A Colleague
"Hello My Love," Anastasia called when she returned home from a photo-shoot with another girl in tow. "This is June, we did the shoot together." Anastasia went over to kiss me while she quickly undressed.
June was a short, thin, beautiful, freckled redhead. She was in almost every way the opposite of my Mother Nature-type wife, who was taller, wider, fuller, heavier and very black.
I kissed Anastasia greedily and stood to say hello to June. "Hi June," I said and hugged her. If June had any qualms about me being nude, she didn't let on, instead she hugged me back and gave me a quick kiss on my mouth.
"Hi Alexandre," she said in a deep, pleasant voice. "Nice to meet you. Anastasia is forever talking about you. How good you are. To the children. To her. In bed." I looked reprovingly at Anastasia, who just smiled and shrugged. "To everyone. She just gabs on forever." She held me at arms length and turned me halfway around. "You're so good from what she said, that I almost expected you to have wings."
"Well..." I began.
"No, honestly," June interrupted. "Don't object."
"We ran really late at the shoot tonight and June missed the last train home," Anastasia said. "So I told her that she could bunk here for the night. I did tell her that our flat is small and that we have no spare bed."
"Fine with me," I said and watched June undress too. Soon she was as naked as Anastasia and I. She was in every way thin and fit with the most delicately white skin I had ever seen. Freckles all over.
And she was a genuine redhead!
Her nicely trimmed bush was the exact same colour as the long curls on her head. Physically she was the absolute opposite to my dear wife, as I said. In every way, virtually.
While I and my growing manhood appreciated our guest, Anastasia went over to the children's bunk bed and kissed the sleeping India and Zeline, who were sprawled in all their naked girl beauty on top of each other on their bed.
"I don't know about you two," Anastasia said with a yawn as she returned from the children's bed, "but I'm absolutely shattered. I need a shower and then to bed. What about you two?"
"I've just had my shower as I was literally on my way to bed when you came back," I said. "I just need to brush my teeth."
"I'll have a shower with you," June said and winked to Anastasia.
"Oh God," Anastasia groaned in mock horror. "It's not going to be a short shower, is it?"
"Guess not," June said with her arm around Anastasia's waist.
They went into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. I turned out the bed so it was ready for us and went out in the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I entered, I was met by the most sexy view: The girls were kissing deeply and June was rubbing Anastasia's naked pussy with a couple of fingers and Anastasia was kneading June's pert breasts with both her hands.
I couldn't help myself, I grabbed my solid erection with one hand, leaned against the jamb and enjoyed the show. Anastasia grabbed the shower and adjusted the head to deliver jet pulses. With a wicked grin, she aimed the stream at June's love-button. June stretched out in surprise when the jet began to pulsate against her clitoris.
"Yeeessss," she hissed and grabbed Anastasia's head with her free arm, pulling their heads together again for another hot kiss. While Anastasia slowly moved the pulsating stream around June's clitoris, four of June's fingers were buried in Anastasia's hot tunnel, the thumb circling on top of the clitoris. I could literally see how their ministrations upped the tension in their bodies until they both exploded in orgasm. It was so sexy to watch that I came too, shooting across the room into the bath tub — and leaving a trail across the floor too.
"Wow, that was hot," June whispered when her wits returned. "I was quite lost in that jet."
"You two were quite amazing," I said. "What brought that on, apart from the shower?"
"That's a bit of a story," Anastasia said. "Let's get dry, then we can tell you."
"OK," I said and entered the shower as they left. I needed to get that sticky goo off of my legs.
When I returned to the room, the beauties were lying down on their backs, legs slightly spread and wearing nothing but Cheshire cat smiles. I stopped just as I saw them and let my erection grow unashamedly while feasting my eyes on the two models on display. Slowly I walked closer, my hard-on bouncing with each step.
"Somebody better explain," I said. "Before I explode." I hefted my erection to underscore what I meant.
The girls moved slightly apart and Anastasia patted the space between them, indicating for me to lie down there.
"It wasn't one of my regular sittings tonight, as I told you," Anastasia began. "At this session, Ibrahim, Yanni, June and I were going to model for a website."
"Boring," I smiled and yawned.
"Yeah right," June laughed. "The website is called Bacchanalian Contact - Hedonistic Dating."
I shook my head. "Bacchanalian Contact - Hedonistic Dating, what a strange name."
"Yeah, strange, if not stupid, but what they wanted. Whoa."
"Come on, tell the story." I was getting impatient, waiting for the action. In the story and — from the feel in my erection — in the bed too. It was still a bit odd to share the bed with somebody else. I was used to sharing the bed with Anastasia, obviously, and the girls, but a hot girl ... Whew!
Anastasia continued, "When we came to the shoot, we were shown into a huge studio with ten different 'bedrooms' made by partitioning part of the studio off with thin walls. Each room was decorated in different styles from the all-mirrored boudoir with a huge super-double-emperor-size black silk bed to the absolutely ordinary white double-bed bedroom to a black leather-encased torture chamber. Phil, the photographer, looked at the four of us and asked us to completely undress, to, as he said, facilitate the shoots as the scarce clothing would be provided by him."
Anastasia turned over and lay halfway across my chest and June copied her, kissing my wife in front of my face.
"Hey!" I said. "What about me."
"Well, if you insist," June said. "I'll kiss you too." She bent down and kissed my erection, letting her tongue lick once around my head. "There you go."
I moaned.
"I looked at my fellow models. There was Ibrahim, a lanky Pakistani boy of eighteen with the longest cock I've ever seen, it literally reached below his knees; Yanni, a big, sixteen-year-old, olive-skinned boy with the thickest cock you could imagine; and June the white-skinned, freckled redhead right here. The photographer told us that the website was a combination of a dating service and a swinger club and that we would be the ambassadors for all their services, which could include hosting parties at their clubs spread around the globe. If the owners liked the result of the photo shoot, they would probably try to sign us up for some lucrative contracts, he said." Anastasia smiled at me before continuing. "So the first shoot was in a reception area where we dressed in expensive, but rather revealing dresses and tight suits for the boys. We were the smiling hosts greeting the new guests."
"After that," June said. "We showed the imaginary guests each of the rooms. The first room was the 'ordinary' bedroom, where Ibrahim would make love to Anastasia and Phil told us how he would manipulate the pictures afterwards to put in a window pretending to overlook another bedroom across the street where people would be watching their activity, to give it an exhibitionist/voyeur angle."
"It must have been frustrating for Ibrahim," Anastasia said. "He wasn't allowed to make love to me really, he was told to stay hard and enter me, but otherwise keep still to prevent shaken pictures as this was shot in natural light. All the same, he hit the bottom of my pussy with less than three quarters of his dick. Amazing, I tell you."
For some odd reason, hearing how another guy had entered my wife made me really excited. I've heard other people get jealous hearing about stuff like that. I got horny!
"Then we had a foursome in the next bedroom — the Red Room — plush and velvety." June sighed. "I tell you, when Ibrahim entered me, I thought I was being filled by a huge snake. He just kept going and going."
"And Yanni," Anastasia whispered. "That was like a birth in reverse. He is as thick as a two-litre bottle and was as hard. Luckily, he was very considerate and made sure I slowly got used to his size."
"Yeah," June said. "But who had to blow him afterwards?" She shook her head. "I am not the worst deep-throater, but I kept gagging on him. And my jaws hurt. I've never opened my mouth so wide."
"In the next room," Anastasia continued, "the boys took me simultaneously. I was sitting on Yanni and Ibrahim took me in my butt while I gave our little redhead here the cunnilingus of a lifetime. And then I came, completely overwhelmed with the amount of meat filling me. This took the boys completely by surprise and they both came."
"Oh gosh," June continued. "Phil was shouting for the two to pull out and come over Anastasia's front and back. He was quite frantic, trying to take pictures just as the sperm shot out. Apparently a lot of people love to see shooting cocks. Mostly men, Phil said."
"And June came too, gushing all over my face. She's got the sweetest juice. She should bottle it and sell it, it would be an instant success ... I think." Anastasia giggled. "The next room was the torture chamber and Ibrahim and I were tied up on a table, me lying on top of him, his hard dick buried in my pussy, then June and Yanni would whip us hard and take turn in buggering us. Yanni was first, almost splitting Ibrahim's butt before attacking mine. Then it was June's turn. She had the most terrible strap-on, the thickness of Yanni's dick but twice as long. It hurt — but in a good way."
"It wasn't only you," June said. "The strap-on was double-ended and as much inside me as you."
"Yeah, right," Anastasia grinned. "But who had it in the bum and who had it in her pussy?"
"Touché!" June replied. "And when Yanni had his second round, he came again inside Ibrahim, who, in pure sympathy, filled Anastasia. A right creampie."
"In the next room, it was girl-on-girl and boy-on-boy. I could literally hear Ibrahim's jaws creak and crack as he tried to take Yanni, who wasn't much better off trying to swallow Ibrahim's anaconda. It was really hard to keep focused on June's pussy with the boy-action right next to us. So after some nice time with my nose buried in June's pussy, I was rewarded with her sweet nectar and she drank mine — while the boys were huffing and puffing, and not the least, coughing. I don't know what drugs those guys took, but their libidos and their sperm count left nothing to be desired."
"The next room was back to basics with Anastasia riding Yanni and me on Ibrahim. It was awesome — especially when Ibrahim's long cock suddenly managed to penetrate my cervix. It hurt like hell, but I was so high on the sex act that it heightened my excitement instead of register as pain. I was surprised and I must admit that it is absolutely fantastic to have a load of sperm delivered directly where it matters. I know we're not meant for that, but the feeling is unsurpassed by anything else I've ever tried."
"And when Yanni pulled out after sploofing me royally, it took the better part of half an hour for my pussy to return to something near normal, so distended had it been. And then..."
"Stop," I yelled. "I need somebody on here." I pointed at my almost exploding erection. "Now!"
"OK, OK," Anastasia said and moved aside. "Let the light brigade on."
Without seconds thoughts, June sat up, straddled me and sat down again, all in one lithe move. And I exploded inside her. Just like that. It had been a long time since I could not control myself, but the combination of my gorgeous wife, the beautiful redhead and the sexy story was just too much for me. But luckily, I could keep it up and soon the lithe nymph rode me hard accompanied by squishy sounds as my sperm was pressed out at each plunge. Anastasia sat up and straddled my face and just before I was covered by her sweet cave, I saw the two kiss hard and greedily. I almost fell into a trance, licking the sweet pussy of my wife and having a relative stranger ride me mercilessly. I have no recollection of how long it took until I once again exploded inside June, but I came really hard and realised I too had entered her womb.
Anastasia and June slid down and lay next to me, still embracing each other, when I heard Zeline's sleepy voice, "Who's she, Dad?"
"Hi, Sweetheart," I groaned, breathing hard from the exhaustion. "She's June and she needed a place to sleep tonight."
"Doesn't June have a place to live?"
"Oh yes, she has, Dear. It's just that she was late for the train tonight and Mum said she could stay here tonight then."
"Oh. So she's saying thank you to you by sitting on your willie?"
Anastasia chuckled.
"You could say that," I said. "But it's probably more correct to say that we do it because we all like it and like each other."
"I like you too, does that mean I can sit on your willie?"
"No, Sweetheart, that is one of those adult things. Your ginny would be much too small and it would hurt you."
She tried to put a little hand around my sticky, half-hard dick and hefted it before moving her hand to her little pussy and probe it with a finger. "You're right, Dad. It wouldn't fit at all. I'm going to the toilet." She scampered off to the toilet and when she came back, she lay down in our bed instead of her own. "I'll keep you company," she said matter-of-factly. "I want to be nice to June to and show her some hospice-ality."
We all laughed as she immediately fell asleep.
"Wow," Anastasia commented. "I think I came more than ten times and you just kept going and going and June seems to be totally exhausted. How do you do it?"
"I think I fell into a trance," I replied. "I can't remember anything really since you covered my face, apart from a continuous feeling of pleasure. It's amazing, really!"
June opened a bleary eye. "If he's like that every night, I'm moving in!"
"What about William and Harry?" Anastasia asked.
"They'll learn from a master, at least."
"Who's William and Harry?" I asked.
"Oh, they're June's sons. They're twins. The girls' age. Very special twins, June said."
"Special?"
"Yes, they haven't got the same father, you see."
"How's that possible?"
"Long story, but to cut it short: June was at a party and had a nice threesome with two guys. She became pregnant by both of them."
"How does she know that it wasn't just by one of them?"
"Because one is clearly of mixed parentage and the other white as alabaster."
"Oh. Wow! That's amazing. How did you cope with all the questions, June?" The only answer I got was a quiet snoring. Everybody had fallen asleep, except for me. Realising my situation, I pluffed up the pillow and was asleep before I had time to think about it.
I dreamed that somebody punched my chest lightly. Then I realised it wasn't a dream. Somebody
did punch my chest. I slowly opened my eyes and looked into India's. "Who's the lady?" she asked. "I haven't seen her before."
"That's true," I answered her. "That is June and she was late for her train home and Mum let her sleep here tonight."
"Oh," India said and rested her head back on my chest, legs around my dick. She moved back and forth a bit to get her body comfortable, rubbing my hardening member as she moved. She peeked at my erection and said, "I love you too." Then she fell asleep.
I was all worked up and could hardly sleep anymore so I took stock of my situation: One little, black five-year-old (India) on her back on my belly with my erection sticking up between her legs, rubbing her little pussy; one black wife touching all along one side (Anastasia); one white redhead touching along the other side (June) and my five-year-old daughter in the valley where June's and my body touch. I was hot in more than one sense of the word.
Luckily Anastasia had awoken too and saw my predicament. "We'd better help you there," she said. "Just a moment." She moved over a bit and kneeled next to me, appraising the situation. "OK, let's see what I can do." She bent down and let her tongue slide down from the top of my dick-head to India's pussy, touching her buried clitoris at the end.
"Yeah, Sweetheart, that's just what I need." I shuddered.
She kept going vigorously and before long I could feel my balls contract and with a huge sigh I let go. India woke up just then and sleepily said, "My ginny tinkles. It feels really good!" while I was covering her front in sperm. When she saw her mum licking my dick, she sat up and bent forward to join in, so while I shot the last of my sperm out, I had a pair of soft, hot tongues caressing my dick. When the two had finished cleaning up the huge load of sperm, including Anastasia licking India clean, they continued to kiss and to my surprise, mother and daughter were suddenly making out, kissing like seasoned lovers.
I got hard again!
"Oh Dad," India groaned. "You like us again."
"I can't help it, Darling," I sighed. "You are so beautiful and very, very sexy."
"I wish I could sit on you like I've seen Mum do."
"I'm sorry, Angel, but You're just too small and it would hurt you, if we tried."
She sighed. "I know, Dad, but I still wish."
I couldn't get the picture out of my head: The picture of my erection buried in India's pussy; and I was so hard now it physically ached.
"Look what we
can do," Anastasia said. "If you lie on the edge of the bed and Dad gets on his knees before you, then he can use your legs. Come on! Try it." She plucked India from my belly and arranged her at the edge of the bed. I let Zeline down on the bed slowly and got out of the bed, kneeling in front of India. I was too low and couldn't reach properly, so I got up and bent my knees until I had my hard-on between her legs.
"That's it," Anastasia said. "Now close you legs around Dad's willie."
India did just that and I could feel the heat from her legs and the sweet moisture from her wet pussy against the crown of my dick. I slowly began to slide back and forth, getting in between her legs on the backslide and across her pussy and on top of her pelvis when I went forward. Anastasia placed her hand on top of it so I slid between her hand and India's tummy on the last bit, which improved the contact hugely. I started to move back and forth slowly, feeling the different texture of her legs, her pussy, her tummy and Anastasia's hand on my head. It was absolutely terrific and I had never dreamed it could feel so good almost making love to a child. I didn't see myself as a paedophile despite getting aroused by the little ones now and again, but this was something!
As I picked up speed, India began to tremble underneath me and suddenly she let out a high-pitched mewl as she came. I was only human and the feeling of her little body thrashing in the throes of an orgasm tipped me over the edge and with a deep moan I began to shoot my hot sperm. It just happened so that my dick was resting in the folds of her pussy so most of the baby-juice shot into her little body, and just the thought of that made everything even better.
What is it that make men completely silly about releasing their sperm inside a girl?
Evolution I guess — or maybe divine intervention.
But who cares?
Then she kissed me.
Not a little-girl peck, but a proper kiss. Her little tongue teased my lips and soon we were breathing hard as our tongues duelled back and forth. Anastasia looked at us with something between a bemused and a loving smile. After a short while of this, I got hard again and this time Anastasia said, "Enough! My turn now!" I slowly crawled into the bed and turned round on my back, all the while kissing India, who was now lodged on my chest with her gooey butt in the air. Anastasia mounted me urgently and started to ride me hard and kissing India's bum as she went.
This was really good. How on earth could any man resist this? I mean, my beautiful, lovely, young wife rode me hard while she was kissing her daughter's privates, while the daughter kissed me. I was in seventh heaven.
It obviously couldn't last long and after less than fifteen minutes, we all exploded. I filled Anastasia with whatever sperm I had left as she and India cried out in orgasmic throes, announcing to the world that they had come. And yet, June and Zeline managed to sleep through it all without stirring.
Until...
Anastasia almost collapsed on my right side while India on my left was breathing hard from the ordeal and I was dizzy with the combination of pleasure and exhaustion, just waiting to have a rest before we had to get up.
Just then June sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Oh, it's past eight." She shook the three of us. "Wake up, Sleepyheads. We'd better get going. Me and India are going to Olivia's at nine, remember?"
"Argh," Anastasia and I groaned.
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