3 comments/ 21442 views/ 1 favorites Number 86 Ch. 01 By: SaucySexySlut My name is Mark. Yes I know it is a really boring name but at least people can't abbreviate it. I would hate to be a Stephen and be called Steve or Christopher and be called Chris. Anyone who dares to call me 'Marky' gets what they deserve. I live in a small market town in rural England, unfortunately still with both my parents. Though I have been in relationships in the past and moved out on a couple of occasions, they never worked out so here I am back at home once more. At least my parents don't get on my case and I have time to myself when I need it. The main reason why my relationships don't work out is although I have been friends and more with each woman and the sex has often been really good what has always got in the way is the fact that I love playng with my own penis so much. There, I've said it now. I love to masturbate. I love it when I am on my own and there is plenty of time to enjoy stroking my stiff prick. I love to feel it gradually grow in my hand, for the ache to start to build in my bollocks - which I lovingly shave until they are baby smooth - until that moment when I can watch my warm spunk shoot out of my cock-head. I love to do this in lots of different ways but my favourite is to be kneeling on the floor supported by my left hand while I watch myself stroking with my right hand in front of a mirror. I put something on the floor in front of myself to catch my cum - sometimes a newspaper that is about to go in the bin, sometimes a dirty magazine that I keep behind the wardrobe and sometimes a silky pair of my Mum's knickers from the laundry basket before I put them in the wash - the smell of them is wonderful too... The problem with living in such a small town is that because I went to school here too, I know so many people - maybe too many? As I go shopping or - occasionally - out in the evening, everyone seems to greet me with a 'Hello Mark'. Yes - it can be friendly but sometimes I would like to by anonymous too. The only ones that don't pester me are Edith and her sister Margaret. They are two retired ladies who while they do get involved in town life, also keep to themselves when they prefer to. I know them well as we used to live in a smaller house in Foster Street until my Dad got a better job and we moved to somewhere larger at the other side of the town. However, from time to time when I need someone else to talk to, I go over to number 86 Foster Street to see how the sisters are doing. Edith is the older by four years and used to work in the Post Office in the town. Margaret - who is thinner than her sister used to commute to work but I have never know what she did. I can't count the times I have sat on the sofa in their living room holding a cup of tea or on a cane chair in the conservatory overlooking their garden. 'So how are you today?' - Margaret asked today - knowing that my latest breakup was over a month ago so I might be more prepared to talk about it. For some reason, I was reluctant to talk about it and said so - she seemed content to leave it at that. 'So no love-life at the moment? Just wanking instead?' I was shocked. Neither of them had ever spoken like that before. Edith took over. 'I'm sorry for my sister - sometimes we get so caught up with our own lives. Isn't that still the right word to describe how a young man plays with himself?' 'I know that we've never spoken about such things before as we have known you since you were still at school but it seems you've been grown up forever now. You may have wondered why we are are both still single and living together - perhaps you sometimes wondered if we were sexually active together but that is not the case. The thing we have in common is that we both love to the male organ when it is erect. We both love to see men - of any age or background - naked, their hard cocks sticking out in front of them being pleasured until we see their lovely creamy sperm shoot out.' I didn't quite know what to say in response to this - I was momentarily stunned. Two older women who make cakes to sell in the church fair telling me what turned them on. Margaret spoke again. 'There we've told you what we enjoy and there are a number of men who visit us who know of our preferences and indulge us both. We would love you to be one of them too.' Edith: 'We would so love to hear what you enjoy as well'. Little by little, I opened up as I sipped my tea and nibbled a Rich Tea biscuit. I told them how I loved to wank and how I I liked to do it. How when my parents had been away for a weekend, I had carefully removed my mother's underwear and dressed myself up in it with my engorged penis sticking out of the top of her panties. How there was one particular chair that I could sit in with my legs sticking back under the armrests so that I felt restrained as I slowing rubbed my erection as I watched a movie of naked men displaying themselves to women - some voluntarily and some forced. 'I can see talking about all of that has made you rather excited', said Margaret looking at the bulge in my chinos, why don't you just get undressed for us now so we can all enjoy it some more together?' Number 86 Ch. 02 This is the continuing story of Mark's experiences at number 86. This story is fictitious and all characters depicted are 18 or over. Any resemblance to anyone real is purely a fortunate coincidence on their part if this is what they enjoy. Chapter 2 I was stunned but turned on at the same time. When you are a young adult and maturing sexually, you find yourself imagining many things and getting turned on by them. From picturing women who you know but will never get to be involved with to fantasising about older women too. I remembered some of the thoughts that I used to have about Edith and Margaret and blushed at how I had gone home and wanked thinking of them. I stood up and started to unbutton my shirt. Gradually I took off everything but the tight underwear that I liked to wear - white cotton briefs - I tried to undress provocatively while not appearing too eager even though I was. The two sisters looked on encouragingly. Finally I lowered my briefs and my stiff cock rose quickly into the air, no longer restrained, until it pointed straight at them, slightly above the horizontal. 'Wow - you shave your bollocks too', said Edith. I said yes, I preferred them that way most of the time though occasionally I let them get hairy deliberately so I could enjoy looking at and playing with my curly pubic hairs that were curiously ginger in colour. 'I enjoy half fulling the bath tub so my cock and balls are just above the surface so that I can reach them easily and lather them up so that I can take my time shaving them slowly. Occasionally - as I get close to cumming I push my cock down so that I can cum under the water and watch my spunk slowly mixing with it' 'That sounds wonderful - I'd love to watch you doing that. Come over her so we can feel how smooth your bollocks are today.' I took a few paces and stood right in front of both of them, well within arms reach. They took turns to hold my balls in their hands, running their hands over the smooth skin and fondling them and enjoying their shape and texture. Each time they took their hands away and put them back again, my cock twitched uncontrollably and I slowly became aware of drops of pre-cum dribbling down my cock head where they could see them clearly. Margaret spoke. 'You obviously like being handled like that, Mark, how is this making your cock and balls feel?' I told them how my bollocks were aching, how my cock had become so sensitive that I might shoot my load of cum if it wasn't touched gently and how I was enjoying being naked like this - exposed and happily vulnerable to whatever they both chose to do to me next. 'Over the years, we have come across a number of men who like to dress up for us before they are allowed a climax. Stay here a moment and Edith will go and get some things for you to put on which I think you might like. Edith got up and left the room for a moment while Margaret continued to keep me excited with her hands without ever once getting me close to my point of no return. At one point she leant over and licked up my pre-cum but used the tip of her tongue so gently that it was just unstimulating enough. Margaret spoke from behind me. 'Here you are Mark, let's see if any of these suit you?' First of all they passed me a silky brassiere which had been padded inside with a soft fabric so that it bulged in an appropriate manner. 'We do all the work on these ourselves so that you can feel like you have tits that you can show off to us' I struggled a little putting it on but eventually I worked out what I needed to do. Neither of them helped me - they seemed to enjoy watching a young naked man with a throbbing erection putting on clothes for them. Next were matching stockings. I had to sit down for this and when I moved back to the armchair that I had sat on before, they instead directed me to put a small stool on the floor in front of them so they could again watch me. Then they handed me a pair of silk panties. When I unfolded them, I could see that they were crotchless one. I pulled them up slowly arranging my erection so that it stuck out of the hole and remained on display. Finally, they produce a long ginger haired wig - presumably to match the pubic hair that I hadn't been growing recently. I put it on and felt like a total male slut and enjoyed every minute of it. 'I think you should take a look at yourself in the mirror now; said Edith, gesticulating. Over to the right was a full length mirror that I hadn't noticed before. That was understandable though - there had been one or two other things on my mind! I walked over and stared at myself - the slut - and how I had been made up. My stiff cock twitched and underneath it my hairless bollocks rose slightly in response. Both were sticking through a hole in the pale pink lacy knickers that I now wore. Below the stretchiness of the matching stockings meant there was scarcely a wrinkle in them from the tips of my toes up to just below my thighs. The curly ginger wig on my head completed the ensemble perfectly as did the fact that two elderly women who I had know for so many years had persuaded such an inexperienced twenty-something horny wanker to get into this situation. 'Why don't you put some lipstick on too? Try putting it on with the hand you don't write with' My eyes darted around and rested on the tube that was balanced on the bottom edge of the mirror - I picked it up. 'We always like all the good boys to put it on themselves so we can watch them. If you use your 'wrong hand' then it will make it more... unpractised.' I unscrewed the top of the tube - I noticed that I was not the first one to use it and the tip, rather than being at the perfect angle created by the manufacturers, was smudged and uneven. I put it to my mouth and felt the creamy rich lipstick start to moisten my lips as I applied it. The colour was a deep pink - almost like day-glo ink and I relished the experience of applying it with care while deliberately not making it perfect. 'Excellent, now perhaps you can angle the mirror a little bit better. We would like you to come and stand in front of us and play with yourself for us. I think you might enjoy it if you could move you head slightly so you can watch your performance for yourself as well' The mirror wasn't heavy and I starting to turn it. As I looked down, I saw it was standing on a small circular pink rug - that matched my smudged lipstick - and that the rug looked like the mirror had been moved on it more than once before. I moved to stand in front of Edith and Margaret and looked back - not quite right - I went and turned the mirror slightly more - then I went to stand in front of these two old women and glanced at myself in the mirror out of the corner of my eye to get the full effect of what I was doing. Edith spoke. 'I like to watch a man with a nice hard erection tickle his balls with a couple of fingers and rest his penis on the palm of his hand and rub his hand slowly against his shaft. If it is done gently enough, it can be very pleasurable for the man without too much danger of him ejaculating too quickly. If he is really aroused, I also have the pleasure of watching pre-cum dribble out of his cock head so we can enjoy deciding what to do with it.' I moved my right hand down as she suggested and massaged my cock and bollocks. It twitched slightly and I knew it would not be long until she would have some of my thin watery pre-spunk to play with too. I love the feeling when my balls ache in response to my silky soft and shaven skin responds and makes me yearn to both reach that point of climax when I see my creamy cum and at the same time wanting for that moment to arrive so slowly. As a result of years of masturbating myself I knew my body quite well. When I first wanked as a teenager the pleasure was just in shooting my load and watching myself do it. With maturity and experience I knew how to make my enjoyment last much longer. Margaret spoke in a whisper. 'You really are a good wanker - take a look in the mirror again - it is important that you enjoy the completed experience. We love how your body moves as you rub yourself so well - I can see you have had plenty of practice. Did you ever put anything hard and smooth and wet up your arse at the same time?' More chapters to follow are already in my head but it takes time to write them so you may need to be patience. Thank-you for the positive feedback so far. Number 86 Ch. 03 This is the continuing story of Mark's experiences at number 86. This story is fictitious and all characters depicted are 18 or over. Any resemblance to anyone real is purely a fortunate coincidence on their part if this is what they enjoy. Mark stood completely still and looked at Edith and Margaret. Here he was in a situation that he never expected. He had undressed in front of two elderly women who he had been vaguely aware of for all of his life and who - in just a short while - had taken him somewhere he had never expected to be. He had also enjoyed lustful pleasure as a result. He glanced at the mirror to his left for reassurance but didn't find it. He saw himself standing naked, wearing a ginger wig, matching pale pink padded bra and crotchless panties and with his stiff penis sticking out plus pink lipstick (that he had amateurishly applied) daubed around his lips. Margaret spoke again. "Maybe I should rephrase the question, Mark, it looks like it surprised you a little. Have you ever felt a long hard stiff slippery object being pushed inside your arse and enjoy your cock twitching in response?" Mark shook his head. "Excellent. We both enjoy watching a man the first time he lubricates himself and pushes something inside himself. However, before we continue with that, you've had a couple of cups of tea I notice and I think it is a while since you left to come here, do you need to go to the bathroom before we continue? Edith and I both know full well how a full bladder can be a distraction to a man's sexual urges and we would hate for you to feel at a disadvantage." As it happened, this very question had flitted in and out of Mark's mind despite of being overloaded by all the new experiences so far. "Yes, I could do with a moment to sort that out" "Good. What we offer men in such situations is to have a piss in the garden for us. Just over there is a door to the patio outside - it is completely shielded by shrubs so you won't be seen by anybody else. One of the things we enjoy watching is a man with a hard cock pissing freely without having to worry about his erection. Not that I have been in the situation myself but it must be so degrading to have to sit on the toilet seat and push your cock down into the bowl so that you can relieve yourself without spraying it everywhere. What better that to have the full freedom, in the fresh air to just stand dressed as you are now and let you hard cock pee wherever it wants?" There really wasn't an answer to this question that Mark could think of and the more that was said, the more his need to pee increased. Edith stood up and beckoned Mark to follow her - Margaret stood and walked behind him as they went towards the glass doors leading to the patio. Edith turned the key in the lock and opened them. Just outside, as they had said was a small area of patio with large shrubs to either side. Beyond lay a wide green lawn but no houses could be seen above the trees at the far end. Mark knew that Foster Street was at the edge of the town and there were acres of fields between it and the nearest village. "Out you go - stand in the middle of the patio for us and face towards us" Mark complied. It was neither a hot or a cold day and the slight breeze that he could feel at the places where he wasn't wearing women's underwear was surprising pleasant. "A little more to the left - that's it perfect. Now, please stroke your penis for us again. Make it nice and stiff until it is hot and your balls are aching. Then just piss for us" Mark did as he was told. He cock was already quite hard and as he stroked he felt it twitching in response, especially as his finger tips touched himself ever so gently. He took a moment to finger his cockhead, all around the ridge of his throbbing helmet and it rose further into the air, slightly above horizontal. Then he focused his mind on using his cock for its other purpose. He took his time, trying to make sure he put on a good show for the two elderly ladies who were watching him. His cock got warmer from the piss inside as it started to flow until... "Lovely - really lovely. What a beautiful hard cock peeing for us - keep going" His piss shot across the terracotta slabs of the patio, splashing loudly. He looked down to see the yellow puddles of liquid bouncing of the ground and his stream of urine spurting though the air adding to it. As the two women had suspected - and hoped for - his bladder was quite full and he continued for some while. The only time he had a piss at the same time as an erection was occasionally in the shower. The one at home didn't have much power but occasionally when he stayed somewhere with a forceful shower he would enjoy standing in the bath and pointing his cock upwards and peeing all over his body before turning the shower on. It was a rare but luxurious pleasure to spray himself with the warm yellow liquid before wanking himself under the hot flowing water until it mixed with his spunk. His mind returned to the present as the torrent of piss turned into a trickle and then stopped altogether. "Thank-you for your display, Mark, I found it most... invigorating. Now let's go and get warm again and see what other new experiences we can find for you. Let's go to the 'doing' rug shall we?" The three of them re-entered the house and rather than returning to where they had been seated previously, Mark was led to the other end of the large reception room. There he saw two sofas either side of a large circular rug. The women took one sofa each. "Kneel down on the rug on all fours for us, Mark, there's a good boy" Mark did as he was asked, cock twitching. "We had this end of the room set up exactly to our own specifications. It is rather unusual as you will see - I hope you like it" Margaret reached to her side and picked up a device, not unlike a small television remote and pressed a button. The carpet that Mark knelt willing exposed on started to rotate slowly beneath him until he was facing towards both of them. "When we started to have male visitors it was sometimes frustrating that we couldn't always see everything that they had on offer so we had a turntable installed beneath the rug. We call it the 'doing' rug but in fact it is really the 'Dewing' rug. One of our... um... gentleman visitors is Mr. Dewing. He loved to come and put on a show for us. He always liked to let his pubic hair grow nice and long and he loved to jack himself off for us - long and hard. Anyway - one day he got fed up turning to face us all the time so he offered to build us this. It works wonderfully well and allows us to see all our guests enjoying themselves from any angle we choose. He has moved away now and retired many years ago but he still visits occasionally to check up on us and we check up on him as well. He takes longer to get himself hard these days but he kneels there - just where you are now and we tell him about all the pleasure the 'Dewing' rug has given to so many men and to us as well. We will probably describe the performance you are about to give us to him - mentioning no names of course. So your display today will help an old man shoot his spunk one more time - how does that sound?' Mark responded by saying that it sounded excellent and he would be honoured to be talked about. His cock responded too by displaying a first drop of pre-cum for Edith and Margaret. Edith spoke from behind him: "Wonderful, now just lubricate your arsehole with this for us and then we can all enjoy exploring it together..." Mark was about to get up and turn around but then he felt the "ground" move beneath him and remembered where he was. He waited - kneeling - hard cock and balls sticking out beneath him through the hole in his crotchless panties - as he was turned around. When the rug stopped again, Edith held out a small jar to him - the lid was in her other hand. "I don't mind what position you get into - just spread this around your arse and make it nice and slippery - stick you fingers inside yourself as well" Mark did as he was told, leaning forward onto his chest with his bottom in the air - the thin strip of lace from the knickers that separated his buttocks was in full view. The rug moved again but he didn't want or need to know where it was going to next. He put his left forefinger into the jar of thick sticky 'liquid' and lifted up as much as he could with his finger tip - he then put both of his hands behind him and spread his legs wider to allow him full access. Using his right hand to pull the strip of fabric to one side, he slowly slid his finger inside and found himself letting out an involuntary groan. "Very good - you obviously enjoyed that. Keep going...." He pushed his finger deeper in, not quite sure whether to keep it pointing straight or not but instinctively he found himself bending it to fit his own anatomy. He could feel the coolness spreading up beyond his sphincter and he moved his finger around to explore new areas. "Mmmm... push it in and out - let us see you fingering your own arse hole..." Mark did as instructed. All of this was becoming scarily normal. He moved his finger in and out of himself, fast at first but then more slowly. He found the gentle gradually movement of his finger up his bum intoxicating. "Now - I wonder if you would like to try this..." He felt something being pushed into the palm of his hand and grabbed it. He was worldly wise enough to know what sort of thing it might be but he didn't look. Indeed, he suddenly realised that his eyes were closed, maybe to help him concentrate on these new sensations. The shape of the object was just what he expected - long and thin. It was metallic and as he moved it between his fingers he could tell instantly which end was which" "Please... "Said Edith in a soft yet urgent voice, "put it inside you" Mark moved the object to the right position and moved the tip to the mouth of his arsehole - then pushed the tip inside gently. The object was slightly wider than his finger had been and he could immediately tell the difference. Its smooth texture also appealed to him and he pushed it in further - rotating it a little and feeling each inch of it against his arsehole and beyond. He began to move it in and out, slowly, smoothly; grateful for the lubrication and revelling in what he must look like to Edith and Margaret. Beneath him, he knew his cock was rock hard now and twitching in response to his actions. "Lovely. Thank-you for you sharing your arse with us in this way. Thank-you for everything you have been willing to do" Mark moaned slightly and continued, feeling oddly proud that he could do something that someone else needed to see so much. "I don't know if you have wondered about what we are feeling. We both enjoy men exposing themselves for us, pleasuring themselves for our pleasure without inhibition, especially things that they have never done before. It does make us both very wet. Let us watch you for a little bit longer and then we can turn you around and as you make that toy vibrate deep inside you, we can decide which of our cunts you are going to lick until you get fresh juices all over your tongue..." More chapters to follow are already in my head but it takes time to write them so you may need to be patience. Thank-you for the positive feedback so far. Number 86 Ch. 04 This is the continuing story of Mark's experiences at number 86. This story is fictitious and all characters depicted are 18 or over. Any resemblance to anyone real is purely a fortunate coincidence on their part if this is what they enjoy. * Chapter 4 Mark pushed the toy in and out of his arse for a little while longer as Edith and Margaret watched him. Over the years they had encouraged many men - aged from 20 to 65 do many things for them and enjoyed them all. They loved the sight of a hard cock and of men who willingly displayed it for them and found that although many were reluctant at first most found exhibiting their sexual behaviour to two old women satisfying in the extreme. Mark had behaved - learnt to behave - exactly how they like visitors to number 86 to behave. As with Mark, the sisters would often start of by mentioning something sexual, almost in passing and watch carefully to see how the man reacted. They prided themselves on knowing who they could ask a pertinent question to and over time they were seldom wrong. Only a few men were too shocked when a woman at an explicit statement and when they were it was simply a case of the other sister apologising for her sibling's remark and nothing more was said. That was what had happened many years ago when Mr 'Dewing' - who had constructed the 'Dewing' or 'Doing' rug mechanism had originally visited to repair their washing machine and he had never looked back. "What is your favourite position for masturbating yourself, Mark?" asked Edith Mark considered the question "I do like watching myself standing in front of a mirror and cumming all over the glass", Mark responded -- especially in the open air but I only ever did that once in a remote area of Wales where I was on holiday. It is also nice to go into a quite end stall in the 'gents', close the door and stroke myself slowly while listening to the noises outside until my cum dribbles down the cubicle wall "I don't know if you will be a regular visitor - that is up to you. However, for those who do come to see us often - and 'cum' for us - we like to keep a box of the things that they enjoy so that they are available for them each time they... visit. For instance, just in case you choose to return, we will put all of those sissy clothes of yours and that toy into a box so that it will all be available" "Now - you look like you have dribbled a lot of pre-cum now and managed to avoid cumming so let's turn you around and take a look at you shall we?" The rug turned again. Both sisters had moved to one end of their sofas so that they were nearer to one another and Mark was turned to face them. "Would you like to see the choice of cunts - one of which you will be able to give a good licking to?" Mark nodded keenly. Both sisters stood up and Mark looked up at them, their skirts flowing down to the floor. Edith and Margaret reached to their sides and undid the clasps and moved their skirts to one side and over the arm of the sofa. "Maybe we can find you a nice skirt to wear if you visit us again" Underneath they were wearing nothing - their pussies open to the air. Both of their lips looked puffy, swollen and slightly moist but that wasn't what Mark noticed first. The sisters were different in one major respect. While Edith clearly shaved around her pussy carefully and often so that her skin was as smooth as glass and everything was on display, Margaret was the complete opposite. Her pubic hair - a mixture between ginger and brunette - was long and wavy and glistened from the dampness of her cunt. "There - I don't know which cunt you prefer, Mark, but the choice isn't yours. Well maybe it is just a little. Margaret and I like to play a game and guess how long a man's stiff penis is. Whoever can guess the closest gets to have her pussy licked. We have got quite good at guessing over the years. One thing that is important is to measure your erection correctly. We don't hold much with metric units. Some things are best measured in old units. Beer should be measured in pints, race tracks in furlongs and a man's cock should always - but always - be measured in inches. Now let us both have a good clear look at yours and then we will guess" Mark decided the best way would be to kneel so he did so and then raised himself into the air a little bit more so that his bum - with toy still inserted - and erect penis were both closer to the sisters. "Excellent - that gives us a good clear view of what you have been displaying for us so far this morning. I guess six and three-eights inches", said Edith. "Six and a half inches" responded Margaret, "Now Mark, take this measure and show us how big a boy you really are" Mark reached out his hand and took the ruler. In his early twenties, in between girlfriends, he had wondered whether the size of his cock was enough to please a woman and measured it for fun. He had forgotten doing so until now and had laughed about it to himself later but here it was doing it again - for an audience! He put the end of the ruler next to his pubic bone and his cock rose up to touch it. "Read it out for us please" He looked down at the lines on the ruler very carefully. "Six and five either inches" Margaret smiled - "I hope you like nice hairy pussies like mine" Mark replied that he had experienced both shaved and unshaved women and that he was happy to pleasure either. "The two important things are to focus on the needs of the woman and pleasure her right and to enjoy the smell and taste of all her juices" "Come over here then and show me" Mark moved towards Margaret, shuffling on his knees. "Don't forget to turn on the toy in your arse before you start" said Edith from behind him, "that will help you focus and give me a thrill too" Mark did as he was bidden, reaching behind and pushing the button at the end of the long metallic toy that was still embedded deep inside him. He instantly felt the hum which was more powerful than he imagined it would be as it rubbed against and inside his lubricated arsehole. Then he lent forward towards Margaret and started to lick her gently. He could feel all of her pussy hairs rubbing against his face. Like his balls, he kept his face clean shaven as well and he found himself taking big sniffs of Margaret's cunt as he licked her steadily. She wriggled in response and he could here some initial moans which helped reassure him that he was on target. He ran his tongue all over her - gently on her clit, deep into her pussy and the occasional lick around her arse too. She lifted his head away from her for a moment. "Not too fast, Mark, I want it to last longer and the only way I can do that is to make you stop occasionally. How is the toy?" "Throbbing deep", Mark replied, "it is making my bollocks ache" "Good, said Edith "There is one other thing that slipped my mind" "One of our other gentleman friends, Kevin, is due to visit us today. In a little while in fact. He will be quite happy to wait and to spend time with us later while we focus on you until will are allowed you to shoot your spunk for us. However, there is another option if you would prefer. I don't know if you have any experiences of other men's cocks - not many men do? If you would like, we can continue as we are for a little while longer and then we can bring Kevin in so that you can stroke his cock for him. We rarely get that pleasure these days and it is such an erotic sight to see one man stroking another's hard cock -- especially if it is a new experience for him. Kevin's box has a blindfold in as that is something that he enjoys. Would you like us to invite him in so that you can rub his stiff prick for him -- and for us - would you prefer to spend the time showing us your juicy cum instead?" * The remaining chapters are starting to shape in my head but it takes time to write them so you may need to be patient... Thank-you for the positive feedback thus far. Number 86 Ch. 05 This is the continuing story of Mark's experiences at number 86. This story is fictitious and all characters depicted are 18 or over. Any resemblance to anyone real is purely a fortunate coincidence on their part if this is what they enjoy. * Mark was amused by how Edith and Margaret had managed to surprise him again. Since he had arrived at Number 86 for a chat with these two old women who he visited from time to time, they had encouraged him to get undressed, wank for them, dress up for them, pee in the garden for them with a full hard-on, play with his arse for them and insert a toy and finally lick one of their pussies. Now he was being asked if he would like to play with the cock of a blindfolded man who he didn't know and letting the two sisters watch him doing it. He wasn't gay and had never even seen another man's hard cock in the flesh. However, he was curious and had wondered what it would be like. This was a chance to see what it would be like for real. As everything was out in the open - quite literally - it didn't take him very long to decide... "Excellent - I'm so pleased you feel that rubbing a nice hard prick for us will excite you, Mark. I'll go and get everything ready for when Kevin arrives while you continue to lick my sister's wet hairy cunt" Mark leant forward again, still feeling the vibrations inside his arsehole and started to lick again. Every pussy is different - every cunt has it own shape, texture and taste - and smell. Mark had made a few women cum by licking them over the years, both old girlfriends and the odd one-night stands. He loved the reaction he got from performing cunnilingus - moving his tongue from spot to spot - trying to assess how each touch was being received and focusing on where it got the best reaction. He was obviously on track. Margaret's juices were running down him and mixing with his saliva as she bucked and wriggled in ecstasy. Her moans grew slowly louder and louder until she gave a sudden part-muffled scream as she enjoyed an intense orgasm while obviously trying not to be too loud. She lay back onto the chair and Mark sat upright again. It took a few moments before she felt able to speak. "Thank-you - that was a wonderful licking you gave me, Mark. You seemed to find some spots that few do. Look at all my cum all around your face. At this point, some would suggest wiping it all off but I love to see it - nice and sticky all around your face and later on when it has dried. Dried sexual juices are so enticing don't you think? They can show what someone has been up to long after they have finished. Dried cum is good too - perhaps if you come to see us both again, you can spurt your spunk on some cloth each time and let it dry - a cum rag - we both enjoy a good sniff of a man's cum rag... While we wait for Edith to prepare Kevin for you, why don't you sit down next to me so that we can chat? Let me see you slide that toy out of your arse first though! Mark faced away from Edith and bend forward. Then he reached behind him and very slowly slid the throbbing metallic shaft out for her, placed it on the floor and sat down on the sofa. "I do like a man who can lick pussies well and it certainly seems like you knew what to do. The first time I had my cunt licked... by a man... was as an undergraduate. A friend suggested that all her girlfriends have a weekend away in a big old house she knew. There was a very odd - old - piece of furniture there, part sofa, part bed. One of the seat cushions had a hole in it that had obviously always been there. She told us it was a 'licking-seat'. All of the cushions could be lifted off and underneath there was room for someone to lie beneath with enough room for the cushions to be put back on again. The only part of the person them you could see was their head which stuck up through the hole in the cushion. Once they were incarcerated, anyone who wished to could sit comfortably back on the cushions and spread their legs so the head of the person underneath was perfectly placed to lick them. My friend Lucy - who was always the flirtiest had encouraged a young man who we didn't know to join us. With a bit of lustful persuasion and the promise of an orgasm later on he got inside so that his face - and tongue - were just in the right place for everyone. Then we each took turns sitting down with our legs apart so that he could enjoy each of our cunts in time until we came. I don't remember how many times but he certainly had a lot of stamina! and several of my friends went back for more!" Margaret stood up and asked Mark to help her move one of the sofas back a little. She then put two chairs side by side in the open area containing the 'dewing' rug. "Kevin will sit on one and you can sit on the other. We would both like to be able to see both Kevin's cock as you fondle it for him and how your own cock reacts as a result. Which would suit you better - the left chair or the one on the right? Mark was quite ambidextrous and would often swap hands when he was playing with his penis alone. He chose the left hand chair so that he could wank Kevin using his right hand. "I didn't hear the doorbell' "No. Kevin is always extremely keen to spend time with us and always arrives right on time. I expect Edith was looking out for him and opened the front door before he had even rung the bell." "I do hope you will come and visit us again after today, Mark. It has been so exhilarating and you have been so kind to share your body so openly and completely with us. You seem to have enjoyed the clothing that was chosen for you. It makes you look such a slut doesn't it?" Mark nodded "Next time, maybe we will let you choose your own naughty, dirty, sexy clothes to wear. You could either get them before you arrive and surprise us or we keep a large wardrobe for our gentlemen visitors to choose from and you could give us a floor show to allow you to try different things on. Some of our guests say that while they find ordering things from sex shops to wear can make them very horny they never know quite what will suit them the most." Margaret and Mark's chance of small talk was interrupted by the door opposite opening. Edith entered but Mark was distracted by the almost naked man who entered in front of her. He was about 5' 8" and far closer to 'Joe Public' than a porn stallion. He had dark hair on his hair and chest, a slightly chubby tummy and quite a long cock and big bollocks that were sticking out a hole in the latex briefs that he was wearing. As promised he was also wearing a blindfold that covered his eyes completely and was carrying a wide cardboard box with the word 'Kevin' written on with marker pen. "This is Kevin", said Edith guiding him by his waist to the chair next to Mark. She turned him around and pushed down gently on his shoulders indicating that he should sit down, which he did. "Although Kevin enjoys playing with his stiff prick for us and wanking his spunk all over himself, he is happy for someone else to do it for him today. Have a look in his box and see if there is anything that you would like to use." Mark took the box from Kevin and opened it on his own lap. The first thing he saw was an extendable pole. "That is a spreader bar. Take it out and have a look at it. The two loops at each end go around Kevin's ankles and you can make the pole longer so that Kevin's legs are kept nice and wide so that you can get full access to everything you need to all the time. Mark took the pole and knelt down to put it on as Edith had described. He moved Kevin's feet further apart until his legs were spread well open. He looked up into Kevin's crotch and saw his cock start to grow heavier. What he was doing and looking at felt dirty but at the same time irresistible. "Kevin always enjoys that part. He is also a whimperer. As he gets close to cumming he moans more and more at a higher and higher pitch because he becomes so desperate. I don't know whether you would like witness that as you stroke his cock and balls or not? If not, there is a ball-gag in the box that we sometimes use. You can still hear him even when it muffles him but he has told us he enjoys that as well, haven't you?" Kevin nodded silently. Mark decided against the ball gag and sat back on the chair next to Kevin and instinctively reached out to touch his cock. "We knew you would like this. Just play with him however you wish. Handle any part of him that you want to. If you want to access his arse just ask him to slide forward a little. All men like to be touched in different ways at different stages of sexual excitement. You could do what you enjoy most to see if he likes it too. Alternately, you can do things that you would definitely not like as well in order to tease him. Its up to you." Mark had been looking at Edith and Margaret as they spoke. They hadn't put their skirts back on yet and their legs were spread so that their juicy pussies were in full view. He wondered if Edith had been dressed when she opened the front door? He turned a little more towards Kevin while making sure his cock and balls could be seen clearly by the two sisters. Kevin's bollocks were pushed up by his latex 'knickers' and above them his cock was semi-erect. Mark guessed that Kevin was someone who had chosen never to shave his pubes like he had. He was a little bit hairy - the typical curly, spiky pubic hair - but it wasn't over long as a result of shaving it in the past. He guessed that Kevin was in his late forties tried to imagine what he must be thinking all trussed up and not being able to see but knowing that his genitals were about to be explored for him. Mark cupped Kevin's balls to feel their weight and shape and squeezed them very gently. He always enjoyed doing the same to his own and he smiled inside when the phrase 'your sweaty bollocks' popped into his head. Kevin's were indeed sweaty but not in an unpleasant way after athletic activity. Rather, the film of perspiration that he felt as he fondled them bounce and roll between his fingers felt so natural. Now to Kevin's cock. Although slightly shorter than Mark's own it felt heavier in his hand as he started to lift it up. He could feel it move slightly and wondered if the sisters could see that yet. To entertain them further, he started to gently tease it, running his fingers along the full length of Kevin's shaft as started to swell, and - once his foreskin exposed his cock head, he began to run his fingers all around it. "That's really nice, Mark, it looks like you are enjoying Kevin's predicament and what he has between his legs. Neither of you have cum yet today. Please take your time with Kevin and get him there really slowly. It will be good to hear him whine at your hands when he starts to get close. Let's leave until he gets close to cumming before we decide what to do with his warm spunk and how to make best use of it afterwards. Later on we can see how much of it YOU can produce for us both and in what way. Edith hasn't cum yet and I think she should have that pleasure before you shoot your load for us. Maybe she would like to push a strap-on up your arse?" There are still 2 or 3 chapters of Number 86 still to go and I hope you are enjoying the story. Thank-you for the kind feedback from those who have sent it in. I suspect that this story could be seen as too much of a mish-mash of styles and different type of sexual behaviour not all of which suit everyone. It is probably possible to take just one of the things that Mark experienced and expand it into a single story. However Mark has had a very busy sexually exciting day so far and I hope you have found it... stimulating. Number 86 Ch. 06 This is the penultimate chapter of Mark's varied experiences at number 86. This story is fictitious and all characters depicted are 18 or over. Any resemblance to anyone real is purely a fortunate coincidence on their part if this is what they enjoy. * Kevin sat almost motionless on his chair, his legs kept apart by the spreader bar on the floor and his large bollocks and half erect cock sticking out of the hole in the latex pants that he wore. Mark - in his sissy clothes and pink lipstick - was sitting next to Kevin fondling his cock and balls for him. His own cock was stiff too, sticking out of the crotchless pastel coloured panties but it remained unsatisfied. With each touch of Kevin's cock, Mark was imagining how it would feel on his own and watching it twitch in the air sympathetically. Edith and Margaret - sitting on the sofa opposite with spread legs and moist pussies watched with satisfaction as Mark played with another man's cock for the first time in his life. "Tell us what that feels like, Mark" "His skin is really smooth. I love the feel of his bollocks - the soft skin, wispy hair and their shape and texture. When I rub my own balls, it is different because I can feel how aroused I am getting as I stroke myself. Playing with someone else's separates what I can feel through my fingertips from what I am feeling inside." Mark moved his hand to Kevin's stiff shaft, stroking it up and down lightly and feeling it growing stiffer in his hand until it was so erect the foreskin was pulled back to expose the cock head. Mark moved his fingers around the ridge of Kevin's helmet and elicited a moan of pleasure from him in return. "His cock is so warm - almost glowing with heat which I can see too. When I squeeze him, I can feel him pulsating in my hand in response. I love the ridge around his cock head and his piss slit - I always find that so arousing but I forget to enjoy it for myself sometimes. I am so focused on my impending orgasm and making it arrive slowly that maybe I don't always enjoy my cock to the full?" "See if you can make him produce some pre-cum for us, Mark" Mark obliged and moved his hand up and down Kevin's erection some more, moving the palm of his hand over the cock head each time he reached it. Each time Kevin's arousal intensified, he moved his hand back onto his bollocks and played with them lightly until Kevin's whimpering subsided again. Kevin's hands were holding on tightly to the sides of his seat. "I think there is a scarf in Kevin's box, Mark. Why don't you tie his hands behind his back for him? He does like that and it will make him feel more exposed and... vulnerable." Mark did as Edith instructed, reaching for the scarf and tying Kevin's wrists loosely but firmly behind him. He watched his cock move involuntarily in response. "He is really nice and stiff now - almost good enough to eat. You could taste him if you wanted to." Mark was a little surprised by Margaret's suggestion. He hadn't been thinking about such a thing but the new idea of sucking a man's cock - putting it into his mouth and running his tongue all around him was overwhelming, especially in his current state of sexual excitement. He stood up and knelt between Kevin's legs pausing for a moment to take in how his cock and balls looked from this new perspective. He reached out and lifted Kevin's penis into the air and held it there - hard, warm and engorged. Then he leant forward and licked his bollocks. It wasn't too long since he had been licking a cunt and the differences surprised him at first. He ran his tongue all around Kevin's ball-sacks discovering the areas that felt smooth and the ones which were rougher. He hadn't appreciated how less sensitive his fingertips were until he started licking. Moving his head away for a moment, he lowered Kevin's cock towards him and started to lick the head, running his tongue all around the slit tasting the pre-cum that had dribbled out of it so far. "Do you like that, Mark? I think that semen is a very acquired taste. I wonder how often you have eaten your own spunk before? Some of our visitors love eating both their juices and that of other men as well. A lot of men tell us about how they lie back and shoot their cum over themselves before scooping it up into their mouths with their fingers afterwards. One gentleman likes to cum onto a plate or into a glass or spoon before eating it all up. Last time he was here we persuaded him to shoot his load into a full yogurt pot, mix his sperm into it and then eat both cum and dessert for us using his fingers - it was wonderful. Mark - turned on even more by the sister's story - now had even more of Kevin's cock in his mouth but he still wanted more. He pushed his head forward so that a couple more inches of the shaft went into his mouth and down his throat. Kevin's whined in response as Mark felt the hard, wide erect cock filling him. "I think he is getting really close now. It would be a shame not to see him shoot his spunk when he comes. Why don't you stroke him with you hand again until he sprays his seed all over your face for us? You already have dried pussy juices on your face - we would like to see dried man spunk over you as well." Mark slowly - slightly reluctantly - pulled his head backwards letting Kevin's erection slide out of his mouth inch by inch. Then he started to stroke him gradually towards orgasm. He felt the 'Dewing' rug rotate beneath him slightly, presumably so that the sisters got the best view of what was about to happen. "When he is about to cum, close your eyes and just let it shoot all over you. I love fresh warm spunk covering me like that and how it smells and tastes. It isn't good when if it goes in your eyes though! We would like to see it dribbling down your face and gradually drying on you. Don't worry where it goes. You can lick any that lands around your mouth but don't wipe any of his sperm off with your hands please." Mark closed his eyes and found that increased his other senses, especially that of touch as he held a stiff cock in front of him, stroking it close to his face. Even the air between the too of them felt noticeably warmer. Kevin's needs became more urgent as he rubbed him, he was thrusting himself back and forward slightly and - as promised - his whimpering became really intense. Suddenly - but predictability - he let out a loud grunt and Mark felt spasms in Kevin's cock and pulses in the veins that ran all along his shaft. A large globe of spunk landed squarely on Mark's forehead where it started to dribble down slowly. Margaret and Edith could see how Kevin's first shot of cum was thick and globular in the middle and more watery around the edges. "It looks like you've been saving that for us, haven't you Kevin?" Kevin nodded as more spurts of cum arced in the air onto Mark's face, a couple more onto his forehead and then lower down onto his nose, lips and neck. Mark couldn't resist and started to lick his lips and taste Kevin's full load instead of the pre-orgasm juices he had had before. Gradually Kevin's moans got less as he slowly stopped ejaculating for Mark and their audience. Mark knelt still, feeling all the spunk slowing running down him and gradually drying. After a few minutes and more licks of his lips, he could finally taste no more of Kevin's wet semen. "Thank-you - both of you. That was a fine display. Kevin - you - and we - know that you will be able to cum for us again later. Why don't we just leave you here for the moment and you can listen to what we get up to? Mark - I think I would like to fuck your arse for you now. You lubricated it really well for us so I'm sure you will be able to accommodate me. I'll just get what I need and then you can find out what having an old lady with a double strap on cock fucking you feels like..." Margaret reached out for Mark's hand and lifted it encouraging him to stand up. "Don't open your eyes yet - just come with me." Mark followed as he was let around the room, carefully avoiding items of furniture. "Right - feel forward and lean over this for me." Mark reached out and touched what felt like a tall footstool with a padded cushion. "Now let's get you ready for Edith to fuck, shall we? Bend over and make sure your arse is nice and available. Now let's pull those knickers down so that they don't get in the way, just down to your knees. Spread your legs wider so that they don't roll down. I always think having a man with his sissy clothes only partly on is a wonderful sight. Okay - reach behind you and pull your buttocks apart with your hands. Excellent - grasp them nice and tight please. I'm now going to lubricate you ready for when Edith enters you - I don't think it will be too cold and you already know what it feels like don't you..." Mark felt himself getting more aroused as a result of what Margaret was saying and doing to him. His bollocks ached once more and his urges to cum got stronger. "Very good Mark. Now Edith won't be long. She especially likes it when the gentlemen who are allow her to service her needs are polite, so when she is ready, ask her to fuck you nicely. She will enjoy that." Mark did as he was instructed, keeping his eyes closed but hearing various noises and a little bit of movement. A few minutes passed. "You can open your eyes now", said Edith from just behind him. He opened his eyes at last - slowly - to get accustomed to the daylight once again and partly because of where Kevin's spunk had landed around his eyes and was now drying crustily. He found himself looking into the tall mirror that he had been wanking in front of before. This time though, he was bent over a cushioned stool as he had suspected and he could see all the dried semen covering his face and neck. "Don't you look like a dirty slut, Mark, covered by Kevin's fresh spunk?" Kevin moaned in response from somewhere behind him. Looking over his shoulder he saw Edith who was now completely naked except from a large, realistic cock that was sticking out in front of her. Once again, these two old women had succeeded in doing things that he would never have imagined. "Please will you fuck me, Edith", Mark said quietly, "I am looking forward to feeling you inside of me" "Of course I will, Mark, and thank-you for asking so nicely. This is a double-ended dildo, Mark. One end is nicely embedded inside me and I can make it vibrate to bring me to orgasm. The other end - which you are looking at - is going to go into your arsehole as I enjoy fucking you at the same time." * Thank-you for the kind feedback from those who have sent it in. There is one more chapter left to go when Mark finally gets the opportunity to cum for Edith and Margaret in what I hope is a surprising way... Number 86 Ch. 07 (Final) This is the final chapter of Mark's experiences with the two old sisters at number 86. This story is fictitious and all characters depicted are 18 or over. Any resemblance to anyone real is purely a fortunate coincidence on their part if this is what they enjoy. * Mark watched himself in the mirror as he bent over the stool. His face was covered by dried cum - both male and female and the pink lipstick that he had applied himself was smudged beyond redemption. Looking up above his head behind him, he watched as Edith moved forward and slowly slid the realistic, veined dildo into his arse. Mark grunted again. "I really loved it when you did that to yourself for us earlier", said Margaret, out of sight behind him, "and how you enjoyed lubricating yourself and putting your finger right inside. Now Edith is going to go just that little bit further. I hope you both enjoy fucking one another?" Edith pulled the dildo out a little and pressed a small button on the belt that she wore to support it - a vibrating noise was immediately audible in the room and Edith could feel it inside her. Mark too could feel the vibrations in the toy inside him as he waited for Edith to continue. Edith loves doing this to gentleman visitors. In fact, although she was quite capable as guessing the length of a man's erection more accurately, she enjoyed not doing so in order to have this... very special... sexual thrill. She pushed herself in and out slowly at first and not too deep, looking into the mirror at Mark's sex covered face and watching his reactions as she fucked him. The pleasure grew inside her slowly and she was experienced enough to change the tempo as needed to satisfy her wanton needs without climaxing too quickly. Mark grunted in response and from behind, Margaret could see by how hard his cock was, hanging in the air out of contact with the stool, which he was very turned on by what was going on. Edith thrust harder and faster and Mark felt the veins of the toy rubbing against him deep within now. The steady rhythm was steadily bringing Edith to the point where she gasped and moaned with pleasure at each thrust. Mark had never been in such a situation before - or even close to it. The girlfriends he had been with over the years would have said that this was kinky in the extreme and he couldn't have argued any differently but it sure felt good! Edith put on a final series of deep, long thrusts and watched Mark's face intently as she came hard, wave after wave of lustful pleasure overwhelming. Finally, her thrusts got less and less; shallower and shallower until she withdrew the toy from Mark's arsehole and stood up to catch her breath. "Thank-you Mark - you have such a wonderful arse and I loved watching your dirty face as I fucked you hard. I hope you will always value that experience and choose to do it more in the future. Now - it is finally time for you to cum for us. I know you have waited a long time and we have both been very - entertained - by the show you have been able to put on and how hard your cock has been for most of the time. I expect your bollocks must be really full now and we are going to enjoy watching you empty them for us in the Study." "When Edith says 'The Study', it isn't a room for reading or education", said Margaret, "well not in the traditional sense. It is more a place where we can watch our male visitors show us everything and we can 'study' them doing so! Let's show you shall we?" Mark got up slowly and stretched. Edith hadn't been enjoying his body for too long but it took a moment for him to stretch to get back into shape. "The Study is just down the corridor - come - let us show you" The Sisters, neither of them fully clothed led the way out of the room into the hallway and turned to the left - Mark followed them submissively. "So which naughty sissy boy have you been playing with today" said a voice from half-way down the stairs. "Hello Rachel - this is Mark and he is just going to show us how much spunk he can produce for us - would you like to watch him as well?" "Rachel comes over twice a week to help keep our house in order", explained Edith, "and brings our shopping from the supermarket. She is quite used to how we spend time with our 'guests'." "Yes - give me a moment and I will come and watch too", replied Rachael, "I need to tell my friend Alison that I won't be long - she was at a loose end because she didn't have to work today." "No problem - and if Alison would like to see Mark performing as well, just bring her too." Mark was rather taken aback at all of this. All the time he had been on display for the two sisters in their reception room, no one else had seen what they had persuaded him to get up too. Kevin had been a surprise addition but he had been blindfolded all the time. Edith gave his arse a playful slap and pushed him forward "Come on Mark - let us show you what is in the Study shall we?" They continued to walk down the corridor in a crocodile until Margaret opened a door on the right hand side. Inside was a much smaller room than before with bookshelves around the walls. However, what caught Mark's eye first of all was a small semi-circle of six chairs and a large clear, inflatable object on the floor in front of them. "This is where we bring all of our visitors at sometime or other. We had to get that item specially made for us but it is worth its weight in gold. It is designed for men to fuck using one of the fuck-holes that you can see on top. There are three of slightly different sizes so you can try each one out in turn to see which suits you the best. The reason for it being clear is to allow your audience to see everything as your 'perform for them'. We will be able to see every thrust you make, every time your foreskin rubs back and forward and every drop of spunk that you produce for us. Have a go and see which hole suits you the best" Mark moved forward and leant over the unusual... sex toy... he didn't know what else to call it and as instructed pushed his erect penis into each hole in turn. One was far too tight, one he could wriggle his cock around in but the third was the best fit of all. "Excellent - let me lubricate it ready for you shall I?" Margaret reached for some baby lotion from the shelf to the left and dribbled it around the hole and then drizzled a fraction more onto Mark's penis itself. There was a soft tap at the door. "Come in" Rachel entered the room followed by a slightly younger brunette woman with a large bust. "This is Alison" "Welcome - Mark is just about ready to begin - please choose a seat" All four women sat down and looked at Mark who felt the ultimate slut dressed as he was, covered in dried cum and about to let all of them watch how he like to fuck" "Please continue Mark and as you do, remember all of those horny things that you have done today. Not everyone does all of their things on their first visit to see us but picture whichever of them you like and look at us occasionally as you thrust, especially when you cum! If anyone feels the need to go over to Mark to... encourage him, please feel free to do so." Mark moved forward and pushed his cock inside the hole that Margaret had got ready for him. "Wow - you can see absolutely everything", whispered Alison. Mark started to hump himself for his audience, finding the inflatable sex-toy a perfect fit for where he needed to be. Each time he moved his cock in and out his bollocks bounced up and down beneath him and clearly visible all four the women. Gradually he got more and more aroused by the situation. Four women watching him pushing his cock in and out - as he might do in one of their cunts - so that had a sight that was rare indeed. As he got more desperate to shoot all of his spunk, he started to groan and move himself faster. He thought about Kevin spraying his seed over his face, licking pussy, peeing in the garden and getting dressed in sissy clothes for the two sisters. Although he couldn't see her, Rachel stood up and walked behind him. "Now Mark, it is so nice to see you being such a dirty willing slut and allowing us to watch how desperately you would like to cum for us. I'm going to play with your bottom as you continue to fuck yourself silly. I will enjoy that and hopefully the women will like to watch it too. I don't know if you will but perhaps it will turn you on?" Rachel ran her hands lightly over both of Mark's arse cheeks, feeling the smoothness of his skin. Then to Mark's surprise she smacked him hard. "Keep thrusting you naughty boy. Feel your hard cock rubbing inside that cunt and how it makes all of your spunk well up inside of you" Rachel stroked Mark's arse again and alternated this with several more short smart smacks. Each time Mark grunted and pushed forward and the speed that he was fucking seemed to increase as did his desperate need to ejaculate. Rachel return to her seat sensing how close Mark was to cumming. Images swirled around Mark's head as he felt his cock head getting more and more sensitive. In his minds eye he could see himself shooting his fresh cum into the toy where everyone would be able to see every spurt clearly. That image took him over the edge and he felt the warm spunk rise up from his aching bollocks, along his shaft until he ejaculated forcefully for them all to see. Globs of cum spread around inside the clear plastic pussy that he was fucking and he continued humping and moaning loudly until he was completely drained and his balls were finally emptied. "Thank-you Mark, that was wonderful to watch. I particularly like to see the lustful need in a man's eyes as he cums. You produced loads of man juice so we will have to clean the toy out again now but it was more than worth it!" Mark sat back on the single chair behind him happily exhausted as the women discussed his performance. He glowed with both sated pleasure and pride and the effect that his visit here had had. Edith spoke first. "Now I hope you two young ladies enjoyed Mark's performance. I found it most exhilarating. If it has made you horny and you would like to relieve yourselves separately - or together - you are welcome to do so. I suggest using the room two doors on the left. If you would like to be disturbed and to share what you choose to do with Margaret and I, we would love to watch you both together. Just put a note on the door so we know we can come in and enjoy whatever sexual behaviour you choose to do with you." Rachel and Alison made their excuses and left together and Edith went to fetch Mark's clothes from where he had left them hours ago. While she was there she also untied Kevin but left him blindfolded ready for later. "Now get yourself dressed, Mark, I think you need a little time to recover after today but you are welcome to visit us again any time." Margaret brought out a box with 'Mark' written on it in marker pen and as he took each item of his sissy clothes off they were placed into it. Eventually he was fully dressed again and almost looked as he had done when he had called at the door. All that was left was the dried spunk and pussy juices on his face and the smeared pink lipstick. "Here are some baby wipes for you. We ask all of our visitors to wait until after they have left the house before wiping their faces. That way we can watch from the window and see each one clean himself carefully while walking down the driveway. It sort of... encourages them. We do go away occasionally to stay with some of our gentlemen friends who don't live in the town now but if we are away, you can always visit Dawn and Basil who live across the road at number 83 and say that we sent you. They have been known to do some REALLY naughty things." Thank-you for the kind feedback from those who have sent it in. That was the final chapter of our story featuring Edith, Margaret, Mark, Kevin, Rachel and Alison. I hope you found the story entertaining and that is provided with you with a little bit of relief from day to day life.