Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2012 05:07:28 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: I Wish. Part Four.

            This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part Four.

     I now entered my fourth and last year and it followed the same pattern
as the previous three. I had, as before, spent a lot of my holiday time in
studying on what would be the next year's studies and so was well ahead
even before the classes started.

     This year, my birthday fell in the middle of the week and though I was
with Ronald at the weekend, my wish wasn't for him this year. It was partly
for me and partly for Michael, my new step-father's son. I wished that he
would get his promotion to become a producer and therefore help me in
whatever way my career turned within his sphere.

     I found out to my dismay that I was now being considered an icon at
the university by not only having been top of my year, every year, but a
statuesque figure of woman, which I knew of already, but being looked up to
by younger students, even though some of them were of the same
age. Constantly being sought out for advice on a variety of subjects and
not all on academic themes. I had been put upon a pedestal and had gained
the reputation of being an authority, which I hotly denied, on how to
handle all the problems the girls began to experience in respect of the
male students. I became the Agony Aunt and was expected to give advice on
should she or not, have sex with another student and questions along those
lines.

     My advice mainly, wrapped up though, was to be sure to be on the pill,
study hard and have sex when you felt like it, only don't get caught in the
wrong room at the wrong time.

     Darren had left the previous term and we'd had a fierce last coupling
before the summer recess and so I was now one lover short and began to
scout the talent for my final year. Ronald was even more attentive to my
needs with this being my last year and Ivor was now virtually bending over
backwards to please me in those few weeks I did my modelling stints in his
classroom.

     I acquired a new tenor to accompany me in the duets at our operatic
studies but he wasn't anywhere near the quality and pitch of
Darren. Needless to say, I didn't go to bed with him.

     Ronald was still delighted that I favoured him enough to go to bed and
suck his prick and have him fuck me once a week, but we both progressed in
the matter of his teaching profession, for we advanced well beyond his
original limits and I truly believed that it was I that finished up being
the teacher in this. But I was and always felt comfortable with him. The
love making was easy and not the hurried frantic desire that a younger man
sought to get into my knickers. He knew I had other lovers on the side but
was content with what he was able to have and never pushed me. If I had
said no, he would have obeyed instantly. It was, well, it's very hard to
define our relationship into pure clinical terms of our feelings for each
other.

     I think it was me that had actually started this coming together and
from then on, I let him begin to lead me but he would never object if I
changed the format of our love making. He was the kind of person who would
listen and take in what you say and not dismiss it out of hand. We would
spend a lot of time after having had wonderful sex together discussing
various authors of the English language and never, that I can recall, had
cause to argue when our views differed.

     Even having digressed slightly, I did love having sex with him. His
cock was big enough to please me and I know, for he told me many times,
that he loved my body and thanked me more than enough for the privilege
that I had accorded him for being allowed to spend what time we had
together in that beautiful experience of having sex together.

     Other than him and the eight weeks in the art classroom with Ivor, not
counting the odd man here or there, I had rather an austere last year sex
wise at the university. The exams came up and there was a sense of great
expectations in the air and I just seemed to float through them, not really
taking in what I was doing but simply reading the questions in the quiet
hall and then giving the answers as they flowed through my mind. It was as
simple as that. I read and understood what was asked and just wrote out the
answer. That I hit each one on the button, I cannot really explain, but I
again, for the fourth year running, came out on top. A feat never having
been done before by any student which in consequence led me to have to give
an address to the entire faculty and students a speech as, I think the
American word is being a valedictorian. In this I thanked all the faculty
members in taking the time to help me in my studies and in the process,
maybe had learned a thing or two from me, which brought forth a few smirks
from those I could see in the front row of students.

     After which, it was time for the sad farewells to Ivor, giving him a
special blow job and letting Ronald fuck me till he was exhausted, and the
other goodbyes as I left the university with a fistful of degrees in all
the subjects I had taken.

                                                           *

     I neglected to say that because I was the honour student of the year,
mother and Alfred had turned up to see me receive my diplomas, bringing
along, as I was pleased to see, Michael too.

     My things were quickly stowed away in the car that they had driven up
with and as it was a night for celebration, stopped in our own town at a
restaurant for dinner. It was great and I had my hand squeezed by Michael
as we sat down and I was in a really happy mood because I could plainly see
that mother was now really happy having married Alfred.

     They were not stupid either, for though we have all piled out of the
car at my half of the house and had a drink in my lounge, Mother and Alfred
soon drank their drinks and said good night to us both and left us alone.

     Well, he was there with me. He was a man and I was a woman and I
hadn't had sex for, what, three days, so it was inevitable that we finished
up both half undressed on the sofa as we almost clawed at each other to get
the rest off as we kissed and struggled with these impediments for us
getting closer to one another.

     He loved it in the bedroom when our clothes were finally off of us
both and I went down on his throbbing erection. He gave out a lovely groan
as my lips closed over the head of his cock and tongued the eye. I'm sure
he would have liked me to continue and give me a face fuck but I wanted him
inside me and quickly dragged him to the bed for this to happen.

     For me now, three days without was almost starvation and my legs
opened wide for him to get in between and I drooled as I felt his hard
shaft slide up inside me. The man's weight on top is of little consequence
as long as what you really want is buried deep inside. It was and I loved
having a male cock back up inside me, to ream me and give me the pleasure
that I think was much better than sliced bread.

     But again, as with most men, he was peaking too soon and I beat the
bed beneath me in frustration that he was grunting, heaving and coming
inside me far too soon for me to get my orgasm. In spite of that, I showed
great pleasure at being fucked, for I still enjoyed, whether I came or not,
a male penis inside and reaming me and at the same time giving the man the
pleasure of having me.

     The second time was better, after an hour or so of playing with each
other's genitals as well as having my breasts manhandled. It was much
slower and he'd had his fingers up inside me long enough to really rouse me
so when he was finally up and ready, so was I. He came, I came and for me,
the earth shook in the massive orgasm I had, clawing his back and drawing
blood in the process.

     That was just the Friday night, for Saturday and Sunday, I think we
fucked each other silly, him somehow managing me five times inside twenty
four hours. It was still dark when he kissed me goodbye on the Monday
morning as he had to be at the studio before six. I later watched Alfred
kiss mum goodbye outside at half past eight before he went off to work at
the bank.

     Mother and I had tea together later that afternoon, her knowing that
Michael had stayed over the weekend and she asked me what were my plans for
the future. I told that I hadn't really given it much serious thought but
would get round to thinking about it very soon.

     After a few days, I was really at a loss as to what I wanted to do. At
the back of my mind was the knowledge that I didn't have to go back to
university and I was in a bit of a quandary as to what did I really want to
do with myself. I played many classical records and sang along to them and
even went and bought non vocal versions to sing and tape and see just how
my voice sounded.

     Then letters started arriving, being forwarded from the university,
offering me all kinds of jobs and occupations because of my much publicised
achievements whilst there. At the same time, birthday cards started
arriving which I separated for I would rather have my birthday first before
with it being my twenty first than start looking through job offers.

     Mother and Alfred were planning a special day for me and I quietly
slipped mum a few hundred pounds so that she had something to offer Alfred
and not have him pay for it all. There was no point in trying to get any of
my university friends for those that had been in my year would by now, be
scattered all over the country and world. Those of the lower years would be
back and into their studies, so it was just to be the four of us for
Michael promised to get away from work early.

     I had bought mum a new outfit to wear and having given out hints as to
what I would like as my special present, bought myself a lovely full, off
the shoulder, strapless white evening gown. Alfred and Michael would, I
heard, be wearing dinner suits so I would definitely stand out with them
dressed in black.

     The day arrived and I went through to their side of the house for
breakfast and open up all my cards of which I had over thirty. I pouted a
little that I wasn't given my presents there and then and mum said that
they would give them to me before we went out to dinner that evening so I
guessed that they were what I wanted.

     I spent the afternoon at the hairdresser's and they did a wonderful
job and I couldn't wait to wear my dress and show myself off at dinner. I
was careful with my hair when I had my bath and got dressed and found that
I was showing quite a bit of cleavage but, what the hell, my tits were
worth looking at so why not let them be seen.

     I felt like a queen when I went through to where mum and Alfred were
waiting, having a drink in their hands and I was given one and then my
presents. They both complimented me on my choice of dress and got kisses
from both of them again as they gave me, from Alfred, a lovely diamond
necklace which he clipped at the back for me. It was beautiful and it
sparkled in the lighting and it really set the tone and made me look
complete. Mother's present was a small diamond bracelet that matched the
necklace and I kissed them both again and we waited for Michael to show up.

     He arrived in time before we were due to leave and he looked really
dashing in his dinner suit and he stopped in the doorway of the lounge and
his mouth almost fell open when he saw me.

     `Mandy! You look absolutely fabulous,' he breathed out, to my delight
and the amusement of the other two. `My present is really unworthy to what
I see before me. Happy Birthday.' he said as he gave me a little box. I
quickly unwrapped it and inside the box was a pair of diamond earrings that
completed the set I was already wearing.

     `Oh Michael! They're beautiful,' I said and gave him a kiss on the
lips. Mum and dad, that's what I now called Alfred, smiled for they knew
that we'd already been to bed together. I went out to the hall mirror and
put them on and they too flashed in the light as I turned my head both ways
to admire them. I was very, very happy and now content with life.

     We went off to dinner and had a marvellous time and felt embarrassed
near the end when a big birthday cake was brought in with the big figures
of twenty one on it and candles and all the staff of the restaurant stood
round and sang that well worn tune. The champagne that went with it was
complimentary from the management and rounded off the meal lovely. I was as
happy as the proverbial pig and had one more drink at home with mum and dad
before taking Michael's hand and took him through to my half of the house.

     `I still can't get over at how beautiful you are,' Michael said as he
kissed me in my bedroom. `As beautiful as you are in this dress, I think
you are even more so without it,' which was a hint if I'd ever heard
one. So I took off my dress carefully as he began to get undressed
too. `Leave the necklace and earrings on,' he said rather hoarsely, `for
Venus couldn't have looked any lovelier than you do now.' I was standing
completely naked in front of him when he said this and saw that he was
sporting a massive erection that I couldn't resist going down onto my knees
to take into my mouth. It had been quite a few weeks since I'd had a man
and I was hungry for him so much that I only gave him a few sucks and then
pulled him towards me as I fell back on the bed and had him land on top of
me and inside me in a flash.

     It was lovely to have a man slide up into me again and fingered my
necklace and earrings as he began to fuck me and as he started to rouse me
up, my hands went round his shoulders and my legs went high and gave out a
cry as he brought me to an orgasm at the same time as he came inside
me. The fire that he had stoked up was quenched but still smouldered as I
wondered at how long it would before he would be able to take me again.

     I kept him on top and inside me for as long as I could until it
slipped out and nestled between my thighs. He finally rolled off and lay on
his back and I rolled onto my side and let him play with one breast as I
fondled his cock and balls as we talked in whispers. His words were of how
much he loved me which was nice to hear but I couldn't as yet say that I
was in love with him for there were many more cocks out in the farmyard for
me to see to.

     I eventually got up from the bed to take off the necklace and earrings
for I didn't want to go to sleep wearing them.

     `What are your plans for the future?' he asked me as I got back into
bed and went into his arms. `You'll be getting a job or set yourself off in
a career I suppose?'

     `Yes. I've got a letters to go through that are offering me jobs or
certain positions, but this is the position I like being in right now,' I
said as I tweaked his nipple before moving down and playing with his still
limp penis. `Though I do wish that amongst those letters that there's one
that one that will jump out and say that this is the one. Oh shit!' I
exclaimed as I sat up in bed.

     `What's the matter?' he asked, slightly alarmed at my exclamation and
sitting up so abruptly.

     `I've just made a wish without thinking,' I said.

     `What's wrong with that? I'm always making wishes, like I wish that my
cock would rise up soon for I want to make love to you again,' he said.

     `Oh, er, nothing,' I said as I lay back down again for I had spoken
and it was too late now. There was no point in trying to explain about my
wishes and hoped that I hadn't wasted it. Though his wish was soon granted
because it began to get bigger in my mouth as I sucked and tongued him and
soon I was on my back again and having that wonderful internal massage from
a male organ once more. As he fucked me, I wondered how a wish like if I
had a harem of men would turn out? I started to laugh and had to cut it off
into a cough in case he got the wrong idea of why I was laughing, and
concentrated on getting him to push harder and make me come again. I didn't
though he did, but all the same, it was nice to have a prick moving inside
me which was what counted.

                                                           *

     He shot out of bed like a scalded cat when he saw that it was well

  after six o'clock in the morning. He still had to go to his place and get
changed from last night's dinner suit and get to the studio. It was a hasty
kiss that he gave me as he left and I stretched out in the still warm place
where he'd been lying and purred like a cat and went back off to sleep.

     I awoke later and after using the toilet, just put on a robe and went
downstairs and made myself a cup of coffee. I saw the pile of letters as
yet unopened and remembered the wish I'd made and so finished my coffee and
went back upstairs for a shower and got dressed. With another cup of coffee
and a piece of toast, I sat down and began to open these letters, all
seventeen of them.

     They were all, as predicted, offers of jobs and positions in various
spheres of life and all had the company logo at the top, except one. This,
instead of a company's trademark, had a private address in S.W.1., London
and was handwritten and not typed.

     `Dear Mandy,' it began, `You may not remember me for I was two years
ahead of you at the university but I certainly remember you. Not only for
your academic success of which I was informed after I'd left, but also I
heard you sing and was one of the students of the art class.

     Not only do you have beauty and poise, but a presence of mind that
attracts both men and women alike. No doubt you are in great demand now
that you've finished with the university and wondered if you've yet made up
your mind as to what direction you are likely to go.

     You could have a wonderful career in show business, a loosely termed
word I know, for this covers opera, musicals, the stage, modelling and
television. It is a profession that has more downs than ups and few people
ever make it to the top. It breaks more people than it makes, but in you, I
seeing a rising star and it is one that I would like to hitch my wagon to.

     The crux of this is that I am offering myself to be your manager if
you feel inclined to follow this path. I have many contacts and entrée's
to many of the money people who are always hidden behind the scenes as it
were. I think that you are not only going to be a star, but a comet that is
going to burst out into the universe, one that will only ever be seen once
in anyone's lifetime.

     I beg you to consider carefully all your options before making any
choice and if you do happen to choose this path, please let me be the one
to guide you on this epic voyage, your most humble servant,' and it was
signed by Andrew Sinclair of St. James's Square in London. I had to check
my map of London to see where it was and knew from the location that this
wasn't a fly-by-night address being so close to Green Park and Buckingham
Palace.

     I had got a tingle in my tummy as I read this letter and knew that
this was my sign, the one I'd wished for, albeit, mistakenly, but a wish
all the same. This was it then, my future laying in this letter but even as
the thing had admonished, I was to think carefully before deciding. Though
the more I thought about it, the greater the tingle became and so gave up
any further thoughts, though I would still show it to both mum and dad to
get their reactions.

     Putting this to one side, I sat and composed a letter that I copied
out sixteen times because of different addresses, thanking them for their
kind offers but declined as my decision had been made. With this all in
envelopes ready for posting, I went through and showed Andrew's letter to
mother and helped myself to a drink.

     `Well, what do you think?' I asked as I sipped my drink.

     `I...I don't know what to say. He sounds, well, I don't know. Wait
till dad comes home and see what he thinks,' she said which wasn't much
help, but then, I thought it only right that he should see the letter. So
when dad came home from the bank, I showed it to him and being as he was,
quite meticulous, wrote down the name and address and said he would make
some enquiries though it sounded rather genuine. He told me what he'd found
out two days later.

     `It seems that this young man comes from a well old established
family. His father is one of the principle shareholders of a Merchant Bank
in the city and well thought of in those circles. I don't think there's any
skulduggery involved here though I still think that you should treat this
with caution and don't sign anything if you want to go ahead with it until
I've had a look at any contracts first.' That was enough for me and so that
evening I wrote a reply and posted it along with the others the following
day.

     A week later I received a letter back, thanking me for replying and
suggested a meeting at the Savoy Hotel in the Strand two days hence.

     I couldn't wait for this meeting and went soberly dressed for it would
be afternoon tea time and I recognised the young man that stood up in the
lounge to greet me. Not that we had spoken while at the university but I
knew his face anyway.

     `Mandy! It's a pleasure to see you again and finally make your
acquaintance,' he said taking my hand and giving a brief touch with his
lips in the old fashioned method instead of shaking hands.

     `Though you probably don't remember me but I do of you and am
delighted that you agreed to see me.'

     `But I do remember your face though, as you've said, I didn't know
your name until your letter,' I replied and took the seat he offered me.

     `Tea?' he enquired, to which I said yes and while we waited, he asked
me how did my last two years go, though knowing that I finished top of my
year both times since he'd left. I filled him in on what happened to me,
much edited of course while tea was served and found him easy to talk to
and felt really comfortable in his presence.

     He went into detail of what work he could obtain for me and see that I
was well paid for it by letting him do all the negotiations and the setting
up of venues. He threw at me many names of impresarios and the like, most
of whom I'd never heard of and I said that, subject to my father's
acceptance, we could work together, him getting as much money for me as
possible with him taking a small percentage as his fee. All I would have to
do is agree on whatever it was I would accept and leave the money side to
him. Of this I was most dubious and said so and he promised me that the
accounts would always be open to view and that I would get to see the
figures anyway with any contract signed and should be able to work out
exactly how much we would both get.

     As we talked I was sitting back and knowing that he'd seen me naked, I
wondered what he would look like without his clothes on. He seemed strong
and fit and began to get wet between my thighs at the thought of him
advancing on me with a huge erection and begging me to let him use it in
me. I had to shake these thoughts from my mind and concentrate on what he
was saying.

     Because I still wasn't certain which way to go in all that he said, I
suggested that we try a bit of each, subject of course to my father's wish
for I said that I accepted him to be my manager but only with my father's
approval. This he said yes to and would be delighted to meet him and a date
was set for him to visit me at my home. In the meantime, he would see to
getting me an Equity card to be able to perform for the public in either
the theatre or television. But, and he gave me a smile which I found
adorable, that he'd taken the bull by the horns and already gotten me a
photo session to model a well known brand of brassiere.

     `But I never wear the damn things,' I said to which I got his smile
again.

     `I know, from the university days, but this is only to show off the
product and it will help to get your face recognised. The money's good and
I know I've jumped the gun but I thought, well hoped really, that you would
go along with the idea. I haven't set the date but it could be sorted out
in no time at all, but we'll leave it until I've spoken with your father.'

     We'd been in the Savoy's lounge for nearly three hours talking and it
was getting on for evening and he suggested that I stay and have dinner
with him. Much as I would have loved to, especially there, declined, saying
that mother would have dinner ready for me at home, besides I thought, it
was a bit too early to start getting involved with him, though I wouldn't
have minded jumping into bed with him if we'd just bumped into one another
casual like.

     He came to the house the next Saturday afternoon when father would be
at home and they both talked together for nearly two hours because father
and Andrew drew up the contract between them that sorted out the money side
of things. Andrew had wanted fifteen per cent but he was beaten down to ten
with the argument that as I was going to be a big star by his predictions,
his slice would still be quite substantial seeing as how all the expenses
would be coming out of my share.

     So with the signing of the contract between the two of us, witnessed
by mum and dad, it was the beginning of my career, to which we drank a
bottle of champagne in anticipation that it would be a successful one.

     A week later, I was in a photographer's studio with two
representatives of the brassiere company, one male and one female, though
it was only the mode of dress that told me which was which. With the man
being more feminine than the woman, didn't mind him being there when I put
on one of their products and having him adjust my breasts to emphasis the
cleavage. The real woman of the two saw to my make-up and we spent nearly
four hours having my picture taken in different bras in different poses.

     A month later, my face was in many women's magazines and we got a nice
healthy cheque for that four hours work, plus a bonus every time they used
my picture for publication. From there on, it was a gravy train. Cars,
cereals, stockings, dog food and even condoms. Andrew was getting more
requests for me to advertise various products than we could handle and
finally called a halt for he had higher plans for me than just being a
picture in some glossy magazine.

     He had come to a few of my sessions with me, especially those where I
would be wearing lingerie otherwise he got bored with the amount of time it
took in setting up each shot. So while I did my posing he went out to find
me more work which I suppose was just as tiring in his promotion of me. For
this was the hardest part he told me. The traipsing round to agents and
offices as well as cornering notables at some such functions that he
attended. Once our enterprise was off and running, he said, they would be
coming to our door and offering us the earth, but in the meantime, there
was a lot of leg work and talking to do.

     Michael, who had a vested interest in me, well, he did get to fuck me
occasionally, putting his oar in at the studios and through him, got to do
my first television advert. It wasn't a speaking part as I just had to lay
out on a settee and look sexy. I could have sat on a dung heap wearing
gumboots and still would have looked sexy. I was surprised at how much
money Andrew screwed out of them with it being my first time on television.

     That was the first night I went to bed with him. The studio was in
Manchester and it went on till the evening and it was rather late to drive
back to London, so he suggested we stayed in an hotel overnight. He was
surprised and gratified when I told him that to save on expenses, to only
get a double room. He was nervous all through dinner and really shy when we
went upstairs to our room.

     With him having already seen me naked in the art class, I had no
problem about undressing in front of him and was naked and on the bed while
he was still coming to terms with him being allowed to sleep with me. He'd
turned off the lights before he was fully undressed and he was just the
merest of shadows as he got into bed alongside me. I let him lay there all
tensed up for several minutes before rolling onto my side, letting my bare
breast squash itself against his arm.

     `For Christ's sake Andrew, loosen up a bit! Don't tell me you haven't
dreamed of being in this position with me in bed?' I said as I ran my hand
down his chest and stomach and found he was as hard as an iron bar. He gave
out a gasp as I touched and then gripped his manhood.

     `Oh Mandy, yes I have,' he stuttered, `but now that it's happening...'

     `Well roll over and give me a kiss and then fuck me with this prize
marrow that I'm holding,' I said with a smile in my voice.

     That opened the flood gates for he rolled half onto me and kissed me
passionately as one hand roved over and kept moulding my breast before
moving even further and getting in between the legs I'd opened for him. I
was wet with wanting his big prick inside me and he slid in with the
greatest of ease and gave out a big sigh as he felt the heat from me
surround his cock as our lower bodies came together.

     `Oh Mandy,' he said in a muffled voice as he began to move and fuck me
as I had asked. He wasn't brilliant in this really but I allowed for the
fact that this was the first time and having him come so quickly showed his
anxiety in this apparent proof. `Too soon,' he muttered more to himself
than me, `too soon!'

     I hadn't even got going but at least he'd scratched one itch that I
had down there and knew that it could only get better. I helped in this
later by going down under the bedclothes and sucking and licking him as I
fondled his balls. It didn't take that long for him to be erect again and
now that he'd had my mouth on his tool, he was more confident and sucked
and played with my nipples before mounting me and really giving me a far
better fuck than the first time. He tried his best and really ploughed into
me especially when he came and I felt him erupt inside me and knew that I
now had another slave to do my bidding whilst in bed.

     He was still lying on top of me and I kept giving him a squeeze with
my muscles down there as I spoke to him between the kisses he kept giving
me.

     `Now don't get ideas above your station just because I've let you have
me. Consider this as a perk and nothing more. You wanted me and I needed a
man so let's leave it at that.'

     `If you say so Mandy,' he replied with a reluctant sigh for I think
that he thought that this relationship could go further, but if it did, it
would be of my own choosing. As a bonus, I let him fuck me again after we'd
woken up in the morning.

     I really liked Andrew and my bank balance was getting bigger and I
began to let him have sex at least once a fortnight, even doing it in his
car one night, but that was so cramping that I refused to do it again in
the vehicle.

     I still had Michael visiting and staying over one night a week now and
so I wasn't missing out by getting my end away though my orgasms were less
frequent than the men had. With Michael helping behind the scenes as it
were, and not without a little help from making the adverts, got a small
walk on part in a drama with some lines. Another one quickly followed and
here I got to sing a whole song in a cabaret scene

     I was quite happy with this but Andrew wasn't and wanted me to sign up
for some straight acting to get used to being on a proper theatre stage. So
I read for the part of Cecily Cardew in Oscar Wilde's The Importance of
Being Earnest, scheduled to run for six months. To everybody's surprise,
except mine, I got the part, for it's one that I'd read before and loved it
and so knew just how to get my lines across. Mind you, it wasn't the
leading female role, but for a first timer to get this second role was a
feather in my cap.

     Christmas had come and gone and now, as we began rehearsals, I found
out that nearly a year had past and it would soon be my birthday in our
second month of the play. It had to finish at the end of November for the
pantomime that was due to start before the coming Christmas.

     Anyway, the rehearsals went off okay and I knew my cues as well as my
lines and I was a bit nervous on our opening night. Mum, dad, Michael and
Andrew had seats in the stalls near the front to watch me perform for the
first time on a stage in a live theatre.

     Needless to say it went off without a hitch and we got two curtain
calls and I smiled at my people as we bowed and I'm sure they were clapping
the loudest. I excused myself from the after the show dinner as I explained
that I had the family out front waiting for me which the others
understood. Mother couldn't say enough of how proud she had been to see her
daughter up on the stage and get clapped for her part in the production.

     I was so over the moon at my success that I let Andrew have a knee
trembler as he fucked me in the cloakroom of the restaurant we had our meal
in. We then said goodnight to him and the rest of us went home and I had
Michael fuck me in bed, having both men within an hour of each other. It
led me to wonder if Michael knew that he was batting on a sticky wicket as
he moved himself in and out of me as we fucked. It was the perfect ending
to a perfect day as I had an orgasm.

                                                           *

     My twenty second birthday came round which I kept low key at only
having the family and my manager to the dinner we had to celebrate the
event.

     It was a mistake I realised afterwards of having both Michael and
Andrew present at this dinner. I saw them both size each other up as it
were, like two bantam cocks eyeing one another to see who would be
triumphant in the forth coming battle for the right to fuck the hen.

     You could feel the tension between these two over dinner and mum and
dad felt it too and tried to bolster me up for what was turning out to be a
miserable time. Now dad wasn't stupid by any means and he knew that I'd
slept with Michael and guessed rightly by Andrew's actions that he had also
slept with me, but didn't know how to get me out of this situation.

     We'd driven to the restaurant in Michael's car, Andrew having arrived
at my home in a taxi, and it was on the way back that there was only one
thing I could do to resolve this. On arrival at home we all got out of the
car and I went and gave Michael a kiss and then one to Andrew.

     `Thank you both for coming to my dinner party but I think we should
say goodnight now. Michael, will you drive Andrew home please and I'll see
you both later during the week.' I had said it sweetly and saw the
crestfallen looks on both their faces for both had thought that they would
be in my bed that night. To save face on both their parts, I was cutting my
nose off to save theirs. I saw dad hide a grin at this and took my arm and
wished both men a pleasant good evening and we watched the two men,
disgruntled men, get into the car and give a half hearted wave as they
drove off.

     `Well done Mandy. A decision worthy of Solomon,' dad said, giving my
arm a hug. `I wondered how you were going to get out of that predicament.'

     `What predicament?' mother asked.

     `I'll tell you later dear,' he said to her. `Come, let's have a
nightcap before we go to bed,' he said, pulling my arm as well as mother's
into their half of the house. So after another toast to my birthday, I said
my thanks and goodnights and went through to my half of the house and got
into my lonely bed and cried myself to sleep.

                                                           *

     `Mandy. I apologise for my behaviour the other night and the
embarrassment it caused,' he said when we met two days later.

     `Quite right! For I was embarrassed and dad saw it and knew why. Just
because you're my manager and we've slept together a few times doesn't give
you the right to presume that because you were invited to my birthday party
that you could also jump into my bed,' I said in quite an angry tone.

     `I'm sorry,' he mumbled. `It won't happen again.'

     `Too right it won't, for I'm not inviting you and Michael again
together,' I said, realising the gaffe I'd made as soon as I'd said
it. `The two of you with your hackles up at each other,' I carried on to
try and divert his thoughts, but to no avail.

     `So Michael's a lover too?' he asked.

     `Yes. Long before you came on the scene and now he knows that we have
made love together which puts me in a very bad light with him now.' I was
fuming and wouldn't let him kiss me to try and calm me down and flung
myself in the only other chair in the small office that he had rented. He
went and sat in the other chair behind the miniscule desk and fiddled with
a pencil, a contrite look on his face.

     `We've got to meet with him, Michael, this afternoon to discuss the
program we've agreed to do,' Andrew said.

     `And you'd better behave yourself or...or, damn you Andrew! Just be
polite and don't mention that past evening.'

     `No Mandy,' he said, hiding a smile.

                                                           *

     We met Michael at the television studio's office that afternoon and
both men behaved themselves and sorted out the details of the performance
that I would be appearing in. It wasn't top billing, rather about tenth, to
sing an aria from Verdi's Il Trovatore, but at least I would be seen on
television.

     To cut to the chase, the charity performance was held at the Covent
Garden Opera House and I did very well and got a standing ovation and was
seen by many thousands of viewers. My name was also plastered in Variety as
the most wonderful voice to be heard in many a year. As Andrew had
predicted, producers and the like began calling him offering me roles on
the stage, films and television.

     But to have stood on that famous stage and sung should have been
enough, but the icing on the cake was the tumultuous applause that came
spontaneously as I took my bow and there were many cries for an encore. I
couldn't because of other artistes yet to appear, but my heart was full of
the wonderful feeling that invaded my body at this show of approbation.

     I almost wet my knickers as I left the stage and had to squeeze my
thighs together for it was almost like having an orgasm and I couldn't wait
to get to my dressing room. Andrew was already there and I almost tore his
trousers off to pull out his erection and went down onto my knees and
really sucked on him.

     But I really wanted him to fuck me with what I was sucking and quickly
got my dress off and bent over and let him fuck me doggie fashion, giving
me that orgasm that my body cried out for. I was in a heavenly rapture at
being appreciated by all those people out in the stalls and circle and
having a big throbbing prick up inside me to try and quell the fire that
had been generated by all those wonderful people.

      I also read in Variety that Darren Fortescue had appeared in a
similar charity show at the Burton Opera House and I showed this to Michael
when he came into my dressing room after the show had finished. But that
was after he'd fucked me for he was in as bad a state as I had been, at
producing such a wonderful show. I was only wearing my robe when he came
in, bursting with pleasure and held me tight as he kissed me. I could feel
his hardness inside his trousers and it didn't take a moment for me to have
them off of him.

     With my robe on the floor, I pulled him down onto the chaise lounge
and had him enter me to bring me to another orgasm as he came with
incredible force, such was his tension.

     As much as I would have liked to have kept him on top and inside me, I
had to get him off so that we could dress in case anybody else came into
the room for we hadn't locked the door. So when we were presentable, I
showed him the piece about Darren and told him of how I used to sing arias
with him at the university and it would make for a good show on the
television.

     He was thinking this over when mum and dad came into the room, making
me glad that they hadn't caught Michael fucking me there. They raved on
about how good I'd been and should have been given the top billing though I
said that it wouldn't be long now before I was, I told them. They also
congratulated Michael on producing the show and it wasn't long before quite
a few other people crowded in to say the same things. Though a lot of this
was just hype, especially from other members that had appeared on the show
too. But to my family, I had been the star of the show.

     The five of us went off for a late dinner and Andrew was a bit miffed
when I said that I was going home with mum and dad and noticed that Michael
would be travelling with us. It was a grand night in bed with Michael
humping me three times before we fell asleep.

                                                           *