’. Forgive me for being blunt, but you do not look like someone who mows the lawn!” At which Jill gave a delightful giggle! “No indeed!” she said. “ I do not mow the lawn.” After a pause, she continued, “Well, I might as well be up-front with you because, why not? I’m not so much an estate manager as a manager of the Club.” “Club? What Club?” “Yes. Good question. Well it really does not have a name, but it’s a bit difficult to explain. I know, why don’t we take a walk around the ‘estate’. That should make it pretty clear. Fancy some air?” “Absolutely!” I said. And so stepping out into the open air as naked as the day I was born, I began a new adventure. Somehow, though, our nakedness seemed very natural. The ‘no clothes’ rule, it appeared, was in force not only in the house, but in the entire estate! As we stepped out of a side door onto the grass, Jill took me by the hand and smiled up at me. “I hope you are not easily shocked!” she said. “Er No!” I replied, though considering! “I have seen something of the world.” “What we have up here,” Jill continued, “is probably not very common.” We were walking on a plush lawn, like a soft velvet carpet, though it was cool to the feet. There was extensive shrubbery, trees and bushes, almost like a maze. It was a glorious day, warm and sunny. And the birds were singing. “Now,” Jill said, “as we turn the corner, we will see some other people. I need just to explain that here, whatever you see, however the people are behaving, the rules are quite explicit. Everyone is free to do what they like, within bounds, of course, but equally, everyone is free to watch. There is no such thing as privacy out here.” At which she pointed through a gap in the hedge. My ear had already caught the faint sounds, and now my eye registered there meaning. Two women lay side by side and head to toe and they were eating each other avidly. Their moans and sighs mingled with the sounds of the birds, seeming a part of nature. I watched in fascination, but if the women noticed they did not register it, they just continued sucking at each other’s groins and stroking each other. “There are no real rules about this,” Jill said, noting my fascination with the women, “but an unwritten one seems to have evolved naturally. The estate is pretty much sectioned off. What you are seeing now is basically the lesbian section. Not that hetero’s or bi’s are barred, or even discouraged, but people seem to gravitate to their own areal and pretty much to stay there. “I see,” said I, clearing my throat as I became aware that the couple I had originally spotted was only one of several, all engaged in more or less the same activity, and that in addition, there was a fringe of onlookers, women all, who were also, shall we put it ‘their own way’ enjoying themselves. Gradually the moans and sighs from the couples became mingled with those of the singles, the buzzing of vibrators, cries, gentle, urgent. We passed along between two bushes and found ourselves in a clearing, a kind of amphi-theatre. The lawn was terraced over almost a full circle with the center lowered, a kind of natural stage. As everywhere on the estate, the grass was plush and thick. The terraces of the amphi-theatre were sparsely populated with women in reclining mode. Some were doing just that, simply reclining. Others were actively stimulating themselves, yet others were being stimulated by partners, male and female, one step down on the terrace. The terrace height and width was arranged optimally for stimulator and stimulated alike, both reclining comfortably, in for the long haul, as it were. And at the center of the amphi-theatre, on stage, was a bronzed young man of perfect build. His penis was truly huge, and fully erect and he was working at it with a powerful right hand, alternately stroking, fingering, massaging and wanking. His gaze seemed sometimes fixed on something in the far distance, sometimes on that monster of a cock, throbbing and bobbing as he released it to hang free and proud. Sometimes he would look directly into his audience, maintaining eye-contact with a specific woman, or switch between two or three in sequence. “That’s Charlie,” said Jill nonchalantly. “Cute isn’t he!” “Erm….” I suppose I let my surprise at the spectacle show through. Jill laughed. “Many women,” she said, “get turned on watching a guy jack off. You’d be surprised!” “So erm Charlie is erm entertaining the ladies?” I managed to get out. “Sure is!” Jill said. “Can’t you tell!” And looking around I could see her point. Most of the women were visibly turned on -- not a limp nipple in the house. And some were very aroused. And as if on cue, the involuntary aural signature of orgasm punctuated the general air of sighing and moaning like a harsh crow’s cry on the gentle cooing of doves. This cry seemed to catalyze more and in no time half a dozen of the women were writhing in ecstasy. One nearby held a mans head clenched between tight thighs. Her entire groin from mound of venus to anus seemed clenched between his jaws, which he worked from side to side in time to the shudders of her taut body. It reminded me almost of a shark and its prey! After an age, the prey collapsed backwards on the terrace, seemingly dead. And the ‘shark’ rocked back on his knees on the lower terrace, turning out to be another golden Californian boy not unlike Charlie. “That’s Bill,” said Jill, catching my gaze. “He likes to work the crowd!” “I’ll bet he does!” I muttered under my breath. Then louder. “Does he belong to the er – the er establishment?” “Sure. He’s a house boy. We have about 25 of them under contract. College kids for the most part. Quite hard to find suitable guys. They have to have impeccable references. Doesn’t always go with good looks and a big dick! Big dicks are ten a penny, but discretion, you know, is difficult to buy!” “I can imagine,” I said, though only guessing what she meant. “How long can Charlie keep that up?” I asked innocently. “I mean, without coming.” “Can’t say I really know. Couple of hours, maybe. I saw him come once. He’s pretty good at it. But it doesn’t do much for me, so I’m only here when I’m needed. The guys spell each other. Everybody has a good time.” She took me by the hand and we meandered onwards through the shrubbery. Shortly, we reached the fringes of a clearing and paused. The clearing was also the source of much moaning and sighing and I rapidly saw why! It looked at first sight like the ubiquitous fitness center you see everywhere, always open to the outside so that you can see the sweating toiling glistening bodies. Here too, amongst the deep green of the foliage were sweating, glistening bodies --- except that certain parts of the body were exercised, shall we say, preferentially! There was also much apparatus lying about, some of which was in use, but one thing all items had in common was a phallus or selection of phalluses on which the exerciser impaled herself, either from above, from the rear, from the side. As you can imagine the poses were erotic in the extreme, and none more so than the variety of straddle apparatus, where the woman impaled herself on the phallus. Some were to be straddled in a kneeling position, others standing, with legs spread wide, but the most interesting of all were genuine trellises where the women could not reach the ground with their feet, but lowered themselves from a beam. They were impaled upon the phalluses with their full weight taken by their arms and their cunts. For good measure, a number of ‘Doms’ circled the group, occasionally lashing out with wicked looking multi-lash whips and sometimes stopping by one particular woman and laying on a pattern of lashes. 25 I counted on one woman, ten on her back, five on each breast, five on the stomach, each lash leaving behind a characteristic pattern of welts and weals. The women cried out with every lash --- ecstasy or pain? Probably both. Pleasure through pain. Candy’s motto. Jill’s voice cut through my thoughts. “All voluntary, you understand. Masochists paradise here! Can you hear that humming sound?” I nodded, suddenly becoming aware of it, and in the same instance understanding its origin. The phalluses were ‘alive’. They were vibrators. “The Doms control the vibrators. They can make them hot or cold, too. The Doms control everything here. Once you step into that clearing they decide. You have your safe word, but if you use it you are banned for a month. The Doms love to take you to your limit.” “Sounds a bit gruesome!” I said. “Well if you go for that kind of thing,” Jill replied. “But I’ll bet it turns you on Ron?” My silence was eloquent! Again, Jill seemed to read my thoughts. “It’s not serious S&M, Ron, “ she said. “But many women enjoy, shall we say, mild chastisement. For them it’s not only pain….” “I know!” I interposed. “It’s pleasure through pain!” “Aha!” Jill said. “Of course, you have already been introduced to Candy’s World.” “Er Yes! Last evening I was assisting Candy with Marie-Louise’s ‘training’.” “Yes! So I understood. And according to Candy you assisted very well, and even” -- I swear there was a twinkle in her eye --- “enjoyed yourself quite a lot!” The memory flooded back. The sight of that waif of a girl being cunt-whipped to the limit of her endurance. I had to be honest. Shocked, Yes! But excited, even thrilled too. As subsequent events proved all too dramatically, I had been royally ‘turned on’. “I tried it once,” Jill said nonchalantly, “but it didn’t do anything for me. I used my safe word pronto, and never went back for more.” She laughed delightfully. “Let me show you what I do like.” We continued our promenade to a quieter part of the estate. As rapidly became apparent, this was the ‘hetero’ area and we encountered, shall we say, conventional couplings. Here and there scattered about were seats, swings and hoists, each tailored to allow maximal enjoyment of all the positions in the Kama Sutra. I recognized several ‘house-boys’ -- they all seemed to be clones of one another --- and one of these was particularly vigorously laying into a dark-haired, masked woman who sat prone, almost lay, on a strategically placed bench with her legs wide apart almost parallel to the ground and her groin thrust over the edge of the seat so that the boy’s large cock could enter her to the hilt, as it were, and he could thrust in and out of her in the standing position. This he did, with the tempo of youth and exacting a grunt with every thrust. He was sweating profusely. “That’s Mary. She’s quite insatiable. She’s a regular. I guess she must be the closest thing we have to a nympho. She has them fuck her like that one after another. All day. ‘Mary duty’, the boys call it, and hard she makes them work too!” “I see that!” I said, meaningfully! “So you will have gathered what we run up here.” “Yes! It does seem fairly self evident!” “It’s unique. A “Sex-Club” run by women, for women. Everything that happens here is tuned to one focus and only one. That women should have the opportunity of expressing themselves sexually and exploiting their potential for sexual enjoyment to the full.” “Well I can definitely see here and there that the opportunity is being taken advantage of,” I replied emphatically noting that Mary’s grunts were taking on a more urgent tone. “How does it work, with the ‘house-boys’? Are they ‘for hire’, just like prostitutes?” There was a pause before she answered. “You could put it that way, I suppose. But I have never heard any of them complain, and we have a waiting list as long as you can imagine. For every house-boy who works here there are a thousand who would willingly take his place. And of course, members are free to bring their own men to the club. They can bring as many as they want. Just have to be signed in by a club member, who is responsible for their behavior. The men are here solely to pleasure the women, not the converse as it is in most clubs. We’re probably the only club on earth where men are at the beck and call of women and not vice versa. If they behave badly, the member is first reprimanded, then fined and if she persists in bringing men to the club who behave undesirably, she can be expelled. I’m proud to say, though that we have never had either an expulsion or a fine.” “I see.” I said. “And how does one become a member of this club – aside from being a woman I mean.” “Ah! Now there you have it, Ron. It’s a very exclusive club. Money is the first requisite. Lots of it! But money alone is not enough. The members are very particular about attractiveness. They don’t insist on a woman being pretty if she is not, but she has to keep herself in shape. Everybody in this club is lithe and attractive. And any member who lets herself go rapidly comes under fire. ” “So you have to be a woman, have an attractive body and be rich. What else?” “Well you have to find out about us, Ron,” said Jill with that delightful twinkle in here eye. “We don’t exactly advertise, you know. It’s word of mouth and word of mouth only. The only people who know about us are the members and the people they tell. But enough…” She took me again by the hand. “Let’s go where I like most!” And so we continued our promenade into a region of the estate where the foliage thickened and the air became still and silent. Jill placed a forefinger over her lip motioning me to silence and pointed. Under the shade of a large poinsettia lay a couple side by side in the long grass. They were kissing passionately locked in embrace. His free hand stroked gently over the white skin of the girl caressing her back, her buttocks and thighs and disappearing into the cleft of her sex. The girl’s free hand fondled her lover’s cock and balls. She ran her nails up from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock, circled the head, then grasped the rigid shaft in her fingers, and wanked him gently. They repeated this pattern again and again, never ending, interminably. It was a scene of great serenity and extreme eroticism. Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 09 Silently Jill led me away and found for us a similar cocoon. And soon I was that lover, my cock was rigidly erect, my tongue was intertwined with Jill's and my hand caressed her from tip to toe. I slipped my hand between her thighs, feeling her wetness. Taking as a cue her caressing of my cock and balls, I slid my finger up and down her vaginal lips, then with a circular motion around the outside of her cunt, then again up and down. Infinitely slowly the long, long build up began. I removed my hand from her cunt and stroked her breasts, taking the nipples between my fingers and rolling them gently until they stood stiff and pressed themselves against my chest as our kissing resumed. I stroked her back, her firm buttocks, her silken thighs, and again found that love spot and resumed attending to that liquid vagina. And all the time her hand caressed my cock, her nails dug into its root, sharp pin pricks, she pumped the shaft gently, keeping the cock fully engorged, kneading my balls and pinching my ballbag. Her control was absolute, and challenged my own. It was a full hour if it was a minute before my finger began to edge forward so that the encirclement of her vagina began to encompass the clitoral hood. Jill responded by increasing the pressure on my cock. Her nails dug that tiny bit deeper, scratched that tiny bit longer before release. The grip firmed as she pumped me and her grasp on my balls tightened. Kissing still, we bit each other’s lip playfully. Time stood quite still, did not advance, had no meaning. We were lost in the mutual ecstasy of our sexuality and had no thought but to continue in this exquisite vein, ‘til death should put an end to it! When I think back to that afternoon I wonder at the intensity of our concentration and realize that it was to a considerable extent the ambience. For however attractive and energetic one’s partner is, the mind will after an hour, two, four -- after some time at any rate--- stray to other things. But how could this happen, how could the libido weaken when all it took was to raise and ear and pick up the chorus of sexual grunts and sighs that pervaded the estate, or to raise an eye to the thrusting of a male in heat pumping his seed into his girl, or the silhouette of a girl’s sharp tipped breasts bobbing up and down as she straddled her man. This was not show, not the wild, artificial gyrations of go-go girls in a bar or the sham copulations of the ‘live-show’. This was the real thing, real people having real sex. It was all pervading and intensely erotic. After a long, long while, we turned head to toe and caressed each other with tongue and lips rather than fingers. We lay on our sides on the carpeted lawn, with our heads between the others’ thighs. I worked Jill as I knew she liked, from the tip of her clitoral hood to the neat crater of her anus, licking, sucking, biting gently, paying special attention to her vaginal lips, and spreading these apart to explore with my tongue the wet inside of her. Jill shifted her attention from cock to balls and back again, following a pattern. She would hold the head of my cock in her mouth and stimulate the lower shaft with her nails, drawing them up from the very base where the cock grew out of the balls to the tip, base to tip, base to tip. Then she would grip the shaft with her fingers and wank the shaft while sucking on the head of the cock. Imperceptibly she would increase grip on the shaft and the intensity of her sucking until my cock was iron hard and extended to the maximum possible extent, and my ball-bag had shrunk driving my balls tight up against the base of the cock. She would keep on increasing the pressure until an involuntary shuddering of my body told her that I had reached a new plateau. Then she turned her attention to my balls, first scratching, then licking and then, as the ballbag began to relax, biting it gently and taking one or other of my balls partially into her mouth and sucking. She worked on the ballbag until it was fully relaxed and she could take my balls one by one deep into her mouth and suck them harder and harder. On each cycle the time she spent working on my balls increased, as did the intensity of her sucking, until it approached the pain boundary. And each cycle seemed to store up sexual energy in my balls, more and more, building up inexorably. When she was finished with my balls the ball bag was fully extended and my cock had softened so she could take it into her mouth to the fullest extent and hold it there with her lips pressed against my groin. Sucking gently, she held position for a while, and then eased her head back millimeter by millimeter allowing my cock to expand. When it was part way out, she would drive down again taking as much as she could before the head of the cock hit the back of her throat. Then out, in again, out, in, until my cock was hard, long and ready for another workout from her nails. And so the cycle began again. No-one had ever stimulated my like this before. It was a build up of ecstasy based on the cumulative tension of sequential abstinence ---- each abstention of release ensuring that the subsequent abstinence would be more intense, and exponentiating the yearning and expectation of final release. The regularity of the cycle was important because it allowed one to adjust to each phase, to keep control. And as I understood this, I developed a cycle of my own, working Jill’s clitoris harder and harder, and then turning my attention to her labia and the inside of her vagina. At the top end of the cycle I would insert two fingers into her and work them backwards and forwards, and up, exerting pressure on the G-spot. Gradually our cycles became synchronized compounding the mutual sexual tension that was building to almost unbearable proportions. On and on we went, from plateau to plateau, oblivious to all but each successive wave of sensation. At the top of the cycle, as the feeling in my cock and balls reached an almost unbearable tension, and with my whole body shaking uncontrollably, a voice, her voice said huskily “I need you in me!” I felt her disengage and move over to straddle me. Our eyes met. “Slowly,” I mouthed! And slower and more exquisite my entry into her could not have been. Centimeter by gorgeous centimeter that liquid cunt slid its way down over my cock, drenching it, absorbing it until it completely disappeared. She straddled me with her arms at her sides, her eyes closed, completely still and motionless. I raised my hands and touched her erect nipples, embedded in the fleshy swelling of her areolas. It was as though an electric charge flashed through my fingertips. Jill closed her eyes and her head moved back on that long neck. She remained impaled on me quite motionless for a long while, then began a slight rocking movement with her groin, pressing her mound of Venus down into me. Arms at her sides, her head thrown back she rode me, increasing and decreasing the pressure imperceptibly. My cock, fully engulfed within her, rocked backwards and forwards with her motion, adjusting to it so that I too remained on the brink. Her juices spread across my stomach and thighs until I was drenched with her. Her breathing became heavier and heavier as her orgasm approached, but her control remained absolute. The rocking motion slowed until we were again quite still. Our groins were pressed hard together. A gentle cry escaped from her lips, but otherwise there was no outward sign, it was all internal, the contractions, imperceptible at first, but then strengthening, the walls of her cunt gripping tight around my cock, releasing, gripping, on and on, until the streams of her come flowed down the walls of my cock, in gushes, one, then the next and the next. And soon they were joined streams of semen as my cock exploded, shooting seed deep within her. Orgasmic fluid joined orgasmic fluid, drenching us inside, and slowly seeping out to join that pool. Jill began to move then. Still in the same pose, the blush of orgasm spreading across her breasts, she began to thrust up and down on my cock, raising he self higher and higher until on the upthrust the head of my cock almost came free of her. Almost, but not quite. Then she held herself still again with the head of my cock just within her. Her cunt lips quivered on my glans until a gutteral primeval gasp from her tightly closed lips presaged that final gush of come, which seemed to emanated from deep within her and streamed down my cock in what seemed like pints. For a long moment we remained so, motionless, until Jill lowered herself again on me, engulfing my cock completely within her, and with a huge exhalation of breath, collapsed forward on top of me, quite comatose. I stroked her neck and her back gently with my fingertips and drew my fingers through her long black hair. What a fuck! And what lady! My cock remained stiff for a long time, but eventually began to wilt. As it grew smaller and lost itself inside Jill’s still liquid cunt, I felt a sense of parting. Satiated certainly I was, and that warm glow that bathed my innards was as intense as I could ever remember. But as I basked in this warmth, and stroked and caressed its instigator, I thought also of the next time, and, it came slowly to dawn on me, horror of horrors, would there even be one!? Jill was my companion ‘for the day’, but nothing had been said about tomorrow. I think that was the point at which I realized that I was falling in love. There is a lot of nonsense spoken and written about ‘love’ and ‘lust’ and what it means, but all I can say is, whatever word you want to use, you recognize it when you experience it. What did I know of her? Almost nothing. We had scarcely had a ‘normal’ conversation ---- how could one is these extraordinary surroundings? But what joined us was two mind-blowing sexual experiences that, it seemed to me, went far beyond the satisfaction of the sex-drive. A man and a woman who meet, in whatever circumstances, and who spend 8 of their first nine hours together enjoying spontaneous, prolonged sex that resulted in mind-blowing mutual orgasms, just had to have more between them than momentary pleasure or convenience. At least that was how I felt. But how would Jill feel? Who was she? Where had she come from and how had she come to be involved in such an extraordinary enterprise as ‘Candy’s Club’? Eventually, I would find answers to these questions, but later. Our post-orgasmic reverie that first day was broken by a soft voice emanating it seemed from no-where, “Well, I did ask her to take care of you, Ron,” Candy said. “Looks like she did a good job!” Slowly, Jill came to life. Candy was standing behind us so I could not see her. Jill could, as she raised her head and later I wondered just what signal passed between them at that particular instant. Gently, Jill eased her weight off me and I felt a sense of deprivation as my shriveled cock lost contact with her. Our eyes met though, and then I knew. There was more. Jill felt it too. It was a poignant moment. “Yep!” Candy said, noting the wetness that covered me from knee to chest, “Definitely beyond the call of duty!” Some time later, over dinner at Candy’s house, Candy said, “Ron. Shall we talk business for a moment?” “Erm By all means,” I replied, not knowing at all where this was going. “Well the upshot of it is,” Candy went on, “How would you feel about a change of career?” “Erm…?” “Yes, I’m sure this is a bit sudden, so let me explain. As you know Heidi is a good friend of mine. She visits the Club from time to time, but we go way back. You see, I also grew up in Berlin. There were then, as you know, many Americans in Berlin and, well, not to put too fine a point on it, my father and Heidi’s mother ….. Well I’m sure I can leave the rest to your imagination.” “You mean,” I stammered, “you are erm sisters?” “In a way, Ron. Yes, that would be it. Anyway, that’s not so important. I mention it only to explain to you how we came to hear about you. When I told Heidi the kind of person we were looking for, she mentioned you without hesitation.” “I see!” said I, though this was something of an exaggeration. “Let’s not beat about the bush, shall we. Here’s the proposition. Here at the Club we are often asked by members if we can supply them with a ‘companion’. I’m not referring to the Day Boys, you understand. Members can book them at will if all they want is good looks and a shag. But no Member would be seen dead outside these walls with a Day Boy, and why indeed would they want to! No, the Day Boys are there strictly for on site entertainment. Pretty boys, but that’s about it. The requests we are getting are for a genuine companion. A man who they can take anywhere, and do anything with. A man who is companionable, amiable, easy-going, infinitely discrete, and. of course, who knows very well indeed how to make a woman feel like a women! In short, Ron, you!” “But but…..” I stammered “Now it’s no good saying you have a job and a career because Heidi has told me all about you and, let’s face it, you are not going anywhere in that job, or that career. It’s not ‘you’ at all, is it?” “Well, er, No! But I’ve never really considered it to be my career,” I started out. “Quite!,” Candy butted in. “You are one of those ‘frustrated writers’ aren’t you. You do that job purely for the income, but really you hate it. Right?” What could I say? She had pretty much hit the bull’s eye spot on. “So how about it, Ron. Join us here. We’ll provide luxury accommodation. You can bring in, or acquire whatever you need to pursue your writing. All that is asked of you is to accommodate Members looking for a companion.” “You are asking me if I want to become a gigolo!” I said, with perhaps a hint of indignation. “Well,” Candy thought for a while, “you could put it that way. But with an extremely select clientele, and even amongst the already elite, it would be only the crème de la crème of our members to whom your services would be available. Believe me, the Members of this Club are not just anybody! And, of course, you would not come cheap!” “Erm…” Candy named a figure. “You understand that no money would pass between you and your companion. This is a retainer, a guaranteed retainer. Call it a salary if you will.” It was a large figure, a very large figure, at least to me. “I see,” said I, thoughtfully. After a few moments I said “And where do you propose for me to live? Where would the accommodation you referred to be?” “Right here on site, Ron. In fact,” a twinkle appeared in Candy’s eye, “Jill has a very nice cottage here on site, plenty of space, her own pool and hot-tub --- and she has suggested to me that maybe you might …. “ And what could I say? The look in Jill’s eye was more than enough! It was an offer I could not refuse! ------------------------------------------------- Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 10 Too Much of a Good Thing: A Fantasy of Excess. Chapter X All good things….! ================================================= I gave in my notice the very next day. Not entirely to my surprise, it was accepted immediately, notice was waived and I was offered a generous severance package that alone dwarfed the measly salary the company had paid me previously. I detected Heidi’s hand in this, but no matter. I had not had too many breaks in my life up to that point, and I took the largesse on the rationalization that it was no more than my due for ten years working for such a lousy wage. I gave notice to vacate my apartment too and was again fortunate to find someone who wanted to move in more or less immediately! So following a whirlwind of activity, I found myself in no time flat ensconced in Jill’s cottage. Candy had suggested a ‘break-in’ period, which was no bad thing given that Jill seemed to have fallen for me as heavily as I for her. I will leave it to your imagination how the two weeks were spent. Unquestionably the happiest and most fulfilling two weeks of my life. But however intense your relationship, you do run out of gas eventually, and re-emerge into the world. And in my case, this included confronting the realities of my new career as a male escort. Obviously Jill and I discussed this in detail and if she had been uncomfortable with it she would have said so at the beginning. What came to concern me later was this. If it were Jill doing to rounds, I would have been uncomfortable. So why was Jill not when I was doing it? But more of this later. For the most part my duties were easy, and if I have to admit it, pleasurable. The women were all attractive, cultured, refined and most of them wanted what women the world over want --- to feel like women, desired, wanted and respected. A typical encounter would be little more than a conventional ‘dinner date’. A good dinner in an upscale restaurant, retiring to the ladies’ apartment, house or hotel suite, always highly luxurious and up-market. Lots of stroking, murmuring, gentle service --- it seemed I was particularly appreciated for my oral skills! If someone had told me a few years previously that I would become expert at serving beautiful women I would probably have not even known what was meant by this. Like many males I would have assumed machismo, and a large cock pounding into them for evermore is what women like most. I did not have a particularly large cock and hard fucking, though it surely had its place in the repertoire, was not really my thing, so I had always cast myself sub-consciously in the so-so ranks when it came to prowess in bed. It was only now, in my capacity as a professional lover, that I had came to realize that the first requirement of a good lover is sensitivity and patience. Of course there are many kinds of women, but I would say on the basis of my experience that the majority prefer a sensual partner who is sensitive to their needs rather than a ‘top jock’. I still believe this in spite of how things turned out. For whatever reason, then, my services became increasingly in demand to the point that I was spending up to five nights a week away from Jill and I often had dates that stretched out over several days. This bothered me, but it did not seem to bother her. Sometimes she would even “prepare” me for a date, sucking and teasing me so that my cock was appropriately sensitized and would immediately spring to attention as soon as the guest of the evening required it to. And on occasion, we would spend a long morning together in bed, stimulating each other. More often than not, we would find an innovation to keep our encounters fresh and fulfilling. If this sounds like an idyllic life, it pretty much was, though I often had to pinch myself into the realization that this was truly happening to me. It was not a dream! You may wonder at the stamina required to ‘perform’ day-in day-out, possibly even in disbelief, but there were only very rare occasions when I had trouble getting hard. For one thing, when the woman is calling the shots, your cock is much less in play than when you are, if you get my meaning. On an overnight date, for example, the majority of the time was spent just talking. The women loved to talk and I realized that I served for them as a ventilator. They could say to me things that they would probably never say to a friend, or even to a lover. I was ‘for hire’ and when the clock ran out they would never see me again unless they chose to. Next to talking came nuzzling and stroking, then oral, with straight sex, never mind hard fucking a very distant last on the list Of course there were exceptions! For instance, I was booked several times by a female couple, lesbian or bi-sexual, I never learned which, both of whom loved to tease cock. The first time I saw them was for an overnight appointment and it was a little disconcerting to be greeted at the door of the luxury flat by two extremely elegant and well-groomed ladies. Vanessa was tall and blonde, and Kerstin was red-haired and slight. Both were probably touching 40, but they had not lost their figures, which many a 30-year old would have given her eye-teeth for, and their skin was as tight, soft and satiny as a teenager’s. As I was ushered into the apartment, Kerstin said, “We thought we’d dispense with dinner. I do hope you are not hungry.’ She had a slight accent that made me think of Sweden. “Er, No,” I replied, “not at all.” And this was no lie because I had found that one of the main hazards of being a male escort was having to partake of too much rich food. So an ‘evening off’ in this regard was only too welcome. It did not take long for Vanessa and Kerstin to come to the point and in no time flat, I was standing in the center of a quite normal, though luxuriously furnished, living room, stark naked and with both ladies, still fully dressed, nuzzling me and stroking and caressing my nipples and my cock and balls. This went on for a considerable time amid occasional murmurs of approval as my cock rapidly reached its full extension. Indeed, I found the situation to be curiously erotic! There was obviously an understanding between the women, who during the entire encounter, exchanged no more than a few sentences. The accent was on eroticism and stimulation. After an age, Vanessa stepped away from me and began to undress, while Kerstin knelt before me and began licking at the tip of my cock. With great expertise and lightness of touch she proceeded to tease my cock and balls with her finger tips, lips, tongue and mouth, providing just enough stimulation to maintain a full erection, not too little, not to much. This and the sight of Vanessa undressing just across the room was more than enough to raise the pollen in no uncertain way. Vanessa did not ‘do a strip’, she simply took off her clothes one by one, slowly, smoothly and matter of factly, folding each garment neatly and laying it out. The very absence of an obvious intention to excite served to increase my excitement many-fold! She undid the buttons of her white blouse one by one with great deliberateness, slipped it off her shoulders and turned to fold it neatly and lay it down on the couch behind her. As I came to realize, the room was very well endowed with mirrors so that only a slight turn of the head was needed for me to see her from several different angles. Not that the mirrors were at all necessary for me to take note of the absence of a bra! My eyes fixed on her breasts, medium size with a large areola and just a little touch of sag. As I transfixed on those delightful breasts, Vanessa occasionally paused and took advantage of the mirrors to watch her friend working my cock. And from time to time, Kerstin would pause and turn towards her partner showing off her handiwork, angling my stiff cock with a slender fingernail so Vanessa could admire it from all angles. Vanessa slipped elegantly out of her skirt and took the same care folding this and laying it out on the couch as she had with her blouse. It was no surprise to find she wore no panties, nor that her pubic hair was neatly trimmed to little more than a stripe above her mound of Venus. Stepping casually out of her shoes, Vanessa stood before me as naked as the day she was born. Her skin was milky white and there was not a line or blemish on it anywhere. She angled her body this way and that as though admiring herself and began to stroke her nipples with elegant forefingers. Again, the very nonchalance of her movements and the total absence of any overt attempt to excite was disconcertingly exciting. Finally, our eyes met. With a hint of a smile, Vanessa took the two or three steps to the center of the room and raised herself slightly on tip-toe to brush my lips with hers. As she did so, her soft breasts brushed my shoulder, and her hand stretched down to take my cock. She stroked its underside up and down several times with the flats of her fingers and followed this up with a similar motion, this time using her nails. As though reading my thoughts, Vanessa said in a slightly coquettish tone “Don’t worry, Ron. You’re not going to come. Are you now? Not for a long, long time!” It wasn’t clear whether this was a statement or a challenge! Whichever way, Vanessa knelt to take Kerstin’s place while Kerstin moved to the other end of the room to undress. Again, the absence of intent to stimulate intensified the arousal. With perfect timing, Vanessa left my cock to cool off and turned her attention to my balls and ball bag. Kerstin’s ministrations had tightened my scrotum almost to the maximum, and now came the process of release as Vanessa licked, sucked and took my scrotal skin between her teeth to relax and release the tension. Meanwhile, Kerstin was unbuttoning her dress. There were a lot of buttons, but the dress was all she had on so in no time she too was as naked as the day she was born. Another milk white body devoid of blemish, and this time devoid too of pubic hair. Her body was slighter than Vanessa’s, somewhat more boyish, with small breasts on which long nipples stood out stiffly. As Vanessa had done, Kerstin fingered her nipples, taking each of them in turn between finger and thumb with a rotating motion. Then she was at my side, and taking my hand she raised it up to her breasts, indicating implicitly what she wanted. I fondled her nipples and squeezed them gently, catching her intake of breath. Her hand was on my cock now, fingers stroking gently up and down. Vanessa rose to her feet on the other side of me and raised my other hand to her breasts. Her hand joined Kerstin’s on my cock and balls, stroking in unison. My cock was still burning and only the lightest of touch was needed to keep that intense feeling locked in. However, Vanessa’s work on my balls had allowed my cock time to gain its ‘second wind’ and, with the danger of eruption lessened, I was beginning to relax and enjoy myself. Two hands moved up and down over my cock, stroking gently, fingertips, nails. Guided by the movements of their bodies, my hands slid down flat stomachs and between parted thighs and my fingers starting to explore the hidden folds. Kerstin was already dripping wet and a few brief touches were all it took for Vanessa’s juices to begin to flow. The ladies began to kiss each other gently, then more passionately, and their hands grew less steady as they continued to manipulate my cock. Gently, I fingered juicy cunt lips and stroked up with a fingertip to massage two welcoming clits. Kerstin was clearly the more easily aroused and her breathing hinted at imminent orgasm. But the ladies had other plans. Gently, they stepped back , then led me by the hand to one of two large overstuffed chairs with lots of cushions arranged almost at right angles to each other. I settled back into one, Kerstin into the other and Vanessa knelt on a cushion at my feet. Her hand had never ceased to stroke my cock and now, holding it at the base between finger and thumb she leaned forward and enveloped its head in her mouth. Sucking gently, she moved her head up and down on my cock taking more of it into her on every stroke. Kerstin’s eyes were riveted on my cock as it moved in and out of her friend’s mouth. Her legs were splayed wide exposing the fullness of her vulva and she started seriously fingering herself. Her breathing grew heavier as her finger rotated about the opening of her cunt, then opened wide the lips and darted in. Vanessa continued working my cock with her mouth, sucking harder and massaging the base with her fingers. And just as Kerstin’s eyes were riveted on my cock, so were Vanessa’s riveted on Kerstin’s cunt which was now beginning to quiver as orgasm approached. Vanessa moved her head up now, working my cock with her hand and brandishing it from time to time for Kerstin to see. But Kerstin was beyond seeing. She was in her own world of ecstasy that is universal, but different for everyone. A huge exhalation followed by a number of sharp cries accompanied the waves of orgasm that engulfed her. Three fingers disappeared into her liquid cunt and she gripped herself as though she was trying to raise herself up by the groin. Her legs came suddenly together and finally, with one last sigh, she fell back into the chair, comatose. Miraculously, I had managed to hold back my own orgasm, perhaps taking Vanessa’s remark as a challenge, but I was so close it would only have taken a touch or two for Vesuvius to erupt! Fortunately, Vanessa had other things in mind and in no time we had swapped places and I was in a position to return the compliment. Vanessa’s cunt was very wet and tasted sweet. Although highly aroused, she was in no hurry and responded to my teasing by giving me that slight hint of a smile before lying back and ‘going with it’. I spent a lot of time teasing the bottom edges of her cunt lips and moved upwards millimeter by millimeter, using only the tip of my tongue until this was brushing the tip of Vanessa’s clitoral hood. This was my element. I knew what I was doing, and Vanessa, like so many of the other ladies I had serviced responded as I expected. What I did not expect though was grunts and sighs from stage left! Glancing over, I saw that Kerstin had recovered from her post-orgasmic stupor and was vigorously working herself with a large dildo. The dildo looked too big for her but the opening to her cunt widened as she thrust it in, then closed again as it came out. Clearly, watching me service Vanessa was as much a turn on as watching Vanessa service me. And in the end, it was touch and go, Kerstin got to her second orgasm an instant before Vanessa’s first. In the end a few gentle flicks on the tip of her clitoris took her over the top and the pair of them collapsed in mutual orgasmic spasms. You may think that this was the end of proceedings for a while. I certainly did, and I was quite proud of having managed to control myself while the ladies enjoyed their orgasms. However, far from being the end, this proved only to be the beginning. We did take a break, during which a very drinkable cognac was brought --- the ladies took champagne, but only a brief one. I had hardly had a sip of my cognac before Kerstin was kneeling at my feet and my cock was in her mouth. And if the show Vanessa had put on for Kerstin was, in terms of blow jobs, a seven, then the show Kerstin put on for Vanessa was a clear 10! She used everything she had, fingers, nails, mouth, lips, teeth. She sucked divinely gently, but also wickedly viciously. Time and time again she brought me oh so close, only to break off and move down to suck my balls. This too she did in several modes, exquisitely gently, and with painful viciousness. She had truly mastered her timing, sucking up to a level that desensitizes the cock, which allows her to suck harder and longer and go deeper, which desensitizes the cock further, and so on. Vanessa watched for a long time, sipping her champagne, and I think that was her initial intention. Just to watch. However, the ferocity of Kerstin’s working of my cock and balls and the uncontrollable jolts and jerks of my body, as though bolts of electricity were coursing through me worked on her and she began, like Kerstin before her, to stimulate herself. In no time she, no less than I, was in full cry. And such was Kerstin’s art that the first of us to go was Vanessa. She came noisily whilst fucking herself with a dildo that sprouted spikes from every angle. It looked painful, and again I was reminded of Candy’s ‘pleasure through pain’. And as Vanessa’s body was still reverberating in the aftershocks from her orgasm, Kerstin was brandishing my rigid cock in triumph. Vanessa’s remark that I would not be coming for ‘quite some time’ came to seem less a challenge than a prediction. After all, I was the hired gun. The ladies were using me to excite themselves and intensify their own release. One more sip of cognac and we were off again. This time a full-blown “69” with Kerstin on top. After a while, Vanessa joined in thrusting a dildo in and out of Kerstin’s cunt as I licked and sucked her clit. Kerstin came quickly and immediately swapped places with Vanessa, who also came quickly. And thereafter, the orgasms came with ever increasing frequency. Vanessa and Kerstin, directing in turn, and competing with each other for imagination, had me in just about every situation you could think of. Possibly the most bizarre was when Kerstin sat on my lap with my cock deep in her cunt and her body arched back while Vanessa thrust the spiked dildo in and out so that it stimulated the upper part of Kerstin’s cunt wall and her clit as well as the top side of my cock (fortunately the less sensitive side). Again, Kerstin obliged me by orgasming just before I lost control and my cock had just enough time to settle down before Kerstin was returning the compliment for Vanessa, though this time with the addition of a vibrator, which she pressed directly on Vanessa’s clit. In turn, Vanessa returned the compliment, but this time with a new variation. She had Kerstin lie on her back on the carpet with a cushion under her behind and fucked her hard for a while with the dildo before starting out with the vibrator. Then she motioned me to fuck Kerstin’s mouth, whacking my butt with a paddle when she sensed I was not thrusting deep enough. This was all very well, but with Kerstin clamping her teeth deep into my cock every time it entered her mouth --- well the spirit was willing but the flesh took its release and my cock opened up and spurted a full load down Kerstin’s throat. Kerstin gagged and struggled, but there was no escape for her. I thrust past her gag point so that my entire cock was inside her mouth right up to the hilt, and still spurting come. And the joint effect of dildo, vibrator, deep-throat and pint of come was more than enough to give Kerstin, as she later admitted, her most intense orgasm of the encounter. After this, the ladies were content to finish off the night in the bedroom in a three-way sucking ring. As you can imagine, a fitting end to a rather intense and out of the ordinary encounter! My experience with Vanessa and Kerstin confirmed what Jill had told me about women being turned on by men being turned on and as time progressed. I had several other encounters where the women preferred to “watch”. One particular lady would line up girls to service me while they masturbated, or were in turn stimulated by other girls. Since the girls were invariably attractive I confess to having enjoyed these occasions immensely to the point where it seemed quite normal and natural to be ‘team sucked’ and ‘team fucked’ mainly for the pleasure of a third party whose cunt I never got to touch, let along fuck! Again, if someone had told me five years earlier that my cock would not only be able to withstand the attention of five duos one after the other, each tasked with maintaining it at maximum length and stiffness and not allowing it to come, but would actively enjoy it on a day to day basis, I would not have believed it. Multiple girl encounters were as central to my own fantasizing as they are to many men, but fantasies are one thing, living them out another. Too Much of a Good Thing Ch. 10 Whichever way you turn the kaleidoscope, I had come a long way since that fateful day on Angel’s terrace, which I presume, though never could truly confirm, had been immortalized on whatever the current equivalent of “celuloid” is. One rule however I preserved. I was available for hire, and multiple women was fine. But I drew the line at other men. Many of the women who hired me also hired teams of men and girls to engage in a genuine orgy. This I would not do. I was quite happy to service and be serviced by as many women as my cock could accommodate. But I refused every date which would have required me to participate in group sex involving other men. I don’t know why this was, but it was a true reflection of my feelings. I really have no idea how common such feelings are. My refusal to participate with other men may have cost me an assignment or two, but when I reflect on it, this also probably increased my exclusivity and allure. At the time, this period of my life seemed elysial, but I view it now with mixed emotions. Because, as we know, all good things come to an end. And the end of this episode was as devastating as it was unexpected. As time progressed, Jill and I had settled into a routine that took into account my role as a sex-provider for other women. This she had not only agreed to, she was quite comfortable with it --- so I thought. Well this is what she said, and this is what she possibly believed. When I reflect on it, though, it probably was not quite true. I do not think Jill lied, she just deceived herself. It happened like this. I had a weekend date with a lady I had seen once before and who wanted to book me again. (I usually accepted multi-day encounters only after an initial shorter encounter). However, as we finished dinner in her hotel room, her mobile sang it’s own sweet song and she disappeared into the bathroom to take the call. When she came out she said, “I’m sorry about this, but you’ll have to go. The Club will be paid in full, of course.” Well I didn’t argue. I just took myself away and looked forward to the look on Jill’s face when I turned up with a whole weekend to spare just for her. I think I was even whistling as I entered the cottage. What greeted me, however, were other noises, sounding suspiciously like sexual grunts and cries. Possibly the maid, I thought, knowing, though, that it was not true. And sure enough the door to our bedroom was open and there in the mirror I could see them. He was coal black, his dick was humungeous and he was pounding it into her with a force and fury that would certainly not have been within my powers! And Jill? Was this rape, perhaps? Again, I knew. I knew even before she came with a force and ferocity I thought was foreign to her. She had her legs wrapped tightly around him and hung on to him, her back and buttocks raised clear of the bed as her spasms took her into territory that we two, certainly, had not explored. And it did not stop there. I stood transfixed looking into that mirror as the pounding and the grunts just went on and on as that huge cock impaled her, ground her into the bed and bounced her back up, again, again and again, until she came again, and again…… Noiselessly, as though in a trance I headed off for my room, my writing room. To pack. They emerged at lunchtime the next day. Jill, though obviously taken completely by surprise, could not suppress the radiance --- it was written in red all over her body. But pleasantries were observed. “Glad to meet you Ron!” “Glad to meet you Dave!” When we were alone she cried. She said it was the first time. I said this was not the point. She said I was a racist. I said I was not. It had nothing to do with him being black. She said I was a hypocrite. After all, how many women had I slept with in the past few months? I said it was not the same. She said I was just jealous because I could not make her come like he could. I said she was right. Then I left. =============================================================== Epilogue. What happened thereafter will be of only marginal interest so I will be brief. Some days later Candy found out where I lived --- I do not to this day know how--- and she paid me a visit. Why kill the goose, she said. I was the best male escort they had ever had. Why throw this away because a relationship breaks up? She even said she would move Jill to another campus, that I could have the cottage to myself, or share it with whomsoever I chose. Hell, after all, I wasn’t doing badly out of it, was I? And this I could not deny. My few months as a gigolo had earned me a nest egg that totally dwarfed everything twenty years hard conventional work had generated. For a few moments I was tempted by her offer. I thought of Diana. What was she doing now? How had her life evolved? She had responded well to me, whatever anyone said. I knew it. Or Susan. Where was she? Was she happy? Maybe Susan would like to settle down with me in luxury? But I knew these were all pipe dreams. What I had had with Diana was a moment in time. The same was true of Susan. A more extended moment perhaps, but a moment nevertheless. This was not what it was about. So I declined Candy’s offer. I told her I was burned out. That I was not really suited to the life of a male escort. That I had been thinking of quitting anyway. That it had nothing to do with the break-up of my relationship with Jill. It was not all lies. But this much be said. Dave’s night with Jill may have been a one-night stand for both of them. For me it was the end of my career as an escort simply because I knew that on every encounter I would ever have in the future there would always at the back of my mind be the though “She’s paying all this money, but she’d be so much better off with Dave.” I had lost a vital quality that any escort must possess --- self-belief. So my life of excess came to an end. It had given me much pleasure, much success, some heartache, great joy. I had learned a tremendous amount about the condition humaine, and in particular about how men and women relate to each other. But one thing I sensed about this way of being --- and this may apply in equal measure to other areas, possibly show-business, movies, things of that sort -- you are either on the way up or you are on the way down. Jill and Dave taught me what was in store for me if I continued. I had tasted success, and I had only smelled a whiff of failure. If you’re smart you quit while you’re ahead. I’d recommend a life of excess to anyone, but, like the stock market, you have to know when to get out. ==================================================