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