1 comments/ 17544 views/ 4 favorites The King and I Ch. 01 By: fabfables This is the first part of a multi-part story. It sets the scene for the rest of the action. I woke up to a blow job. It was still dark and I couldn't see who it was but I was too exhausted to care. I lay back and let whoever it was swallow my rapidly growing cock, sucking me in as I hardened. Whoever it was certainly knew what they were doing and it wasn't long before I was shooting what little I had left into their mouth, hearing them slurp it all up, feeling them gulp it down. It had been one hell of a night. It was hard to believe it all started because I was involved in amateur dramatics. Totally sated I drifted back into sleep thinking about how the evening had begun. I don't recall how it happened, but when I was still at school I was persuaded to join the school theatre group. Once I started though I was hooked. There was something about legitimately becoming someone else, of throwing aside your normal public face and if the part required it, behaving totally outrageously, that really connected. I suppose it was because I had this ability to let rip, not to be frightened, that I sort of graduated to the extreme parts. In my first year at University I got the Yul Brynner role in "The King and I". I had a good voice and although this wasn't my sort of music, no one else came near at the auditions. It wasn't essential to shave my head, but the producer thought that if I were willing it would help, since his performance was the definitive one in the eye of the public. This was in the early 1970s, when very long hair was the norm, so knowing that when I hit the streets my shiny pate would really stand out, I put it off for a while, figuring to wait until closer to the dress rehearsals. Like me the female lead wasn't the obvious choice. She was quite a bit older than Anna should have been; in fact our ages were probably reversed from what the parts demanded, she being in her mid-30s. But, she had a great semi-operatic voice and good stage presence, plus she was a much better actor then I was ever likely to be. She had been at drama school, but pregnancy and marriage (in that order I gathered) had ruined her chances. She was divorced now and apparently there were no children around. So, like any amateur group we made the best of what we had. I soon found that although my voice was good for a pub band it wasn't really up to the sort of singing we had to do in this show and early on it showed signs of giving out. Anna (I won't use her real name) offered to give me some voice coaching and take me through some of our more complex scenes together. To my surprise we got on really well and with her help both my singing and acting improved enormously. As we got closer to the production date I decided it was time to do the deed and shave my head. I cut it back very hard with scissors and then tried an electric razor across the top. I made a right mess and it looked awful. When I went to my next rehearsal session with Anna at her house, I wore a woolly cap to hide the awful state of my scalp. Anna saw the mess and offered to finish it off for me. She said she couldn't concentrate with that awful sight in front of her. She took me into her kitchen and sat me on a stool, wrapping a towel round my neck. She filled a bowl with warm water and then started smoothing shaving cream over my head. I was wondering how she happened to have any when, as if reading my mind, she said, "I use this for shaving my legs," she paused, "and if you believe that you will believe anything!" She laughed and so did I. She carried on with smoothing in the shaving cream, massaging my scalp. I started to feel slightly uncomfortable. I thought of her as a friend but the sort of slow stroking of my head she was doing seemed just a little more friendly than normal. She started shaving me then, slowly taking the razor over my scalp, wiping it on a towel, then again, slowly and quite languorously working her way across my head. She finished I thought, then wiped the soap from my head, and ran her fingers across the smooth skin, covering every inch of my scalp with a soft gentle touch. "Not smooth enough" she said and immediately soaped up my head again and repeating the process. Again she wiped the skin free of soap, then took a soft damp cloth and smoothed it across the head, gently removing every trace of soap. I started to get up, thanking her but she pulled me back onto the chair. "Your scalp isn't used to this," she said, "it will need some protection." She splashed some lotion on my naked scalp and began gently smoothing it in. Her soft fingers on my naked scalp were quite stimulating and to my embarrassment I became quite hard. My arousal was not eased by my realising that her touch on my scalp was changing, her strokes across my hand becoming somehow almost erotic. Her breath in my ear was harsh and she seemed almost to be panting. It seemed that she found massaging my naked head to be similarly stimulating... She suddenly stopped the smooth gentle handling of my head and stepped back. She gulped in some air and started bustling around clearing up the shaving gear and soap. She seemed to be as embarrassed as I was. I pulled the towel from around my neck and stood up, then went into the next room and pretended to consult my script. I wasn't quite sure how to cope with this new Anna who had become aroused by the touch of my scalp. Our rehearsal that night was not a success. We both knew something had happened and we were tense and on edge. After a while, we decided to call it a night and I went home. By the next rehearsal we managed to settle down to a reasonable working arrangement, but our relationship had definitely changed. We were much more aware of each other's presence in some indefinable way. That edginess seemed to help the performance however and the production was a great success. Despite Anna's reaction I hadn't anticipated my shaven head would have the same impact on other women. I would be sitting on the bus and a hand would reach out and stroke my head. Turning round I would find some middle-aged lady looking embarrassed. It was the same in lectures. Women were actually jostling to sit behind me so that they could stroke my head. At first it was annoying but gradually, like any horny 19 year old I began to see the possibilities. At first I would just grab their hand and hold it there. Later I started asking if they had any shiny bits they wanted me to polish, or I might ask if I could rub to rub the bits they had shaved. It was usually good for a laugh if nothing else and a couple of times I struck gold, not always where I might have expected. Women in their 30s and 40s turned out to be much randier than this particular 19 year old expected. Suffice to say I had a good time, good enough to decide to keep my head shaved. I stayed in the theatre group and did several more productions, although I didn't play opposite Anna again until our Christmas pantomime, some three years later. I was cast as the Ugly Sister and Anna as the Prince in Cinderella. For this to make sense you need to know that the British pantomime is a rather strange thing. It blends the Italian Commedia del'Arte with Music Hall, medieval mystery plays and modern pop culture into a dramatic form unique to Britain. One key element is the fact that it involves several parts played by members of the opposite sex. So, the Principal Boy is nominally the boy hero, but the part is always taken by a girl, usually in a short tight jacket with knee high boots and fishnet stockings. The Dame is usually dressed in grotesque outrageous clothing, with many costume changes. In Cinderella, men also play the Ugly Sisters, but they are much closer to being villains than the camp good humour of the Dame character. In this production, the show ended with the wedding of Cinderella and the Prince, so all the costumes for this scene were really elaborate. We only had one Ugly Sister in this production, because I was the only one willing to go into drag other than the Dame, who took the same role every year. Like the Dame the Ugly Sisters would normally have looked pretty grotesque and would obviously be a man in drag. Because I was on my own this time, the director decided to go for a different version of grotesque and dressed me to look as realistic as a six foot tall rugby player is ever going to be. I had to have my legs and chest waxed, which was painful, and then from somewhere he got an incredible costume. I had thigh length red leather boots with four inch heels. My dress was cream silk cut short above the boots, with red panties showing underneath. I was given a realistic set of false tits, including a quite impressive cleavage, although the high collar of the dress hid that. I wore long cream gloves, matching the dress. On my bald head was mounted a huge beehive wig, at least 18 inches in height, with flowers and fake gemstones woven in to it. To that was added dramatic eye makeup and bright red lipstick. The director got Cinders and Anna to show me how to walk in all this as realistically as possible. Cinders insisted that could only happen if I was wearing the right underclothes, so she had me practice walking in her flat wearing the full costume – she dug out some skimpy black panties and a lacy black corset for me to wear under the dress. She seemed to find it something of a turn on seeing me dressed like this and made sure I was well rewarded for my efforts (but that's a separate story!) Anna was a little bemused by it all but worked hard at getting me into character. By the time we were ready for the show I had the walk and other female mannerisms off pretty well. I thought I looked quite hot, even for a rugby player and, if truth be told, was rather enjoying the experience. Anna's costume as the Prince, was an elaborate brocaded jacket; her long hair was swept back and retained by a velvet bow and of course her long legs were encased in sheer black stockings and tight knee high shiny black boots. She looked incredible. Cinders wore a white cheongsam style dress with a tight bodice and a tight skirt that came to just above her knees but was slashed on both sides almost to the waist exposing her blue garter and white stockings. She really did look hot... The show ran for a week, finishing on the Saturday evening. It was a huge success and my entrance at the wedding always seemed to bring the house down. As usual, after the last performance we had a party. Most people changed out of costume, but Anna, Cinders and I decided to keep in character. So, I flounced around the room chatting up all of the men, some of whom seemed unexpectedly responsive to my advances, while Cinders and the Prince wandered around glued at the lips, which also got several male members of the cast rather steamed up. By the time the party wound down, Cinders was quite tipsy and suggested we go to the pub next door, staying in costume. I wasn't sure, but Anna, who had put away a fair amount of alcohol herself was game so I gave in. My only concession was to change the beehive wig for one I wore earlier in the panto, with auburn hair halfway down my back. Without that I would never have got through the door. So prepared, we set off. Our entrance was dramatic to say the least. After all, it isn't every day you see a 6 foot Amazon in thigh length boots walk into a pub, followed by a Regency dandy in boots and black stockings and a bride with veil and wedding bouquet, flashing her garter. After the first WTF as we walked in, we got a huge cheer. I led the way to the bar, wiggling my hips, closely followed by the other two. Strangely, I was the one who had to fend off most of the arse pinching. Staying in character I asked for a 'Long slow comfortable screw against the wall', a cocktail with gin, vodka, southern comfort, Galliano liqueur and orange juice. As you might expect, this provoked another rowdy outbreak. Keeping up their rôles, the Prince ordered a vodka martini and Cinders had champagne (well actually a disgusting fizzy concoction called Babycham made from pears but served in a champagne style flat goblet). The cocktail was disgusting but powerful and after a couple my inhibitions, such as they were, began to loosen. I turned around and surveyed the room. By now most people were pretty drunk and the place was getting even rowdier. I could see that several men in the room were eyeing us up, including one group of three who kept looking over at us, then whispering amongst themselves. I turned to Anna and Cinders – "I think we've scored" I said, indicating the group across the room. Anna laughed. "I didn't think you went for men" she said. "I'm not a lesbian" I replied in mock indignation. I was getting very drunk by now – the cocktails I had been drinking were very powerful! "Come on, let's chat them up – it will be a good laugh," said Cinders. Anna was uncertain. "Come on Anna," she said, "when was the last time you had a good no holds barred fuck?" "Too long," she replied, "but this is just too bizarre. You are suggesting that the three of us go and chat up those three guys over there, but have you forgotten that Joe here, however sexy he looks is actually a bloke?" "I think they have worked that out too," said Cinders. "Doesn't seem to bother them. Look at them though – gorgeous they are." "What about you Joe? Are you game for this" "Yeah," I said drunkenly. "I can always make an excuse and leave." This was always the final line in the salacious reports in one popular Sunday newspaper of the time. Cinders laughed at that, but Anna didn't seem very amused. By now, I was really getting into character again - and only partly because of the drink. I was mildly turned on by the attention I had got at the party and now in the pub. So, I sashayed across the room towards the three who had been watching us. "My friends over there think you are very attractive." I said. The three were all very similar in size and build. About 6 foot in height with broad shoulders and massive torsos. All were clearly rugby players like me, although I didn't recognise them. One had light sandy hair, one was ginger and the other was dark haired, which in my drunken state was about the only way to tell them apart. "Which one?" said the dark haired one. "Does it matter?" I replied. "Nah" said Sandy. I turned and waved Anna and Cinders over to the table. They looked at each other; Cinders started to move, and then waited for Anna. She shrugged and tagged along. As they came over, I slid into a seat next to Sandy, facing the other two, and then crossed my legs, flashing my panties at them and savouring the swishing sensation as my nylon clad legs rubbed together. I saw Ginger goggle at my legs, his eyes travelling up to my panties, then as Anna and Cinders sat down between Sandy and his friend, his eyes looked ready to pop. The slits in Cinders' skirt exposed great lengths of shiny nylon with just a hint of bare flesh at the top, while Anna's jacket only just covered her arse, leaving nothing but panties, a flash of leg and then thigh high boots. The two of them were a fetishists wet dream - even I was getting a hard on, despite being bound into my costume. Sandy and his friend couldn't keep their eyes off the two of them and poor Ginger didn't know where to look. "Come on boys", I snapped. "We girls need drinks." "It's Ginger's round," said Sandy. "What will you have?" stammered Ginger. "I'll have a long slow screw against the wall," I said huskily, doing a bit of a Dietrich impression. "Vodka martini" said Anna. "Champagne!" chimed in Cinders. Off went Ginger, walking carefully to conceal a painful looking erection in his tight jeans. I watched him to the bar, idly scanning his tight arse and broad shoulders. I looked back towards Anna and Cinders and realised they were watching me rather strangely. Ginger soon came back with the drinks, including a bottle of real champagne and distracted them before they could say anything further. Drunk as I was I realised I was heading into new territory for me. Anna merely lifted an eyebrow while Cinders whooped as she saw the bubbly. Sandy's friend popped the cork and poured out a glass for each of us. We all clinked glasses. "Party on" shouted Cinders. I realised she was even drunker than me, and Anna wasn't much better, despite her disapproving looks. The three boys were also well away. We chatted on, Sandy and his friend on either side of Anna and Cinders. Sandy's hand kept sliding along Cinders' thigh, heading for that small patch of bare flesh. She kept slapping it away, but I noticed it got further each time. Meanwhile his friend had his hand on Anna's leg, just above the boots. She made no effort to move it, while her own hand ran across his well-muscled chest. Poor Ginger just looked across at me wide eyed. Meanwhile from somewhere, I assume the three boys, the drinks kept coming and all of us got steadily drunker. Someone left from the table behind me so I turned the chair around and patted the seat, inviting Ginger to sit beside me. He leapt across. I noticed his bulge was if anything even bigger. I leaned towards him and whispered in his ear "Nice package." Amazingly he blushed, his eyes on my fake tits. "I think you are beautiful," he stammered. I wasn't sure how to respond. Was he queer and coming on to me, or was he so drunk he didn't realise I was a bloke? I was wondering how to respond, when Anna leaned over. "We are going back to Sandy's place. Are you coming with us?" "Sure" I said, and as I did, Ginger leapt to his feet, almost knocking over the table. His friends laughed at his clumsiness and as they were distracted Anna leant over and whispered, "Are you sure?" "He's cute," I replied, surprising myself as much as her. She shrugged, then whispered something in Cinders' ear and she gave me a surprised look. "What?" I said. We all left the pub, with me fending off most of the gropes as on the way in. Outside it was cold and as the cold air hit, I began to wonder what I was letting myself in for. "It's just round the corner, said Sandy, leading off, his arm around Cinders. Anna was on the other side, her arm also around Cinders' waist, her hand gently caressing her bum. I realised his friend was going in the opposite direction. "Isn't he joining us?" I asked. "Nah - He has to get up at 4.00 am tomorrow to catch a flight to Australia so he's off home," said Sandy. This was getting even more bizarre. There were now only five of us, three men and two women, but one of the men (me) was dressed as a woman and being chatted up by one of the other men (Ginger), while one of the women (Anna) was dressed as a man and was busily squeezing the arse of the other woman (Cinders) who was in turn necking with the other man (Sandy). I briefly wondered if I should leave them to it, but then thought "What the hell. Its only kinky the first time." I slipped my hand though Ginger's arm and we stepped out behind the other three. It was quite something watching Cinders as she walked in front of us. The dress was tight across her backside, clearly defining her cheeks, each one swinging into prominence as she walked. Anna and Sandy each had a hand across her arse, their arms overlapping as if they were carrying her. Despite my heels, Ginger was my height. I hung onto his arm and ran my other hand up his arm, feeling the definition of his muscles. He shivered and so did I but not from cold. He looked across at me, a strange expression on his face. He was about to say something when the others stopped and Sandy rummaged around in his pockets before finally producing a key. He opened the door and the three of them trooped in, Ginger and I following. The flat was above a shop, so we all had to go up a narrow staircase. Sandy led the way followed by Anna, Cinders and Ginger, with me in the rear. As they went up I had the amazing site of Anna and Cinders, their backsides tightly encased, swinging from side to side as they negotiated the stairs, followed by the equally tightly wrapped arse of Ginger. I just stood for a second at the foot of the stairs watching, then gingerly followed them – I hadn't practiced stairs in my heels, so had to take them very gingerly. The King and I Ch. 01 (To be continued...) The King and I Ch. 02 This is the second part of a multipart story. It takes up immediately after Ch 01. The five of us entered Sandy's flat. It was large and well furnished, not at all the usual student tip. As we trooped in he turned on a gas fire and the room quickly warmed up – just as well because none of us had any coats. I'm sure if my tits had been real the nipples would have been standing out like ball bearings, but as it was they gave me a little bit of extra insulation. "Who's for a drink?" he called out. "I've got whiskey, vodka and gin, beer and probably some red wine and some soft drinks." Everyone made their choices and we all sat down around the gas fire. I was on a large sofa, with Anna on one side. Ginger headed over to sit beside me, but Cinders jumped in before he had the chance. Sandy sat in a large armchair, leaving a smaller chair for Ginger. I was sobering up a little after the cold of the night air and beginning to wonder what I had got myself into. By now the theatre would be locked up and all our normal clothes with it. I didn't really want to catch the all night bus home dressed like this, and I wasn't sure any taxi driver would take me either. There wasn't anything I could do about it, so mentally shrugging off my concerns, I knocked back my whiskey and settled back in the sofa to see what the night would bring. Anna and Cinders took off their boots and snuggled up to me, feet tucked underneath them. I was enjoying the sensation of these two beauties curled up beside me when I realised I needed a pee. I tried to stand up but couldn't get up from the low sofa in my heels. As Anna and Cinders fell about laughing at my difficulty Ginger took my hands in his and pulled me up. As I got to my feet, I staggered and ended up with his arms around me, hands on my arse cheeks. Anna and Cinders cheered him on. "Down boy" I said, doing another Dietrich impression, then set off rather unsteadily for the bathroom. Once there I had a real problem. The skirt of the dress was very tight and although I was flashing the panties every time I moved, I had great difficulty hiking the skirt over my hips high enough to get the access I needed. Eventually I succeeded though and stepped out of the panties. Fortunately I had learned very early on in my dressing up lessons that I needed to have them outside the suspender belt, so I didn't need to unclip the stockings. I had just finished and was reassembling myself when there was a knocking at the bathroom door. It was Anna. "Let me in", she called urgently. I was dressed, but my skirt was still up above my hips. I struggled to pull it down, but she hammered on the door again. "Let me in dammit" she shouted. "I need to pee!" With my skirt still up around my waist I opened the door. She burst in, closely followed by Cinders, then quickly pulled down her panties and sat on the loo. I could see her expression relax as she sat there. Cinders meanwhile was looking at me and laughing. "I'm stuck," I said. "Give me a hand to get this skirt down." "Oh no," she said," this is too good a sight to miss." By now Anna had finished and as she washed her hands, Cinders took her place. I felt myself begin to harden and swell as it dawned on me that I was in a bathroom with two gorgeous women watching them pee while dressed as a woman myself. It was as if by dressing as a woman I had been admitted to the sisterhood. Certainly their conversation was much more ribald than normal and they seemed to include me in it. They came to help me, both giggling at my predicament. They tugged and pulled at the skirt, 'accidentally' brushing their hands across my erection rather more than necessary. Not surprisingly my erection got bigger and harder and the skirt got tighter. "You are never going to get the skirt down over that", said Cinders, still laughing. "I can't help it", I said. "Seeing you both, you know..." I stumbled to a halt as they both laughed again. "I'll need to unfasten the zip at the back," said Anna. "Turn around for me." I turned and she unfastened the dress at the neck, before sliding the zip down. At the front Cinders pulled on the hem and finally the skirt came down over my erection. "You have a mark on the skirt now," said Cinders, "take it off and let me sponge it." I knew the dress had cost a great deal to hire, so reluctantly I slid the bodice over my shoulders and dropped the dress to the floor, before stepping out of it. Anna whistled as I stood before them. Because Cinders had insisted I wear the proper undergarments, I was wearing what I suppose was a corset, in black, with a matching black suspender belt and red panties. I still had on my black thigh length leather boots. I was also still sporting a substantial erection and bursting out of the top of my panties. Anna whistled again saying "You look stunning, my girl. Too good to hide it in that dress." Before I could move, she threw it to Cinders, who dashed from the bathroom with it. "Oh, come on," I moaned. "I can't stand around like this all night." "We'll see what we can do about that," she said before stepping forward and pulling my erect cock out of the panties. She held it in her hands. "Shall I get Ginger in here to relieve you?" she said. Despite myself, my cock twitched in her hands. She looked up at me surprised. "You quite fancy him, don't you?" I flushed with embarrassment, but my cock twitched again. "No, it's just this outfit, you know..." I faltered again. "I'm not sure about that," she said – and to be honest neither was I. Dressed as I was, and seeing Ginger's reaction had left me rather confused to say the least. Cinders came back then, minus the dress. She stepped forward and stroked my hard cock, as it nestled in Anna's hands. Anna gave it a proprietorial squeeze, saying to Cinders, "You go and keep the boys happy, while I sort out Josephine here." They both laughed before Cinders went out leaving me standing in front of Anna, my hard cock still in her firm grasp. "Now then," she said. "I might just have the answer to your problem." She dropped to her knees in front of me, than pulled me towards her by the cock. Cupping my arse cheeks in her hands she took my cock between her full red lips. I moaned as she did it. I had only had one blow job before and that had been pretty brief because I had shot my load within seconds. I had a bit more control now, but the situation was still difficult, as she sucked me deep into her mouth, then let me slip slowly out, her lips holding me firmly, her tongue playing along the underside of my erection, then lapping at the tip like an ice cream cone, licking the oozings from the end like chocolate sauce. I moaned again. "I'm almost there," I warned her, but instead of letting me go she redoubled her efforts, licking along the full length of my shaft, then dropping down to take one of my balls into her mouth, then back to the tip again. I couldn't hold it in any longer and started pumping cum into her mouth, thrusting at her. She didn't flinch, swallowing everything as it shot out. It was as if I hadn't come for months, it seemed to go on forever. She carried on licking at me as I subsided, pulling back the foreskin to clean out every last drop, sucking my softening cock back into her mouth. "I think you needed that," she said smiling as she sat back on her heels, tucking my now limp cock back into my panties. "Now lets get you back to the others!" Suddenly, her eyes widened. "Bloody hell, Ginger!" she said. I turned around to see Ginger standing in the doorway, his hard cock in his hand, pumping desperately. "Bloody hell," she repeated. "That's not natural." I had little to compare with, but I had to agree. He seemed to be at least 3 inches longer than me and with a girth like a young tree. Anna gaped at him as he worked it. Finally she spoke, her voice cracking. "Lets not waste that on the floor Ginger." She advanced on him, unfastening her coat as she did so. She slipped it off her shoulders and threw it to one side. Like me she was now dressed just in corset, panties, suspender belt and boots. She grabbed hold of his enormous cock, one hand barely wrapping around it, the other caressing it gently. "I want this in me now!" She pushed him backwards to a chair, before stepping out of her panties. Then moving forwards she straddled him, slowly easing herself down onto his monster, guiding it into her cunt. From my angle I could see she was already wet. She winced as it started to penetrate her and held her position for a moment, before slowly lowering herself onto him. As the last bit of him entered her, she moaned, then throwing her head back she called out; "Ohh God, yes, oh, oh, ohhhh yes yes," before shrieking incoherently as she rode him, her body shuddering as she orgasmed almost instantly. It seemed impossible that she should have taken him in, but she had and clearly it was having an incredible effect on her. Her orgasm went on and on. The bathroom was quite small so I was very close to all this action and it had a stirring effect on my own cock, which was quickly almost as hard as ever. I couldn't take my eyes from that monster shaft plunging deep into Anna's cunt. Then over her squeals and grunts I heard similar noises from elsewhere. I peered around the door into the main room of the flat to see Cinders on her knees. Her skirt was up around her waist as Sandy, stark naked, took her hard from behind, doggy style. She was red faced and gasping as he pounded away at her, each thrust knocking her forwards so that she had to strain to keep upright. Watching them, then looking back at Anna and Ginger my cock immediately leapt fully to attention. Almost involuntarily I took my cock in my hand as Sandy continued to pound away at Cinders. I could hear the slap of his thighs against her cheeks and see his balls swinging back and forth with each thrust. Finally, grunting and roaring, he gave one last push before collapsing to the floor. Cinders whimpered as he pulled out, obviously unsatisfied. She looked up and saw me watching, my cock in hand. I could see Sandy's cum running down her legs as she knelt there. Behind me I could hear Anna reaching yet another climax, this time joined by Ginger. Cinders looked up at me. "Are you going to use that?" she demanded. Standing up she came towards me. Without hesitation I cupped her backside in my hands and hoisted her up. She threw her arms around my neck and I guided her soaking wet pussy down on to my cock, before, holding her in my arms, turning and resting her back against the wall. To my right I could see Anna and Ginger, still clasped together, Anna writhing, trying to coax some activity out of Ginger's spent cock. I thrust hard into Cinders, pushing her back against the wall. Her cunt was soft and slippery and I recalled a phrase from an ex-army friend – 'like liquid velvet' – that he used to describe the well-worn cunt of a Singapore prostitute. She wrapped her legs around me, keeping her up in the air as I fucked her. I could feel Sandy's cum dripping from her, mixed with her own wetness. It didn't take long before she started to orgasm, her body stiffening, and her cunt walls tightening up on me in spasms as she came. My legs were starting to cramp from the effort of holding her up – I was after all still wearing 4-inch heels. I kept going though, willing myself on. Finally though, as she came for a second time, I could feel my legs giving way. Hoisting her up in my hands I staggered across to the sofa, where I managed to park her backside on the sofa back and relieve my aching thighs. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist, holding me inside her with no sign that she was willing to release me. Her muscle control was remarkable, squeezing the length of my cock, then clamping down on the tip as I carried on working at her. I still hadn't been able to come myself, but as I felt her building to a climax for the third time, I felt my cock begin to throb, She must have felt something too, because she started to time her muscle contractions to squeeze me firmly, almost like milking a cow. It worked too, because as she gasped and squealed into a third orgasm, I started to cum deep inside her, pumping out for what seemed like minutes. As I gave one last effort, I let her body swing away from me, still holding her but enough to bury my face in her neck, chewing at her, biting harshly as I came and came. We both subsided and she finally let me pull out, my cock now deflated, glistening with cum. I let her slip her legs down to the ground so that she could stand. As she did, she took my soft cock into her hand, bending forward to gently kiss the tip, before sucking me into her bright red lips, licking and sucking me clean, just as Anna had done before. By now Ginger and Anna were back in the room. Anna was still partially dressed although looking as if she had been in a car crash, her eyes staring and her face white. Ginger was stark naked and looking rather pleased with himself. He sat down on the sofa, Anna crawling into his lap and snuggling against his chest. Even limp his cock was impressive, almost as large as mine when erect. Sandy was already sprawled in a chair, his cock laid limply across his thigh, a glistening trail leaking from it. For the first time Cinders noticed Ginger's size and looked at Anna sitting contentedly in his lap. She raised her eyebrows and Anna smiled. "Wait till you see it standing up!" she mouthed. Cinders giggled. "Can't wait" I was still breathing heavily, as much from the physical effort involved in balancing her on my cock while wearing heels as from the sexual encounter. I needed to sit down and relax my aching thighs. I moved around to the front of the sofa, dropping heavily back on the cushions alongside Anna and Ginger, Cinders slipping in alongside me. "I enjoyed that," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "Me too," I said. "Just don't expect a repeat performance anytime soon!" "Don't worry," she whispered. "I want that one next." I laid my head back against the sofa and closed my eyes. Drink, sex and sheer physical effort were starting to take their toll and I found myself nodding off to sleep. I'm not sure how long I slept, but when I woke up, Sandy had disappeared, as had Anna and Cinders. I heard giggling from the bedroom so I guessed what was going on. Ginger was asleep on the sofa beside me. Someone had thrown a blanket over both of us. I pulled mine tighter around me and looked across at Ginger. Through the blanket I could see the outline of his cock. I couldn't believe how large it had been when he was fucking Anna, but for the moment it was at rest, although still huge. As I watched him he stirred in his sleep and his cock twitched. At the same time, Sandy walked into the room, clutching a glass of water. He saw me looking at Ginger. "It's a monster isn't it" he said, before suddenly twitching off the blanket, exposing the semi-erect column. "He fucks men too, you know," said Sandy suddenly. "Well I'm not letting that near my arse," I said vehemently. "It's not as bad as you might think," said Sandy. I looked at him in amazement. "You mean you've had that up you?" "Yup – and it hurt like hell the day after, but it was worth it!" He knelt down on the floor in front of Ginger. "Generally though I still prefer women, although a blow job is a blow job..." He leant forward and took the monster shaft into his mouth. He couldn't get in anything like as much as Anna had, and as the cock hardened under his attentions he had to let it slide out even further. In the end all he could fit in was the bell end, which he sucked and licked for a couple of minutes. This was another first for me that night. My first proper blow job, my first orgy and now for the first time I was watching one man sucking off another man. I watched in fascination. Suddenly I came back to earth as I realised that as I watched my cock was coming back to life again. Not for the first time that night I wondered what I was getting in to. I could still hear giggling and sounds of sexual activity from the bedroom, so obviously the two girls were not letting the temporary absence of a hard cock deter them. "Can you help me up?" I said to Sandy. He paused his slow meditation over Ginger's sleeping giant to pull me up. He didn't grab hold of my arse as Ginger had, but he stood very close, his own hard cock pressing against me. He was breathing heavily and so was I. He took my hand and brought it down to between his legs and for the first time in my life I had another man's balls in my hand. They lay softly in my palm. I closed my hand, squeezing ever so gently and he shivered. I released them, then slid my hand around to caress his lower belly, running the fingers behind his erection, feeling it against the back of my hand. I reached out with the other one and pinched a nipple. He moaned slightly, before turning away from me, pushing his backside into my groin. I could feel my cock stir, slipping into the groove between his arse cheeks. "Fuck me" he said. "Fuck me." I didn't know how to respond, although my hand was still on his belly. Without thinking I pulled him back towards me. My cock had slipped out of the top of my panties and the wet tip slid over his naked back. I groaned. I was out of my depth here. I stepped back, releasing him. "Don't mind us" said Anna suddenly. I looked up guiltily to see Anna and Cinders, now both naked, standing in the bedroom door watching us with huge grins on their faces. "I've never seen two men doing it. Have you Cinders?" Cinders smiled and shook her head. She looked at the two of us and moistened her lips. "I'm not...I've never...He..." I stammered to a halt. I took a deep breath. "I've never done it before and I don't know if I want to." "Well I have," said Sandy, "and I want you to." Cinders and Anna stepped forward to take our hands and pulled the two of us to the bedroom. "Lets get you out of this" said Cinders, her hands releasing the laces of my corset. I breathed deeply, only in part because of the sudden freedom. She helped me out of the corset and unfastened the false tits. I still had on the suspender belt and stockings and my boots. I made to remove them too, but at the same time but Cinders and Sandy stopped me. "You look impossibly sexy like that," said Cinders as Anna and Sandy nodded in agreement. Sandy lay on the bed as Cinders and Anna took a leg each, pulling it back over his shoulders and holding it there, exposing his anus. I could see the anal sphincter pulsing. "Come on" said Anna. She reached out and moistened a finger from the tip of my cock before leaning over Sandy's exposed anus and gently dribbling some spittle onto it. She moistened it further with what she had taken from me, slipping her finger gently inside. I could see him tense up then relax and she slipped in a second, slowly finger fucking him. I watched in amazement as she speeded up. He moaned slightly "Fuck me, fuck me." Cinders took my cock in her hand and drew me forwards. I knelt behind him, my cock in her hand aiming straight at his anus as Anna continued to finger fuck him. She took out her fingers and Cinders pulled me gently forward. "Slowly," she said. "Just the tip, then stop." I followed her instructions, easing my cock in as Anna and Cinders pulled apart Sandy's arse cheeks, keeping him open for me. I pushed slightly and the head popped through the initial resistance. I could feel him tightly gripping me, just behind the bell end. "Now a bit deeper," said Cinders. I pushed further, I could feel him tightly around my hard and still growing cock. It was an amazing sensation. "Slowly!" I stopped and let him adjust to me. I could feel him relax again so I pushed on. "That's good," said Cinders, "keep going, keep going." I was almost all the way in. He was panting hard now. I pushed again and suddenly I was all the way in, his checks pressing into my groin. The King and I Ch. 02 "Now you can fuck him," said Anna. "Not too hard at first, build up slowly." I pulled out slightly then pushed in, then repeated it, drawing a little further back with each stroke. I could feel him respond to me as I thrust, I could feel his cock hardening beneath me, pressing against my belly. As I fucked away, Anna lowered herself over his face, her body facing me. Behind me was Cinders, her breasts pressing in to my back. One hand snaked around me and seized his cock, suddenly I could feel a finger from the other one sliding into my own anus. I fucked away at him as Cinders worked at his cock, while his tongue probed into Anna's wet dripping pussy as she leaned forward to kiss me. I could taste cum on her lips even now, presumably from Ginger. Cinders' fingers were probing deeper into me now as the four of us, our bodies tightly interlocked, settled into a steady rhythm. I fucked him, pulled back, Cinders worked at his cock, her fingers fucked me, he tongue fucked Anna and she kissed me and we went on and on. I could feel him beginning to spasm as I went deeper and harder and could feel his cock drooling as Cinders worked at it, smearing him across my belly. Anna came twice from his tongue, my hands exploring her body as she kissed me and he tongue fucked her. Slowly, incredibly, we built to a climax together. I felt his body lurch as he came, could feel his cum splashing against me and over Cinders' hand. I could feel Anna gasping for breath as she came for the third time as I held and kissed her, then I started to come myself and pumped and pumped deep inside him, thrusting without restraint as I had what was the biggest orgasm of my life so far. Even Cinders seemed to be coming. I could feel her breath harsh in my ear as her body arched against my back, her fingers inside me. Slowly we came down from the high and ever so carefully disentangled ourselves. Collapsing on the bed, we curled up together, the four of us spooning into a tight loving ball and falling asleep. At some point in the night I woke up to a blow job. It was still dark and I couldn't see who it was and I was too exhausted to care. I lay back and let whoever it was swallow my rapidly growing cock, sucking me in as I hardened. They certainly knew what they were doing and it wasn't long before I was shooting what little I had left into their mouth, hearing them slurp it all up, feeling them gulp it down. It had been one hell of a night. (To be continued)