Alice

You know I'm really just an ordinary sort of a guy. Twenty-five years old without any ties (so far I've avoided the tender trap of marriage), a nice little job in a bank in the city of London and a BMW outside my Notting Hill Gate flat. I'm an accounts manager in a well known bank. In the office there are five of us who are male, young, well off and randy. Life revolves very sweetly with earning a wad and then spending it in the pub and on pulling the birds. In fact there's a sort of running competition between our little band of five to see who can pull the best birds. When a new female joins the office it's almost all out war to see who gets into her pants first. The girls here are great and most are up for it if push comes to shove but it's the new meat that keeps the interest up - if you get my drift. By the way, if you are politically correct and find my views unacceptable, tough - get a life. Back to my tale. The start of my decline was heralded one day when the section manager announced that his personal secretary (a nice little number with 38DD tits, a cunt like the grand canyon and a very generous nature) was in the family way and was leaving to get married. A replacement was joining the bank the next week. Immediately bets were on and chat-up lines were being rehearsed. The next Monday she arrived - a small but nicely rounded chick with black hair pulled back in a bun and round rimless glasses. She was dressed in a severe grey suit with a skirt down to her knees. She was quite pretty if you could see past her obvious disguise. All attempts by the guys to attract her interest were rebuffed with a cold stare. She was going to be a challenge. Her name was Alice.

Bad luck would have it that I had to go to Japan on business the following week and it looked like I would lose the race to conquer Alice. Oh well, such was life. I had a rewarding and sexually satisfying trip and returned to the office two weeks later expecting to hear how Alice had been won over. To my amazement the guys were walking around like whipped dogs. The story was the same from all of them - all attempts to persuade Alice into bed had failed miserably. None had even got her out on a date. One of the guys had hacked into her personnel file on the computer but all he found out was that she was 24, unmarried and liked horse riding and classical music. Not much to go on, particularly when you consider that nearest I get to a horse is in the betting shop.

OK, music it had to be. As luck would have it, the promenade concerts were about to start. (for those of you not from the UK, the promenade concerts are a series of concerts held in the Royal Albert Hall in London during the summer months) A quick look at the programme gave me my lead. The next Saturday there was a concert of English music including Elgar's Enigma Variations and Delius' Brigg Fair - both guaranteed to bring a tear of happiness to the eye of the most hard hearted Brit. Here was the key to her pants.

Using a contact I obtained two tickets and with a tap on the door slipped into Alice's office. Putting on my most innocent expression I launched my attack. "Er excuse me Alice, I wonder if you can help me out?," I began. "I have two tickets for the Saturday promenade concert but my sister, who was going with me, has had to call it off. You look like the only person in the office who would appreciate the concert, would you be interested in coming?"

"You do surprise me, Henry," she replied coldly, " I thought you were only interested in drink and sex."

This wasn't going to be easy. "There is a lot of truth in what you say," I replied. "But I do actually have interests that I don't announce to everyone at office" (maybe an insulted and hurt response would help). "Anyway, if you're not interested never mind" and I turned to leave.

As my had reached for the door, she spoke again in a rather warmer tone. "Actually I would love to go, Delius is one of my favourite composers."

Amazing! Round one to me. "I'll meet you outside the Hall at eight o'clock," I replied and left.

The game was on but what was the next step?

Chapter 2

My appearance was going to be all important. I could not risk appearing in my best "bird pulling" gear. This lady needed stealth and cunning. Our seats were in the main body of hall and evening dress seemed excessive. I selected a dark blue silk suit, white shirt and elegant navy blue tie with a tie red stripe. Elegant and smart but nicely understated. Rather than use my turbo-charged bird pulling cologne, I decided a subtler approach was needed for Alice. A slightly scented face balm was employed instead after my shower and shave. Clean smelling and slightly sexy without being overpowering. I felt rather like a fly-fisherman stalking a particularly nervous trout.

She looked stunning. Gone was the frumpy suit. She was dressed in a nice little black dress which showed enough of her ample cleavage to give me hope. Her jet black hair was worn loose and fell nicely over her shoulders. Gone were the glasses. I had a hard-on in seconds. "Steady on tiger," I murmured to myself, "don't lose the plot now."

She smiled as I said hello and I gave her a slight kiss on the cheek - just enough to greet her without blowing my cover. Her perfume was subtle but overwhelming.

The concert was tremendous and just as I hoped Alice found the music nicely moving and as we left she linked her arm in mine and leant slightly me. The next step was tricky.

"Would you like some supper?," I asked.

"Hmmmm, that would be nice," she replied. I knew this little place in the West End which served excellent French cuisine, and of course the owner was a good friend. (successful seduction requires thorough planning!)

A simple nicoise salad and a steak washed down with a choice Burgundy got us both in a mellow frame of mind. We spoke quietly over coffee. With careful probing Alice began to fill me in on her background. She had graduated in English and was currently gaining experience in the banking world. Working as a personal assistant provided excellent experience while she decided on her next step. She did not intend to stay as a PA for long. She had a small flat in Bayswater and had lived in London for 2 years. She enjoyed the work at our bank but found the other members of our little gang of five all rather irritating and childish. She was amazed that they believed that any woman would want to jump into bed with them at the drop of a hat. She actually commented that I was a little different and at least I hadn't tried to put my hand on her backside ("not yet," I thought). I replied that I was grateful for her comment and that I did try to respect other members of staff ("you lying bastard," I again thought)

It was getting a little late and we caught a taxi to her flat. As we stopped outside I realised that the most crucial stage had been reached.

"Henry, I really enjoyed this evening, I had my doubts over going out with you but you have been a revelation" she said. "Would you like to come in for a night-cap?" Paydirt!!! I was in!!!

"Yes, would like that very much," I said, masking my excitement.

Her flat was small but very nicely furnished. Here was a lady of style. I went through to the lounge and I sat down on a leather sofa. It was warm and I asked if she minded if I took of my jacket.

"Go ahead" she called from the kitchen. Soon she came in with a tray. On it was a jug of fresh coffee and a bottle of brandy with two snifters. She then went over to the stereo put on a modern jazz CD and sat down on the couch next to me. This was a serious atmosphere for chilling and soon we were talking like old friends. Soon I noticed that the booze was beginning to affect both of us and soon we were sitting closely. This was the time to make my move and I leant over and kissed her. She moaned and kissed me back.

Soon we were into some real deep kissing and I could sense Alice becoming aroused. I took a chance and put my hand on her knee. She froze. Shit, I had misplayed the game and blown it. To my surprise, instead of pushing me away however she quietly said "Please don't, I'm a virgin." To say I was surprised understates things. My mind was racing, what could I do? Then, inspiration.

"That's OK, I understand," I said in my most understanding tone.

"Sorry but I come from a strict background and I have always sworn that I will be a virgin on my wedding night," she added.

Damn, my chances had gone down the pan, but I was determined not to leave without some fun. "Do you trust me?," I asked.

"I think so," Alice replied.

"OK, there are other ways you can enjoy yourself without fucking," I added, "take off your skirt and tights."

Alice blushed but stood up and took off her skirt and pulled down her tights. Her underwear was simple but a real turn on. No, not a G string or thong, but simple matching cotton bra and panties. "OK, go lie on the bed," I said, and she obeyed. You should now understand that one of my talents is giving head and Alice was about to experience all my skills. I leant over her and kissed her navel. She moaned gently and shivered. I gently nibbled my way down her body to her fleshy pubic mound. Her panties felt soft on my lips and I could smell her musky cunt. I tried to ease her legs apart but she resisted. I looked up and said "It's OK, I won't hurt you." "I'm afraid I might be smelly down there." she said blushing furiously.

"You do but it's the best smell in the world," I said. She smiled and parted her legs. I planted a firm kiss on her clit. Even through her panties she felt enough to make her gasp. The gusset of her panties were damp and slightly stained. I ran my tongue down it savouring the tang of her urine and other juices.

Like many dark haired women Alice was pretty hairy and tufts of hair poked out from the legs of her panties - wow that was sexy. I moved my lips down her legs and gently ran my tongue down her foot. This is a risky strategy and can be a passion killer if the woman is ticklish. No problem here, she loved it. I sucked on each toe running my tongue between them tasting her slight sweaty flavour. From her movements I could tell that Alice was ready for more. "Can I take off your panties?," I asked. Alice blushed again and hesitated. "I promise I won't do anything you don't want," I added - and I meant it. Giving her the maximum pleasure was all I wanted now. Even though my cock was fit to burst I was having too much fun taking Alice into unknown sexual territory. (if they ever develop a university course on fucking maybe I'll apply for professorship) She nodded and raised her lower body slightly. I eased down her panties and the glory of her hairy snatch was revealed. It was incredible.

In my experience many women find contact of their clit too much early on in sex and prefer pressure on the area just above it. Alice was no exception and she started to gasp as I sucked deeply on her hairy pubis. After a while I took her erect clit, which was surprisingly big, and sucked into my mouth rather like a woman sucking a cock. She nearly fell off the bed!! To give a chance to recover I moved my tongue down and lapped at her cunt. It was really small and I could feel her complete hymen as I probed with my tongue.

Suddenly she spoke in a small voice. "Henry, would you lick my bum?" You know there are some words like fuck and arsehole which just sound crude when spoken by a woman. Other words like bum are somehow sexier. Coming from Alice in her small quiet voice it was almost painfully cute. She knew what she wanted to say but was too shy to use cruder words.

"OK I said" She rolled over and pushed her arse towards me. Her pubic hair extended into the darker brown pigmented area around her anus and in the middle was her small puckered hole. I sniffed and absorbed the slight musk from her anus and gently licked. She reacted like a horse spooked by a rattle snake. My tongue had obviously hit the spot. I licked harder in a circular motion pressing from time to time in the centre. More and more she gasped and her anus began to open and I pushed my tongue in and out. I was fucking her arse with my tongue and she pushed to meet me as my tongue went in. I could taste the bitterness of the smears of shit inside her sphincter and boy did it taste good! That was it, she gave a loud moan and orgasmed. I was amazed. As she rolled over I could see from the deep pink flush on her neck and upper chest that her reaction was no fake. I couldn't believe that anyone could orgasm from being rimmed but here was the evidence.

The booze and the orgasm must have been too much for Alice because I realised she had drifted off to sleep. The slight smile on her face was enough satisfaction for me. I undid her bra, mainly because I wanted to see her tits, and pulled the blanket over her and left the bedroom. After adjusting my throbbing cock in my pants I turned off the light, left the flat and walked home. I hadn't had my end away but I didn't mind - a quick wank later would sort out that.

Sunday mornings are sacrosanct to me. I usually creep out of bed around nine, shower and then spend two hours drinking coffee and reading the paper. The next day was no exception and I was quietly pondering the Times crossword when the phone rang. It was Alice. She said hello in a rather subdued voice and asked if we could meet. The day was nice and sunny and I suggested we met in a small pub I know opposite Hyde Park at 12.00.

I had hardly started my first pint of ale when Alice arrived. She was wearing a bright sun dress, her hair was worn down and she looked pretty as a picture. I brought her a drink and we sat in a quiet corner of the pub.

"I want to apologise for my behaviour last night," she said. "I don't know what you mean," I replied in confusion. "I shouldn't have fallen asleep the way I did and left you to let your self out." came he reply. "Also, I hope you didn't mind doing those things I asked you to do."

I had enough of this. "Am I complaining?," I asked. "First of all I was pleased to do whatever you asked and the fact that you fell asleep makes no difference. You enjoyment was enough for me. Secondly you must learn to stop apologising and start enjoying yourself. There is no need for you to be shy or embarrassed about sex." I replied in my sternest voice rather like a father telling off his daughter. Up to now I couldn't give a toss about a bird's feelings, only whether she enjoyed a good fuck. Somehow with Alice things were different.

Alice looked relieved. "Henry, I want to make amends, would you like to come around to my flat for lunch?" Naturally I accepted. Lunch was a delight, salad, fresh bread, plenty of chilled white wine. Something still bothered me about the previous night and I came out with it. "

Alice, forgive my curiosity, but I can't believe the way you orgasmed as I rimmed your rear" She blushed a little and said explained how her anus had always been her most sensitive area and how while all her friends at school masturbated by rubbing their clits or pushed a vibrator into their cunts, all she needed was to push a finger or other suitable object into her arse. Her favourite toy was a 2 inch thick German candle which had a rippled surface rather like tree bark. This was guaranteed to bring her off. As she got older she also found great satisfaction from a little scat play.

She liked the smell of her shit which was left on her finger or candle and soon found that the taste was also to her liking. Because her friends did not get the same sensations she started to worry that she was abnormal and became withdrawn. This has led to shyness and the cold facade she put on at work.

I'm not a psychologist but I couldn't see that she really had any problems. What she needed was a good dose of reality to clear away her misplaced repression. I explained to her that there aren't really any particular sexual practices which are normal or abnormal. Some, such as paedophilia which are commonly unacceptable, but it's all about what turns you on and whether you do any harm. If her arse does the business for her then fine. No-one was entitled to judge her.

Alice suddenly said "Henry, I want to pay you back for last night. Stand up and take off your clothes." Being an obedient sort of guy I did just that. Just as I reached just my under pants Alice grabbed me and started to tongue my navel. Wow, was that good. "Slow down," I gasped, "I want to see you naked." Without any hesitation Alice stripped. She looked amazing, her tits were full but didn't sag in any way. She had pert, dark nipples which were erect. Her dark bush spread across her lower belly and formed a thin line up to her navel. Before I could look further she knelt down and started to kiss my cock through my pants. She slowly pulled my pants down and took my cock in her mouth. She had the softest of mouths and she gently sucked as she moved my cock in and out of her mouth. I groaned how good it was. Alice stopped, looked up at me and said

"Believe it or not, yours is the first I have ever sucked." And resumed her sucking. She certainly was a fast learner. Her tongue traced it's way to my balls and she took each one in turn into her mouth. Her tongue continued it's way down and soon she was greedily lapping at my anus. By this time I was seriously ready to shoot and I thought my cock would explode at any time. Alice eased two fingers into my arse and gently rubbed my prostrate. At the same time she resumed sucking my cock. This was too much and I told her that I was about to cum. In reply she sucked harder and my jism spurted thickly down her throat. Alice swallowed as fast as she could but the white fluid escaped the sides of her mouth and dripped onto her perfect tits.

"That tasted good," Alice exclaimed as she licked my cock clean. I wasn't in a fit state to reply.

Later we lay on the bed resting. Alice was slowly pushing her finger in and out of her arse with obvious enjoyment. "Would your arse like some more attention," I asked.

"Definitely," she replied, "but I would like to try some other things."

"Do you like the taste of shit?" Alice asked. I had tasted a small amount the previous night and yes it did taste OK. I told her so. She removed her finger and I could see it was well covered in shit, she must have had a full load inside her. She licked her finger and offered it to me.

"Want a lick?" I took her finger in my mouth and sucked it clean. Yep, her shit still tasted good.

"Can I shit into you mouth?" Alice asked. This was a new idea but it wasn't the time for faint-heartedness.

"OK," I said, hoping I was going to like it, and I rolled over onto my back. Alice squatted over me with her arse above my nose. The smell was strong and I guessed that she hadn't showered that day - probably on purpose. She lowered her arse and I pressed my mouth over her arse-hole and sucked. I pushed my tongue in and her arse opened. My tongue soon encountered a turd. Alice pushed and the turd slid into my mouth.

Initially the smell was too much and I felt the need to throw up. I managed to control it and things improved as I felt the greasy surface of the turd slide over my lips. Soon my mouth was full and the turd was pressing at the back of my throat - I had to work hard not to gag. The heat and rich taste from Alice's shit was overpowering. The knowledge that the heat was from her bowels made the whole process so much more intimate. I felt as though I had visited her most private places.

"Don't chew," she ordered. As she pushed she lifted herself up. The turd must have been about seven inches long, half buried in my mouth and half sticking out. Alice turned around and took the other end in her mouth and pushed her face down towards mine taking her half of the turd deep into her mouth. Soon we were kissing each with half a turd buried in our mouths. She moaned gently and started to chew on her half of the turd, I started to do the same. It was soft and started to melt in my mouth. With my mouth full of shit a brown mixture of shit and saliva spilled out and trickled down my chin. The taste can only be described as unique. Not tasty in the normal sense of food - this was too bitter and pungent. There was a deep sexuality that no normal food could reproduce. A deep intimacy of sharing - everything is exposed, there are no secrets. We had both swallowed our share and kissed deeply exchanging fluids. As we did, Alice reached behind her and pushed another turd into her hand. She held her hand in front of me and squeezed it closed so that the shit squirted between her fingers. She then pressed her open palm against my face. And rubbed. Once my face was well covered she careful licked me clean pausing from time to time to kiss me deeply.

"Do you want to fuck my bum?" she asked. "Yes please," I naturally replied. She then squatted over me and lowered herself onto my throbbing cock. Her anus was relaxed and slightly open after her shit and my cock slid easily into her messy hole. Alice gasped loudly and pushed down until her arse pressed against my balls. I have a pretty decent sized cock which is both long and fat and I was surprised how easily she took it all.

"This is better than a candle," Alice grinned and she started to ride my cock up and down. With every stroke her gasps got louder and her face redder. I could also feel my cock swelling. Just before I came Alice's eyes opened wide -"I hope you don't get any bigger" she gasped. We came together, Alice with load gasps and squeals, me with thick jets of cum into her bowels. The sensation was so strong that it felt as if my guts were being pushed out of my cock. After a moment, Alice reached over to the bedside table and picked up her wine glass. She lifted herself off my cock and held the glass under her arse to catch the brown mixture of cum and shit as it poured out. She pushed until with a loud fart most of the fluid poured out. Then with as much an expression of ecstasy as a connoisseur of wine she drank the mixture down and then licked the glass clean.

"I want to taste your shit," Alice said, in a while. I had no desire to taste my own (I would rather eat hers) so I squatted over her face. She immediately sucked at my arse greedily. As I pushed a fat turd out she sucked and chewed at it. In record time Alice ate the lot.

A while after we had recovered, showered and were laying on the bed resting I spoke. "That was the most incredible experience of my life."

"Hmmmm, it was pretty good wasn't it," Alice replied. "Look Henry, I know you're not strong on commitment but I think we have some great chemistry going between us." I couldn't argue with her. "I don't want to loose this thing we have going but I can't compromise my beliefs concerning my virginity. What are we going to do?"

Even in my weakened state I couldn't contemplate marriage - well not yet. "Alice, I love you dearly, I think you're great company and a wonderful person, and I respect your views. I want nothing more than to stay with you and to continue our relationship. Will you consider for the time being that we continue the good work we have started and see how it develops?"

She nodded with smile and kissed me deeply while rubbing my cock ......

Epilogue

So it was agreed, we were now an item... but what about work, I had to get the heat off Alice from the other guys.

And so it was that when I reached work the next day I met up with the rest of the gang of five in the smoking room. "Any luck with Alice," was the question. "No," I replied, "She basically told me to clear off when I asked her for a date. I also have it on very good authority that she is in fact a lesbian." I felt slightly guilty about lying to the boys but I had to put them off somehow. "Well I guess that's it," said Pete my best mate, "Anyway, there's a new blonde in the typing pool whose just gagging for it." And with that comment they left to check out the new challenge. Easy when you know how!

What surprises me most about this whole saga is how the whole game has sort of backfired on me. I set out with the intention of shagging the arse off Alice and then moving on. Instead of this, she has ensnared me by her naive lust and the new delights of her scat. I'm now basically a groveling puppy who'll do anything to taste her dark brown gifts. And do I care?.. what do you think?

The Christmas Party

You may recall how I told you about my meeting with Alice and how we changed each other's lives. When I finished my tale it seemed that all was simply resolved and we had a "lived happily ever after" scenario. Well to a degree this was true but life is never that simple, is it?

I was quietly relaxing in my office over a cup of coffee when Jim, one of our little band of five at the bank, came into my office. He sat down. "Henry, me and the guys are worried about you. In the last couple of months you've be acting strangely." I knew what he meant. It was near enough two months since my weekend with Alice during which we discovered each other and formed our relationship. The problem was that I was now committed to Alice and didn't want to continue in the girl-hunting games the guys played. It was only a matter of time that they noticed my lack of interest in our normal "fun and games". I couldn't tell them about us because I didn't want to compromise Alice's position at the bank and in any case our business was our own. I had left the guys believing that Alice was a lesbian guy hater.

"Sorry, Jim, the recent stress of work has taken my mind off my leisure activities," I answered lamely. I could tell he was unconvinced and suspected something deeper but it was the best I could offer. "Well it's the Christmas party next week, maybe we'll have to see what we can do you relieve your stress," he replied.

The whole office was buzzing over a new typist who had recently joined. She was the most amazing girl I had ever seen. A young 18 year old blonde with a body to die for. At least a 36D bust, a beautiful trim waist and the cutest arse you could imagine. Worse than that she had the sweetest innocent angelic face which made grown men melt with lust. The fact that she dressed quite conservatively made her attraction greater. Her name was Gabrielle, an angelic name to suit an angelic woman. I had no doubt the guys would be after her at the party. I was not wrong.

The party as usual took place in the executive conference room on the top floor of the bank building. In addition to being an occasion for celebrating the festive season it also was the time when the Christmas bonuses were handed out. That meant that it was an event for much drinking and jollity. The year had been particularly good for the bank and the bonuses better than usual (mine was a useful 250,000 pounds) so the party spirit was better than ever. Alice came to the party for a couple of hours and then left. This was for two reasons. First because of our secret and her need to maintain her cold distance she could hardly stay on for any longer and secondly her sister was arriving for a Christmas holiday and she needed to get the guest room sorted.

I spent the first few hours drinking and socialising with the upper management - if you want to invest in your career a little judicious brown-nosing does no harm! I had just finished working on the bank chairman when Jim staggered up. "Hey Henry," he whispered in my ear, "Come along to my office, the party is really beginning." I followed him to the office and inside found Gabrielle with the rest of the gang of five. She was stripped down to just her panties and giving one of the guys a deep blow job. Her tits were amazing. You know how some women, as their tits grow during puberty, get nipples which seem disproportionately large for their breasts. The common term for such types is puffy. I have always found these to been extremely sexy. In Gabrielle's her large firm breasts were topped which the most amazing "puffy" nipples I had ever seen. I felt my cock stand to instant attention. The other guys started to really work on her, one sucking her clit, one licking her arse and two on her tits. She gave every sign of thoroughly enjoying this attention.

"Come on Henry, dive in," Jim called. I was in a hole. I really wanted to sample Gabrielle's delights but I couldn't cheat on Alice. I sat in a chair, "Let me watch for a while," I said and started to rub my cock. The guys and Gabrielle rearranged themselves and soon resembled a cross between a porn video scene and a circus act. One guy had his cock jammed to the hilt into her arse, one equally deeply in her cunt. Jim was busy reaming her throat and the forth made do with a hand job. With what can only be described as a masterpiece of timing all were thrusting into her in unison.

"Hey Henry, stop jacking off and join us," Jim shouted. This guy was becoming a pest. "There isn't any room for me," I replied. "Use my arse," Jim replied. I was somewhat taken aback. To my knowledge none of the guys were gay and I certainly wasn't. I had wondered what gay sex might be like and the idea of a tight arse seemed more attractive than my hand. Anyway, if you don't try something you don't know what it's like. I rationalised that it wasn't the same as screwing another woman and wasn't really cheating on Alice. I got up and went over to Jim. He smiled. Gabrielle was sucking vigorously on his meaty cock. He bent forward a little and pulled his arse cheeks apart. "Make yourself at home buddy," he invited. I knelt down and gave his arse a lick. (for lubrication, you understand) Jim had recently showered but there was a hint of shitty musk to his crack which wasn't unpleasant. His anus relaxed as I licked. Fortunately I had a condom in my wallet and I pulled it on (I wasn't about to endanger either myself or Alice by being unsafe) and with a firm thrust pushed my "old man" up his chute. "Steady on old chap," Jim gasped, "the old passage isn't used to heavy treatment." I took advantage of Jim thrusting into Gabrielle's throat by standing still. That way my cock rubbed in and out of his tight passage as he thrust - why not let other people do the work. The whole scene was quite surreal and the sight of all these sweating and thrusting bodies was quite a turn on. Inevitably we all orgasmed and Gabrielle received a full load into her three orifices as well as a blast across her magnificent tits. I blew my wad into the rubber with my usual enthusiasm although I would have preferred it if it had been into Alice's arse. We all sprawled out on the floor getting our breath apart from Gabrielle who stood up dripping cum down her legs and from her tits. "Not bad for openers guys, who wants more?" she smiled. The guys all groaned and declined her kind offer.

"I didn't know you were bisexual," I later said to Jim. "I'm not bro," he replied with a grin. "I couldn't stand to see you sat there not getting stuck in." What a guy.

Alice's young sister

I left the party soon afterward and got a taxi to Alice's flat. She let me in. She had recently showered and was in her bathrobe and had a towel around her hair." I hope you're not pissed," she said with mock severity. "No more than usual," I replied. I made coffee and we snuggled down on the couch. With more than a little trepidation I told her about the session with Gabrielle. When I told her about Jim's offer she surprised me by smiling and asking me to fill her in on every little detail. "Did you like licking a guy's arse," she asked. "Not as good as yours," I answered, "Your crack is isn't filled with hair like wire wool! On balance while it was better than a wank I'm not really into the guy-guy scene and prefer to stick to fucking a plump female arse."

"Good," she replied, "you've tried it once now don't let it happen again," and that was that.

With all this talk and sitting next Alice knowing that she was nude under her bathrobe I started getting randy feelings and began to nibble on her neck. "Behave yourself," she whispered sharply, "June is in the next room." Damn, I had forgotten her 16 year old sister who was visiting for Christmas. Almost on cue the door opened and in she walked. I hadn't met June before but my immediate reaction was that she was almost a junior version of Alice. A slim pretty girl only around 5 foot tall with long dark hair. She was wearing a white T shirt and white panties and was barefooted. Her shirt was quite thin and I could see that she had a nice pair of tits. "I thought I heard someone speaking and came to see who it was," she said. "You must be Henry," she said holding out her hand." I stood, took her hand and bowing at the waist kissed it. "At your service ma'am," I spoke in my most gentlemanly fashion. She giggled and blushed and sat on the chair with her feet tucked under her. She certainly was lovely. I knew that Alice was very protective of her sister, especially since this was her first stay in London on her own. Having only just started my relationship with Alice I wasn't about to misbehave but a man can look. (as long as he doesn't touch!) "You shouldn't walk around like that!" Alice scolded. "Come on sis, I'm sure Henry has seen it all before." Alice sighed in resignation, they had obviously had similar differences in opinion before.

We chatted for a short while before Alice noticed that it was after two in the morning and suggested that June should go back to bed. With a notional good-natured moan of complaint June gave both Alice and myself a kiss on the cheek and left the room. "She's a nice kid," I said. "Yes," Alice replied and elbowed me hard in the ribs adding "And don't you try to take any liberties." She knew full well that I wouldn't but couldn't resist a pointed reference to my previous attitude to women. "Don't you think its time you should be going to bed as well," Alice added. I agreed and went to leave the flat. (we had agreed that it would be best if I stayed at my own flat during June's visit) As I opened the door June stuck her head out of her room and said "I thought you slept here Henry," Alice blushed and good-naturedly told June to get back to bed. "That girl is getting too cheeky for her own good," she muttered, smiling.

The next day Alice and I met after work to do some shopping. As we entered Alice's flat later we heard the sound of rock music being played loudly in the lounge. Alice went into the kitchen and I looked into the lounge and saw June, naked from the waist down lying on the couch. She had her knees up to her chest and was rubbing her clit while pushing a small vibrator in and out of her anus. He face was flushed with pleasure and she gasped with every thrust of the vibrator. From time to time she removed the vibrator and put it in her mouth. Her eyes were tightly closed and she hadn't heard us came in. I quietly went into the kitchen and suggested that Alice went into the lounge. I followed her and saw her stop at the door. Her initial look of surprise was replaced with a smile and motioning for me to stay in the hall she went in and partly closed the door. Looking through the gap in the doorway I saw Alice gently put her hand on June's naked arse. June's eyes flew open in shock and she blushed bright red. I realised that June was deeply mortified at being caught with her pants down and I quickly beat a retreat to the kitchen to leave the girls to talk.

I sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee and read the Evening Standard. After about half an hour Alice came in and sat down. With a smile on her face she told me what had happened. I experienced deja vu as she explained that June also experienced deep sexual satisfaction from her anus and that she routinely masturbated while listening to her favourite rock bands. Furthermore, she was stimulated by the smell and taste of her shit and she frequently drank her own piss. Up to now nobody had known about it and she was too embarrassed to tell her friends at school about it. I thought back two short months to that weekend that Alice made almost the same confession to me. Alice continued saying that June was very embarrassed and confused but Alice had offered to help her. I thought fine, that's what sisters are for. Then came the bombshell. Alice wanted me to help too. I really wasn't happy about this because I was now a one woman guy and didn't want to foul things up. Alice reassured me that as far as her sister was concerned she had no problem with me "helping out" but if I ever tried anything with any other woman she would personally geld me with a blunt knife. (it's good to know where you stand) I reluctantly agreed.

We went into the lounge. June had pulled on her panties and was sat on the couch looking red-eyed and shamefaced. Alice and I sat either side of her and put our arms around her. Alice looked at me inviting me to speak first.

"Look June, I imagine your feeling pretty embarrassed and upset at the moment," I began. She nodded mutely. I continued. "It really isn't a big deal, everyone gets caught with their pants down, even me and your sister." She smiled weakly at my feeble joke. "The important thing to understand is that you can trust me and Alice not to tell anyone else and that we care and understand." I could see she was beginning to relax so I explained how she had nothing to be ashamed about and that using her arse was a perfectly valid means of sexual gratification. I also told her what her sister and I liked to do. That really did shock her. "I never guessed sis," she gasped looking a Alice. Alice smiled and said "And you'll be surprised how much fun you can have. Let me show you."

Alice stood up and stripped. She then undressed June and led her to the bed room. I followed shedding clothes as I went. "Henry, please show June what a good rimming is like.," Alice asked. Now June was every bit as sexy as her sister except a little thinner. Her breasts had than firm springiness of youth and were capped with delicious brown nipples. Her body was slim and her rear pert. Her hair between her legs was dark and bushy although not quite as prolific as her sister, yet. I was really looking forward to tasting her charms and I think June got the message because her eyes were fixed on my cock which was valiantly pointing upwards. Alice got June to kneel on the bed and I knelt on the floor behind her. My face was level with her delightful rear and I eases her cheeks apart. Her cute anus was fully exposed apart from a few dark hairs. It was slightly open and smeared with shit following her use of the vibrator. Very lightly I brushed her anus with my tongue. June shivered and moaned quietly. The smell and taste of her sweat and shit was divine and I licked more firmly around and around her anus. June was getting turned on and pushed back against me. Taking that invitation I pushed my tongue into her anus and immediately felt her sphincter relax and open like a flower bud. This girl was not shy.

Alice moved her head under June and started to suck on her clit. This treatment really started June jumping. As I pushed, licked and rotated my tongue the further it went into her receptive anus. I tasted more and more of her bitter wastes. June suddenly spoke," Your tongue is making me want to poo."

"Just let it go," Alice replied. June began to strain and push. As she did a spurt of piss splashed out onto Alice's face and lips. To my knowledge Alice hadn't previously tried drinking piss but she must have liked it because she lapped up every drop. (I made a mental note to try introducing water next time Alice and I got down to serious fun) More and more piss spurted and Alice drank it down. I felt a small turd move into June's anal ring pushing my tongue out the way. It was quite small and I sucked it into my mouth. I chewed on it feeling the texture and experiencing the flavour before swallowing. A second larger, softer turd appeared. I held this in my mouth and fed it down to Alice's mouth below me. We passed it back and forth between our mouths allowing our saliva to soften and dissolve it. Alice held onto the turd and them moved up to June's head. They kissed deeply exchanging the brown soft paste. Alice then moved round and kissed June deeply and fully sharing the brown fluid in her mouth. I could see that June was reaching the edge and licked and sucked deeply on her gaping and shitty anus fucking it as deeply as I could with my tongue. Her arse bucked frantically and with a huge fart she came violently.

After cleaning up we lay, still nude, relaxing on the bed. June was utterly shattered by what must have been the first real orgasm of her life. She stammered her thanks to us for showing her what was possible and how much fun anal and scat sex was. Alice explained that she didn't need to thank us and that we had enjoyed it as much as she had.

June stayed with us for a further week and I think it's fair to say that by the time she left she had acquired a good introductory knowledge of fun sexual practices. She was an apt student and she and Alice agreed that June could stay with Alice during the Easter holiday for further advanced tuition. Later, when we were alone, I asked Alice how much the session had turned her on. She replied that she had thoroughly enjoyed it. She was sure that she wasn't bisexual and that it was only her deep affection for June that induced her to do what she did. I found certain parallels between this and my behaviour with Jim at the party and concluded that I probably didn't understand sex as much as I thought. Anyway, enough of the philosophy.

Alice Gets Promoted

One day early in February I was sat in my office when Jim burst in waving a piece of paper. "Henry old chap have you heard that miserable bastard Williamson is leaving?" Basil Williamson was one of the senior managers and a shit of the highest order. His departure meant that there was a promotion opportunity. "It looks like one of us is in line for a promotion," Jim added with some glee. Clearly he fancied his chances.

I made some phone calls and pondered the possibilities. I soon came to the conclusion that the job wasn't for me. In my job I have three sources of income. Firstly I have the basic salary of 100,000 pounds as an accounts manager. Added to that I get a 5% commission on every new account I get signed up. Finally there is the performance based bonus every Christmas. Last year this all totalled over 400,000 pounds. (Not bad for a guy who didn't make University!!) The senior manager only gets a basic salary and an annual bonus. I reckoned that promotion would probably lose me around 100,000 pounds a year. Since I'm motivated by money not power this would be a bad move. Having thought it through I consigned the idea of promotion to the waste bin and got on with my work.

That evening Alice and I sat relaxing after dinner. "Henry, can I ask you something." Alice was being unusually tentative and I wondered what was up. "Of course," I replied. "I want to apply for Mr Williamson's job, what do you think my chances are?" she continued. To say I was surprised was an understatement. "Give me a moment to think.," I asked and started to think things through. Alice was a personal assistant earning around 25,000 pounds a year, but was she executive material? Well she had a degree and was overqualified for her current job. She was ambitious and had always said that she did not intend to be a PA for long. She was highly regarded by the senior mangers and seen as being a sharp cookie and a safe pair of hands. She was used to working one to one with senior staff and major customers. All in all, her idea had a lot of sense. If taken on ability rather than seniority she should get the job. Given the salary of 130,000 pounds it was worth her going for it. Finally Williamson wasn't in my department so there wasn't any potential for conflict of interest. It all made sense. "Go for it," I finally replied, "and let me know how I can help." Alice smiled with relief.

As a non-runner I was amused by the antics of many of the people going for the vacancy. Jim and one other of the "gang of five" had applied as had two other accounts managers. Adding in Alice that made it a four man and one woman race. When Jim heard about Alice applying he went crazy. The possibility of him being beaten by a woman and particularly that "cold bitch" Alice was too much to contemplate. He redoubled his efforts as did the other male applicants to brown-nose and suck-up to the senior executives. Alice was also amused by all this and contented herself with simply getting on with her job to her best ability.

You guessed it, Alice got the job. Jim and the others went ape-shit. Two resigned, and Jim went on a week long bender in our local wine lodge drowning his sorrows.

Alice was quietly pleased as I took her out to a lavish celebration dinner. Later we sat at home nicely pissed after a couple of bottles of champagne. "I suppose now you're my superior in the bank I'll now have to call you ma'am and speak to you on bended knee," I joked. Alice looked amused at this novel idea and said "Yes I suppose you will. I know you're an expert arse licker, how good are you at kissing feet?" she asked. I decided to play along, "I don't know ma'am, I've never tried."

"Perhaps you need some practice, on your knees my man" I hadn't tried this domination thing before but I felt my "old man" stiffening nicely in my pants. I knelt and took off Alice's shoe. "Kiss my foot, knave," Alice commanded. I did so breathing the sweaty and very slightly cheesy smell. "Now lick my foot," Alice continued. I did so slavishly licking the sweaty deposits between each toe before sucking each toe in turn. I repeated the process with the other foot. My cock was getting seriously cramped and I moved my hand to loosen my pants. "What are you doing, worm," Alice shouted. "Sorry ma'am, may I have permission to release my penis," I requested humbly. "Proceed," came the reply.

Alice eased her skirt above her waist and spread her legs to expose her crotch. "Kiss my sex, slave" came the inevitable command. Alice wears the most sexy underwear I know, simple cotton panties and bra. Many trendy women might find skimpy thongs and G-strings to turn men on, I prefer simple virginal panties - they leave so much more to my over-active imagination. I could see that Alice was turned on from the moist patch on her panty gusset. I could also see slight yellow stains where her surplus pee had soaked into the material. I kissed her fully on the panty crutch. The smell was amazing. "Lick me" she insisted. I licked and sucked feeling her moisture fill my mouth. "Take off my panties" - I obeyed. Alice took the panties and showed me the inside. I could see a dark brown mark where her dirty anus had rubbed. Alice pulled my mouth open and pushed the knickers in. "Suck them". I did so feeling her strong flavours fill my mouth - God this was wonderful.

I could see that Alice was really into this role play and was moving events to her favourite sex play. "Undress and get into the bath" - I was nude in seconds. She followed me into the bathroom and squatted over my head. "Remove the panties and open your mouth wide!" As I did, she began to piss into my mouth. My mouth filled with her hot salty and slightly sour piss. She stopped when my mouth was full and spoke. "Swallow, pig" I did with great enjoyment. This process was repeated until her bladder was empty. Alice moved her arse down over my chest and crapped. She must have been saving her shit up because a long light brown turd came out spiralling on my chest. When done Alice pressed her shitty anus against my mouth and told me to clean up her mess. As I licked and sucked I felt her start to twitch has she worked up to climax. I sucked and tongued deeply until finally she came. Alice got out of the bath and took a piece of her shit and holding to my mouth "Now eat, pig" I did with pleasure. It was quite clear from the look on Alice's face that she was having great difficulty in maintaining her stern attitude and with a grin she burst in to laughter. "God, Henry, you look a sight there covered in shit. let me clean you up." With that comment she started to eat some of the heap of shit on my chest sharing it piece for piece with me. She then stopped noticing my throbbing cock. "I better do something about that swelling," she mused and taking a handful of the softest shit on my chest started to rub my cock firmly. The slithering of her warm moist shit was too much and I ejaculated fiercely splattering my white fluid over Alice's arm and chest. "Not bad big boy," she smiled, "maybe you can do better with a little training."

We enjoyed a leisurely hot shower and settled down in bed. Joking aside I could see that Alice was troubled. "What's up?" I asked. Alice hesitated, "Henry tell me that my promotion isn't going to change our relationship." I replied as sincerely as I could. "You got the promotion on merit and deserve the salary and power that goes with it. I'm happy with my own job and as far as I can see the two are quite separate. As far as I am concerned you are still the Alice that I love and lust after."

A Wedding !!

Our conversation after Alice's promotion added to thoughts I had concerning our relationship. From the start Alice had made it clear that she had strict views on sex before marriage and although we did and enjoyed most things, full vaginal sex was out. I was happy to accept her views and given my reticence towards marriage we had now had a strong and fulfilling unmarried relationship.

With more than a little surprise I found my feelings changing as time went by. I was finding it more and more difficult to be away from Alice. I found a depth of feeling which I never felt before and in fact to use a word I very rarely use, I was in love. I wanted our relationship to be complete but I wasn't sure what Alice felt. I couldn't see any way around it but to ask the big question. That evening we sat watching TV. I had drunk at least four large whiskeys to build up my courage and Alice noting this caustically commented that she hoped I wasn't planning to get pissed. I realised that I had to make a move and I got up, switched off the TV and knelt on one knee in front over her. (well you've got to do things right) With a swallow and a quiet prayer I spoke the dreaded words, "Will you marry me?" Alice's eyes widened and she looked at me as if I had finally gone mad. She looked at me in silence for what seemed minutes. "Oh shit," I thought, "Here ends a wonderful relationship, she's going to blow me out." And then she spoke...

Of course she said yes. I won't bore you with details of the tears of happiness, kissing, cuddling and all that stuff - suffice to say she felt as strongly as I did and was delighted to make an honest man of me. I've already told you about Alice's beliefs concerning sex before marriage. Although we had sampled most sexual delights during our relationship normal vaginal intercourse had been a no no. Alice's beliefs centred on the biblical constraint that sex was strictly for procreation within a stable marriage. Our contact up to that time had not strictly constituted sex and was acceptable within her beliefs. The upshot was that the wedding would be a full church event. For me, an agnostic who hadn't been to church since his teens this was an additional trial. Alice insisted that I at the very least started to attend church before hand. With a groan I complied.

The next weekend we went to Alice's parent's home for the ritual inspection. I hadn't met them before and Alice was absolutely terrified that I wouldn't hit it off with her family. She needn't have worried I actually got on very well with both of them, particularly her father who shared my love of vintage single malt whisky and helped me consume a bottle I had brought along specially. (I can be a smooth bugger when needed!!) Both her parents were satisfied that I would make a suitable son in law and I received their assent. June thought the whole idea of me marrying her sister hilarious and told me that she didn't think I had it in me. Alice told me later that June was concerned that we would stop her sexual education but Alice soon reassured her. My parents were completely taken with Alice and delighted that I had found someone to "deal with me". (They had never been too happy with my misbehaving ways.)

I decided to ask Jim to be my best man and asked him around to my flat. "Jim, I'm getting married and want you as best man," I told him. He went sort of purple in the face, bug-eyed and gasped - I guess it was the last thing he expected to hear. "Who is it?" he wheezed. "Alice," I replied. He went redder, started to foam at the mouth and gasped "Not old iron pants! You sly, conniving, lying, fucking cunt... you... you... you..." He just sat there his mouth flapping open and shut making squeaking noises. I could understand he was finding hard to come to terms with the truth. Here was his best mate, soul brother, guy who had not only shagged many birds with him but had shagged his arse, getting married to an apparently cold-hearted woman who had got the promotion he had wanted. I thought that he was going to throw an apoplectic fit.

I fed him a medicinal whisky to soothe his nerves and he slowly calmed down. I explained how I had got to know Alice and explained my reasons for not telling anyone before. After a while, and several more whiskys, Jim understood and agreed to be my best man provided he had first go at any bridesmaids. (you can't keep a good man down for long.)

The following weeks were filled with the seemingly endless tasks involved in organizing a wedding. We decided early on that we could easily afford a major event and that we would take the opportunity to invite as many of our two families as possible. We booked a major London hotel for the reception. We agreed that June would be the chief bride's maid. June had a very close friend, Sue, from school and June asked that she be invited to be a bride's maid. The rest of the bride's maids and pages were made up from various nephews and nieces. With much moaning and complaint I dragged Jim to Saville Row where we were fitted with our suits - this was to be a top hat and tails job. "I look a right pratt!!" he complained as I showed him how to tie the grey silk cravat we were using instead of ties. "The women find this sort of dress irresistible," I told him smoothly. "Is that right?" he responded doubtfully. "Believe me it's a veritable 'bird magnet'," I assured him. That was enough for Jim.

The service went smooth as silk. The church was filled with friends and family - several of the guys from work came just to see what they always thought would be impossible. Several of my former conquests attended just to see what sort of woman managed to catch me. The female members of the families loved it - it is always great to spend money on a fancy hat and have a good weep. Alice was breathtaking. A full white dress which was low cut but still sufficiently modest. I must admit (and don't you dare tell anyone else!) that I had a tear in my eye as I turned to "kiss the bride". All in all an emotional and enjoyable occasion.

We all decamped to the hotel where the reception took place. We worked through the meal and speeches and everyone got down to the serious job of drinking and dancing.

"Who's the bride's maid?" Jim asked me. I saw that he was pointing at Sue. I must say she was a luscious piece. She was pretty as a picture, a fairly tall girl (I guess around 5 foot 6 inches) with thick wavy blonde hair. Her bust must have been a good 36D and the low neck of her bride's maid dress showed a liberal cleavage. And that was what Jim was looking at. I knew the girl was 16 so she wasn't jail bait. "She's June's friend, her name is Sue," I answered. With a lecherous grunt Jim walked over to her.

Alice and I spent the next couple of hours circulating with the guests and we then slipped up to suite we had booked for the night before we left on our honeymoon. We went into the suite and immediately slipped into a lustful clinch. As we kissed deeply I heard a noise from the next room. We slipped quietly over to the door which was open about an inch and looked in. We saw Sue on her knees sucking deeply on Jim's cock. Now Jim is not a small boy - I reckon he must have a good 10 inch cock with a good 2 inch girth. Sue was taking it as deeply as well as a seasoned pro and obviously enjoying it." I wonder where she learnt that?" Alice whispered. Then the penny dropped - "June!" we said in unison. Our sex lessons had no doubt been passed on.

Our debate was interrupted by a groan from Jim as he ejaculated into Sue's mouth. She swallowed as much as she could but some spurted from her mouth falling onto her ample breasts. Jim has got remarkable recuperative powers and he soon started to relieve Sue of her clothes. Soon she was naked except for her suspender belt and white stockings. I reassessed her breasts as being at least 38DD, they were amazing. They inevitably had a slight sag due to their weight but had that delightful form that natural silicone free breasts have. They were topped with wide pink nipples. Sue bent over the table so that he breasts were pressed flat against in and Jim proceeded to suck at her cunt. She started to moan and buck her rear about - Jim was surely hitting the spot. "Fuck me in the arse," she moaned. Jim sucked and licked at her anus wetting it and loosening her sphincter. This treatment made her moan louder. "For Christ's sake, do it now," she shrieked. As Jim stood up I could see the Sue's anus. It was surrounded by brown pigmented skin and gaping ready and looked like it had been well serviced in the past. To my surprise she accepted the full length of Jim's monster dick without a murmur. Once she had gotten used to it lodged deeply inside her he started to ease in and out. He withdrew almost completely and then thrust it firmly in. Each time he did it her body was pushed forward by the force and she gave a gasp. "Faster you cunt, make me come," she moaned. Jim eased the tempo up and her moans, curses and shouts of encouragement increased. The table was being slowly moved across the room by their motion it rocked so violently that the vase on it fell over. The speed of their thrustings increased to a speed I thought impossible when Sue gave out a shout of pleasure and Jim flooded her bowels with his juice. The pair of them were shattered. Jim pulled out leaving her anus gaping and ravaged. The air pushed into her by Jim's pistoning cock escaped as a series of farts each one blowing out quantities of his sperm. The fluid, instead of being a normal white had a tinge of brown from her shit and dribbled from her anus down her inner thighs. Sue reached between her legs and gather a lump of the fluid on her finger. She then licked her finger clean. "Don't let it stain my stockings," she begged and Jim knelt down and licked her legs and crack clean. As he licked her still- open hole she continued to fart blowing more fluid into his mouth.

Alice and I looked at each other. We didn't need to speak to know that we had both found the spectacle fabulously arousing. I put my hand under her dress and felt her crotch. The gusset of her panties and the inside of her thighs was soaking wet from her juices. She pushed her cunt against my questing hand. The door to the room suddenly opened fully and Jim and Sue stood there, still almost nude. "We knew you were watching, did you enjoy it?" Sue asked. We both had embarrassed grins on our faces and nodded. I had to have and answer to our earlier question and I asked the girl "Where did you learn to take a arse-full like that?". She smiled broadly, "June and I have an excellent collection of large dildoes which help us to pass long nights during school terms. June also has been schooling me in the joys of scat." Jim gave her a nudge and spoke "Come on lets get dressed and leave the happy couple to get to know each other."

After they left Alice and I resumed our kissing. Although she was clearly aroused Alice seemed nervous and was trembling slightly. "What's up," I asked. She answered in the same small voice she had on the night of our first date. "I know we've enjoyed each other many times but today it's all new again. Its like the first time for us all over again. This time I'm going to give myself completely to you and I find it a little frightening." What can you say? Her tone melted my heart, I felt weak at the knees, she was like a little girl.

I took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly. Normally Alice is an enthusiastic and active participant in our lovemaking but I sensed that she wanted me to take the lead. I lifted her up and carried her to the bed where I gently undressed her completely. Any other time I would have left her stockings and suspender belt on but today she was my virgin bride not my sluttish bride. We lay on the bed and caressed each other gently, light touching nothing more. Alice has a powerful erogenous zone on each side of her stomach just above her groins and I gently stroked and kissed her there gradually lifting her arousal. I also gently sucked and tongued her navel, something else she finds irresistible. So very gently I brushed my hand over her pubic bush and down between her legs. She opened them for me and my hand met her cunt. Her cunt and pubic hair were sopping wet and I very gently eased my finger between her labia into her vaginal opening. Alice tensed slightly and then relaxed as I stroked lightly in turn on her clit and then her cunt. I felt her thrust very slightly upward and I brushed my finger down to her anus. Again I stoked gently and probed my finger into her sweet anus. Again I knew she had a sensitive spot on the front wall of her rectum and my finger tip soon rubbed gently on the spot. I looked at Alice's face. Her eyes were shut and her face flushed. She breathed with shallow but rapid breaths through her mouth. Her neck and breasts had a pink flush and her nipples were tight and erect.

I eased onto Alice and lay the end of my throbbing cock lightly against her labia. Again she tensed slightly. I had never had sex with a virgin before and I was concerned to ensure that I did it right without causing Alice any pain. I rubbed my cock up and down her slit taking care not to push in yet. "I'm ready, push it in," Alice whispered. Gently I pushed forward feeling her vagina open before me. I felt a pressure resisting me and realised that I had reached her hymen. I pushed further but was resisted. I pushed again, harder this time, but with no success. That tiny membrane was tougher than I realised. I was beginning to panic and Alice must have sensed my fear and uncertainty. She suddenly pushed hard against me taking me by surprise and my cock burst through her hymen. She gave a small cry and her hands briefly reached up to my shoulders as if to stop me moving. I looked up at her face and could see her biting her lip to stifle her pain. A tear had appeared at her eye and I started to pull back to ease the pain. She gave a small smile and spoke, "No don't stop, I'm alright." Gently I pushed until I was fully embedded in Alice's vagina. I can't easily describe the sensation. Her passage was tight, soft and moist and filled me with the most exquisite sensations. I also felt the deepest tenderness, Alice had given and I had taken something infinitely precious, something that can never be taken or given again, the ultimate expression of love.

I slowly withdrew and thrust back in. As I did Alice pushed to meet me. She gasped with pleasure. Slowly I thrust into her, slowly picking up speed. She lifted her legs bringing them up behind my back. This altered the angle of her vaginal passage allowing me to penetrate deeper. Faster, faster we went, Alice's cunt became wetter and wetter. I felt the pressure building in my groin warning me of my impending orgasm. Alice beat me to it as she started to moan louder and louder. Each breath was accompanied by a cry, not of pain but of pure pleasure and exultation. I ejaculated violently filling her womb and vagina to the limit. As we lay against each other I could feel the rapid thump of Alice's racing heart against my chest gently slow as she recovered. I moved back down her body to her crotch really I suppose to see if any damage had been done. I was slightly alarmed to see what appeared to be a lot of blood mixed with my semen on her thighs. As I gently I licked her thighs and sex clean I realised that the amount of blood was a lot less then it looked. As I moved back up the bed Alice scolded me for the mess of blood on my lips and face and gently licked me clean.

A sudden thought crossed my mind. "What if you get pregnant!" Alice looked at me as if I was the most stupid person in the world. "Don't you think I've thought of that. I went on the pill as soon as we decided to get married. There will be time enough in the future for children."

A Tattoo!!!

We slipped comfortably into married life both of us fulfilled by our work and play. One day I was given two tickets to see the Oz Fest at Wembley. Having been a fan of Black Sabbath in the 1960's I jumped at the chance to have a good "head bang". Alice was less sure, she has more refined taste in music than me but agreed to go. She loved it, not so much the good old "Sabbath" numbers but more that she was excited by the ethos surrounding the heavier bands there. Once or twice I noticed her looking curiously at the tattoos worn by a number of the fans. I thought nothing of it until a week or two later when surfing the net. I noticed a couple of bookmarks in my browser to body modification sites. When I asked her about it Alice simply said that she found the subject of tattoos interesting.

The following week Alice left on a trip to Japan. She was taking the lead in important negotiations with our sister bank in Tokyo. I spent the rest of week enjoying my freedom doing what I liked, mostly boozing with mates and watching West Ham thrash Chelsea.

Alice returned on Sunday. She was wearing a neat little grey suit with a white blouse and looked totally shaggable. "How did it go?" I asked. "Brilliantly, we've got everything we wanted from the Japanese bank.," she replied with more than a hint of elation in her voice. She went into the bedroom to change. After a moment she called out to me. As I went in I saw that she was wearing just her blouse and her usual white panties. She had her back to me and she asked me to take her panties down. As I did I saw that she had a small picture of a fox tattooed above the crack of her arse. Beside the fox were the words "Follow me down, Henry". I pulled her arse cheeks apart to see another drawing of the fox further down, this time showing it running downwards. At this point Alice bent forward to show a final picture. She had the tail of the fox tattooed on her anus. It looked just like the fox had run into her arse.

I was surprised to say the least. The tattoo was both amusing and sexy, in fact I liked it a lot. After giving me chance to absorb what I had seen, Alice spoke. "I've been turned on by the thought of getting a tattoo for some time now but I wanted to get just the right one. I knew that the Japanese have a long tradition of tattoos so I found a tattoo parlour in Tokyo. I wanted to get a tattoo which only you would see and was unusual. I got the idea from a similar design in the tattoo parlour. I like to think of you being the fox disappearing up my hole." She noticed my lustful look in response to this and quickly added "If you are thinking of following the fox tonight you can forget it. My anus is still sore from the tattoo and I haven't been able to go to the toilet for two days. I'll have to grit my teeth and take a dump tomorrow or I'll explode. I knew that this must be intolerable to Alice because except on special occasions where she is planning a special scat session she likes to take a dump every day. Nevertheless I found the whole idea exciting and regretted that her sore ass ruled out some fun. Alice was also severely jet lagged and simply wanted to sleep. After a shower I massaged some soothing cream into her sore parts (I get all the tough jobs) and she settled down to sleep. I promised myself that I would conduct and detailed examination of her tattoo at the earliest opportunity