Anna’s Birthday Prarty

Short Story

As I parked the car on the gravel driveway I knew this would
mark the end of the secret.  Anna didn’t know I was invited to her
birthday party, nor that the party would be so small.  She was expecting
all of her friends, but Greg had carefully arranged for them to all arrive the
following night.  Tonight would belong to me, her master Greg and his
friend Richard.

Greg has trained Anna well.  She is unquestioningly
obedient, as any good slut should be, fully surrendering herself to his
ownership a few months ago.  While Richard had never met her before, I
have had the pleasure of fucking Anna many months before, while she was single.

As a fitness instructor, she has the most neatly defined
figure, a small frame with delicate facial features.  There isn’t an ounce
of fat on her, she’s a slender wonder of muscle and silk.  Every time I
see her she seems to be in even better shape, her workouts and careful eating
bringing out the very best in her physically.  Mentally she’s also very
strong, with a filthy imagination and an appetite for activities I would never
have considered until I met her.

Anna is happy and proud to be Greg’s slut.

As I got out of my car, she opened the door wearing a skin
tight dress barely covering her modesty.  She yelped when she saw it was
me but contained herself as she had been instructed to act with decorum but
dress like a classy whore.  I walked to the door, embraced her and told
her how happy I was to see her again before complimenting her on the
dress.  “I have several changes of clothes for this evening” she
announced, feeding my delight that I would be able to perve over her pretty
little body in more than one outfit.

She didn’t offer to take my coat, so I took it off and threw
it at her before walking through to the kitchen where Greg was waiting.

While I chatted with Greg and ignored Anna, it became clear
to her that her birthday wasn’t going to go the way she had been led to
believe.  Why would I be the only guest?  Finally Richard turned up,
a little late, but at least that completed our little group.  We were
introduced and Greg showed us through to his games room.

“Get your guests a drink, slut” he commanded, while he began
to rack up the balls on the pool table.  I instructed her to name all the
types of beer in the glass fronted fridge behind her without looking, which she
duly did without hesitation or error.  “Good girl” I rewarded her before
ordering a Grolsch.

My pool game with Greg was more of a slaughtering than a
match… he potted the balls mercilessly, giving me barely three chances to take
the cue and take my shots.  He cleared the table while I still had four
red balls on the felt.  This is a man who wins.

As Richard took his place for the mild humiliation that
constitutes pool, Greg ordered Anna to go and change into something
sluttier.  “May I go to the toilet please?” she asked.  “No” was the
curt reply.

Moments later, Anna appeared at the games room door wearing
my favorite item of clothing, a blue pleated skirt, teamed with a barely there
black titty-top.  Now, with her incredibly defined stomach on display and
my eternal weakness the short pleated skirt, I needed to check her over more
closely.  She stood before me and turned around so that I could run my
eyes all over her, following her delighted smile as I did so.  I reached
behind her as she came around to face me again, grabbing her arse cheeks
through the floating skirt and pulling her firmly towards me.  I could
almost feel the sunlight from her beaming smile as I appreciated the contour of
her lower back with my spare hand, when Greg barked “What’s wrong with his
bottle, slut?”, prompting her to jump back and resume her duty as our waitress,
bringing me a full bottle to replace it.  I beckoned her close, closer,
right up close so that her face was touching mine before telling her I’d rather
have Guinness this time and chastising her for being so lazy.   “Give
me 20” I said tenderly into her ear before she dropped to the tiled floor and
performed her 20 press-ups.

“Please can I go wee?” she asked as she lay on the floor,
held down by Richard’s foot resting on her left shoulder.  “Alright, but
leave the door open so the guys can come in and see you if they want”. 
Greg explained that Anna hates being watched on the toilet, so with that
preying on her mind, we continued chatting and ignored her completely.

When she arrived back and fetched my Guinness, I asked her
whether she had left her knickers in the bathroom, as my inquisitive hand had
noticed that she was naked under her skirt. “Anna doesn’t wear panties at home”
interrupted Greg, as I nonchalantly fingered his girl while she stood next to
me.

Air hockey wasn’t quite as much of a whitewash as the pool
had been.  I found it remarkably easy to concentrate while Anna was
kneeling between me and the table, head squeezed between the edge and my
pelvis, my cock buried in her mouth and muffled grunts emitting every now and
then as I moved from one side to another chasing the puck.  “Damn, pick
that up” I called several times, as she obediently collected the fallen disc
with a carry-on style wink as she bent over with straight legs and pert bum on
full display – damn that girl is flexible – before sinking back to her knees to
resume her blowjob duties.

“Thank you very much” she smiled with a glint in her eye
before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  I slapped her across
the cheek as she stood up and reminded her of her manners.  “Thank you
very much, Sir”.  That’s better.

We all went through to the kitchen where Anna had laid out a
spread of food for us; various meats, nibbles, breads and some perfectly timed
pizza slices.  The three of us enjoyed our food while chatting about the
housing market and watching Anna wash up the dishes she had served us from.

Greg then announced that it was time to go upstairs. The look
of delight mixed with trepidation on her face was priceless, as would become
clear.  Greg has built a dedicated play room in this new build house – out
of the sight of most visitors, but open to us this evening.  As he led us
into the enormous room full of restraint equipment, toys, a bed and a couple of
sofas, Greg turned and punched Anna in the stomach causing her to fall to the
floor while thanking him.  He kicked her a couple of times and she
continued “thank you for beating me Sir”.  I’d be lying to say I was
comfortable seeing this, but it was clear that Anna had entered a special place
in the house and that she had been so eager to get there she would pay any
price.

“Strip” instructed Greg, as Anna crawled toward the bed, her
pert little butt wiggling like she was in a Carry-On movie.  “Nicely” he
warned, as he noticed a devilish little glint in her eye.  Oh, she
wouldn’t disappoint.  This girl knows her body, every last inch of
it.  She understands the control she can have over a group of men with her
movements.  Not just her gentle motion and the reveal… but the knowing
smile that tells you she is lapping up the attention she’s generating for
herself.  I’m having trouser issues and need to release the pressure – her
eyes somehow drawing my hand to the bulge in my suit, just as I realise Richard
and Greg are doing the same.  As she rolls and peels the skin-tight dress
down over her hips, I begin undressing to match – she’s handing control back to
the men.

In one corner is a bench with straps and cushions bristled
all over it.  With a nod of approval from Greg, I take Anna gently by the
hand and lead her over to it.  As she leans forward to place her head on
the cushion, Greg straps her knees and wrists with leather belts, leaving her
held tightly on all fours, head outstretched and arse open for the
taking.  I lean down to her level, my face level with hers and put two
fingers into her mouth, pulling her jaw down and open.  I’m fixing her
straight in the eyes, her gaze reaching deep into mine as she strains to lift
her head – there’s a deep connection there that I won’t dismiss.

Anna is strapped firmly to the bench, exposed, prone and defenseless. 
Beautiful.  I walk around to her rear and slap an arse cheek hard.  A
flinch.  I kneel down so that I’m eye to eye with her exposed pussy and
breathe deeply…. oooh that sweet scent and the sight of her glistening
moistness makes it impossible not to take a broad lick of her wet slit, keeping
my tongue wet with her juice as I round back to her face and hold my tongue out
in front of her – she instinctively licks it off, looking me deep in the eye as
she does so.

No sooner as she allows that broad smile to flush through
her face, Greg is pulling her head upwards and wrapping a white hood around
her.  All I see before me now is a faceless naked woman, a hole in the
hood carefully aligned with her mouth.  Greg says “open wide”, followed by
a stern “both ends” before smiling at us both as we prepare to feast on his
girl.

It’s a strange feeling, feeding your cock through a gap in a
fabric hood into the waiting mouth of a woman whose eyes are such an important
part of her communication vocabulary – a feeling made even weirder knowing that
at the other end of the bench is a heavy man pushing himself into the bum hole
of this doll.  I do my best to keep up the rough persona, but I want to
cradle Anna’s head as I slide my shaft in and out of her hungry mouth. 
She wants no tenderness though – she wants to feel used thoroughly fucked
tonight.  I’m here as a birthday guest and will do my best to live up to
her hopes and fantasies.

Richard pulls out of her arse abruptly which makes her jump
with the shock.  I can see Greg is waiting to fuck her mouth, so I head to
her rear and smack her bum as hard as I can from the angle I’m at.  All I
hear is “mmmph”, so I smack again, this time from a better angle.  Still
“mmpphhh” is all I get, so it’s time to use the back of my hand as the slaps
get harder and harder before she finally breaks free of Greg’s cock an manages
“thank you Sir” before taking it back into her mouth noisily.  It’s time
for a condom as I stand back and survey the sight in front of my eyes. 
Greg fucking her face as Richard stands to the side wanking and pulling one of
her pretty little arse cheeks to the side for me, opening her pussy lips to
make an even more inviting sight.

I’ve never gone straight for the bum hole before in my life
– it’s always been something to work up to on a really lucky day – but somehow
it wouldn’t seem right do anything but what she had asked for when we last
spoke before the party – she just loves having her arse filled and who am I to
disappoint the birthday girl?!  No point messing around, in I go as
swiftly and smoothly as I can.  Her buttocks are so firm she barely shakes
as a bury myself all the way in on the first stroke – pausing at my full length
to feel her squeeze around my rigid dick, moaning with pleasure as she spits
Greg’s cock out and buries her face in the pad of the bench.  I slowly
withdraw, make like I’m going to slip back inside but instead smack her bum
again so hard it makes her jump.  Then I slip back in, gently at first,
nice and deep, all the way inside her and gradually build up a rhythm.  I
can feel her responding with those incredible muscles, squeezing my cock when I
fully insert – and I begin to speed up under the encouraging eye of Greg, whose
face looks fit to burst with pride as he watches me hammering away at his
slut’s backside.  Greg and I are squeezing Anna from both ends – he’s
pushing against her neck which is rising and buckling and she squeals with joy
from the hard fucking she’s receiving.

Enough is enough and I explode inside her hot little ass
just as Greg pulls out of her mouth – she responds with a delightful
high-pitched expression of “ooh” in time with each spasm as I physically relax
my whole torso and rest for a moment waiting for my erection to subside inside
her.  As I’m doing that, Richard spots the availability of her mouth and
begins fucking her face for all of a few seconds before shooting his spunk down
her throat.

While Richard and I recover, Greg asks whether need another
drink and begins unbuckling Anna from her bench.  I reply that I’ve had
enough for my bladder to retain and asks whether I need a wee, with a twinkle
in his eye.  I need no further encouragement – I tenderly remove Anna’s
hood, look into her eyes with a smile and announce “I need a piss but don’t
want to get Greg’s toilet dirty”. Greg lifts her by the arm and guides her into
the walk-in shower where she is told to kneel and shield the glass and tiled
floor.  It takes a few moments to persuade your body to urinate when your
brain says “no”, a potentially awkward situation if it weren’t for Anna’s eyes
looking up at me with such desire and longing.  Kneeling with her legs
slightly parted, her hands pushing her little titties together and her tongue
outstretched – it’s an image that stays with me now, clear as day. 
Eventually I relaxed the crucial muscle and began to stream piss onto her
stomach and lift it to her breasts as she began to massage it into
herself.  I didn’t have the heart to spray on her tongue, perhaps that’s
for another day…?

Marched to the large bed, Anna receives clear instruction
that she is not allowed to cum without permission.  Out comes an array of
tools designed to produce orgasm which means we’re looking at a slightly unfair
game – to which the grin on her face is clear evidence.  She does
incredibly well to cope with the stimulation afforded her with some small
vibrators, a fairly significant dildo and a Rampant Rabbit, but it’s the
Hitachi that pushes her over the edge and causes her to involuntarily pop out
the butt plug that she had been wearing throughout most of her toy-time. 
“Pleeeease Sir can I cum noooww?”  We decide to let her off as she had
done so well in controlling her orgasm and give her a few minutes to rest and
fetch us a fresh beer.

When she comes back to the room, I’m lying on my back and
Greg tells her to sit on top of me, cowgirl.  Not surprisingly my dick is
erect again and she performs a lovely trick of slipping a condom onto me using
her mouth only, no hands, to which I pay her a compliment and tell her she’s
allowed to use her pussy instead of her ass to sit on me if she’d like – which
she accepts.  Greg reminds her she mustn’t cum without permission as she
begins rocking forward and backward on me, a rare chance to savor some
tenderness and softness between us during this rough and ragged evening. 
Our fucking intensifies, with Richard and Greg both standing back and watching
as they regain their erections.  It’s wonderful to be running my hands up
and down her torso, feeling the shape of her smooth buttocks and staring into
her deep brown eyes as we cement the connection between us.

As we rock together I feel Anna’s fingertips tighten and
clench at my chest as she leans back and enjoys a rush of orgasm – before realizing
she should have asked first.  “Get off” I shout, “I didn’t say you could
cum”.  As she clambers off, I get up, flip her over and tell her to get on
all fours.  Greg takes hold of her shoulders and puts his legs around her
neck to lock her into position as I position myself at her rear and promise to
punish her for her rudeness.  Without warning I plunge into her arsehole
and begin thrusting hard, mercilessly, pushing her forwards with every stroke
while Greg chastises her verbally.  After a minute, I withdraw, allowing
Richard to take my place with his significantly larger cock – her yelps and
grunts are greater still, all the while calling out “thank you Sir” as dish out
her punishment.

As Anna is released and relaxes, I take the opportunity to
come down to her level, face to face, insert four fingers into her mouth with
my thumb clasping her jaw and draw her eyes level with mine, deeply and
intensely staring at each other inches apart as if nobody else existed, just
this little fuck doll and me eye to eye loving the moment.  “Please Sir,
can I drink your cum?” she asks meekly.  Well, who on earth would need to
be asked twice?  I settle back on the bed propped up by a pillow, as she
sinks down between my knees and begins the gentlest, most luxurious and wet
sloppy blowjob I think I’ve ever experienced.  I can’t believe my luck as
this pretty angel massages my balls and licks all over my shaft, lingering with
her tongue rimming my glands before drawing me deep into her mouth with the
softness of a pillow.  The warmth, tenderness and overwhelming softness of
the way she squeezes my cock eventually bring me to a protracted and thoroughly
indulgent climax before she proceeds to take both Richard and Greg’s rigid
tools, alternating between them taking turns fucking her face as she continues
to wank them both off with her hands.

Once we’re all finished, the rough personas instantly
disappear and Anna stops being submissive and becomes a charming host, cuddling
with Greg as we chat and laugh about our adventure together.  She has
enjoyed her birthday treat just as much as we all have.  Personally, I’ve
crossed a few boundaries that I didn’t expect to come so naturally and Greg
looks very pleased.

Time now for a cup of tea and a chat about what we might get
up to next time we all meet up…

Sex and the White House

Short Story

Definitions:
First Lady – The wife of the president of the United States

First Man – The husband of the president of the United States

Will, a retired politician and the First Man, was, to put it in the words of the common man, horny. His wife, Helen, the USA’s first female president, was on a trip to Europe, though that didn’t make much difference in Will’s sex life. He seldom got to screw Helen and when he did, it was when she wanted Will to help out on an important political item. If it was a minor thing, the sex was short. If Will climaxed, okay. If he had not yet climaxed in the allotted time she gave, then tough. He would have to finish by himself. If the political item was something very important, then their sex was long, lasting until Will’s sexual needs were fully satisfied. Little did the American public know how much of their lives were affected by the allocated sex in The White House. Although many women were breathless at the dream of having Will’s lips part their lips and Will’s cock part their vagina lips, between Helen’s watchful eye and the public’s eye, Will just didn’t get as many opportunities for good hard core sex as he longed for.

The sky was blue and the sun shinning brightly on the mid-autumn day when Will looked out of the window of The White House on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington DC. There were tourists, diplomats and business people of all nationalities walking on the streets. He focused on some of the women. Ah. Pretty faces. Nice bodies. Firm breasts, long legs, small waists and rounded hips. Many were young female interns working in DC on an assignment. Which females liked to fuck? He imagined them naked and became even hornier. He needed a way to secretly get at least one of them into his bedroom. If he was just a normal business man, he was sure he could meet one of the women in a bar and seduce her. Earlier in his life it was like that. Now, sometimes masturbation was the only option for the horny Will. Other times, being very discreet, he was able to arrange to have sexual relations with some woman who happened to make it known to him that she was available. He even was able to have sex with some famous beautiful woman who needed to be as discreet as he was. But lately there was a sexual drought. He needed a woman to satisfy his sexual needs.

Today Will’s mind and cock burned with extra desire. He wanted to fuck and he wanted it to be good. Not just any woman was enough. He wanted a young wild female. Two young wild females would be even better. In Will’s case, his two favorite female friends were named Britannia Cheers and London Marriott. They were two well known girls from California who liked to party. Fame was their middle name. They were often on the covers of magazines in sexy poses. Will was anxious for them to do a little partying just with him. He had been able to have the opportunity to socialize with them in public them and talk dirty with each of them in private but he never had had the chance to slip his cock into either one of them. Alone in his bedroom he sometimes masturbated looking at their sexy pictures and thinking about having sex with one of them. He wanted to have real sex with both of them now. The image of both of them in his bed, naked and with their legs spread for him was almost more than he could bear. His cock was stiff and uncomfortable in his pants. In his heightened state of desire, caution was becoming not a factor. He wondered if by some great luck they could both come to him. Even just either one of them would be good. To fuck Britannia and/or London would be a thrill, and with his wife out of the country he decided to take a chance. Helen had said if he ever got caught again, she would never have sex with him again. Well, if that happened, he would cross that bridge when he came to it. He needed a pussy now and he had two pussys in mind.

Will dialed a number. A woman answered. “Hello?”

“Hi. I’m calling for Britannia. May I talk to her? Tell her that her friend from Washington is calling on official business.”

“May I have your last name, please?” the woman’s voice answered.

“Clifton. This is Will Clifton calling from The White House.”

“Oh, hello Mr. Clifton. Just a minute.” There was a half minute pause.

“Hello,” came the excited youthful voice.

Will held the telephone in one hand and his cock in the other. “Hi Britannia. This is Will. How are you doing?”

“Hi Will. I’m doing great. Glad to hear from you Will. It’s been while. Too long as a matter of fact.”

There were several minutes of greetings and chit-chat. Then Britannia said, “What can I do for you Will?”

“I would like to see you in DC soon. Are you available?”

“I’ll try to make myself available. Where are we going to met?”

“I was thinking in one of the hotels,” Will said.

“I want to see you in The White House. We’ve never been together in The White House. I think it would be, ah, very erotic there. I want to be in the same bed where Jack Kennedy made love to Marilyn Monroe. I think that would be so hot. Can we do that? Is Helen there now?”

“Helen is in Europe for a few days so we can do it here.”

A discussion followed. Britannia said that she would adjust her schedule and fly to Washington the next afternoon. A whole day to wait seemed like a long time in his horny state but to fuck Britannia it would be worth the wait.

Then Will called another number. A sexy female voice answered.

“Hello Will.”

“Hi, London. I see that you have caller ID on your phone.” Just hearing London’s sexy voice made his cock give a surge. He gave it a squeeze.

“Yes, Will. It’s so exciting to hear from you again. What can I do for you?”

“I’m organizing a little celebration. Can you come to The White House tomorrow? Brit’s going to be here.”

“Oh, goody. I like celebrations. I need to check my schedule though to make sure I can get away. What are you celebrating?”

“Uh, tomorrow is United Nations Day. I’m hoping we can get united.”

“Oh, Will. I would love getting united with you. Where is Helen?”

“Helen is in Europe.”

“Oh, that’s good. It’s has to be top secret business, Will. Do you have the security set up?”

“I’ll make sure only trusted people know that you are here.”

London checked and also made some changes in her schedule to make the trip. She would be landing at the airport at about the same time as Britannia and they would ride a special limousine to The White House.

The next day Will made arrangements for the security at The White House to give top secret entry and protection for the two women arriving in the limo. The instructions were to keep the women hidden from view of the public and personnel working at The White House.

In the early evening of the next day, Will’s phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was Britannia.

“Hello, Brit. What’s up?” said the First Man.

“We’re almost there. Is everything under control and set up?”

“Yes,” Will said. “You will be hidden from view of everybody. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Great. We’re hot and wet for you Will. We’re ready for a good time.”

When the limo with the dark glass arrived it was directed to a security entrance and driven into the basement after a brief security check. On arrival in the basement only Will was there as the driver opened the door. Britannia spread her legs apart to put a leg out on the curb. Her skirt went well up on her thigh and Will took in the full view. She stepped out and was given a small welcome hug by Will. Then the other door opened and Will also gently hugged the woman who got out. Greetings were made. Will said to Britannia, “I see you’ve not worn any panties.”

“Of course not. I was hoping you would notice. Does Helen do that for you?”

“Never in a million years,” Will said.

Will turned to London and lifted the hem on the skirt of her dress. The neckline slit of the girlish little blue dress was to her waist. The roundness of her breasts showed in the gap. The short skirt was pleated at the waist and fluttered in the slightest breeze. “And you. Do you have my favorites on today?” Will asked her.

London twirled to make the skirt flare out and show a peek at her black thong. She answered, “Yes, if you still like black. What do you think?”

“Great! Nice ass and I can’t wait to see more,” Will said.

“The better to make you happy with, Will,” she answered.

Britannia asked, “Is Helen still away?”

“No problem. I saw her on the news just a few minutes ago. She is in Belgium at this very minute.”

As Will and the girls talked, the luggage was loaded onto a cart to be delivered upstairs. Once when they were upstairs and the luggage was delivered the three of them were all alone. Will gave each one of them an affectionate hug and kisses on the lips. Since Britannia was much shorter than Will, he lifted her off her feet and held her up by wrapping his hand under her hips with his middle finger on her slit. When he hugged and kissed London he slipped a hand under her skirt and rubbed his hand under her tiny thong while the other hand slipped into her plunging neckline and fondled a breast. While Will was kissing and hugging London, Britannia took the opportunity to run her hand up the inner thigh of Will’s leg until she could feel the soft organs in his boxer shorts. Through the material she felt the shaft that she was eagerly wanting to feel in full excitement.

“I’m sure that you girls are a little tired from your travel. I’ve ordered meals to be delivered in a half an hour. We can relax, eat and then get down to business.”

London said in a slightly disappointed voice, “I am hungry but I want a mouthful for an appetizer.”

“Me too,” said Britannia. “I want to see what you have to serve us. We both have a hunger that needs satisfied.” Still holding onto Will’s leg, she lowered herself to her knees. She unzipped Will’s pants and put her hand in the fly. She fumbled her way around and then withdrew her hand holding Will’s cock. “Well, look what the chef has for us.”

London got on her knees on the other side of Will. Brit squeezed the cock a couple times and then licked the tip several times. London nudged up to Brit’s cheek wanting a turn. Brit let her. While Brit held the cock, London licked all around the head and tickled at the opening. As she opened her mouth slightly, Brit gave a squeeze and Will thrust forward to shove the cock into London’s mouth. London worked her lips back and for on the hardening cock as Brit stroked the base of it.

“Hmmmm, what a meal” said London.

As Will enjoyed the attention given to his cock he ran his fingers through the girls’ hair. The girls took turns teasing and sucking the now very rigid cock. When they each sucked they let Will shove the large head into their throat as they opened wide for him. Sometimes they would both just lick from each side. The horny Will let the girls play as he got less and less able to control his excitement. London happened to have the cock in her mouth when Will increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts. Brit wanted to have her turn but it was too late. With a deep thrust Will unloaded a big stream of cum into London’s throat. The fluid flooded her and she drew back. Britannia took the opportunity to pull the cock from London so that she could get some of the cum. Her timing was such just as the head came out of London’s mouth, Will unloaded another large stream that covered London’s face from her mouth to the hair on her forehead. Brit was able to get the tip of the cock into her mouth as Will thrust and the third and largest stream came. It filled her mouth as the cock slid over her tongue. The tanginess of the hot liquid sparked her taste senses. She opened her jaw wide and let the head slide into her throat as the fourth stream came. The contractions of the cock were coming fast and furious now. The hot fluid filled and tingled Brit’s mouth and throat. Several more burst of the cum went into her mouth and throat as she slid her lips and sucked on the bursting cock. When Will had finished, Brit saw that London’s face was covered in a web of the cum. Brit licked cum from London’s face.

“Don’t get that on your clothes,” Will said.

The girls were too busy to grasp his words. London took Brit’s face in her hands and kissed her on the lips. She ran her tongue in to Brit’s mouth and ran it over the cum covered tongue and inside cheeks. As she kissed she sucked the cum from Brit’s mouth. Brit licked some more cum from London’s face and then London sucked it from Brit’s mouth. When London’s face was clear of any more cum, except for what still clung to her hair, the two girls kissed and took turns sucking hard on each others tongue. After trading a few more sucks on Will’s limp cock and some more kissing, the two girls stood up and kissed Will’s lips. He had London’s breast in his hand and was getting ready to suck the nipple when the bell rang indicating that the meals were ready and being delivered.

They could have eaten in a private dining room but instead he had the food sat on a coffee table. Will sat on the floor and the girls sat on a sofa. As they ate, Will had a nice view up each girl’s short skirts. Neither girl needed reminding as they each free spread their knees to show their intimate well known secrets. It looked accidental, but it wasn’t really an accident that each girl had a breast occasionally protruded from the low neckline revealing a perky nipple.

By the time the meal was done, Will was aroused again. He took the girls into his bedroom.

Britannia said, “Wow. Is this the same bed where JFK fucked Marilyn Monroe?”

Will said, “Maybe not the same bed since some of the furniture has been changed but it is probably the same room.”

“Wow, this is so cool. I’d like to have been in that bed and have sex with both of them. I’m a lot like Marilyn. She had bigger tits and was more famous in movies but I’m just as famous overall as she ever was. I bet I can fuck better than she ever could, too.”

“Maybe so. I met Jack but I never met Marilyn. I’d like to have fucked her.”

“Hah,” said London. “You were doing it with high school girls back then.”

“That was practice. Practice makes perfect,” Will said.

“I bet your fucking is damn near perfect,” Brit said.

“Are you saying I’ve been doing a lot of practicing? Not enough lately, honey. Anyhow, let me show you what I can do,” Will said.

“Hmmm. Okay. This should be cool – fucking the husband of the president of the United States! Let us undress you,” Britannia suggested. Will agreed and soon the girls were removing the last of his clothing. Will stood there naked with his cock sticking straight forward while the girls admired his tall body. Will got on the bed, stark naked. The girls started playing with his still hardening cock. London got on the bed with her rear towards Will’s face. He pulled the black thong off to reveal her slightly tanned ass and pussy. While on her hands and knees, she spread herself to show the pink entrance to her pussy. Will’s cock was straight and hard now. Britannia took it in her hands and held it to her mouth. “This is my microphone,” she said and began singing a song. “He’ll be cumming ‘round the mountain when he cums,” she sang and went on to sing the whole verse. “Now for the second verse. He’ll be driving six big inches when he cums…”

“Ahh, it’s more than six inches already, Brit,” Will said.

“I meant six inches around, Will,” Britannia said.

Will laughed and said, “If anyone can make its circumference that size, it would be you two girls. By the way, did you know that the knight with the biggest dick at King Arthur’s round table was Sir Cumference?”

They were all laughing and having fun. London said to Britannia, “That song you sang will never be one of your hits. Besides, that isn’t a microphone, Brit. That’s a dicktaphone. Give it some dicktation.”

“Do you mean like this?” Britannia said as she put her lips around the bulging head of the cock.

“Exactly,” London answered as Will agreed with a moan and a thrust of his hips.

“You girls are in a happy mood,” Will said.

“You make us happy. We hope you make us even happier with this thingy here,” London said while giving the cock a shake. “Does this make you happy?” she said as she lay on her back, her knees apart while holding the lips open around her moist pussy.

“Man, I could never be happier!” Will exclaimed.

The girls did not undress anymore but without bras and panties, the areas that had Will’s attention didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Will’s bare cock pulsed with desire. Britannia stroked the cock until it was firm up against his belly. She got astraddle his hips and as London held the cock up, Brit lowered herself. She went down, down, down while the shaft in her went up, up, up. She felt her skin get pushed in by the dry skin of Will’s cock. She raised and lowered herself slowly so that the both of them could soak up the stimulation and spread the lubrication. Soon Will was bucking his body and Brit rode him like a rider on a wild horse. Her breasts were bouncing wildly, no longer more or less contained in the deep plunging neckline. Will pulled the tie for the bow that held her top on. The bow came untied and her front came all exposed. As she bounced up and down she shed the top completely. While riding the humping cock she had to hold her breasts to avoid the discomfort of them being jerked around. Will lifted her little skirt so he could see his rod come almost all the way out and then drill into her until it was all out of sight. Each time the shaft buried into her she let out a gasp.

“Oh, golly. Oh. Oh. Oh,” was her cry as Will held her body tight on his cock and fucked her.

Will went “Uh! Uh! Uh!” with each powerful shove.

London watched the action and played with various parts of Will’s body. She removed her dress so that she and Will could freely play with her nipples. Unable to wait any longer for her turn on the cock, she spread her knees on each side of Will’s shoulders and settled her pussy down on Will face. Will licked at the wide open vestibule of love. London gave an appreciative “ah” when she felt his tongue slide up into her. She held her position while Will continued to run his tongue around her pink pussy and clit. Her body shuttered as he took the clit in his mouth and sucked on it in time with thrust of his cock into Brit.

As London’s arousal heightened she felt a strong need to be hugged. She had positioned herself such that her back was toward Brit as she was on Will’s face. She turned around such that she was still spread on Will’s face but so she could face Britannia. As Will continued to tease and suck London’s wide open labia and fuck Brit with his tightly stretched cock, the two girls leaned toward each other and began kissing and groping each other’s breasts. They took turns sucking each other’s tongue which heightened the arousal of each. They cried with pleasure with Will doing his magic in and around their pussys and with the hugs and kisses they were giving each other. They reached closer and closer to their sexual climax. First an orgasm overcame London and then Britannia. London’s fluids covered Will’s face and ran down his cheeks. Brit’s body pulsated on Will’s cock as she pressed her body as hard as she could down on his thrusting pelvis. The tension release in her body made her toes tightly curl, her head bent back and she screamed as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

The girls were exhausted after their orgasms had drained them. They lay down on each side of Will’s nude body. Will was breathing hard too. Fucking Britannia while she was on top took a lot of his energy. Fortunately she was small and he had been able to keep the action going during the girl’s wild orgasms.

Will’s cock though was still begging for its fair share of pleasure and release. Will reached over, raised London’s skirt up to her belly and spread her bare legs. She gladly obliged, making the vestibule easily available to him. He then mounted on top of her and easily slid his hard cock into her very wet pussy. Renewed with desire she wrapped her legs around him. With the help of her hands she got her feet crossed near Will’s shoulder blades. The sharp bend in her body enabled Will to get maximum penetration into her body. He began thrusting hard into her that brought his body hard in touch with her clitoris. There was barely enough room in her for the full penetration from the man who was much larger than she was. At each deep thrust she gasped a pleasurable “Oh!”

Britannia had been holding in the cum that Will had dumped into her. Not wanting to be left out of the new action, she got astraddle London’s face with her back toward Will. Will laid his head on Britannia’s back will he humped London. The cum started oozing out of Britannia’s pussy. London opened her mouth and swallowed the cum as it dribbled out. Some ran down Brit’s leg and London licked the cum and then Brit’s clit. As Will continued banging London she ran her tongue into Brit’s cunt to suck out the juices. This really turned both of them on. The girls each had an orgasm and then Will climaxed again. He filled London’s insides until there was no more cum to come.

London and Britannia then switched positions. Brit lay on her back with London and her cunt filled with cum covered Brit’s face. Will took a little break while Brit let the cum from London’s pussy drip into her mouth. She swallowed every drop until it quit dripping. Then she licked cum from London’s thigh and cunt, just has London had done to her earlier. It was a big turn on again for the girls and the each had yet another orgasm. As Will saw Britannia become highly excited, he got another hard on. He slipped into her just as she started her orgasm. After the orgasm Will continued slowly fucking Britannia. London turned around to face Will as Brit continued sucking London’s clit. Will sucked London’s tits as he humped Brit. He climaxed again putting his load into Brit.

The girls traded positions yet again so London could again let the cum dribble into her mouth.

Each time Will fucked one of the girls and ejaculated into her, the amount of cum was less than before. The girls had kept trading positions to drink the cum from the other girl while will fucked and filled the girl on the bottom. Finally Will had no more cum left. His balls and cock ached from the repeated climaxes. The near non-stop fucking had worn his whole body out too. After the final weak climax he rolled over exhausted gulping for air and trying to ignore the pain in his balls.

The girls though, still had sexual energy to burn. Will could only watch as the girls continued their love-making. London was lying on the bed next to Will. “Lay on me and put your cunt on mine,” said London to Britannia as London spread her legs wide. Brit positioned herself between London’s legs such that their enlarged clits were rubbing against each other. Slowly at first and then harder they moved their bodies so that the wet clits slid across each other. The girls pressed their pelvises together and the clits throbbed with excitement. The exhausted Will could only watch as the girls used their remaining sexual energy. Britannia’s little hips rotated as her clit circled on London’s spread vulva. They each knew the exact feminine feeling the other had, as only a girl on a girl could know. Each knew how to maximize their mutual sexual feelings. As they rubbed clits, they also rubbed their breasts and deeply kissed and hugged each other. They climaxed nearly together pressing their clits painfully harder against each other in pulsating spasms that spread through their whole bodies as the cum from their pussys mixed. They moaned showing their pleasure to each other. The moans were often interrupted by squeals of delight as a particularly strong feeling of pleasure pierced their bodies. Good things must come (or cum) to an end as it did to the naked girls with their bodies entwined. They then lay exhausted and breathing hard with the First Man on the bed.

From a nearby room was the sound of a TV. There were several TVs each tuned to a different network or news channel. The sound was turned up on one channel. The broadcaster’s voice said, “President Clifton has returned from Europe a day earlier than planned. She will be at The White House tonight and leave early tomorrow to visit the north central Texas area that has endured tremendous rains and flooding during the last four days.”

Will sat up. “Helen is back in the US! She might be here soon. Get dressed girls.” They searched around the bed and eventually they got their clothing. The three quickly got dressed. Will called the limo driver. The girls combed their hair and tried to look “normal”.

Within five minutes the girls were heading out for the limo. As they were going out the door Britannia said to London, “Shit. I feel cum still running down both my thighs.”

“Me too,” said London. She looked down at the skirt of her blue dress and held out the skirt that had blown between her legs. “Damn, I got a big spot of cum on my dress.”

Will watched from the window as the limo pulled away. He turned and saw on the TV a live video of Helen arriving at The White House. He saw the bed in the bedroom and started trying to think of a story to explain the messed up covers. Harder to explain would be the tiny black thong lying on the floor on the other side of the bed.

Holiday Diary

Short Story

Day 1.

After a long wait for our bags at the airport we finally
found a taxi that would take us to our hotel. An hour and a half later we arrived
at the most magnificent building and gardens that was stuck in the
absolute middle of nowhere. 

As patience isn’t one of his virtues Rob wasn’t happy even
though it had been him who had booked this ‘bargain holiday’ over the Internet.
At the reception desk we had more problems. It quickly became evident that
German tourists mainly used the hotel as the staff hardly spoke any English.
Being typical Brit’s we obviously didn’t speak German or Spanish or anything
other than English. As there was a problem with our reservation this meant that
we were having terrible problems trying to register. Then, out of the blue, a ‘white knight’ appeared. 

Well, not a real ‘white knight’ but a group of 5 teenage
German boys wearing shorts and basketball vests as if they had just returned
from the beach. “Hello. Can I help?” the tallest asked in a
faultless English with only the merest hint of a German accent. “We
can’t get booked in mate.” Rob muttered. “Can I see?” he
asked as he took our Internet receipt from my husband. The boy read it
carefully then spoke politely to the young girl behind the counter. They
each pointed at various parts of the document until the girl grinned and
went into her office.

The boy handed Rob the receipt back. “She confused you
with someone who was not due to arrive until Saturday. I’m sorry. She is
getting your keys now.” “Uh, thanks mate.” Rob replied
embarrassed. “Hi, my name is Didi. I am also staying here, with my
friends.” He then turned to his friends who all waved and smiled.
“Hello and thank you very much,” I offered him my hand,
“I’m Andrea and this is Rob…my husband. We are from England.”
“I guessed!” Didi laughed, “I am sorry. That was not fair.”

The receptionist returned with our room keys and some more
documents. After a couple of stress free minutes we were unlocking the door to
our room. “At last!” Rob huffed as he dropped the cases onto the
floor.  “God! It’s fantastic!” I gushed as I whizzed around the
room opening doors and cupboards. When I opened the shutters in the bedroom I
was greeted with two of the German boys standing on the balcony of the apartment
opposite. We waved to each other as I surveyed the pool and bar area.
Suddenly I felt as if I was finally on holiday. Back in the living room Rob had
found the porn channel on the TV. “I might have guessed!” I scowled
as he stared at two huge breasted girls wrestling on a bed. “Guess who are
opposite us?” I asked as I put the kettle on.  Rob turned and
shrugged his shoulders. “The German boys. The one with long hair
waved.” I told him. “Gay boys all of them.” Rob chuckled as the
blonde girl produced a huge dildo from under a pillow. 

“I’m sorry?” I quizzed him, “Gay boys? What
makes you say that?” Without taking his eyes from the screen he went on,
“Well, look at them; they’re too good looking to be straight. Five
lads like that…together…. On holiday…definitely!” I shook my
head knowing that it would be pointless to argue. 

Later that night we passed the boys as we went into the
restaurant. “Hi. Andrea?” Didi greeted me, unsure how to pronounce my
name. “How is your room?” “Fine,” I replied noticing
his twinkling blue eyes. “Yeah, fine thanks,” Rob mumbled.
“Are you eating in the hotel?” Didi continued as one of his friends
tapped his watch, “not going into town?” “We are a bit tired
after all of the travelling, so we thought that we would have a quiet
night.” I smiled as Rob rudely made for the bar. “How far is it to
the town? Can we walk?" 

Didi laughed again and shook his head, "Not really, it
is 3km, we have a car and I think that you will need one to.” With that
his friend with long dreadlocks tugged his arm and they left. Rob handed
me a drink and asked, “Is it cold out there?” “No,” I
shook my head not knowing what he meant. Then his eyes went down to my nipples,
which were now clearly poking through the thin material of my dress. My
husband grinned as I blushed and turned away. “You’re going to be
disappointed…. I stand more chance with him than you do!” he
laughed out loud, “I’m telling you – gay as a Bishop!” During
our meal we planned sunbathing around the pool the following day, then
we’d get a taxi into town on the night then hire a car the following day
to discover the island and most importantly – the beaches. 

Day 2

Rob and I had been lying by the pool for over an hour when I
heard a familiar voice say, “Hi. Do you like it by the pool?” I
looked up to see the German boys walking past, obviously on their way to
the beach. Didi was standing next to my lounger, only dressed in baggy
surf shorts, trainers and dark shades. “Yes its fine, thanks.” I
replied. Rob looked up from his English newspaper and smiled. “We
prefer the beach. It is less crowded.” He told me as he bent down
onto his haunches. “Me too, but as it’s our first day we thought we
would stay in the hotel.” I was enjoying talking to this handsome
young man. I could tell why Rob would think that they were gay; all 5 were
very good looking, tall, cool and their bodies were very tanned and toned.
“You should join us one day,” Didi suggested, making two of his
friends laugh, which puzzled me. “That would be good,” I told
him knowing that my husband would never agree. With that they left us. 

The rest of the day was uneventful until late afternoon when
I decided to go upstairs for a shower and get ready for our night out. When Rob finally
joined me his stomach, legs, ankles, chest and face were as red as a
beetroot! He had fallen asleep. We had a blazing row as he thought that I
should have been checking on him! Men! 

By the time that I stepped out of the shower my husband was
burning up. After a discussion he still agreed to go into town for a meal and a
few drinks. That was a mistake! We were only halfway through our meal when he
was in so much pain I decided that we would have to get a taxi back to the
hotel. 

As we were trying to flag down a cab the German boys
appeared and asked what was wrong. I explained and Ralf volunteered to drive us
back in their rented Jeep. 

“No, no!” Rob insisted sarcastically, “You
stay here with the lads. You enjoy yourself." 

Within two minutes Ralf returned with a big open-topped Jeep
and my husband was zooming away from me. As my husband had decided that the guys
were gay, he probably felt that he had nothing to worry about, apart from
me getting drunk! 

With the Jeep in the distance the remaining lads took me
into a Disco-bar. We had a great time, drinking and dancing and drinking some more.
As we drank they asked me about England and my job and Rob, while I asked
them about Germany and themselves. It became obvious quite quickly that
they weren’t gay as three of them had girlfriends back at home! They had
come on holiday together as they were all going to different universities
all over Germany later in the year and this would probably be their last
chance to be together. 

By about 11 o’clock I was very tipsy and dancing quite
outrageously with 2 or 3 boys at a time. "I must get back to see my
husband, he’s not well.” I slurred as I took a huge gulp of yet
another exotic cocktail that they had bought me. 

At the Jeep I realised that it was only designed for 5
people and there was now 6 of us. Ralf got into the driver’s seat and Stefan, a
gorgeous boy with long blonde dreadlocks jumped into the passenger seat.
“You may have to sit on one of our laps,” Didi apologised. 

I didn’t care at all; in fact I was looking forward to a ‘bumpy’ drive home. As I drunkenly climbed up the steps and clambered onto the
back seat I heard Hans say something in German which made his friends
laugh. "Shit!“ I realised that he had been looking up my short
summer dress and had seen my lace thong. Grinning I playfully slapped his
muscled arm, and wagged a finger at him. 

He innocently shrugged his shoulders and pretended that he
didn’t know what I meant. 

The boys sat in the seats and I positioned myself on a knee
of both Didi and Mark. Didi put his strong arm around my waist and with a roar
and a sandstorm Ralf raced out of the car park. 

I had been correct about the bumpy road. It was like a
rollercoaster as the car hit every pot-hole on the island. I was thrown about
like a rag-doll in the back giving the lads plenty of opportunities to ‘accidentally’
grab my freely bouncing breasts or slide a hand up my short dress touching
my thighs ‘in an attempt to steady me’! Eventually, when they realised
that I wasn’t complaining, Didi slid his hands inside my dress and
casually groped my tits through my bra. The others stroked my legs and one
even playfully touched my tingling pussy. All too soon we were back at the
hotel. Still giggling we climbed out of the Jeep and I straightened my
clothes, so as not to make my husband too suspicious. In the reception
area they begged me to have one more drink with them, but I declined
explaining that I had to see to my ‘sick husband’. At my age, leaving five
young men ‘horny and disappointed’ made me very happy indeed. 

Rob looked a sorry sight lying spread-eagled on his bed. His
body looked even more inflamed in the half-light. "Silly sod!” I
thought as he moaned and groaned; feeling sorry for himself. I covered him
in ‘after-sun’ then undressed for bed in the bathroom. I chuckled to myself
as my thong was so wet it actually stuck to me. After the ride in the back
of the Jeep, I was so turned on I had to play with myself as I sat on the
toilet. It felt sooooooo sexy fiddling with my sticky clit thinking about
those boys playing with my tits and legs, knowing that my husband was lying
asleep in the next room. 

Day 3

Rob was so ill he couldn’t face any breakfast, so, very ‘hungover,’
I made my way down alone. Three of the German boys were already there and
beckoned me over. Remembering my behavior 9 hours previously I found it
difficult to make eye-contact with them as I sipped my OJ and coffee.
Thankfully they were gentlemen and only ‘alluded’ to having ‘enjoyed my
company’ the previous evening. 

When I told them how sore and ill Rob was and I would be
sunbathing alone today, Didi volunteered to stay behind and keep me company. I tried
to tell him ‘no’ but he insisted. An hour later after telling Rob of my
plans, I was lying topless next to a handsome 18 year old German boy on
adjoining loungers. Thankfully Rob thought that this was just another ‘thing’ that gay boys would do. 

Didi was good company and we talked in more detail about our
differing lives as the morning flew by. He talked very passionately about the beach
and the surf, insisting that Rob and I should join them there when he felt
better. Every half hour I would put my bikini top back on and we would
swim together in the refreshing pool. I couldn’t take my eyes off his slim
tanned torso as he dried himself. As Didi sat on the edge of his
sun-lounger and bent away from me my stomach fluttered as my hands began
rubbing thick cream into his skin. His body felt so hard compared to my
husband. With my eyes covered by dark sunglasses I could see a fat woman a
few yards away from us staring at me and smiling – I guess that she was
jealous. After a couple of minutes of this ‘pleasure’ Didi turned away and
adjusted the front of his once loose shorts. When he had composed himself
he asked if I ‘would like the same’. I nodded and lay on my stomach. 

‘God Almighty!’ this felt good. His hands were soft and
gentle as he caressed the cool lotion into my baking flesh, making my purr like
a kitten. We continued like this until lunchtime, when I went back to see how
my husband was. As I opened the door I was hit by an icy blast. Rob was
lying half asleep on the sofa with the air-conditioning turned on full. 

In fairness to him, he looked terrible and probably was in a
lot of pain, but it was his own fault! I put on a sweatshirt and made some salad
which I ate alone on the balcony. 

Rob wasn’t in the mood for small talk but seemed happy that
Didi was keeping me company by the pool, which meant that ‘my’ holiday wasn’t being
completely ruined. 

Didi was waiting for me with some cold beers when I
returned. The next couple of hours flew by as we swam, drank beer (and water)
then rubbed more suntan lotion into each other’s hot bodies. I swear that
there was a bulge in the front of his trunks at least three times that he carefully
adjusted, thinking that I hadn’t noticed – but I had! After a while I
began to feel very, very naughty, I looked up to see that the blinds in my
apartment were still closed. “Do you like that?” he asked in his
sexy American/German accent, as he massaged my shoulder blades with lotion
one more time. “Oh yessssss.” I cooed as his fingertips slid
down my sides until they touched my tits, “yessss.” I continued as he
slowly moved to the small of my back easing his fingers inside the elastic
of my bikini pants. “Should I do your legs?” he whispered. 

Mmmmmm, yes please.“ I continued purring as he
delicately squeezed the muscles and sinews of my 34 year old legs. 

I eventually had to ask him to stop as I now wanted some
lotion on my front. I took the bottle from him and sensuously squirted a huge
dollop of cold white suntan lotion onto my chest as I sat less than three
feet away from this young hunk of love. I tried as best I could to make it look
natural as I rubbed the runny liquid into my heaving breasts and across my
stomach. My tits felt heavier and firmer than I could remember as I
squeezed and rotated them for my young friends’ pleasure. 

Didi was pretending that this was the most normal thing in
the world as he tried to make polite conversation. I stared into his pale blue
eyes as I eased the elastic of my bikini bottoms away from my skin with
one hand as the other rubbed the cream further down. Didi was virtually speaking
in a whisper as he tried to peek inside my pants. 

What were you saying?” I nonchalantly asked as he was
now nearly incoherent. “Oh, uh …nothing important.” He mumbled as I
spread my legs, exposing my prominent ‘camel toe’ (as Rob calls it) to him
as I squirted more cream onto the inside of both thighs. 

I bent forward making my breasts jiggle and whispered,
“Would you like to rub that in for me?” All he could do was smile as
his trembling hands nervously touched my skin. It took him a few seconds
to gain his confidence, but when he did I was in Heaven. His hands and
fingers swirled in long then small circles pressing the skin as if it was
made of eggshells. 

I scanned the area to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully
only the fat woman was, and she appeared to be enjoying the show as much as I was.
A couple of times he ‘accidentally’ touched my genital area making me jump
as it was so sensitive. 

“Naughty, naughty!” I chided him as I tapped him
on the head. He looked up like a scolded puppy. Nervously I looked at my watch,
4.15, and said, “I’d like a coffee." 

"Oh…okay,” he muttered with a look of
devastation on his face, “I’ll get them.” “No, not from
there,” I looked towards the bar, “let’s go to your room.”
The look on his face suddenly changed into a huge grin. He began throwing
his things into a bag until I told him to slow down, as I didn’t want to
make it ‘look too obvious’. I knew by slowly getting dressed and packing my
bag would only tease him a little bit more. Once inside the hotel he
nearly ran up the stairs two at a time. Then as we entered the untidiest
room that I’d ever been in, he suddenly lost his confidence. “Your
husband? What if ….?” he stammered? 

I put my finger to his lips and told him not to worry about
Rob. I then unhooked my bikini top and dropped it to the floor. “You’ve
wanted to do this all day haven’t you?” I asked as I gently pulled
his face towards my shiny tits. “Suck them!" 

He did as he was told and hungrily licked and sucked my
swollen nipples making them ache like never before. His hands were suddenly all
over my body groping my arse through my sarong and pants then roughly
grabbing my tits. I hadn’t felt this ‘wanted’ for a lot of years. I
unfastened the sarong leaving me standing in just my tiny bikini bottoms
as he continued licking and sucking my 34c tits. "That’s enough of
that!” I told him as I grabbed his hard dick through his shorts.
“Which room is yours?" 

He motioned to an open door, "Okay, let’s go!” I
laughed as I led him into the room by his cock. The bedroom was worse than the
lounge with clothes scattered everywhere. I even noticed a dirty magazine
and some tissues next to one of the beds. I pushed him onto the bed and
tugged his shorts down. There was no tan line as his cock sprang into
view. 

“I did not know how to tell you….the beach that we go
to…it is a….nudist beach!” “Jesus!” I gasped. 

“We are quite open about nudity in Germany and our
families have come here since we were all little boys. Are you shocked?”
He told me as I began licking the shaft. “Not at all,” I grinned
as I kissed the purple tip, “it sounds like fun.” I stared at
his young tanned cock. It was such an odd shape – about 6 inches long,
quite narrow at the base eventually spreading out to a big fat bell-end
that looked like a plum. He had a small forest of brown pubic hair but
none at all on his balls. 

“Ooh! Andrea!” he gasped as I covered his fat knob
with my lips. My mind was racing; thinking about these five strapping young
lads naked on a beach – my pussy was tingling again. I couldn’t wait to
feel his fat cock inside my cunt. My tongue was running along the purple
knob as I began stroking his pubes and shaft with my thin fingers making
him really moan now. 

As soon as I gripped his swollen balls he began grunting and
before I could take it out, his cock erupted. Spurt after spurt of hot lumpy
cum filled my mouth. Sadly I don’t like the taste so tried to keep as much in
my mouth without swallowing any as I pulled his cock out. He erupted again
splashing my face with yet more youthful spunk as I tried to stand up. I
waved my hand and shook my head, trying to tell him that I’d had enough. 

“Oh, oh I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…I didn’t
know…I’m sorry.” He stammered as I looked for somewhere to spit his cum
into. As I ran into the living area I was greeted by his friends watching
the porn channel. They all smiled and waved. Shocked, I ran across the
room with Didi’s excess cum running down my face as I struggled to keep
the rest in my mouth. 

I leant across the sink and spat the foul tasting liquid
into the bowl. I then wiped my face with a t-shirt and turned to face the
grinning boys. They were no longer watching the girl masturbating on the
TV but staring at me dressed only in a tiny pair of bikini bottoms. Didi
was nonchalantly standing naked in the bedroom doorway with his semi-swollen
cock still pointing at me. “I think that this is yours….Andrea.”
Ralf said as he held my bikini top aloft. I smiled sarcastically as he
waved it above his head. 

With one arm covering my breasts I held the other out. Just
as I touched the strap he threw it to Stefan. I quickly turned and tried to
grab it – too late, he threw it across the room. In seconds I’d forgot
that I was topless and chased my flying bra around the boys’ room amid
much laughter from all of us. Didi finally handed it back and as I
fastened it he asked, “Will you consider joining us at the beach
tomorrow?” The horny state that I was in effected my brain, “I’d
love to!" 

As I walked back to my apartment my nipples were poking
through my bikini top. My pussy was absolutely aching as I could still taste Didi’s
spunk in my mouth. The more I ‘tasted it’ the hornier I became. I was
praying that Rob had made some form of recovery and would let me fuck him.
He was still sitting on the sofa in the dark freezing room, surrounded by
used tissues when I entered. "So you’re feeling better, I see.”
I joked. “A bit,” he sighed, “but look at this.” As he
turned to face me I could see that the burns on his face had now turned to scabs.
“Oh God!” I whispered as I gently kissed his forehead. 

As I put more lotion on his sores it was obvious that Rob
wasn’t going to be able to satisfy my sexual urges in any form. I had to play
with myself twice, in the shower to give my pussy some form of relief, but
I knew that I needed a good fucking – and soon. 

As we sat eating, in the restaurant, I told him ‘what good
company’ Didi had been, and that he had invited us to the beach (neglecting to
tell my husband that it was a nudist beach and they were 5 horny heterosexual
teenagers!) 

Rob wasn’t sure as he felt that we should spend some time
together. The decision was made for him at 3.30 am as made his way to the
bathroom for the fourth time. I had told him not to eat sea food in his condition,
but, ‘being a man’ he knew best. The smell when he returned was
disgusting. “That’s it! I’m going to the beach tomorrow…Sod you!" I
told him. 

Day 4

As Rob lay asleep I decided to go for breakfast alone. The
boys were already there. Slightly blushing, as they all knew that I’d given Didi
a blow-job the previous day, I sat with them. As we chatted I told 
them about Rob’s new ‘problem’. "So, Andrea, are you going to join us at
the beach?” Stefan asked, grinning. I shrugged my shoulders and nervously
nodded my head. The boys then laughed and chuckled as they talked in
German. “Fantastic!” seemed to be the consensus. Twenty minutes
after leaving my husband with enough water and tissues to see him through
the day I was sitting on Didi’s knees in the back of the Jeep. 

The beach was a 30 minute drive away. This time everyone
appeared to be a bit more nervous and restrained. When we arrived, the guys
grabbed the towels, footballs and cool-boxes and we set off along the hot
sand. As we passed a large number of families and couples I was amazed to
see how many people were nude and wasn’t sure if I would actually have the nerve
to go fully naked too. 

My eyes flashed through my dark glasses at all the flesh
that was on display. I don’t care what my mother said about ‘when you’ve seen
one – you’ve seen them all!“ I must have seen every shape and size of
penis known to man. I tried my best not to stare, but…well…I just
loved looking at them. 

The German boys finally found a relatively secluded spot
with a type of derelict semi-circular sheltered area made from rocks and old
bits of flotsam. "What’s that?” I asked as I dropped my bag.
“Stefan laughed; "They are for windy days and shy people!”
the others laughed. 

I wasn’t sure what to do then the 5 boys looked at each
other and WHOOSH…their shorts and vests were thrown into the ‘shelter’. My stomach
turned over as I stared at their youthful bodies. Three began playing
football which made their long soft penises bounce between their strong
legs as they ran around. “Have you decided?” Didi asked me. I
smiled and unclipped my bra, slowly exposing my tits for him. Then I
unzipped my shorts and slid them down my legs. 

Still smiling I told him that I still wasn’t sure about
going fully naked. He shrugged his shoulders and disappointedly wandered off to play
football. I stood in my bikini pants, sunglasses and straw hat 
rubbing sun-tan lotion into my flesh as I watched my new friends running
around naked. They looked terrific with their slim, tanned, muscular
bodies and dangling cocks. 

I spotted that the blonde haired Hans was circumcised and
the rest had foreskins, Stefan’s’ especially looked sexy as it was very long
and thick. 

Didi waved me over as the boys ran down to the refreshing
sea as I lay on my towel. They were already jumping about in the surf with the ball
as I tentatively walked into the cold water which made my nipples instantly
pop out. I quickly acclimatised and joined in their game which seemed to
be a version of handball. I was having great fun diving into the waves
when, just as I tried to retrieve the ball, I felt a hand push my
shoulders. The next I knew I was face down in the water. As I managed to
get my head out of the water I felt Ralf and Mark tugging at my pants.
Another wave crashed into us, knocking me helpless. When I recovered Mark
was leaping through the water with my pants in his hand. 

As I sat in the water I quickly realised that there was
nothing I could do. After all ‘I had already seen their bits so they may as
well see mine’! I slowly got to my feet discretely letting them see my
neatly trimmed pubes. Just as I made eye contact with Didi the ball hit me on
the head knocking me sideways. After a few minutes being naked in the
water felt very liberating, especially when the surf went between 
my legs frothing around my pussy, making me even hornier. 

Eventually as we trooped back up the beach I spotted a
couple of old men now sitting close by the shelter. Both were short, quite
chubby, grey haired and had moustaches, one was very thick and bushy. They
smiled and waved as I walked past which made me self-conscious about my
nudity again. As the boys were already drying themselves Ralf threw me my pants
which I instantly threw into the shelter, confirming that I was staying
nude. 

After toweling myself dry I began covering myself in suntan
lotion, Stefan offered to rub some into my back. I nodded agreement and passed him
the bottle. He was as good as Didi had been the previous day. I closed my
eyes as his hands pressed the cool liquid into my hot skin. 

Soon his hands wandered underneath my arms until he was
gently massaging the sides of my breasts. I calmly raised my arms to allow him
free access. I gasped as his cock began to stiffen against my bum as he firmly
squeezed my tits and tugged at my already stiff nipples. “That is
good? Yah?” He whispered. “Mmmmmm, yes…very.” I replied as I maneuvered
his rising cock between my arse cheeks. 

Didi shouted something which made Ralf stop and the others
including the old men all laughed. Ralf squirted some lotion at Didi then
chased him around the beech until he finally caught him, pushing him into
the soft sand. 

We continued like this for the next couple of hours –
playing in the sea then the boys taking it in turns oiling my back and tits. My
pussy ached so much it actually felt as if it had been kicked, I was so turned
on as I watched them oiling themselves especially when they took their
time rubbing the cream into their youthful penises. When they massaged me
they no longer made any pretence at having erect cocks, in fact Ralf and
Mark took great delight in rubbing oil into theirs directly in front of
me. 

I felt absolutely brazen as we ate a late lunch. I was now
so relaxed with my nudity and the effect that it was having on my new friends
that I deliberately sat with my legs apart giving them an unobstructed
view of my pink gash. As the afternoon wore on I became sexually
frustrated as all of their fondling and massaging kept bringing me ‘to the
boil’ then they would stop. 

Then after being groped and fondled by three of the boys as
we played Frisbee in the surf, Stefan was rubbing oil into my tits one of his hands
slowly descended into my trimmed pubes in front of his friends. I heard
the boys laughing and looked over to see them all sitting legs apart,
making no attempt to hide their own hardening cocks. Delighted that at my
age I could seriously turn on a group of horny teenagers I motioned Didi
to help his friend, by waving the bottle. His purple knob peeked out of
the foreskin as his long cock swayed in front of him as he stood up. 

Didi squirted more lotion onto my tits and belly then his hands
replaced Ralf’s on my heaving breasts. Both boys caressed and stroked my middle aged
body, taking great care when their young hands covered my tits, arse and
thighs. 

The others were standing very close now touching my aching
breasts as well, as the two boys had worked their hands and fingers between my legs
until they were touching and fondling my soaking pussy without actually
penetrating it. Mark began talking to Ralf in German, then taking hold of
my wrist he told me, “We should go into the shelter." 

“No, not here, please. Let’s go back to the hotel. There are
too many people here.” I panted, hoping that I was finally going to
get the good fucking that I was aching for. 

All five boys had raging hard-ons as they hurriedly put
their shorts back on. As they hastily packed the rucksacks Ralf handed me my
bikini. I grinned and tucked it inside my own bag. It was about a mile
back to the Jeep but I wanted to be stark naked as I walked back through
the other tourists with my five young friends. I could feel my love juices trickling
down the inside of my thighs as I walked hand in hand with Didi as we
followed the others along the beach. 

At the car I put my shorts and bra on and climbed into the
back with Didi, Ralf and Mark. 

We were hardly out of the car park when Mark had lifted my
tits out of their supporting cups exposing my breasts to the world as we zoomed back
to our hotel. Didi cupped my head in his hands and finally kissed me. Our
tongues wrestled like spitting cobras as someone slid a hand inside my
pants and pushed at least two fingers into my sopping hole, I spread my
legs as far apart as possible making it easier for him to finger me to a
screaming orgasm. 

Ralf slowed down as we entered the hotel car park, making
sure that no one could see us, especially as my shorts were now around my
knees. 

Mark set off first on a ‘scouting mission’ to see if Rob was
sitting on our balcony. Thankfully he wasn’t so we discretely made our way up
the back stairs until we entered the boys’ apartment. For a few seconds we all
stood in silence then I pulled Ralf’s shorts down making his cock spring
into view. I knelt in front of him and opened my mouth. He knew what to do
and eased his ever stiffening cock past my lips. I immediately licked,
sucked and slurped on his hot pink knob. Hands were now grabbing and
groping at my tits and arse as I gobbled his salty cock. 

I moved my head away and began sucking on Stefan’s slim
dick. It wasn’t as stiff as Ralf’s and with a slight push it went straight to
the back of my throat. I kept my jaw as wide open as possible as he fucked
my mouth making his cock go deep into my throat. Someone had now spread my legs
and was fingering my sopping cunt with at least three digits right past
his knuckles. Stefan was jamming his cock faster and deeper into my throat
as I bobbed my head backwards and forwards. 

I sensed that he was about to blow his wad and should have
made him withdraw but the finger fucking that I was getting at the other end
was driving me crazy. 

Stef grabbed my wet hair and forced his cock as far into my
throat as it would go then grunted like a bear. My breathing was getting out of control
as I felt lump after lump of thick German spunk slide down my throat
straight into my belly. I could hardly taste his cum until he quickly
withdrew his deflating member smearing my tongue with his salty seed. 

I gripped his shaft as Didi instantly replaced him in front
of me and nibbled on his ball sack making him wince with pain, I then ran my tongue
along a thick blue vein that ran along the underside of his cock until I
got to his floppy foreskin which was still covering his bell-end. It felt
strange as I began sucking his ‘skin and knob at the same time. As I
filled my mouth with his cock the fingers were removed from my swollen
cunt and then replaced by someone jamming their cock deep inside. 

Obviously I’d never done anything remotely like this before
and the idea of being fucked at both ends had been a fantasy of mine (and my husbands!)
for many years. Whoever was fucking my doggy fashion grabbed my hips and
hammered into me like a piston. Even if I hadn’t had a fat cock in my
mouth at the same time this would have been a terrific fuck! But sucking
Didi at the same time had my clit ready to explode. 

As he rammed my cunt I had to grab Didi to stop myself
falling over as my knees were sliding on the tiled floor. Then, suddenly, as
the cock was pulled out of my twat I turned my eyes to see Mark’s spunk
heading towards my swinging tits. Didi grabbed the back of my head with
one hand and began tugging at his cock with the other until he filled my dry
mouth with sticky spunk, as splash after splash of Mark’s spunk landed on
my chest and slid down onto my nipples. When he was satisfied he moved
away leaving me on my hands and knees trying to get my breath back through
a mouthful of teenage sperm. 

I spat some out but because I was out of breath it seemed to
stick to my tongue and everything as it was so thick. Shattered, I rolled onto
my back. The boys still surrounded me and talked and laughed excitedly in German.
As I grabbed a bottle of water and took a long gulp Hans took hold of one
of my ankles and pulled my legs apart. Grinning he stared at my gaping
love-hole, “Okay?” he asked as he knelt between my thighs. 

“Yes…yes,” I gasped as I gulped down even more
cool water, “but let’s go into the bedroom!” A girl has to have some
comfort even if she is getting gang-banged! In a second after lying on the
scruffy single bed his knob was sliding past my love-flaps making me groan
like whore. I lay flat on my back and wrapped my les around his tanned
back drawing his six inches even deeper inside my body. His face fell onto
my chest and he began suckling my tingling nipples as he pounded my pussy
with vigor. 

Ralf knelt beside my face and offered his cock for me to
suck again. Smiling, I obediently opened my lips for him. It was difficult to concentrate
on sucking his young cock as Hans was rattling my cunt like a diesel
train. 

I used my tongue as best as I could while he fucked my
mouth. When he moved his body I could see the others standing around smoking,
laughing and tugging at their hardening cocks. Then I spotted the two old
men as well! They must have followed us back to the hotel. 

My hips were now rocking in time with Hans as he increased
the intensity of his fucking, making the bed shake. I knew that he must be
close to cumming as his face was becoming contorted. I unlocked my ankles
from around his back expecting him to withdraw but he took advantage by manoeuvring
his shoulders under my legs forcing my ankles behind my ears and sending
his cock deeper into my belly! In seconds both of us screamed out loud as
we orgasmmed together. Ralf forced his cock back into my throat as my
mouth hung wide open. He moved his weight onto his other arm and began
pumping his hot greasy juices into my stretched throat as Hans continued
filling my womb and belly with his own spunk. 

As my trembling orgasm subsided we collapsed in a bit of a
heap. The boys slowly slid their deflating cocks from my body and were
instantly replaced by Stefan and Didi (again). I was now developing a
taste for cum and was sucking Stefan’s cock so hard in my desire for
another mouthful that he actually begged me to slow down and be gentle
with him. I complied but it wasn’t easy as Didi was becoming more
confident as he fucked me and he too lifted one of my legs into the air as
he jack-hammered my willing cunt with his virile young cock. 

I was covered in sweat and gasping for breath when they
finally ‘came’ in my mouth and cunt at exactly the same time. My clitoris felt
as if it would explode at any time if I didn’t do something about it soon. Then
I opened my eyes to see the two old men standing either side of the bed
naked. The one with the bushy moustache was stroking a huge cock inches
away from my spunk covered face, the other man’s was dangling between his
legs. Both cocks were much bigger than any of the boys. 

He started to say something in German to me as he rubbed the
bulbous tip across my cheek. Ralf laughed and translated for me, “He
thinks that you are the sexiest woman that he ever seen and he would like
to fuck you!" 

I held my hand out and wrapped my fingers around the
wrinkled shaft, drawing it to my mouth. His bell-end was as wide as Didi’s but
it must have been at least 2 inches longer. I sucked and slurped like my
life depended on it, hoping that he wasn’t going to cum too quickly as I really
wanted to feel this thing inside my eager twat. The next thing that I knew
was that the other old man was licking my spunk covered pussy. His tongue
felt like velvet as it glided over my blood engorged labia sending mild
electric shocks to my brain. 

My hand began rubbing the cock that was in my mouth in time
to the other men’s administrations to my tingling cunt. I knew that I should
stop but it felt so good in my mouth and the tonguing that I was getting
was ‘out of this world’. For once in my life I let my brain decide what to do
and I virtually threw the cock away from my head as I lay spread-eagled on
the small bed as my new lover did things with his tongue that I didn’t
know possible.

As my orgasm built up and deflated I began tugging at my
nipples nearly pulling them off my tits I was getting so worked up. Then he did
it! My head and body were contorting as if I was having a fit when he
finally flicked my throbbing clit with the tip of his tongue. "AaaaaaagggggGGGGHHHHHYYYYEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!”
I screamed (in my head!) As a spine snapping orgasm tore through my body
followed by tiny orgasm after tiny orgasm until I nearly passed out.

When my ‘moment’ subsided I realized that everyone in the
room was laughing at me. It took a few seconds but when I focused my eyes the old
man was wiping his face and I could feel that the bed was now damp. I had
relaxed so much during my intense orgasm that I’d totally let go – pissing
all over the poor guys face! 

Embarrassed – I covered my face. I needn’t have worried,
both men were laughing and the one with the bushy moustache appeared to be congratulating
his friend. As his friend continued wiping his face with a towel the other
one knelt between my splayed legs and aimed his huge rocket in the
direction of my trembling pussy. Smiling, he gently placed my thighs onto
his forearms and lifted my hips into the air making me rest on my
shoulders. 

The boys were all very quiet now as they watched the tip of
his monster touched the outer lips of my stretched cunt without any help.
Grinning now he muttered something that made Ralf and Mark smile as the
fat knob eased its’ path into my well fucked hole. 

My breaths were getting shorter as I anticipated the next
move. Oh FUCK! I wasn’t disappointed! Every inch of his fabulous cock seemed to
find new parts of my vagina that had never been fucked before. At first he was
slow and gentle as he let my hole acclimatize to the size, then when he
sensed that I was relaxing he began to increase the speed and ferocity of
our fucking. My legs were now dangling over my face as his fat old cock
battered my insides as it tried to get into my stomach. I had never felt
anything as wonderful or as painful in all of my life. I gasped and
grunted and moaned and gasped again as he fucked the living daylights out
of me. 

“Oh yes…oh, oh…fucking Hell! Oh yes, that’s so big,
that’s so fucking big!” I chanted like a mantra. 

Then with a chuckle and a wheeze he sent his cock deep into
my body one final time; filling my married hole with yet more German cum. He remained
stock still; resting on his weight on his hands as jet after jet he squirted
his juices deep inside my body. He gently relaxed his position and slowly
released my legs until, trembling; they fell by his sides into the puddle
of cold piss from earlier. The man moved backwards pulling his long fat cock
out of my soaking cunt until; with a ‘plop’ our bodies were finally
separated. I lay gasping for breath again, staring at his glistening cock.
Wondering how I had managed to get all of it into my once tight hole.
“Andrea…Andrea!” Didi startled me. 

In a daze I looked at him as the old man climbed off the
bed. “He wants to know if he can fuck you in the doggy position.” He
asked in a matter of fact manner, pointing to the other old man. 

In the cold light of day he must have been over 70 and was
quite a bit fatter than his friend, but he had given me the most glorious
orgasm so it would have been rude not to oblige him. 

Every muscle and joint in my body ached as I maneuvered onto
my hands and knees and rested my head on the pillow as I prepared myself for my final
shafting of the afternoon. When I spread my legs apart from him I felt
copious amounts of excess cum dribble out of my stretched hole onto the
bed, making the boys laugh. 

The old man shuffled behind me on the bed patting my bum
cheeks as he nudged his cock between my cheeks. My cunt was hanging wide open
from the hammering that it had taken in the last hour, yet it still took
my breath away when his man-meat snaked inside. 

He grabbed a hip with one hand and squeezed my arse cheeks
with the other as he rammed into me as hard and fast as possible making me
grunt and gasp like earlier. I was shaking my head and trying to meet each thrust
of his with one of my own when I suddenly felt a ‘thwack’ on my arse
cheek, then another, then another. The bastard was spanking me as he
fucked me! 

When the initial shock wore off my arse stung like Holy
Hell! Thwack, thwack, thwack! The smacks got faster and harder, making me bite
the pillow as I felt yet another orgasm building up inside my clitoris. Thwack,
thwack he carried on spanking as hard he was fucking me. Shit! I could
feel my getting unbelievably wetter with every smack. Without thinking I
grabbed one of my tits and slid the other under my belly until I was
frigging my clit like a crazy woman! My fingers were getting soaked with
my love juice and spunk which was oozing out of my cavernous hole. I was
furiously rubbing my clit, desperately trying to make myself cum, as he
moved his hand from my hip. 

I hardly noticed as he was still paddling my arse with the
other hand and pounding my pussy until I felt some pressure on my anus. 

“NOOOOOOO!” I squealed as a stubby finger
penetrated my virgin arsehole, “NOOOO, stop thhaaaatt!”

Of course he ignored me and dug deeper pressing onto the
membrane until I felt him touch his cock. My head was spinning as the thwacks
on my arse cheeks got harder and faster as he furiously pounded my cunt
and arsehole until he suddenly exploded inside my cunt as yet another amazing
heart – stopping orgasm took my breath away.

The German boys were laughing and chattering as they left
the room leaving me lying in the mess of spunk, sweat and piss. My tits and cunt were
aching but all I could really feel was my stinging arse cheeks as I
clambered off the bed and gathered up my clothing.

“You may want to use our bathroom,” Ralf whispered
as I picked up my sodden bikini pants, “before you return to your husband.”
I nodded and limped into the small shower. The warm soapy water felt
wonderful as it cascaded down my abused body. My skin tingled as I washed
their caked cum off my tanned torso. I was as quick as possible, making
sure that there would be as few telltale signs of my debauchery as
possible. 

Slightly embarrassed now, I smiled at the boys and their new
older friends as Mark opened the door for me to leave. “Will we see you
again in the morning?” Ralf asked hopefully. “Perhaps.” I
whispered as I blew a kiss. My pussy and arsehole ached like nothing I’d
ever known before as I hobbled along the corridor hoping that Rob would
still be ill. 

Thankfully he was still asleep when I entered my own
apartment. I showered again and dressed in very loose dress, leaving my
knickers off, as I couldn’t bear to feel anything touch my tender pussy. 

Day 5 

Rob was well enough to join me by the pool the following
day, and by leaving for breakfast earlier than usual I missed the boys at breakfast.
At 6.30, just as we were preparing to get dressed for dinner there was a knock
on the door. My stomach turned and my heart raced as Rob opened the door.
One of the girls from reception was carrying a huge bouquet of lilies for me.
The note read, ‘to Andrea, thanks for a fantastic holiday, sadly we must
return to Germany this evening and will never see you again.’ And all five
boys had signed it. Yet again this only confirmed to my husband that they
must have been gay.

2 Months Later. I was watching my favorite soap opera when
Rob called for me from his den. I nonchalantly walked upstairs expecting him to show
me yet another picture of a car that he wanted to buy. 

My jaw dropped to the floor as he turned the screen to face
me. “Recognise anybody?” he whispered. On the screen in perfect
colour was a picture of me sucking Didi’s young cock. “Oh shit!”
I gasped. 

Robbed clicked the mouse again – another picture, this time
I was smiling as I licked his knob. Click – picture, click – picture. I was stunned
into silence, click – picture, click – picture. The bastards had been
taking photos and I had been oblivious to it. As the last picture of me
with a mouthful of cum filled the screen, Rob moved his chair back exposing
his erect cock. Grinning he asked, “Is there something that you want
to tell me?" 

College Trio

Short Story

A cigarette before sex always calmed Monsignor Bernard’s mind.

It was a chill clear evening as he looked up, the moon waxing crescent. Frost was certain. The mush of late autumn leaves were rusty and soggy under his feet as he looked down. However, his regular glance was through the sparse trees to the secured wooden door in the ivy covered wall that opened onto the cloister of the diocese all girls boarding college for refined young ladies or as their parents hoped virginal incarceration . It was nearly nine as he glanced at his watch.

It was confession that had led to this evening. Not his own, Bernard had ceased to grapple with his own conscience unlike Jacob who wasted a whole night wrestling with an angel. Jacob had left unattended two horny wives and two equally unrequited servants for lesbian mischief.  He always wanted to include that in a Sunday sermon.  He couldn’t currently find a way to work it in even with a morality angle.

Confession by college girls: the highlight of Bernard’s week.  They were young but definitely not so innocent.  What they considered sin Bernard thought was life education. Still he played by the rules when it was required if they suited him. He listened intently, drawing out easily the libidinous and smutty details that often gave him a boner in the confessional.

The college chapel was nineteenth century tasteful Romanesque revival at the northern end of the cloister. It had been constructed by faith in a series of serene uncomplicated arches and plain windows that diffused an unearthly light for those who trusted the unseen to assuage their bodies.  Bernard was a convert to human touch or a cigarette in the interim, either being infinitely more rewarding for alleviating self doubt. He never had any self doubt at the point of orgasm.

The actual confessional was crafted with a devotion Bernard now lacked. It was entirely constructed of striking ornate oak. The dividing grille was an elaborate lattice of mini crucifixes.  Bernard remembered last week’s confessionals as he took a lingering drag on his unfiltered fag. He recalled clearly ‘his senior’ about to graduate, pristine angels when in choir harmony, with their pure virginal hearts. However, trying to contain slutty heated thoughts as they were seated silently in a row with legs crossed waiting to confess all.

Trapped in their demure excessively modest ankle length navy dresses, white blouses buttoned to the collar and tightly cuffed at their wrists. Sweet young bodies denied their natural flaunting tease of attraction by a rigorous century old rule book that imprisoned breasts and soft thighs in unflattering, unappealing and deliberately unattractive clothes. Traditional old school blazers and white gloves added to the impersonal uniformity.  However, their lively, sneaky, devilish eyes always gave them away; along with their whispered, privately revealed litany of salacious, perceived sins.

The three senior students he was now waiting for floated lazily through his mind like the smoke rings he was practicing; whiling away inconsequential minutes, because the rest of the night was his.

He recalled, sweet seductive Erica, the sports captain, who tried vainly to channel her excessive energy into individual excellence or boisterous team pursuits. She had recently been crowned National under nineteen hurdles champion. Bernard was going to see how far Erica could really stretch those legs.

Erica began her confession with the sign of the cross, then garbled out; “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was two weeks ago. I missed last week’s because of the National championships"

“What have to confess my child” said Bernard. Child my arse. She was nubile and ready.

“Monsignor…I have touched myself repeatedly…too many times …to recall the number…I was so excited after winning the title …I came twice with the shower jet..Plus I had impure thoughts concerning the whole under twenty-one National weightlifting team”

There was that natural sincerity in her voice. She never made anything up. Reality was way ahead of online written erotica which Bernard was developing a penchant for.

“Three Hail Mary’s, purchase two candles…and in future…. recite your rosary… after…sorry before temptation.”

“Thank you Monsignor”

Next it was the seemingly demure, modest and meek faced but hormone raging Bethany, the angelic lead voice of the choir. A rare coloratura Soprano, destined for the International Opera scene. It was Bernard’s desire to find out what sexual note she would hit with an intense orgasm.

Bethany began her confession with the sign of the cross, and then whispered “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was last week”

“What have to confess my child” said Bernard. She had recently turned eighteen. She had a woman’s needs.

“Monsignor…forgive me…I took one of my penance candles to self pleasure myself all through  the  week…I committed the graver sin of sharing a bed with Chastity Palmer who fingered my vagina and anus…oh forgive me”

Bernard wanted to dispense a vibrator but it was the usual Hail Mary’s and no candles this week.

Finally the inappropriately named Chastity Palmer was on the other side of the grille, the chaste in her name had disappeared a long time ago. She was however, the linguist of the college, in more than one way. She spoke several languages and was learning three more currently. Chastity was a true cunning linguist who shared her talented tongue around the dorm at night, creating damp patches of liquid delight as she whispered obscenities in tongues to get her victim into the zone. Chastity was beyond confession and her penance was preordained, every week it was organising a new assignation.

Chastity began with “Okay Bernie… my cigarettes and my flask of vodka first”

“In the secret compartment by the alter as usual…there is a vibrator as an extra treat”

“Okay…what have you planned for this week?”

“The infirmary as usual …let me in by the cloister door at nine…and invite Bethany and Erica…they have the most immediate needs…and keep your hands off them till Thursday night”

Bernard stubbed his cigarette, grounding it under his heavy black boot. It was nine. Chastity was always punctual. The tower bell pealed for nine.  Punctuality; was one of the rare useful life values that was instilled by a private religious education. This assignation was timed to coincide with the sister’s regular Thursday evening vigil for the less fortunate; Bernard was on his own mission to assist the sexually needy.  A vocation in life is a true calling.

“Ah Chastity…are we organised” …it was always a slight let down if Chastity failed to lure the nominated prey. Still regularly fucking Chastity was preferable to abstinence.

“Yes… but I want an extra pack of Vodka cruisers next week …no questions asked”

“Consider it done “and they were already across the cloister and on their way to the infirmary.

Oh the delight of silky skimpy pj’s on nubiles. Lustrous shiny freshly shaved legs.  A sweet coiled waterfall braid of strawberry blonde hair on Erica. The ever classic ponytail and cute fringe on brunette, Bethany. Yes, then the cropped edgy fiery red hair of the sassy Chastity. Bernard got his hipflask out, filled with sickly rum and coke, not his taste, but the standard stripper of inhibitions formula for flighty capricious impulsive young women. They were making short work of the contents. Bernard was unconcerned as he produced a second metal flask with similar deliberate high alcohol content masked by saccharine.

They were giggly and heading quickly to loose. Their legs were wiggling and their toes flexing. Chastity would choose the moment. She always orchestrated it so disarmingly like it was an accident. There it was; her own nipple slip, then her full breast. Pert and softly rounded, demanding attention, Bernard always thought buttermilk and nipples of Venus, every time this happened.

A shocked ‘oh my’ from Erica; but her eyes were staring. Bethany was already caressing and tweaking what she had only recently felt in the dark. Chastity was guiding Erica’s hand onto her other now exposed breast. Bernard was relaxed as the ménage got underway. Chastity had Erica’s and Bethany’s tops open and was exploring two sets of breasts at once.  Greedy girl thought Bernard as two young nubiles were working in tandem off her breasts as well, now with soft lips. There was a flurried blur of wet mushy nibbling of nipples which was followed by a deft regular flicking, as the sweet pink treasures that nipples are responded tenderly. As nipples flexed in rigid anticipation of each nimble lick from an adoring eager tongue, they glistened in youth’s full firmness.

Chastity was shockingly uninhibited mused Bernard. So caught up in their eager new discoveries were the two novices, they had forgotten the aged male presence in the room, exactly how Bernard liked it in the early stages of growing passion. The candid stage was his. He could watch and wait, as the tempo grew and it was pleasurable watching. He was currently enjoying three tongues probe and melt and mould into each other simultaneously.  Here was the pagan power of Eros unbridled.

It was all delight appraising the quality sleek white buttocks of Chastity as she squirmed out of her silky drawers. Two separate hands from different girls were fingering her snatch, Bernard filling in the unseen sight with previous images of Chastity’s fleshy quim.  Her labia were inimitable in their nautical association, a memory from his younger prevocational sailing days:  her right lip shaped like a billowing full spinnaker, wide, oh so wide, the left flap, a sharp angular jib.  Chastity could barely suppress murmurs of delight escaping her soft moist lips. The self-indulgent tramp was enjoying four hands now, plying randomly her fleshy sails and buttermilk melons.  Her stalking hands were lowering the last skerricks of sham silky decency to Erica’s and Bethany’s ankles. Where they both carelessly kicked their pj’s bottoms away like parading in your birthday suit in the infirmary was as natural as Lady Godiva suddenly undertaking weekly rides through Coventry.

“Monsignor…your appraisal please “said Chastity as she lined the girls up for inspection.

Bernard was impressed with Chastity’s effort. He decided to double the Vodka for this impudent trollop.

Greeting his seasoned, experienced, hardened, and worldly eyes was an invigorating tonic to his jaded cynical mind; three heart shaped trimmed pubic mounds. Erica, even cropped was a true blonde, irrefutable like papal infallibility. Bethany’s trimmed black pubes like a dark cocoa against soft white chocolate skin. Chastity like a bitch on heat, the strumpet with her firecrotch, its usual but even more startling red, as today it was shaped as the third pubic heart, a valentine for the taking.

“Thank you girls …please turn… and bend over “.

Chastity took the lead and her obedient acolytes in the fellowship of St Bernard’s lustful secret order did likewise.

The deference to authoritative discipline installed by private religious education was alarming at times to Bernard.  Somewhere in about twenty years time they would all send their daughters to this prestigious and highly respected institution, they would have fond memories of the college and so would their daughters. Bernard did a quick calculation and liked the future prospect.  He spread their legs easily and even got his hurdler to reveal her technique.

Chastity’s sweet treat was a given. Her sails viewed from below her arse crack were quivering naturally for any attention.  Erica, a true athlete and a potential ballerina with this exquisite pose, had her left leg up like straddling a hurdle , gaping both her puss, which was  spread liked the creased pleats of a skirt and her delicate anus ring radiating out  like a dahlia in full bloom. While the angelic Bethany had fairy wing soft petaled labia in a glistening pinkish rose hue, layered in intricate folds like elaborate origami.

Bernard never ceased to wonder at the surprise provoked by the touch of another. Confession told Bernard they knew their pussy’s in intimate self loving detail. Yet they went into moaning rapturous apocalyptic revelations of self at the adroit tender first touch of a man. The self-indulgence pleasure principal accepting both crass and polite manipulations, cravingly responsive to the repeated desired touches as cascades of pleasure flowed and were constructed in their neighbouring orifices; that Bernard was stage-managing jointly.

Bernard thought if you sinned, make it worthwhile.  The fingers of his left hand were working in a partnership pleasuring Bethany’s virgin arse and succulent damp pussy.  The two fingers in her cunt definitely indicated she required a fat cock not a thin candle here. Monsignor’s right hand was generously finger fucking Erica, her meaty pleats saturated like a summer skirt in the rain. He understood the theology of the trinity well, three in one and knew how to do it. He bent his face and his tongue was splattering salvia like heaving splashing waves over Chastity’s labial sails. The red haired she devil‘s fingers joined the party, teasing her own clit.

Bernard knew from constant practice the wonders of multitasking. Erica had the athletes controlled breathing but it was rapidly entering a deep low sexual pant; ‘ah, ah… ah’. Chastity was a notch up in tone, repeating her selfish ‘mmm, mmm’  , but tonight it was in harmony because Bethany was a Capella , shit if she got any louder the sisters would investigate. It was surely the finger in her virginal chocolate freckle  along with the generous two in her snatch that was creating perfect pussy purring pitch, the sweetest ‘oooh yes…oooh yes… oooh more’. Bernard reflected sadly but for only a moment, he may have missed his true calling as a choir conductor.

He realised it was time to send his pilgrim of lust , his firm staff of comfort into the valley of shadows between three sets of quivering anticipating leaking thighs.

“Chastity sit on Bethany’s face for a while …otherwise… it’s back to the dorm for both of you.”

Chastity was instantly face sitting and Bethany’s tongue was slurping and sucking and her fingers were alternating between rapid fucking and lingering stretching.

Bernard’s cock was prodding obscenely deep into Erica’s tight athletic twat. She had that fastened supple stretching to clenching with absolutely no cunt slack; she was sphincter tight in her muff hole. He would have to test drive the tighter hole next. Her wetness and his thickness were taking her down the track to orgasm faster than an Olympic medal run. It was clear she had orgasmed hard with a long; ‘Ah yes …. Ah yes…oh my god’. Two sweet tear trickled down her face, one from each eye and her own femcum oozed gently around the edges of her pussy, and then meandered in streaky wetness down her right thigh.

The urge to jab into and then poke a decent few thrusts into Erica’s single eye now dominated Bernard’s immediate desire, it was the only dry spot on her sweaty flushed post orgasmic lithe frame. Always prepared, his scouting days helped here as did deep pockets in his black cassock, he squirted a generous  amount of lubricant onto his fingers and started to massage his way gently into the tightest of tight holes. It was truly tighter than the proverbial waterproof ducks arse.  So virginally tight, but Erica’s mind was loosening to the experience fast, some cute ‘ahs’ escaping unevenly. It was time to shape her orifice with hard meat. Bernard engaged years of experience for this most memorable of buttholes. Tensely stretched and firmly wrapping, yet pliant, only just yielding, remaining tight like a rigorous athletes training schedule.  Her puckered flesh drawn out snugly as his penis moved out and slightly away, then her flesh  pushed in with his penis,  to be greeted by the ‘ah’ of carnal delight. The close constriction of mutual skin dominating the seeming sealing of bodies, focussed in one arse, one penis, but two minds. Erica’s pleasurable beyond pleasurable puckered starfish remained tighter than a photo finish at a world championship. Bernard felt a medal winner, ‘Christ this was good’, his only blasphemy for the evening flitting through his mind as he realised it was a dead heat of pleasure as Erica released a trinity of ‘ahs’.

Bernard had a duty of care to share the love, so grudgingly he released his penis from unadulterated heightened delight.

Still holding his boner well, impossible not to with instantly easy accessible pussy at cock level, Bernard had Bethany bending over the bench and tag teamed Erica’s pucker for some lick smacking teasing to Chastity.  Bernard nearly came way too early as he viewed petal pink perfection, he felt the folds of flesh in deep Persian pink deserved a spray of male pearl droplets. Bethany’s butt cheeks were the framing vase, complimenting her hourglass petite hips. Someone had to christen her coochie, luck was with Bernard. He set a slow rhythm like warm ups at choir practice. It was clear Bethany was enjoying this, starting with a few basic contralto grunts of pleasure, but hitting the high notes fast, as Bernard’s love muscle hit indecent depths.  She was addicted to the ‘oooh ‘…but her keen enthusiasm for more delight started a series of ‘oooh fuck…faster…oooh fuck me… deeper’. Bethany was a quick learner. Bernard held her thin waist and was now filthy deep, pounding against her quivering buttocks hard with each massive thrust.  She hit her highest orgasmic note; the one Bernard hoped to hear, singularly shrill, opera star perfect, ‘Oooh’, luckily; as the tower bell rang for ten o’clock.

Bernard really wanted to see his cum spread on Bethany’s glistening sticky pink petals.  When a pleasure fixation fixates, well it’s got to be fixed. Bernard held his load to swelling capacity, then withdrew and cascades of dribbling jerky male juice sprayed in a deliberately confined area. Her pussy was the true pearly gates; heaven was open and glowing between a young woman’s legs. Then wafting like the heady dispensed incense from a crucible in a cathedral, the musky scent of Erica’s pleasure hole joined in, as Chastity brought Erica’s clit, to her second climax of the evening.

Erica, Bernard was absolutely certain, would medal at the Olympics in future years and the weightlifting team would leave the media in stupefied ignorance as to their surprise medal failure and lethargy, having been taken out in pairs or god forbid the developing thought; one goddamn Roman sized gangbang initiated by  Erica’s insatiable needs off the track.

“Chastity …tidy up as usual…now remember your prayers girls …and include me for weekly treats…good evening.”

As he closed the door in the wall brushing through the ivy, the crunch of autumn leaves indicated a very heavy frost. Bernard only paused to light up.

A cigarette after sex he had always known cleared the conscience.