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Little Bird

By: Cromagnonman



This story is of a fantasy. It is not necessarily my fantasy, although I wouldn't rule that out, just as I wouldn't rule out that the situations of this story didn't happen. It is after all just a story. CM

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I heard her before I saw her, she was arguing with someone. "Get away from me you arsehole!"

"Give it to me bitch."

"No fucking way, it's mine!" I heard the sound of contact and she staggered into view from a side street before stumbling and falling to the road in front of me. 

I stooped to help her to her feet. "Are you all right?" I asked.

"No I'm not fucking all right, do I look all right to you?" She had blood pouring from her nose and a promising bruise on her cheek along with grazes to her hands and knees.

She was a tiny thing, but pretty in an oddly intense way. Her bark brown hair hung in limp unwashed strands to her shoulders. But it was her eyes that caught my attention for while the whole looked like a normal street kid, they told a different story, one of someone who was searching for something. She reminded me a lot of the pictures that I've seen of the young Edith Piaf.

"Come with me, we should get you fixed up." I led her to a bench. On closer inspection I realised that she should go to the hospital emergency room if for nothing else, a tetanus shot, and her wounds needed more attention than I could give.

"Is everything okay here?" The voice was that of one of two bicycle policewomen who were a common feature around Glenelg during the weekends when many of Adelaide's population came to this beachside suburb with its restaurant and shopping precinct.

"Not really, I found this young girl and she's been beaten and has fallen over and grazed her hands and knees. I think that she should go to hospital."

"Who beat you?"

"No-one, I stumbled and fell."

"Have you been drinking?"

"No! I'm too young to drink."

"What about drugs, have you taken any recently?"

"Look lady, just because I dress in second hand clothes and I'm skinny doesn't mean that I'm some sort of druggy. I don't do that stuff, alright. And I don't want to go to any hospital."

The policewoman turned to me. "If she doesn't want to go we can't force her, and even if she knew who beat her I don't think that she'll want to press charges. Our hands are tied."

"Look, I'll give her a feed and clean her up, that's if she'll let me, that's probably all I can do for her myself."

"Good luck with that and be careful, she'll probably take you for all she can get from you, money that is."

"I'll keep an eye on her." They got back on their mountain bikes and continued their patrol.

"What's your name?" I asked her as she stared sullenly after the police.

"Nikki. Look mister, you don't need to do this, I can look after myself."

"When was the last time you ate? I'll bet that you haven't had anything today." The look that she gave me told me that I'd won the bet. "Come on, we'll find a pub and I'll buy you a counter meal."

"What's wrong with Macca's?" She pointed to the McDonalds across the other side of the square.

"If I'm going to feed you I want it to be proper food. Firstly we should get you cleaned up a bit." I took her hand and led her across the road to a pharmacy where I bought some alcohol swabs, disinfectant and bandages. Finding a bench in the park I cleaned her grazes and wiped the blood from her face before covering her knees with bandages. Her thin dress came low enough to partially cover her leg wounds.

There were a couple of hotels on the square and I chose the less trendy for our meal. "What would you like?" I asked, pointing to the menu board behind the servery. 

"What are you having?" She asked.

"I'm having the salt and pepper squid with chips (fries) and salad."

"I'll have the same," she looked at me, "thank you." 

I ordered the meals and a glass of the house Riesling and a lemon squash for her.

"Can I have a wine like you?"

"I thought you didn't drink."

"That's what I told the coppers."

"How old are you?" I had put her age at no more than 17.

"I'm nineteen." She caught my look of disbelief. "Look if you're worried about it I'll drink your fucking squash, alright?"

"Two Rieslings." I amended the order. 

She took a sip of her wine while we sat at a table in the front bar and waited for our meals. "This isn't half bad for cheap wine."

"Oh so you're a wine connoisseur now, are you?"

"This isn't the first time I've tasted wine I'll have you know."

Our meals arrived and we ate in silence for a while. "You know my name, what's yours?"

"Mark, Mark Jeffreys."

"And what do you do with yourself when you're not picking up stray young girls?"

"I'm in the Army, but I'm on leave just now."

"How long are you on leave for?"

"I don't know, I might not even get to go back. Before you ask I suppose that I should tell you that I came back from Afghanistan six or seven months ago, my unit was ambushed and my mate next to me was shot in the head. I tried to save him but I copped a couple of hits myself. They sent me to a military hospital in Germany and then shipped me home when I'd recovered from my wounds. I hadn't recovered from seeing my best mate killed next to me."

"I'm sorry." She looked at me for a while. She was trying to think of something appropriate to say to me but gave up.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"Here and there, I usually crash in a squat in Adelaide."

"Is that where your friend lives?"

"Sometimes, sometimes he's shagging some tart and doesn't come home."

"Sounds like a nice bloke." She gave me a sharp look but said nothing. "When we've finished our meal I think we should go down the road to the Op Shop and find you something to wear, that dress's got blood on it and it's torn."

"I don't have any money."

"That's all right, I'll pay."

Nikki was like a little kid, sorting through the racks of clothes and pulling things out and holding them in front of her for my inspection. She eventually settled for a floral dress to replace her old one and, on my insistence, a pair of jeans and a top, along with a pair of sneakers. The whole lot cost me $20, but to her it might just as well have been $200. She was happy with her purchases and when the assistant asked if she wanted her to dispose of the old dress she thank her politely.

"Where are you going to stay tonight? I don't think that you should go back to the squat if your friend's going to be there, for starters you'll have to explain the new clothes."

"I've got nowhere else to stay."

"You could always stay with me, I've got a spare room." She looked at me as if she was trying to assess whether she would be safe with me.

"No, I couldn't, you've done too much for me already."

"It's nothing. Look I'd be glad of the company, even just having someone in the same room while I'm watching TV is better than what I have at the moment."

"I hope you don't want me to fuck you."

"No! I don't want anything from you." 

She saw the hurt expression on my face. "I'm sorry, it's just that any time my friend gives me something he expects me to fuck him. I guess you're not like him. You're not a poof are you?"

"No, I'm not one of those. I used to have a wife, Claire, but she couldn't handle my nightmares and my jumping every time there was a loud noise. We were out shopping in the supermarket one day when someone dropped something, I threw her to the ground and lay on top of her. She left just after that, and I haven't seen her since." 

We had reached my car. "Are you coming home with me or would you like me to drop you somewhere?"

"I'll come with you."

We drove in silence until we reached my home, a small house in a quiet street. I parked in the driveway and unlocked the front door. "You're not the best housekeeper are you?" She asked, surveying my clean but untidy room. I had a pile of vinyl albums on the floor that I was slowly converting to CDs. This has been my escape from the reality of my present life. I have , since I was a teenager, trawled through garage sales and second hand shops collecting vinyl, especially boxed sets, that were in good condition. I have played them rarely, not wanting to damage them but not long after my last stint in hospital I managed to find a turntable that I could hook up to my computer that came with a programme that allowed me clean up the tracks of all the snap crackle and pops, and then digitally re-master the them onto a CD. I calculate that if I do one album a day it will take me a year and a half to complete the task.

"If you want to take a shower the bathroom is down here." I said, leading the way. "I'll get you a towel. You room is this one." I opened the door and showed her the bedroom with its single bed, wardrobe and dressing table. I went to the linen press and handed her a towel and she went into the bathroom. I heard the shower hiss into life so I left her to it and returned to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee.

Some time later she emerged with the dress on and did a pirouette for me, holding the hem so that it didn't rise up too much. "Would you like a cup of tea or coffee, or maybe something else?"

"Nah, I'm fine for now thanks."

"What would you like for dinner, I can cook us up something, or we could go out somewhere?"

"I think I'd like to stay here tonight." She sat at the table across from me and looked at me for a minute or two. "Do you miss your wife?"

"Probably more than she misses me."

"Do you still love her?"

"I don't know. After I came home I got the feeling that she wasn't in love with me and that there might have been someone else in her life, which would explain why she didn't stick around when I had my relapse."

"Maybe she just couldn't handle you hurting, she didn't know what to do to help so she gave up on you."

"You're quite the little philosopher aren't you?"

"You could say that I've experienced a lot of life in a short time."

"How long ago did you leave home?"

"I left a couple of years ago. It was the usual story, my parents split up and my mother re-married not long after to a bastard, who tried to fuck me one day while she was out shopping, so I pissed off. I went to find my father but he had disappeared. I heard that he was working on one of the mine sites somewhere, but no-one could tell me where. I stayed at a shelter for a while until I met Brett, we've lived rough since then. He was full of shit, told me of his great plans for the future, but he had no idea how he was going to get there. He wanted me to turn tricks for him. We fought over some money that I'd managed to beg from a guy when he hit me and you picked me up."

"We've had a rough trot haven't we?"

"You could say that." She looked at me for a while. "Remember when I said earlier that I hoped that you didn't want to fuck me?"

"How could I forget?"

"Well I was thinking that if you asked me nicely I just might let you."

"Let's not go down that path. I'm much too old for you, here I am thirty-five years old and you, well you said that you were nineteen but you don't look a day over fifteen. Let's face it, not only isn't it right, it just doesn't feel right."

"I'll bet that it's because you think I might have some disease or something? Well I'm clean, I don't fuck around with just anyone."

"I never even thought that you would. That has nothing to do with it. My neighbours are all old people who are very set in their ways. While we mightn't see them you can be sure that they see us, and if they see you and me together here they will think that I'm some sort of dirty old pervert and report me to the police."

We said no more about it and Nikki sat on the floor with me while I did my thing with an album. After I'd burned the CD I played it through my surround sound system. She sat there with her eyes closed as the digitally re-mastered tracks played. After it had finished she picked up the album cover and read it. "Wow! That was really great, I've never heard Fleetwood Mac before, they're good."

"They were good. I'd better get us something to eat, I can't have you starving to death."

"Can I help?"

"Can you cook?"

"No, but I'd still like to help you."

I was beginning to like this girl, she may not have known much about cooking but she made up for that with her enthusiasm. I taught her the safe way to use a knife and she was soon slicing vegetables like a celebrity chef. She didn't even complain when slicing the onion. I kept the meal simple, a couple of steaks cooked in a griddle pan with a tossed salad. Nikki got the plates and cutlery out and set the table while I used some port to deglaze the pan and make the sauce for the steak. 

"What the hell." I said as I got a bottle of red wine from my wine rack and opened it. I poured each of us a glass of Shiraz and we sat down and attacked the food.

"This is nice." Nikki said as she sipped the wine. "I could get used to this."

"I'm glad that you like it, it's my favourite wine and goes really well with steak." We chatted during the meal and after as we cleared up and washed the dishes. She seemed to have settled in and it left me wondering what I was going to do with her. On one hand I was still unsure of whether I would allow her to stay with me, while on the other hand I didn't want her to leave, nor did I know how I was going to tell her that she had to leave when the time came.

We watched TV for a while and around ten o'clock I felt that it was time for me to go to bed. I had a shower and she took herself off to bed while I was in the bathroom. I knocked on her door. "Good night Nikki, I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night Mark, and thank you for everything."

What should have been a good night's sleep turned out to be anything but. I don't know what time it was but I was in that stage between sleep and awake when it happened. It was my constant enemy this nightmare that I've had ever since my mate got shot. The shout was 'Incoming!" as an RPG round headed our way. We ducked for shelter in a roadside ditch but Gary copped a bad one and became exposed to the enemy. I crawled to him and covered him with my body to protect him until the Medics arrived. There were bullets all around us, some passing overhead, others to either side but a couple hit me and that was the last that I knew until I woke back at base in the First Aid station. "How's Gary?" I asked. "He didn't make it I was told.

That was my usual nightmare, but tonight there was someone to hear me yell out 'Incoming!' before I threw myself to the floor and scrambled under my bed.

"Mark, where are you?" Nikki called as she came through the door. She heard me under the bed and crawled under it with me and put her arms around me. "It's all right Mark, you are safe, they can't get you here." She held me close and I put my arms around her. It was then that I realised that she had no clothes on, and her breasts were pressing in to me through my tee shirt. When I stopped shaking she took my hand and placed it on one of her breasts and I could feel her rubbery nipple. I went to withdraw my hand but she held it to her. "Leave it there Mark, just relax and everything will be okay, I'm here."

I don't know how long we were there before she kissed me, but it wasn't much after that that I kissed her. That was about the time that I realised just how much I missed the companionship of a woman, even though Nikki was yet to reach womanhood, it didn't diminish the feeling that something was missing in my life.

"Come on, let's get you back into bed."

She crawled out from under the bed and held her hand out to me. The significance of this gesture wasn't lost on me, she was pulling me into her life. I didn't say anything when she climbed into bed with me and hugged me to her. "It's okay, I'm here for you, just hold me until you go back to sleep."

I was certain that Nikki was in bed with me last night but she wasn't there this morning and I had the beginnings of a panic attack, but then she came into the room looking bright and cheerful. The sun shone through the window as she opened the curtains and, from her silhouette I was almost certain that she wore no underwear. "I don't suppose that your wife left any knickers behind did she?" Now I was certain.

"No, I'm afraid that you're out of luck on that score, we'll have to go shopping for some."

"No rush, it's not as if we're going out anywhere special and if necessary I can wear my jeans commando. In the mean time it feels so free without any."

"Are you sure that you can trust me not to be tempted?" Nikki came to me and slipped her dress over her head as she came. Her body was so slim, her breasts were almost tiny and she looked so very young. "Oh my god, you are beautiful."

"Ssh, don't say anything." Her hand had slipped under the waist band of my shorts and found my cock and was stroking it. "Lift your bum." I lifted it and she pulled my shorts down far enough that she could straddle me and feed my cock into her soft and moist pussy. I got the impression that this wasn't the first time that she'd done this, but I was now beyond caring about her past life. My hips began to move with her and she was making these little noises as she lifted herself up and down on him. "Oh god, I'm coming." She came, as did I.

"Nikki, what am I going to do, what are we going to do? I don't think that it's right what we've just done, but somehow it felt so right. I don't know whether it was just me missing a woman in my life or whether I really like you and want to see where this takes us. I'm so confused. I don't want you to do this because you feel sorry for me and yet I want you to do this so much. I know this sounds stupid, me asking a young girl, but will you help me?"

"I can understand that you're confused, I have a habit of confusing people so let's take this a day at a time, and yes, I will help you, and while we're at it, you can help me. I want so much from life and, because of some bad choices I've made, I've almost lost all hope of finding what I'm looking for."

The more that I knew of Nikki that more that I was convinced that she was an intelligent young girl, probably from a good home, who had rebelled against the authority of her parents and, to shock them, took a path so far removed from her previous life. Did her parents miss her, or was the situation as she had told me? Was this a complication in my life that I needed right now?

"Stop thinking about it and let's just do whatever we feel like, okay? Right now I'm going to wander around this house with no clothes on just because I feel like it." She headed for the kitchen. "Breakfast will be in five." She said over her shoulder.

I wandered into the kitchen in just my shorts, I hadn't had the courage to be totally naked.

"Now I'm disappointed, here I am trying to be sexy for you and you come in wearing those horrible old shorts." I wasn't wearing them for much longer, she walked over and grabbed them, pulling them to the floor. "Now doesn't that feel so much better, he's free to hang there or to stand up, as the mood takes him." His mood took him onwards and upwards and breakfast had to wait.

My life changed, and it wasn't just the voyeuristic pleasure of seeing this young girl (I still couldn't believe that she was nineteen, but had taken her word for it) walking about with her small breasts with their hard nipples and her sparse pubic bush, as if she had not a care in the world, and in the process she was making me forget my cares and start to think about what might be. I sat on the carpet watching the computer screen as another album was loaded onto it ready for the process of cleaning and re-mastering before burning to a CD. Nikki sat down and scrambled between my legs and leaned back against me. "Hold me." She took my hands and wrapped herself in my arms. "Mmmm, that feels so nice." My hands moved to her breasts and fingers to her nipples. She grabbed my cock and raised it up between us and squirmed back so my erection was trapped between us. "You should feel my pussy, it's so wet." She took a hand and placed it between her legs, she was right. "Mark."


Little Bird



"Yes Nikki?"

"Will you make love to me as if you are really and truly in love with me?"

"I'll try."

"Don't try, just let it happen, just imagine that you are in love with me and let it happen." She tilted her head to one side in an invitation for me to kiss her neck, her soft, and smooth skinned, young neck.

I lay back on the floor and she followed me, rolling off me and stretching out beside me. I kissed her face, her eyes and lips, her mouth that opened so that my tongue could caress hers. When I got to her breasts the nipples were so puffy that they looked twice as big as normal, so of course I kissed them, gently and lovingly, caressing the tips with my tongue. "Oh god that feels so good." She whispered from above my head. She held my head as I worked my way down her body and when I reached her pussy her hips thrust up as my tongue pushed deep inside her. 

She came twice before I eased myself between her legs and pushed my hard as a rock cock deep into her more than ready pussy. "Oh G-o-o-o-o-d almighty, that feels so good." She tightened her pussy on him as he moved at a steady pace. Every time I pushed deep inside her I could feel more pussy cream squeezing out and oozing down over my balls, I have never had sex this intense before, whether it was experience or instinct on her part I didn't know and I didn't care. This was good, but all good things have to come to an end, or in my case, end in a come. As I felt myself letting go and pumping my come into her she let out a scream and squirted all over my balls.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry, I've never done that before, there's going to be a hell of a mess to clean up."

"That can wait until we get our breath back. How did I do? Do I love you?"

"I would have to say yes to that, I've never had it as good as that before." She bent down and cleaned us from my cock, so I returned the favour, licking my cum from her pussy, a first for me. There was something different about the way that we made love, different from my lovemaking with Claire. With her it was as if she was doing me a favour by allowing me access to her body, she was never really an active participant in the process. With Nikki, she and I were the whole process, it revolved around us and it involved us, there were no faked orgasms, every shudder of her body, every sound that came from her mouth had a spontaneity about it that could not be faked.

Just as natural as our lovemaking was our feeling comfortable in our own bodies, and with each other's body. We made no effort to hide from each other, choosing instead to be open in our nakedness in the privacy of our home, even when doing the mundane, like housework. Our lovemaking knew no time constraints, whenever we felt like it, which was often, we made love and each time was different, and better. I was living a dream, and in the process my nightmares were becoming fewer. This could have had something with Nikki being by my side, snuggled against me, protecting me, and me protecting her from her past.

Nikki had been with me for over four months when it happened, the knock on my door. I scrambled into a pair of shorts while Nikki ran to her room, the one that she didn't use any more. There were two policemen standing on my front porch. "Mister Mark Jeffreys?"

"Yes, how can I help you?"

"Do you mind if we come in?" I stood aside to let them in. "Mister Jeffreys, a neighbour of yours contacted us and informed us that you had a young girl staying with you, a very young girl. Is this correct?"

"Yes, I have a girl staying with me, she's my Carer, is that a problem?"

"It is if she's as young as we've been led to believe, plus the fact that your neighbour has told us that when this girl was hanging out the washing yesterday she wasn't wearing any panties." Nikki had been wearing her dress and when she reached up to peg the washing on the line her dress rose up high enough to reveal the lack of panties. I'd noticed that and she promised to be more careful in future. "Do you think that we could have a word with her?"

"Certainly, I'll go and get her." I walked to her room to find her dressed in jeans and a tee shirt, we couldn't do much about her nipples showing through the material. "Nikki, the police would like a word with you." I led her back into the living room.

"Can I help you?" She asked them.

"We have had a complaint from a neighbour about an under aged girl living here. Can you tell me, how old are you?"

"I'm nineteen."

"You have proof of that?"

"Not with me, no I don't."

"No form of identification that can verify your age?"

"No, I'm sorry I have nothing on me, all of my stuff is where I was living before Mark helped me out and asked if I could be his Carer."

"I have a problem, you certainly do not look to be nineteen. Tell us, what is your full name, and don't think of giving us a false name because we will be checking it out and if you do you will be in big trouble."

"My name is Nikki Palmer."

"Nikki, is that short for Nicolle?"

"No, it's short for Nicollette."

"What is your date of birth?"

"27th of February 1993. I was born here in Adelaide. I suppose that now you want to know where my parents live?"

"That would be helpful."

"My mother lives at Leabrook and my father, the last I heard, lives at Roxby Downs, he works at Olympic Dam."

"So they're not married to each other?"

"No, I don't know about my father but my mother is married to this arsehole which is why I don't live there anymore."

"Was there a problem there?"

"You could say that, yes. He tried to fuck me so I left, I've been living rough for the past two years until recently when I met Mark. Now I live here and look after him, we look after each other. Mark is one of your real live war heroes and he's paid a high price for his heroism. He is suffering from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), and I'm helping him to cope with it seeing as how his wife gave up on him."

"You must appreciate that we have to follow through on this complaint. I'm going to ask you to accompany us to the station while we check this out."

"Can Mark come with me?"

"No, just you for now, if we need to speak to him we know where he is."

"But I don't want to leave him here on his own. Anything that upsets his routine can trigger a relapse."

"If everything checks out you'll be back in no time."

"It's all right Nikki, I can manage."

She walked to me and kissed me. "Don't worry Darling, I won't be any longer than necessary." She turned to the policemen. "Okay, let's get this bullshit over and done with."

They left, and as they left there was a deputation of nosey neighbours lined up outside the next door property. They all went inside the house with a smug look on their faces that said to anyone who might have witnessed the scene that they had done their duty and saved a young girl from the clutches of a pervert.

I could feel a panic attack coming on and rang the Psychologist that was handling my case. He came straight away and sat with me while I told him the whole story of Nikki and my relationship with her, of how we met and our lives since she moved in with me. "She's the best thing that has happened to me, ever. She has pretty much taken my mind off Afghanistan and what happened, I have very few nightmares these days and she knows exactly what to do when I have one. She is brilliant and I don't want to lose her."

"My concern is for you, if she can't come back to you we'll have to find someone else."

"She'll have to come back because there is no-one else that can do what she does for me."

"Okay, let's go through this. Your neighbours contacted the police because they believed that she is under the legal age to be living with you?"

"Yes. Nikki told me that she was nineteen and I believe her even though, in all fairness to my nosey neighbours, she does look younger."

"Now I'm going to have to ask, are you having sex with her?"

"No, we are lovers, we make love to each other, amazing love, but it's not sex, there is a difference."

"Be that as it may, if she's not of legal age you are in deep trouble, you realise that, don't you?"

"Yes, I'm aware of that, but I'm not worried about it. My main concern is that her mother will demand that she return home and live with her."

"I guess that all you can do is wait and see what will happen."

"Can you wait with me, I don't want to be alone while this is still up in the air like this."

"Of course, the last thing I want is for you to have a relapse."

I made coffee for us and we waited. An hour later a cab pulled up out front and Nikki got out with a large wheelie bag. I had the front door open for her and grabbed the bag from her as she came in, at least that was my intention but her kiss stopped me. "Those fucking bastards, they swabbed my pussy to see if we'd been having sex even before they checked my age. They were certain that I was only fifteen and that you were some sort of pervert." She caught sight of Scott standing by the sofa. "Who's he?"

"This is Scott, my Psychologist. Scott this is Nikki."

"I'm pleased to meet you Nikki." He held out his hand to her. "Mark has told me so much about you, and I have to admit that you've done a great job with him, much more than I can as a part-time Psychologist, he is not my only patient so I can't devote the time that you're able to."

"Mark helped me when I needed it, I'm just repaying the favour."

"So that fact that you're in love with him has nothing to do with it?"

"The fact that I am in love with him has everything to do with it. He needs me, we need each other."

"I noticed that you brought a case with you, Am I to understand that your mother doesn't want you to go back and live with her?" I asked her.

"She couldn't have been happier to see the back of me, so I grabbed as much of my clothes as I could jam into the bag and left her there. At least now I've got knickers to wear when I'm hanging out the washing."

"So the police are satisfied that you're really nineteen years old?"

"Yes, they're satisfied, not happy about it, but they can't do a thing about it. I'm free to stay here with you." To emphasise the point she kissed me again, leaving Scott in no doubt as to our love for each other.

"What I am going to do, if it's alright with you two, is to go and speak to your neighbours and tell them that not only are the police satisfied that you are nineteen years old, but that they have disrupted Mark's recovery from PTSD, and placed a strain on him that will take some considerable for him to get over. I'll lay it on really thick, but before I go, Nikki, how would you like to get paid for looking after Mark?"

"What, how? I don't want to be paid, I'd do it for nothing."

"When I put in my report of today's drama I will stress the fact that you have made a huge difference to Mark's recovery and your efforts will have significantly shortened that recovery, thereby saving the tax payer a lot of money, money that should go to you."

"Like I said, I don't want the money but if it's offered to me I won't say no."

"I'll see what I can do, you two look after each other now, won't you."

"We will, and thank you for coming so quickly." I said to him.

"No problem, in fact you did me a favour, it got me out of a boring policy briefing."

"Thank God for that, now I can get out of these fucking clothes." Nikki wasted no time in taking off her jeans and tee shirt, and pulling down my shorts. "I was so worried about you, the look on your face told me that you were going to have a rough time of it. I was glad that you had someone to call." She had my cock in her hand and was kissing its tip.

"Please, stand up for a minute." She got to her feet. "Nikki, my Darling, I was so very worried that you would be taken from me. I never doubted that you were nineteen for one minute, I trusted you when you told me how old you are, but we're always going to have people questioning your age. I think that we need to get you ID that will prove your age. Did you find any at your mother's place?"

"No."

"Well then we need to apply for your Birth Certificate and from that we can get you other ID like a Drivers Licence. Come to think of it that would be a good idea, we might need you to be able to drive in the future."

"We'll do that as soon as we've made love, I want to reassure you that I love you and for you to tell me how much you love me. I need this now." 

What could I say? I have never needed anyone more than I needed her now and the way that she clung to me as if she would never let me go affirmed her need for me.

We cleaned up and put on clothes, she did a quick pirouette to show me that she was wearing knickers and we left to apply for her Birth Certificate. It took ages to plough through the red tape and place the order. We would have to wait for them to process the application and then post it to us before we could move on and apply for her Learners Licence.

We called into the shopping mall on the way home to pick up some groceries and it was close to dinner time when we let ourselves into the house.

After dinner we sat on the sofa pretending to watch some rubbish on TV but in reality we were kissing and fondling each other. Nikki had her head on my chest. "Mark, will you get a divorce?"

"I'm thinking about it, I'll go to see a solicitor tomorrow and get the ball rolling."

"I'm coming too, it's not that I don't trust you or anything like that, but it's a major step for you and I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I know you don't and that's one of the thousands of reasons that I love you so very much." I carried her to our bedroom and lay her on the bed. She held her arms up to receive me and I went to her willingly, kissing her softly on the lips and whispering to her that I loved her. She whispered her love for me and began to stroke my cock. Our love making was sublime, it was long but not drawn out, we lost all sense of time and the number of orgasms, one seemed to blend with the next, even for me. It might not have been rock hard all of the time, but it was hard enough to stay inside her and lead her to another orgasm. Eventually exhaustion took hold and we drifted off to a contented and carefree sleep.

There was an almighty crash at the front door and a voice yelled out. "Come on out you fucking slut! I know you're in there fucking that old pervert! Come on out before I kick the fucking door down!"

"Oh fuck, it's Brett, how the hell did he find me?"

Normally at a time like this I would have been under the bed shaking like a jibbering fool, but not tonight. "Stay here, get under the bed and stay there until I come to get you, understand."

"Don't do anything stupid, please."

"No wuckin' furries." I dragged on a pair of shorts and went to the door. "Can I help you?" I asked in my softest, gayest, voice.

"Where the fuck is she?"

"To whom do you refer?" I asked, simpering.

"Nikki you fucking poofter, that's who. Where is she?" He made to push past me but didn't quite make it, four years of SAS training kicked in and he was face down on the floor with me kneeling on the small of his back and twisting his arm as far as I could up his back with the elbow locked and all the strain on his shoulder that was in danger of popping out. 

All it would take was a little encouragement on his part for me to twist it that little bit further. I heard a noise behind me and the lights went out.

"He's taken a solid hit on the head and his ribs have taken a pounding, it'll be a while before you can get any sense out of him I'm afraid." I opened my eyes to look at an Ambulance Paramedic. "He's conscious at last, let's get him into the hospital."

I felt the stretcher being wheeled down a brightly lit corridor. "Is Nikki okay?" I asked the doctor that came to me.

"Nikki, who is that?"

"My Carer, she was staying with me. Actually she's my girlfriend, I hope that nothing has happened to her."

"Don't know mate, there was no-one else in the house when we got there."

"Police, I need to speak to the police and fast."

"I'll see if they're still around the place, but that will have to wait until after I've checked you out."

"Don't worry about me, if Nikki wasn't in the house she's in danger."

He sent an orderly to see if the police that brought me in were still somewhere in the hospital.

The doctor poked and prodded and made notes on a chart, I was sent to X-ray to check if anything was broken and to MRI to check out my brain. It was much later that I was wheeled into Intensive Care and plugged into the monitors. Feelings of Déjà Vu came flooding back and they weren't good feelings. I was in for a rough time of it and I knew it. I hoped that Nikki was okay and that we'd be together again soon.

"Someone's given you a bit of a going over Mister Jeffreys." The voice was familiar, it was one of the cops from this morning.

"Where's Nikki? I want to see her."

"We don't know, there was no-one in the house by the time that we got there, which wasn't long after the melee started. Your neighbours called us as soon as they heard the yelling from outside your house. They saw the two men that attacked you, although they said that one of them looked a little worse for wear, he was holding his shoulder. They took down the make and Rego number of the car that the guys were in but we've drawn a blank on that, the plates had been reported stolen over a month ago."

"Did they see Nikki?"

"No, they didn't say anything about seeing her, in fact the woman said that she hoped Nikki was okay. When I queried her change of heart she told us that your Psychologist had been to see them and put them straight about you and Nikki."

"Do you think someone could go over there and check to see if she's still there?"

"I'll see to it." He left.

The doctor came back in with a thick file in his hands. "You have been in the wars, haven't you? Shot up and spent time in a military hospital before being repatriated back home. You've had a spell in the Psych Ward followed by being under the care of a Psychologist for PTSD. I think we should do our best for you, you've suffered enough."

"Can you contact my Psychologist and tell him where I am, and that Nikki is missing. I'm going to need one or both of them."

It was a hell of a night, I was drugged up with something that was supposed to help me sleep but in the early hours of the morning the nurses found me screaming and trying to get under the bed. It was goodnight for me until close to noon, and even then I was off with the fairies somewhere, or was it the angels, was I in Heaven? Why was the angel crying? Why was she trying to squeeze me to death? She was a beautiful angel, just as I imagined them to be, but she wasn't behaving like one and why did she move away when the nurses came in followed by the doctor who'd had his lunch disturbed.

"Well Mister Jeffreys, you seemed to have made a small recovery from your trauma. I think that we can ease back a little on your anti-psychotic medication and see how we go. The good news is that your psychologist is coming in to see you, he should be here in an hour or so. It will be his decision on when you will be able to leave here, your physical wounds aren't life threatening so it's just a matter of whether you're mentally ready to leave us."

"Can the angel stay with me?"

"Angel, what angel are you talking about?"

"The one that was here just before you got here." The doctor looked at the nurses who all shrugged their shoulders not knowing what I was talking about. He wrote something on my file before he left.

I sank deeper into my depression for a while, wondering if I was crazy or if I did see Nikki beside me and feel her with me, but then I decided that I needed to get better so that I could actually be there for her.




Little Bird



Visiting time brought an unexpected visitor, Claire. "I came as soon as I could after the police contacted me, I'm still listed as your next of kin."

"Sorry about that, I just never got around to changing, I didn't have anyone to change it to."

"What about the girl that's living with you, I hear that she describes herself as your girlfriend?"

"Well yes I suppose I could list her, if I ever find her again that is."

"I suppose that she's run out on you has she?"

"No, it's just that . . . . oh what the hell, you wouldn't understand."

One of the policemen came in followed by an orderly with a wheelchair. "We need you to come with us down to Accident and Emergency."

"Why, what's wrong?"

"You'll see." I was helped into the chair and wheeled out of the Intensive Care Unit and down to A&E. Here I was pushed into a cubicle in which the battered body of my Nikki laid, her breath rasping out of her throat.

"She's in a bad way isn't she?"

"You could say that, yes."

"What happened to her?"

"It would seem that she tried to hide from Brett and his mate. She waited until after we'd left before she came out of her hiding place, I've seen where she hid and I don't know how she could have squeezed into a place so tiny. It would appear that Brett wasn't about to let her get away from him again and was waiting just around the corner. We weren't looking for him to be so close to your place so we missed him. Brett grabbed her as she was heading to the hospital to be with you."

"How did you find her?"

"The make and Rego of the car wasn't going to be of use to us unless the car was actually spotted, which it was by an unmarked police car that followed it to where he was staying. We raided the house and found her tied up and in this condition. Her first words were to ask about you, she must really love you."

"What time was that?"

"It was around ten this morning, why?"

"That was the time that I saw and felt an angel that looked exactly like Nikki, she was telling me that she was still alive and thinking of me. Do you think that I could spend some time here with her?"

"I'll ask her doctor. By the way, I guess that you're wondering how Brett knew where she was? Well her mother told him, he went to see her to find if she knew where Nikki was and she told him."

The doctor arrived from treating another patient. "Who are you and what is your connection to this patient?"

"My name is Mark Jeffreys and I'm her boyfriend." His eyebrow shot up at that bit of news but he said nothing. "How is she?"

"Not good, she's been savagely beaten but she must have put up some fight going by the amount of skin under her finger nails. It looks as if she's been kicked in the stomach and ribs, her kidneys are bruised as is her spleen, and I'm afraid that she has lost her baby." He saw the blank look on my face. "I'm sorry, didn't she tell you that she was pregnant? It was very early stages, of her pregnancy, she was still in her first trimester. It is a strong possibility that she will suffer no after effects of this miscarriage, unfortunately I can't say the same for rest of her body, and it will be a slow recovery."

"It doesn't matter how long it takes, I'm up for it."

Just then Scott was led in. "How are you going Mark?"

"I was coping until I was brought here. It's Nikki and she's in a bad way, she has taken a bigger pounding than me, and Scott, she was pregnant and has lost the baby?"

"How do you feel about that?" 

I knew that he had to ask the question but it didn't make it any easier to answer. "I'm angry as hell, I could go out and kill that bastard that did this to her." I stopped there and thought for a while. "But that will not do me or Nikki any good, so I'm going to channel that anger into helping Nikki get over this. I've got to be strong for her. It's what we are taught in the Army, to look out for our mates and she's the best mate I've ever had. I will look after her, no matter how long it takes. As far as I'm concerned I do not exist without her, so I have to make sure that she gets better. I can do this."

"I know that you can do it, I have faith in you not to let me or Nikki down."

Nikki came out of hospital six weeks later, she was still a little sore but looked the same beautiful girl that I fell in love with. The neighbours all gathered around us and helped us so much, we are now a part of the street family. 

Brett copped a five year goal term for his efforts, and his mate, who was still a minor ended up in the juvenile detention centre where he'll probably pick up a lot of skills useful for his future career in crime.

Nikki's mother wasn't charged with any crime for her part in this, but she claimed she did it because she was angry with Nikki for alleging that her husband had tried to force himself on her. The marriage never recovered from the strain that put on it.

Nikki wants a baby as soon as we can manage it, which won't be long now that we're making love again, lots of making love, unprotected making love. That should do it I think. I also think that I'm going to enjoy being a father. I've got to go now, this angel just walked past, the same angel that I saw in hospital, only now she has no clothes on.



Little Bird Sings



"You will wear the blue skirt!" she tells me, reaching to pull it out of the closet.

I am already wearing the corset; black satin, laced, long suspenders linked on to sheer black stockings. Fishnet, she says, is tacky. Personally I think the whole suspenders-and-stockings thing is tacky, and much prefer bare flesh, but then, it's not for me to decide.

I am feeling smooth and soft and sleek. She personally shaved me, earlier, a hair-raising (hah-hah!) experience as it always is, to let someone else loose with a razor around your most vulnerable bits. I had lain, legs akimbo and surrendered, as she had gently soaped and scraped, the sharpness against my skin as erotic as the submission. She had then anointed me with frangipani body butter, deliberately lingering, making it a sweet torment in itself. 

Now she pulls the little skirt around my waist, snagging the Velcro fastening and standing back to admire the ensemble. Hmmm...she smooths her hands over my nipples and then naughtily darts in to give one a little nip with her small, white teeth. We laugh. She strokes my face. "My little slut!" she says lovingly. And we kiss. I easily fit into her lush body, head back, throat stretched, straining up to her greater height. I dare to slip my hands around to caress her generous bottom. She scolds me – "NO!" - and steps away, swatting at my hands.

She pulls me over to the chair in front of the dressing table and I sit down. She always likes to do my party makeup; she's better at it than me. She smooths on foundation, blusher, a little mascara, smoky eyeshadow, and eyeliner – nothing too burlesque – and finishes it all off with a lovely warm red lipstick, lining the lips first, painting them in with the tiny lip brush, blotting, painting again. "It's smudge-resistant" she says with satisfaction, before expertly slicking some onto her own lips. 

She is already dressed and made up. My Honey, my Darling; she's a big, strapping Saxon of a woman, six foot one in her bare feet, broad of shoulder, big of bosom, slender of waist and generous of hip. Her gold-blonde hair, usually snared in plaits, is tonight loose and wavy and falling halfway down her back. She is wearing the most heavenly little dress – a copper-coloured little wrap that ends just below that gorgeous bottom of hers – and a pair of caramel-coloured stay-ups. Nothing else. Her face is beautifully made up to a glow - a honey-beige foundation and light sheen of tawny blusher, coppery eyeshadow that complements her warm blue eyes. And lipstick – our lipstick. Yum. I want some of her, but I know I have to earn her. 

Now she pulls our shoes out of the closet – hers copper kitten heels and mine black patent stilettos. We sit side by side on the bed to pull them on, and then stand up and loop our arms around each other as we admire ourselves in the mirror. What a pair we are – she a golden goddess, tall and tawny and magnificent, me tiny and dark with short black spiky hair. I fit in easily under her arm.

Time to go. We clippety-clop to the front door and pause for a moment as she slips on the last, vital piece of my outfit – the wide, black satin slave band that cinches around my wrist. It marks me as a subordinate, or sub. She is the dominant, the Dom (note the capital "D"!); her bare wrists say it loud and clear. Tonight I will do as she requires. If I do well, I will be rewarded, if I don't, I will spend the night where 'bad slave' always spends the night – on a blanket on the hard floor beside the bed. 

She drives to the party – I can't in my high heels. We park a bit down the road – we've been doing this for a couple of years now, but we are still a bit shy of making ourselves too identifiable to our playmates so we feel a bit protective of number plates, last names, day jobs, and so on. Out of the car, we smooth our coats over our skirts and check each other's lipstick in the late evening light. We take deep breaths and grin at each other before consciously adopting our party personae. She leads the way, striding forth in all her golden glory, whilst I dutifully trot behind, feeling a bit undignified as I have to do one-and-a-half bird steps to each of her leggy strides. We arrive at the front door and ahem and shuffle a bit, doing a quick last check before she rings the bell. 

The guy who answers the door is a stereotypical hunk; shirtless, wearing rather obvious black satin short-shorts outlining what can't possibly be a mother-nature cock, he has tanned and hairless designer abs and a chiselled Dan Dare jaw. I suppress a quick stab of jealousy as my Honey gives him the once-over. I'm not that into cock; she is. I imagine she's mentally putting him on the sex-party equivalent of her dance card. 

He graciously takes our coats, and I see him giving me the once-over, his eyes stalling on my rounded bottom which is pushing out the back of my skirt. He glances at her for permission; she gives him a curt little nod. His hand slides under my skirt and his fingers probe slightly into my bottom cleavage. "Mmm!" he says, the fingers of his other hand glancing over my nipple.

We move through into the 'reception room'; big, open, a few chairs scattered about. Warmish coloured walls and gentle lighting, trays of drinks and a table full of light nibbles; as the night goes on we will need them to keep up our stamina. There are about eight or nine people there already; as a sub, I keep my eyes down though; it's not my place to make too much eye contact. I just have to keep an eye on my Honey and follow her cues. 

Greetings and air kisses between the Doms; then laughter as they admire each other's subs. She takes a glass of champagne for herself and a fruit punch for me; I'm going to be working – and certainly worked! – hard tonight and she wants me sober so I can do her proud. 

We circulate a little in the reception room, me sticking close to her and feeling nervous, as I always do at this stage. I wish I could have just one drink so I feel a bit more relaxed, but it's not allowed. More people arrive; in the end probably about nineteen or twenty fill the room with body heat, perfume and nervous, slightly over-loud chatter. I surreptitiously check out the genders. Probably about seven males and the rest females. Great, I do so much better with pussy! I feel a bit more relaxed and manage to catch Honey's gorgeous blue eyes. We smile at each other lovingly.

Dan Dare has come up. Surprisingly he's a sub; I hadn't noticed his slave band when we arrived. Maybe he's only just put it on. His Dom stands nearby, sending him signals, standing back to watch with enjoyment as his slave glances at my darling for permission to fuck me. She makes eye contact with the Dom, nods and gestures towards the inner room. We go through.

The inner room is huge; its walls are lined with large, firm sofas heaped with soft, plump cushions. In the middle of the floor are the fucking stools, an innovation I have found a godsend as the doggy-style sex that seems fairly prevalent at these parties tends to have tiny me collapsing under some of the larger or more vigorous men. There are coffee tables, too, with large baskets of condoms and pump bottles of lubricant. 

My Honey pulls me to her for a kiss before tugging free my tiny skirt with a rip of parting Velcro. Dan Dare grins at the sight of my olive-toned thighs peeping out from the top of my stockings, and pulls at the side of his ridiculous short-shorts, which whip off to the same ripping tune as my skirt. Oh God! What a ridiculous penis! Uh, oh, what a scary penis. It has to be enhanced. Bloody hell, and here was me hoping to get away with an evening of making pussy happy. I should have known better. 

Dan Dare's Dom sits down and languidly pulls his (tiny! ha!) cock out of his flyless trousers and starts fondly massaging it. Honey sits down too, and I nudge one of the fucking stools in front of her; she likes to watch my face as I am penetrated. As I am lining up the stool, Dan Dare retrieves a condom from the packet and takes it over to Tiny Dick, who playfully bites the over-large cock before theatrically rolling on a condom. I arrange myself appropriately and D.D. pumps a heck of a lot of lube into his beefy hand and applies it with an unexpected gentleness, his fingers roaming and teasing me a little in a way that troubles me. My Honey will not be pleased if I allow myself too much pleasure at this stage. Thankfully, she sees where those big male hands are roaming and she frowns slightly at the other Dom. "Sidney!" growls Tiny Dick quietly, and shakes his head. Sidney? Good Lord! I suppress a laugh. Sidney stops his ministrations and I brace myself as he homes in on the target.

Fingers circling, pushing in. I can feel myself opening up. I can't help it, I am getting more aroused, but I know that I can handle it. Oh, God, now that huge cock is lining itself up. In, just a tiny bit. I can feel myself stretching, stretching, and for a moment I yearn for the female softness of Honey. Then I lock eyes with my Darling, and I can see the excitement and lust in her eyes as she watches me being penetrated. 

D.D. works very slowly, as if he knows penetration is not something I relish. His strokes are exquisitely slow – in...out...in...out...oh...oh...oh...please...please...please...in! - as I open and open to this enormous cock. 

Honey now has a friend - an interesting friend. A sub, red-haired, large-breasted, very naked, and...wait for it...very pregnant. A dark line descends centrally from her navel to her tidy pubes, and those lightly freckled breasts look as though they will spurt forth milk any second. Honey is mesmerised by those ripe breasts, and as I watch, her hands start to roam, and grab, and pull at the large, dark nipples. In turn, Mamma's hands are roaming down over Honey, pulling aside the wrap dress to expose her engorged labia. I feel jealous; I want, I want! All those breasts, two cunts, the swelling belly...please, please, pick me!

Mamma's finger is swirling gently around Honey's clit, teasing, teasing. I am lost, my eyes riveted to the stroking finger, my ears full of Honey's moans as the teasing drives her to buck up against the tormenting hand, and full of D.D.'s grunts as he works me, works me. I can sense the lustful need in him building, and I know that he will be keeping good eye contact with Tiny Dick, waiting for the moment when he can let go and spasm. The fullness inside me is glorious; I want so much to lose control but I know I can't let myself get too close to the edge.

Meanwhile, Mamma's finger has been replaced by her flattened hand, circling slowly and lightly on Honey's clit. My God, that woman knows cunts! Honey's face is flushed, she pulls a squishy pillow up behind the small of her back to support her as her head and shoulders crane backwards, arching her up to the lightly touching hand. Tiny Dick laughs; I steal a glance at him and see that he is now riveted by the clit-stroking hand, and it dawns on me; he has two subs, Mamma and D.D.! His eyes meet Honey's and I can see her torment; the feeling is so, so exquisite and such, such torture. If Honey nods, Tiny Dick will signal Mamma to take her over the edge. If she doesn't, the feeling will build and build and the orgasm will be cataclysmic. How long can she hold on?

Honey glances back at me, her eyes unfocused with lust. I hope the Dom doesn't let Mamma make her come too quickly, I want to see her wait for it and wait for it, the tart. 

Dan Dare is fucking harder now, and harder. His grunts are getting louder and I can feel his hands biting into my shoulders as he fights against his instincts; Tiny Dick is watching him now, and coolly smiling. Honey is bucking, and, unable to help herself, grabs Mamma's hand to push it harder onto her clit. 

A signal passes between the Doms and then to the subs and all hell breaks loose. Mamma's hand is pushing harder against Honey's clit. Honey slips to one side to arch herself along the sofa, giving her a better view of Mamma's fat tits, swaying violently as she works Honey's pussy. Dan Dare has lost control and is fucking me so hard the stool is moving across the carpet a little with each thrust. This isn't going to do my stockings any good, and my knees are getting carpet burn. What's more, I'm so fucking full of lust I am scared I won't be able to hold on. Honey, slack-mouthed and sweating, is crying "fucking tits, fucking tits, fucking tits!" as she rams into the frantically rubbing hand. 

At last, Honey and Dan Dare come simultaneously, Honey screaming "titty bitch, titty bitch!" and D.D. roaring like the incredible hulk as he slams me sideways and across to the sofa, my face now so close to Mamma's lovely, open cunt I can smell her delicious spicy pussy smell. 

Tiny Dick is laughing. A few people scattered about the room applaud; one woman lifts her face from attending to a needy fanny to proclaim, in mock posh voice, "bravo, bravo!". I am slumped over the fucking stool with a depleted D.D. on top of me. My face is almost within licking distance of that gorgeous, spicy, pregnant cunt. D.D. unsheaths his dick from inside me, and falls back to sit leaning on his hands for a moment, head up, gasping for breath.

Tissues have appeared from somewhere and Honey is mopping her sweaty forehead; some kind person has passed over her half-finished glass of champagne. Mamma's hand rests on my Darling's now-quiescent cunt. 

I manage to make eye contact with Honey and then glance back pointedly at the spicy heaven inches from my face, waiting, wanting, needing me to pleasure it. When I look back at Honey, she is already signalling Tiny Dick, who obviously gives his consent as Honey gives me the nod. Oh, bliss! I know, though, that when I go in to deliver, that big swelling belly will obliterate any view of those milky breasts, so I take the liberty of a bloody good ogle before I go in. I know that Honey will probably do them justice; she loves to suck titty and she will never be able to resist those huge bazongas. 

Now, I know you'll think I'm bragging, but I am seriously good at pussy pleasing. So, if you want to learn how to drive a cunt insane with pleasure, take note. 

The thing is, not to do it wet. Pussy hates slobber, it loves dry. Dry means friction, and friction means...well, do as I do, and you'll find out. 

I part those darkened, moist pussy lips with my finger, gently, teasing the bejesus out of them. Steering away from that engorged fat clit as it strains against its hood. I pause for a moment to let my breath brush over the exposed flesh, and I hear Mamma gasp as she settles herself to be tortured. 

Now I lick – swallow first, tongue dry, and just the very tip of my tongue. Just to the side of the clit. Lick. Stop. Lick. Stop. Lick. Stop. Stroking up along the labia, my breath tickling the clit but not giving it any purchase, anything to rub or lurch against. Mamma whimpers. "Quiet!" says Tiny Dick. I hear a suckling noise; Honey is getting some titty. 

After a minute or so I change tactics. Dry tongue lick, starting with the tip of the tongue, a full sweep, from below the clit, up over it – God, it's engorged and hot! – and stop for a count of three. And again. And again. And again. Then moving on to a fuller tongue, a really good all-encompassing lick. Remember; keep it dry! She is squirming, desperate for purchase. But she ain't gonna get it, not yet, anyway. I want her tormented, I want her to beg for it. She still won't get it then, even if she begs, cause I know what our two Doms want to see. 

She is trying so hard not to squirm; I can feel and see the tension in her thigh muscles as she wills herself not to buck up against my mouth. Oh god, I am so enjoying this. I wish I could see those beautiful milky tits and Honey's mouth on them. Honey must read my mind, as she starts making loud sucky noises – she knows how good I am at painting a picture from sounds. I am so aroused, but I have to focus on the task in hand, or rather, in mouth!

Lick. Stop. Lick. Stop. And then, after a couple of minutes of this, when she is desperately trying not to whimper and her control is about to break, I bring in the light suck. Just clamp my mouth over that fat, straining clit and suck, gently, for just a second or two, and then back to lick, stop, lick. 

"O...o...o...o...o!" she wails, thrashing up against me. Tiny Dick is not pleased. "Quiet!" he scolds. I back off, leaning away so she can't find my mouth. I get a quick glance up over that huge belly. Tiny Dick is fitting a soft cloth gag over Mamma's mouth. Honey is in raptures; slumped down under the sub's left arm, she is pinching one taut Mamma nipple with her fingernails and sucking/licking/nibbling at the other with her red-tinted mouth. I wish I had a camera. 

Before I move back in again, Tiny Dick reminds Mamma who's boss. "If you move again, Sweetie, we will stop this. Okay?" She nods, huge brown eyes moist and pleading. Hmm, food for thought. I don't want this to end; I'm having too much fun, and ultimately I want to feel that cunt spasm and spasm under my tongue, hear her wail and wail and wail. Will have to play this cunt very carefully but hell, that's what I'm good at. Back to work. 

Back to what I think of as 'side licks' just to the side of the clit, calming things down a bit. Meanwhile Mamma has got herself a little more focused and in control; there's an art to feeling the intense pleasure but holding back the climax. Her heavy breathing attests to how much she is struggling, as I go back to the full lick and then, when I think she can handle it, the piece de resistance – the suck and flick.

This is the biggest secret to getting a cunt to explode under your mouth. You seal your mouth around the clit and suck – not too hard – and you flick your tongue rapidly up and over the clit, over and over again. Your victim usually tries to squirm to get away, especially if they are holding back on coming, but the suction (and your hands pushing down their thighs) makes it difficult. Magic! 

And yeah, it breaks Mamma's control. She tries to pull back but can't get away, then thrashes to the side. Honey pushes with her body to move Mamma back under my mouth and holds down her left thigh. Next thing Dan Dare has moved over and is also holding her down. A muffled whimpering comes through the gag – "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...!". "Quiet!" orders Tiny Dick again. She tries desperately to comply, and for a few seconds I stop flicking and just suck. She quiets down, but then I torment her with the flick again. She is straining so much it is now taking me, Honey and D.D. to hold her in place. Her diaphragm is heaving as she brings every ounce of self-control to bear. 

"Break off!" says Tiny Dick, very quietly. Man, this guy is a sadist. I pull away and look at Honey. She is smirking. A tear is rolling down Mamma's face. Tiny Dick pushes himself out his seat and strolls over, nonchalantly smiling, that minuscule cock sticking out in front of him like a misplaced roman nose. He bends over and looks into Mamma's eyes. 

"Do you want to come?" he asks conversationally. She nods, her eyes pleading. He sniffs. "Just a minute." He strolls off into the reception room. Honey is grinning from ear to ear, and I know what she's thinking; 'What a pro!'

Dan Dare is sitting on the arm of the sofa to one side of Mamma, looking at the floor. I manage a quick glance around one side of the room. Several people have got themselves grandstand seats, with my dealing to Mamma's cunt the big event. I get a quick glimpse of two men and a woman who have arranged themselves, with judicious use of a fucking stool, to ensure they don't miss a thing whilst getting on with their own show. She's over the stool with her mouth around the cock of a guy on a sofa and her arse is full of the other guy. All proceedings have been halted, however, awaiting recommencement of the main event.




Little Bird Sings



After a couple of minutes, Tiny Dick comes back, champagne in one hand, camera in the other. There are very strict rules about photos, but he is entitled to take photos of his sub as long as no other participants are identifiable. He takes a couple of sips of his champagne, hands his glass to D.D. and readies the camera.

"Okay, give it to her. But don't rush it. I want some really good shots." 

I move back over the fragrant, desperate pussy, but don't immediately latch on. Instead, I just breathe on her gently for a few seconds. Then I recommence with side licking and don't move to her clit until I feel her desperately struggling to get it under my tongue. 

Tiny Dick is laughing quietly and snapping away. I lick lightly, just the tip of my tongue on the tip of her clit, and then pull back for a couple of seconds before pushing three fingers of my right hand into her cunt and then latching on fully with the suck and flick. I don't let up, and this time she completely loses control. 

Despite the gag, she manages to get out an earsplitting "eeeeeh...eeeeeh...eeeeeh...!" With D.D. and Honey both holding her in place, she still manages to buck repeatedly up against my mouth, and her cunt convulses onto my fingers as she comes and comes and comes. Finally, tears are pouring down her face and her cunt stops twitching. I give one last suck and then ease back to look at my handiwork. 

Her cunt is absolutely dripping with her own come. I tear my eyes away from that lovely, lovely pussy I have just tormented into eruption to look at her face. Her hair is sticky with sweat, her face red and tearstained. The gag has slipped and she looks as though she is in shock. Tiny Dick is still taking photos and D.D. now has a massive hard on. 

Suddenly there is a burst of noise and I look behind me to see that the whole roomful of people, utterly transfixed by the performance, is applauding. People with their dicks, cunts, arses and mouths still engaged with one another are managing to detach their hands sufficiently to put it together for me and Mamma's pussy. Honey looks pleased. 

Tiny Dick puts the camera down. Noticing Dan Dare's huge erection, he takes the cock in hand and strokes it gently before tugging it and nodding at Mamma. "Fuck her!" he says. As D.D. moves to comply, Honey gives a little mew of disappointment and Tiny Dick puts his hand on D.D.'s shoulder. A quick Dom's communication passes between Tiny Dick and Honey, and within seconds D.D. is pulling Honey down so her pussy is over the edge of the sofa. She shoves a cushion behind her back and sighs contentedly as she arches back to bring her tits forward to D.D.'s mouth.

Redundant for the moment, I take a seat on the sofa next to Honey so that I can enjoy/inwardly fume over the unfolding spectacle. A condom goes over that enormous cock, but it appears there is no need for lubricant; Honey's cunt is wide open and very wet. D.D. places the tip of his donger just into her hole, but holds off fucking into it as he flicks his thumb over her clit, causing her to gasp and twitch. Sneakily he ventures a side-glance at me, and I know what he's conveying; 'See, you're not the only one who can make a pussy squeal!'

Still with just the tip of his cock in her cunt, he leans forward and with one huge suck takes one nipple and it seems like half her tit into his mouth. Honey lets out a high squeaky noise, and I suppress the urge to slap the fucker's mouth away. He straightens up, then starts pumping his pelvis; those magnificent abs ripple as he pushes and pulls back with exquisite slowness. For what seems like an age, he hardly gives her any cock at all, just playing her cunt with the tip. Then without any warning he slams in, right up to the hilt, and she is impaled on the biggest cock that has ever fucked her. 

"Whaaaaarrrrrghhhhh!" she wails, and now I am hooked. All jealousy is gone, and I just want to watch her being screwed till she explodes. 

Okay, so maybe Dan Dare has some moves, but it turns out his repertoire is limited. Slow, shallow thrusts, gradually moving in to fuck his cock right up her a few times, then back to slow and shallow. And yeah, okay, sure, it's working; she's losing it big time, squirming around on that pole, head back, tits turgid as she desperately tries to get one into his mouth. Finally he gives her what she wants – having got his cock well-anchored now, he leans forward to half-lie against her, bending her back further to get a tit into his mouth.

I am just about to risk homing in on her other tit, the one nearest me, when she jerks her head over to alert me to what's happening to the right of her. Tiny Dick has settled down in front of Mamma and is fucking her; those pregnant tits are now going free and waiting to be played with. Tiny Dick gestures me over with his head; I kneel to the side of the sofa and lean in to get at those turgid babes. I quickly figure out that she likes a little bit of pain. I nip and nibble at one globe, reaching out to twist, pull and nip the other one with my fingernails. 

From here, I have the most fantastic view. My Honey, with pussy stretched to the extreme as that monster dick fucks up inside her, its owner alternately leaning in to torment her titties, and then pulling back to give her clit some light-as-air thumb. Mamma's pussy, not anywhere near as stretched, is nevertheless being worked briskly and enthusiastically by Tiny Dick. Her motherly mammaries, of course, are being attended to by moi. 

And all of this is happening against a background of rampant fornication; from my vantage point I have a mind-boggling view of people engaged in various types and stages of carnal capers. There is a sort of background hum of groans, moans, murmurs and pleading noises periodically drowned out by the cries of someone in orgasmic extremis. 

Honey begins a rising, high-pitched keening; Dan Dare now moves to sinking his cock into her up to the hilt with every slow lunge, whilst his hands are vigourously working her knockers. Finally Honey hits high C, as D.D. starts pussy-pummelling her so hard she is literally rising up off the sofa. She lurches forward to grab his shoulders and sits high on his cock, wiggling desperately against him and pedalling unsuccessfully for purchase with her feet. D.D grabs her arse and grinds her against his cock with a sort of snarling rumble as he tips over into his second come of the evening. I stop molesting Mamma's mammaries, transfixed as Honey throws her head back, eyes bulging, and screams. 

Meanwhile, Tiny Dick has also come. Blinked and I missed it. His orgasm was so quiet and, well, modest, that by the time I tear my eyes away from the thoroughly fucked Honey, he has finished, quietly extracted himself from Mamma's beautiful pussy, removed the condom, and is wiping himself with a tissue in a businesslike way. 

The cessation of orgasmic lurching on our sofa coincides with a lull all around the room. People are getting up, straightening whatever inadequate bits of clothing are still entangled around their bodies, pulling fingers through there hair. Someone goes around with a little waste bin gathering tissue-wrapped condoms and offering wet wipes for comey fingers. There's a burst of pretend-normal conversation; "Ha ha, wasn't that nice, God, I could murder a drink, where's the toilets?". Everyone starts moving towards the reception room, except for a couple of people who look too sated to move.

I'm pleased for the break; I could do with a wee and a drink of something myself. I help Mamma lever herself up off the sofa. We avoid each other's eyes; as subs, we're not supposed to look at each other too much, anyway, which makes it a bit less awkward. Dan Dare lifts Honey off his cock and she looks down at it in awe; even in its flaccid state, it's an extraordinary specimen. She fingers it admiringly and it nudges back at her, a sleeping giant only too ready to be reawakened given half the chance. She looks up at me and grins. Slut. 

She staggers to her feet and I follow her through to foyer; we're both walking a bit funny due to the reaming we've both received from that bloody great truncheon. She retrieves a makeup bag from her coat and we find the bathroom; have to wait a minute or two before a couple of giggling women tumble out, wafting their hands to try to dissipate the smell of dope. We lock ourselves in and take turns weeing and reapplying lipstick – she's right, it is pretty smudgeproof.

Back to the reception area. I get her another champagne and myself another fruit punch, and then go back to get us plates of nibbles. Everyone is standing or sitting around chatting in a sort of lets-pretend-this-is-all-normal kind of way. For me, this is one of the more difficult parts of these evenings. As a sub, it's so easy to transgress in these circumstances. I'm not supposed to look people in the eye, especially Doms, nor can I take part in conversations. But I'm a naturally nosy person and I like to listen in to the chit-chat; it's all too easy to forget myself and open my big/little mouth to chip in. Fatal mistake, that. It means no reward at the end of the evening, but what's just as bad, it makes my Dom look bad in the eyes of the other Doms. Badly trained sub – tut tut!

I sidle half behind Honey to keep myself out of trouble as I juggle my plate of nibbles and glass of punch. The nibbles are really nice; one is a sort of cheesy puffy thing and a bit spicy, the other a vegetable pate in a vol au vent. I wonder if I can get the recipe for the pate; Honey and I are pretty much vegetarian these days. 

I tune in to Honey's conversation. Tiny Dick is asking her about me; would she be happy for me to teach Mamma and Dan Dare how to do pussy properly? I quietly gloat. She says "sure!" as though she's agreeing to let me share my secret recipe for chocolate mud cake (just so you know, I share that with no one). He asks her something else that I don't catch, and she explains a couple of things about our 'arrangement'. No, she doesn't allow me to come at these parties. He grunts and seems to be expressing regret mixed with understanding. 

As the conversation unfolds, I glean that Dan Dare and Mamma are married and this is their house, specifically purchased because it has 'suitable rooms'. Tiny Dick lives with them and has been their Dom for a almost four years. There is another sub living in the house, but she's away for a few days looking after her Mum, who's just had her bunions done. 

He walks off, and Honey turns. "Hey, why is my little bird lurking behind me? Come out from there, I want to show you off!" I step forward reluctantly and do a low scan of the room, eyes not quite high enough to really lock with anyone else's. A few of people are looking at me and I get the impression they are talking about me. 

One couple in particular is openly staring at me and I am surprised to see that one is a sub. I can't help it, I lock eyes with her and then find it hard to tear my eyes away. She is one naughty looking little minx. Tiny, not much above five foot, and slim with an elfin, heart-shaped face, brown eyes, and the wickedest little smile. Pretty young. She's wearing nothing but a wide, sculpted leather belt around her waist, and high-heeled sandals with straps that wind up to her upper thighs. She is standing next to a beautiful, statuesque African woman who is obviously her Dom. She glances away, and so do I, but Honey chuckles and I realise she caught the exchange. 

"Fancy that little piece of pussy, do we?" she whispers in a sing-song voice. I sniff. At least it doesn't seem as though I'm in trouble. The African woman is coming over now, the minx trailing behind her, keeping her eyes down though that naughty smile says it all. 

"Helloooo!" says the African Queen in a rich, melodic voice. "Ah think your little one here has caught the eye of mah little one!" she chuckles. 

"I think the attraction is mutual!" smiles Honey. 

"Well, what say we let them play together, and enjoy the spectacle?" suggests African Queen, gesturing in the direction of the main room with her champagne glass. Minx squeals with delight. I would too, but it would get me into trouble. 

"What did you have in mind?" asks Honey.

"Ah would like to see your little one give mah little one's pussy the same workin'-over that lucky hot Mamma got!" she smiles, showing even, white teeth. 

"And maybe we could tend to each other's pussies, too, in case they get jealous?" suggests Honey, biting the edge of her champagne glass and looking coy. I can tell she's intrigued by the woman's lush lips; she's probably visualising her cunt lips.

"Hmm. If you don't mind, ah would really like to watch mah little one getting a good workin'- over without any distractions. But mah husband will be arriving soon, and ah am sure then we can come to a very interestin' arrangement." She leans in, and unexpectedly kisses Honey full on the mouth. Next thing Honey has pushed her glass and plate into my hands, seized African Queen by the shoulders, and the two of them are standing, kissing and tenderly exploring each other's mouths with the most amazing erotic restraint. 

I can't help but watch – sounds weird, but it's the most arousing thing I've seen all evening. I want to be Honey and African Queen both at the same time. My god, I hope I get some of that dark, luminous flesh before the night is out. 

They break off and lock eyes for a moment. Deep breaths, and then they turn in unison to wave Minx and I forward into the main room. Minx goes to a raised cushioned platform at the far end of the room. She lies down on it with her pussy poised on the edge, her body spread-eagled backwards and her arms above her head. African Queen moves two small footstools and positions them for Minx to lift her legs onto. Minx lies there whilst the three of us view her pink, shaved puss. I probably don't need to tell you that I am seriously turned on at this point, and can't wait to get started. 

Honey and African Queen have a brief, whispered, nodding conversation. Honey moves an armchair closer to the action and takes a seat. To my surprise the beautiful black woman addresses me in her mellifluous voice. 

"Ah want you to make her come the way you did that other lady. But ah want you to look at her all you want and touch her wherever you want – ah like to see people lookin' at mah little one and touchin' her." She moves to take a seat by Minx's trailing hands, shuffling underneath her so that Minx's head and upper torso are on her lap, and her slim white wrists are being firmly held in one large, black, hand. 

I kneel between the footstools and take the opportunity to have a good look at my quarry. She is tiny; her breasts small and sticking up like two brave cupcakes with pink nipple frosting. Her labia are pink and fat; I probe with one finger to part the firm lips and expose the tiny, tight hole. 

"She has never been fucked there with a cock" says African Queen with considerable pride, stroking Minx's face and then her breasts, "but ah want you to put your finger up her, please."

I do so, carefully; the hole is so small I am scared of hurting her. But she obviously likes it; she looks me in the eye and smiles and lifts up to meet me. I work my finger slowly in and out and she gives a soft, happy moan. 

After a minute or two of this I withdraw my finger and start circling her clit. Something makes me change tack, though, and I find myself flattening my hands on her and moving out to stroke her thighs very lightly, then around to her arse. When I lightly touch on that opening, I feel it giving way very easily. So she's been arse-fucked, but her cunt is still virgin. Interesting. She squirms a little in delight, locked in place by the hand holding her wrists. 

I return my hands to her thighs, and slide up to her torso and breasts. She likes having her breasts teased; show me a woman who doesn't! I stop to take a brave look at African Queen and she nods. "That's it, that's good. Now ah want you to lick her and make her come." I oblige.

I won't go into detail; you know it already anyway and I don't want to bore you. For some reason I really want to go slow, even slower than usual, and she has admirable control, keeping her eyes locked with her beautiful Dom as she goes through the erotic torment and finally succumbs. Her orgasm is loud, violent and prolonged, and earns me more accolades from the audience and a happy and approving look from Honey. 

As I push away from the virgin cunt I realise a tall, handsome black man has joined us and is sitting on a nearby armchair. He is wearing leather pants, cut away over the thighs and crotch to reveal a stereotypically large (ish), erect purple-black penis. I can hardly take my eyes off it, it's so beautiful and shiny. Good job it's okay, even expected, for subs to look at Doms' penises. I wonder where that is about to go, and I'm not sure whether or not I hope it's in me! 

Minx, meanwhile, has half-sat up, and is curled against African Queen with a very happy, cat-got-the-cream look on her face. The Black God beckons to her, and she goes over to sit on his knee. He briefly strokes her breasts and then her pussy, like an owner petting a much-loved cat. She slides down off his lap onto the floor and takes the cock into her mouth, sucking it like it's a lollipop. He laughs at her indulgently, disengages her,, and tells her to go and get herself something to drink. She skips off to the reception room like a delighted child.

"Well!" says African Queen to Honey. "This is mah husband" (she pronounces it hos-bond; really cute!) "and ah'm sure he would like to know you a little better." She pats the sofa next to her, and Honey goes to sit beside her. The Black God moves to sit to the other side of Honey and gently pulls her dress apart to reveal her breasts. His big black hands come up to cup them as African Queen turns Honey's face to hers and begins kissing her again, with those lush, purple-brown lips. 

I take a seat on the footstool, feeling surplus to requirements but with a feeling of anticipation – I suspect this is going to be quite a show! 

The threesome rearrange themselves a little into a half-lying position. Honey is half-twisted towards African Queen's languid, deep kisses. Black God is now lying along Honey's other side, his hands roaming her breasts and now down to her fanny. He doesn't beat around the bush (hah hah!); his fingers are soon flicking over Honey's clit and into her cunt. 

This goes on for a few more minutes, and then everything stops for a whispered conversation. The tableau moves, with me in tow, to one of the sofas and a fucking stool is pulled up. African Queen easily sheds her colourful wrap to reveal a cleanly-shaved body of stunning beauty. Dark-chocolate coloured skin glowing with a sheen of light. Medium-sized breasts with erect plum nipples. She sits down and adopts the customary position, pussy poised at the edge of the couch, back supported with a couple of cushions, and parts her legs to reveal the plump, deep purple lips. 

Honey repositions the fucking stool slightly before making herself comfortable on it, her mouth poised above the black beauty's luscious cunt lips, her caramel-coloured derriere jauntily poised, and her legs apart. I can see her pussy lips peeping out. 

At this point Black God eases a condom onto his glistening organ, it bucks and twitches at his touch, more than ready for action. He helps himself to a little lubricant from the pump bottle and then kneels behind Honey. I move into place to catch as much as I can of the spectacle. 

The first thing he does surprises Honey. He spreads the lubricant, not around her cunt, but onto her tight, pink, seldom-probed arsehole. She jumps and her head whips around. 

He chuckles. "Ah hear that tonight you have already had a very big cock in this lovely pussy of yours, my dear!" His voice is as slow, lazy and melodic as his wife's. "Ah think that this lovely bottom of yours shouldn't be left out now, do you?" She looks at him with a mixture of trepidation and something bordering on embarrassment. She will look like, pardon me, a real pussy, if she says no to this. She glances at me, and I sit back with my arms folded and give her a challenging look. 




Little Bird Sings



Black God is chuckling at her hesitancy, his lubricated fingers are circling her tiny pink hole, teasing her. There is something about his certainty and confidence that is very erotic and is making it hard for Honey to say no. African Queen chips in, reaching out to turn Honey's face to hers.

"Now, my dear, ah know you would really like to have my husband put it up your bum, wouldn't you?" she says in the sort of voice you use to cajole a child. "And it would make him so happy, my dear! Now why don't you let him put it in and I know you will like it!"

Honey gulps and nods, and African Queen hunches down a little and gently pulls Honey's face down to meet her plush pussy lips. "Now, there's a good girl then. Oh, yes, that's good, well done!" as Honey begins to lick.

Black God is now starting to work his thumbs into Honey's little hole. Massaging and stroking alongside before delving both thumbs in just a little, then a little more, until she starts to relax and open. It is amazing, just watching him work that tight little arsehole so it starts to want to be penetrated. Honey is making little happy gulping noises as she works at the purple/brown pussy, kissing and suckling the labia as though she was kissing those other large, firm lips. 

Her bottom is starting to wiggle in delight too, but the wiggling and suckling stop suddenly when she feels that big black cock being braced to enter. African Queen chides her; "Now, don't you stop, mah good girl, you gotta take it in your bottom and you keep lookin' to mah pussy, too, you hear?". I nearly snort with laughter but manage to control myself. I've never seen Honey in quite this situation before; the Dom is being dommed, good and proper!

Honey complies and returns to pussy-suckling, and Black God pushes gently against her arse. I see the pink opening stretch as the dark cock probes in a bare inch. It looks amazing, the glossy, taut skin of this big black splendid penis pushing into Honey's caramel arse. What a picture!

He reaches around with one hand to gain purchase on the front of her hips; with the other hand he holds his cock to her arsehole, moving the tip of it oh-so-gently in and out, as Dan Dare had previously done to her cunt. His face is serene and composed, focuses on his penis and the hole he is attending to. He has a masterly air about him; he knows just how to work taut little female arseholes. I'm deeply impressed.

Gradually she opens up. Occasionally, as he moves in a bit deeper, she gasps and stops ministering to African Queen's cunt, only to be scolded and have her head moved back to party central. After about five minutes, Black God is completely in, and Honey is spluttering with (I think) a mixture of astonishment, a little pain, and erotic joy. 

At this point things really get under way. He starts fucking her bum in earnest, with slow, controlled strokes. Absolutely a pro. His hands now encircle Honey's thighs and are doing dirty things to her cunt. Honey is eating pussy, not necessarily like a pro (she could never ace me on that one) but with a certain amount of competence. African Queen's body is rocking sensually, a hand entangled in Honey's golden hair and her face transformed with a beatific glow. At some point I twig to the chain of command here; Black God is the Uberdom. As he moves towards his own climax, he is doing very clever things to the pussy in hand, playing it in tune with his own building sensations. African Queen is watching him for cues, and is, in turn, controlling Honey's pussypleasuring activities with the hand that's entangled in Honey's hair. To my glee, Honey is now the Underunderdom, effectively being played by African Queen who is being played by Black God. Tee hee! I am enjoying myself immensely here!

Finally the inevitable happens and they all come at once, loudly. African Queen rams Honey's face hard into her purple/black lap with one hand as she exults, her other arm flailing about above her head. Black God throws back his head and comes out with an amazing, musical ululation. Honey's cries are muffled by muff, but she still manages to get out a prolonged "fffffffmmmmwwwwww...!" before she, black cock still inside her, collapses sideways onto the floor taking the fucking stool and the owner of the cock with her. Black God roars with laughter, and carefully extracts himself from the clutches of Honey's thoroughly opened arse. 

Minx appears from nowhere, looking happy and excited, and distributes tissues all round. She ministers personally to African Queen's puss as the black woman pats her head fondly. A male Dom comes over and makes quiet negotiation with Black God. Minx is soon parked on a fucking stool with the Dom in her arse and a male Co-Dom in her mouth, whilst their female sub sits on the floor alongside the stool, working a pair of vibrating nipple clamps on Minx's pink-iced cupcakes. 

I'm watching idly, but aware of a slight frisson of boredom. After all, (as far as I am concerned anyway) however exciting all this carnal mayhem may be initially, it eventually becomes a bit repetitive and tiredness and soreness take the erotic edge off things. My mind is wandering to thoughts of a nice cup of coffee or tea, and I wonder what the time is? Did I remember to set up the hard drive to record Graham Norton?

This is another one of those dangerous stages. If my attitude becomes obvious I'm in trouble. And if I erotically disengage too soon, by the time Honey has had her fun and we get home I'll be completely off the boil and won't even want my reward.

I glance around for Honey. She's standing near the doorway, chatting to a matronly looking woman, pulling up her (misnamed) stay-ups and then regathering her wrap dress around her. I don't know why she even keeps it on; maybe it feels safer to her to be able to cover herself up a bit in between assignations. But the fact that she's retying it is a good sign; she's ready for a break.

There's a clattering noise, and Mamma and Dan Dare appear with trays of coffee and tea. People sweep aside condom baskets and lube bottles to make way for the refreshments, and Tiny Dick comes in bearing a big plateful of what look like homebaked biscuits. He's wearing a little floral apron and grinning at his own joke against himself. I'm beginning to like the guy, minuscule penis and all. Turns out he baked the biscuits, and made the vegetable pate.

This is always an interesting part of the evening. People finish up their current liaisons, usually with a bit more decorum and quiet than they do earlier in the evening, as they feel more self-conscious. Inadequate bits of clothing are reassembled, cups of tea and coffee poured, and verbal exchanges move from the "Aaaarrrghh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" sort to "Did you say one teaspoon of sugar?" and "Are these biscuits gluten free? Oh goodie!"

Honey has kindly got me a cup of coffee and a bikkie and I park myself on a footstool at the edge of the room. The coffee is so good I practically inhale it. There is still some low-level shenanigans going on. The two male co-Doms and the sub have finished having their way with Minx she is now spread out facedown over the knees of her Doms, her bottom being stroked soothingly by Black God. African Queen is explaining their set-up whilst combing her hands through Minx's tangled blonde hair. Seems they 'obtained' her four years ago when she was only nineteen, and contracted her to be their sub to provide for the arse-reaming needs of her male 'owner'. There's a clause in her contract stipulating that her cunt would stay virgin until they decided otherwise, and they would choose who 'opened it' (their words, not mine!).

Someone asks the African Queen whether she likes anal sex (funny how, over coffee, arse-fucking has suddenly become the much more formal 'anal sex'!) and she roars with laughter. "Ah, no! I've never liked it up mah bum, but I do so like seeing him sticking it up someone else's!" 

This sends everyone off into fits of laughter, subs included. I nearly choke on my coffee and drop my biscuit, leaning over to fossick around behind my footstool to find it. When I sit up again, Honey is standing right in front of me. She pats me on the head fondly. "You wanting to go home?"

"Yes please!" I say, my mouth full of biscuit. I swallow, park the rest of the biscuit between my teeth and stand up, trying to juggle coffee cup and plate and brushing some crumbs off the footstool. Mamma appears and takes the crockery and I thank her, remembering to keep my eyes down and belatedly remembering I'm not supposed to talk to her. It is so unnatural, but what would I say anyway; "Thank you so much for hosting this lovely evening and allowing me to give you the best cunnilingus you've ever had in your life, and I hope everything goes well with the birth and all!"?

We wend our way through to the foyer and Tiny Dick comes out to make sure we have our coats. He's still wearing his apron. I wish I could ask him for the pate recipe. He warmly thanks Honey for coming along and making the evening so successful. We wrap ourselves in our coats and clop off into the chilly night. Actually morning; it's 1.30am. No wonder I'm so tired. 

We get into the car; I offer to drive as Honey has had a bit to drink. Sitting in the driver's seat I take off my stilettos and unsnap my stockings, peeling them down over my feet and tossing them over my shoulder onto the back seat. Honey caresses my thigh. "You've been so good, little bird!", she croons. Thank goodness, she's happy with me. So far so good; my reward seems imminent and I find myself feeling aroused again.

We drive home in silence and I hope she's not falling asleep already. I keep myself on the boil by playing over some of the evening's climaxes (yeah, I know, terrible!) in my mind. Mamma bucking against restraining hands and fighting to keep quiet as I torment her with my mouth, Honey impaled on Dan Dare's Dick, Honey impaled on Black God's dick as her arse gets thoroughly rogered. Honey totally dominated by those beautiful African Doms! Oh yes, I'm still ready to be awarded my prize – no worries there!

Home. I pull the stilettos back onto my bare feet and we rush inside out of the cold. The cat greets us, balefully complaining; we forgot to feed her before we went out. Here's one pussy that didn't get satisfied tonight! Honey says she'll feed her, and I should go and 'get ready'; this said with an arch look and a playful slap on my bottom.

I go into our bedroom with some reluctance – it's not unknown for Honey to get engrossed in something else (listening to answerphone messages, checking and answering her emails) and leaving me to steam away in the bedroom by myself. I am not entirely sure this isn't deliberate. Nevertheless if I hang around in the kitchen or plead with her to come with me, I forfeit the prize. 

In our ensuite I cream my face with cleanser and wash off the makeup, put on some moisturiser, brush and floss my teeth. I look at myself in the mirror and make an attempt to calm my spiky hair; I think there's come in it. I swipe at the comey bit irritably and contemplate washing it then and there, but I can't be bothered. Really, my hair does tend to make me look a bit like a startled blackbird. 

I have a last wee, wash my hands and go back into the bedroom, turn the dimmer down, take off the corset and put it away in the closet. I hear Honey's footsteps coming closer and the lust surges up in me. I race over to the bed and fling myself onto it, face up, wiggling about to position myself plum in the middle. 

Honey comes in, stands looking at me with her hands on her hips, and laughs. She prises off her shoes, tosses them into the corner, and then peels off her stay-ups. She slowly opens her dress with a mock-coy expression on her face. "Want some of this, little bird?" she asks.

"Oh, God, yes please!" I nearly shout.

I'm momentarily winded as she leaps on top of me. Her mouth and hands seem to be everywhere. At this rate I'm going to come any moment. She straddles me and leans forward to let me get at her breasts. I suck, nibble, lick and she starts to grunt with pleasure. 

Now our genitals mesh and I feel the torrent of lust that has been held back in me for so many tormented hours building to a crescendo. She rides me like a mad thing, fast and furious, her face tight with concentration. 

Finally, little bird sings. 

When I'm still, she sits on top of me, looking down at me with a mixture of fondness and amusement. "Was that worth it?" she asks.

I give her a pondering look. "Hmm, well, I'll have to get back to you on that one!" She swats me and we get up to pull the covers back and crawl under them. It's 2.15am. I'm glad I don't have to go to work tomorrow, or rather, today.

She turns away from me and I spoon in behind her. As I drift off to sleep, I have the same thought I always have at this moment.

When it comes to getting laid, sometimes a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.



Little Birds, Erotica by Anais Nin



Little Birds, Erotica by Anais Nin

Following the enormous success of Delta of Venus, a collection of erotica written by Anais Nin in the early 1940s and published shortly after her death in 1977, Little Birds came out in 1979 adding another 13 erotic tales to Nin’s published collection. The stories were written while Nin lived in Paris among a community of struggling artists and authors. Several authors, including Henry Miller and Nin contracted with an anonymous collector to produce erotica for a dollar a page. Though reluctant to yield to the prurient interests of this collector, Nin had bills to pay, so she wrote erotica.

Often rebelling against the collector’s continued requests to cut out the poetry and write just the action, Nin maintained a level of elegance in this erotica that the other writers didn’t match. Biographers noted that while Henry Miller was explicit in his writing, Nin was more implicit, Miller was sexual, while Nin was sensual. Nin never liked these stories and had resisted publishing them, until, nearing death, she wanted to leave something that could help support two husbands (one of them an ex) and agreed to have them published posthumously. The first group of these stories appeared as Delta of Venus and it immediately became a bestseller. Given this success, Little Birds was subsequently released in 1979.

While Delta of Venus featured two novelettes with a number of other short stories, Little Birds features mostly short 8 to 18 page stories, with only one as long as 34 pages. Though short, the stories are filled with a stunning array of erotica inspired by the artist community Nin lived with while in Paris.

The title story, “Little Birds” is an interesting study in fantasy and anticipation. An artist, who is also an exhibitionist, is intrigued by the possibility of being seen by two young living in a nearby apartment. The artist is a friend of the family and allows the girls free roam of his studios, where he observes them develop over the years. Realizing that it is only the young girls that fire his fantasies, he maintains a lonely existence, sustained only in his fantasies of being seen by one of them. Ultimately, he loses control, opening his kimono and the girls:  “They all took fright, like little birds, and ran away.” Paris in the 1940s was very open however, the prurient nature of this story, though very subtlety portrayed, was shocking.

In the next story, “The Woman on the Dunes” Nin took a look from the other side, with a brief flash of voyeurism. A man, Louis, unable to sleep goes for a walk along a beach. While walking, his attention is drawn to a cottage window. Though the blinds were down, they weren’t closed and he could see in:

“And his eyes met with the most amazing sight: a very wide bed, profusely covered with pillows and rumpled blankets, as if it already had been the scene of a great battle; a man, seemingly cornered in a pile of pillows, as if pushed there after a series of attacks, reclining like a pasha in a harem, very calm and contented, naked, his legs folded out; and a woman, also naked, whom Louis could only see from the back, contorting herself before this pasha, undulating, and deriving such pleasure from whatever she was doing with her head between his legs that her ass would shake tremulously, her legs tighten as if she were about to leap.”

Louis, obviously disturbed watched until he could bear it no more and faced with the choice of taking care of himself in the bushes there or leave, he quickly headed on down the beach. Walking over the dunes, he spots a woman ahead of him. Without noticing him, she continues to walk and Louis follows. After a while, she heads towards the water, removing her clothing, Louis does the same, still unnoticed. When she finally discovers him, Louis is already entering the water and after seeing his features in the moonlight, the woman is not frightened. They swim together for a while, getting more and more excited in each others nakedness.

Suddenly she runs from the water and lays on the sand waiting for him, however, at the point he desires her the most, he falls flaccid:

 “He was deeply humiliated.”

“Strangely enough, her voice grew tender. ‘There is plenty of time,’ she said. ‘Don’t move away. It’s lovely.”

With these short passages, Nin introduces a reality to the erotica creating a depth to the characters. She doesn’t portray the unfailing virile stallion flailing away at an equally nubile woman. The man goes limp and the woman tenderly soothes him:

 “He was sitting like a Buddha. She leaned over and took his small wilted penis in her mouth. The licked it softly, tenderly, lingering over the tip of it. It stirred.

He looked down at the sight of her wide red mouth so beautifully curved around his penis. With one hand she touched his balls, with the other she moved the head of the penis, enclosing it and pulling it gently.”

An incredibly tender and erotic moment arose from Nin’s exploration into normal human frailty. Louis maintains himself this time as Nin continues the scene over several pages. During the on and off lovemaking, Nin has Louis talk to the woman and we learn of her past. As the sex calms and the end of the story approaches, we are involved in each of these characters, something that many erotic stories lack.

The rest of the stories in the book take us through many varying, but realistic scenes including a ménage-a-trois, a lesbian scene, a group scene and some very interesting straight sex. With each of her characters exhibiting the good and the bad, they feel so intimately real, completely believable. Though she never liked these stories, the raised the erotica in the day to new levels and while these stories don’t have the lyrical beauty of her A Spy in the House of Love they are definitely worth reading.

With the publication of her novels and her critically acclaimed seven volume diary, Anais Nin became well known for her literary erotica. She died of cancer in 1977.