Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2011 11:35:55 +0200
From: Dereck may <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Hitch Hikers II

Author; Amy Redek

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This book is for adults only of eighteen years or over.
All characters are ficticious.

                           Hitch Hikers II


				   CHRIS

   I suppose you can call this a prequel as well as a sequel to a middle
part of my life and Tom's as related in the story of the Hitchhikers. Tom
and I are lovers, male lovers and we make love to each other as only men
can, so if this turns you off you might as well close the book now.

   I am now twenty four years of age, fair haired, blue eyed and stand just
a shade under six feet in my socks. I weigh in around one hundred and
ninety pounds and am well built having toned up my arm and shoulder muscles
as well as my thighs by my swimming. You wouldn't have thought this twelve
years ago when my sexual experiences began, being somewhat on the skinny
side and having found out that the thing between my legs had more uses than
for just peeing through. It would get hard at seeing a half naked breast
and I would have an ache in my balls that I found I could only relieve by
using my hand until I could come and splatter the handkerchief that also
became stiff and hard after too much use.

   I didn't dare put this into the laundry basket for my mother to find and
ask why was it in that condition, so I would throw it away and say later
that I had lost it somewhere. I began to get quite a supply of these as
presents because of this habit of mine of constantly losing them.

   I lived in a small town where my father owned a drugstore and mother
used to work with him, both having gone through school and university
together before getting married. They obtained their degrees to become
pharmacists and with help from both their parents, got enough money to open
their own store. I came along a few years later and they were satisfied
with the one child and I must say, gave me a good grounding in my education
as I grew up.

   I learnt to swim in a pond that was in a meadow just outside of town and
this was where I spent most of my summer holidays. An old elm tree grew on
the edge and some past boys had rigged a rope up to a convenient bough so
that one could swing out from the bank to land right in the middle of the
water and then learn to swim back to the bank. A friend of mine, Darren,
would come with me and there we would go skinny dipping and then lie out in
the sun to dry off afterwards. He was two years older than me and it was
with him that I learned more about sex than any book can tell you.

   We had no modesty at that age and with the pond being so isolated, swam
naked and stayed that way the whole time there, lying on the grass when not
swimming. We talked, as boys do about everything under the sun, including
girls and then jerk off when we became aroused and even to do it to each
other. So I got quite used to holding somebody else's cock in my hand quite
early on in life, to move the flesh under my hand, feeling the strength and
watch the sperm shoot out as he writhed under my touch.

   With him being older, he started to date girls before I did and when we
lay there in the sun he would relate in detail all that he and the current
girl friend had done together and would also boast of the sex he'd had with
them. I believed him and asked how did he go about it, getting her ready
and willing to have sex. The technique, he told me was in the way you
kissed and spoke to the girl. Well show me I demanded of him and that's
where it all started for me to be as I am now.

   'Okay. Let's pretend you are the girl,' he began and you must remember
that we are both lying there naked in the sun in this secluded patch of
grass by the pond.

   'You begin by stroking her hair,' which he proceeded to do to me,
'saying that it must have been spun from some silken machine for it to be
as fine as this. You gently brush it away from her forehead before gently
kissing her there.'

   He was doing this to me as he spoke, kissing me just below the hair line
before kissing me on the lips. I didn't move as I accepted that first kiss
but my body began to react, getting a hard on as he moved his body closer
to mine.

   'Your eyes are of a shade of blue that I've never seen before in any
painting by the Masters,' kissing me on the eyelids before kissing me on
the mouth again. His body was slowly moving half across mine and I could
feel that he too had a hard on.

   'We kiss like this for some time, while I'm letting her feel that I've
got a cock that's as hard as a rock wanting to be used. If she responds to
your words and kisses, you know that you'll get what you want in the end.'

   This took place at the beginning of the holidays, and as we went
swimming every day together, he told me more as his relations with his
present girl friend developed. He couldn't wait to tell me one morning that
she had actually sucked on his cock the night before.

   'It was the greatest thing I've ever known,' he exclaimed, his eyes
shining as we climbed out of the pool to dry off. 'Look! I've even got
another hard on just thinking about it.'

   'Do you want me to jerk you off?' I asked reaching out for him.

   'No, not yet. Let me tell you, it was terrific.'

   'Well tell me for Christ's sake!' I said. 'I'm getting a hard on in
anticipation.'

   'I can't! It's indescribable, but I can show you.' His eyes lit up at
the thought he'd just had. 'But if I do it to you, you'll have to do it to
me afterwards, okay, it's only fair?' To this I agreed, my erection now
beginning to hurt at the thought of having it sucked.

   'Right. I'll play the part of the girl and you've got to kiss me and
talk to get me to do it okay?' To this I also agreed and he lay back and
gave me a smile as I leaned into him and kissed him. This took some time
and I enjoyed kissing him before I moved so that I was fully on top of him,
squashing our erections between us. He then slowly, after a while of deep
kissing, began to roll me off of him so that I was then on my back for him
to kiss me.

   He kissed my lips first and then moved down to my throat and chest,
moving slowly downwards and across my stomach, still kissing me and I felt
his hand take hold of my hard and rigid piece of flesh. I was trembling in
anticipation as I felt his kisses move to the side of it and then felt his
hot breath blow across the top of my erection. Then I experienced that
thrill of having a mouth take in the head of my cock and begin to suck and
lick it. I was in heaven having it sucked, tongued and tickled by another
mouth, not caring whether it was male or female giving me this pleasure.

   'I'm?I'm going to come,' I gasped as I felt it begin to build up before
the surge that would soon be coming up that thin tube inside my penis.

   'Let it go,' was the quick reply from Darren, releasing me briefly for
me to feel the cold air waft round the head before being engulfed again in
the heat of his mouth. So I let my head fall back onto the grass and bucked
my hips as I came, his lips firmly clamped around the head of my cock as I
sent out my stream to fill his mouth. Then incredibly, well to me then, he
swallowed it all without letting me go from his mouth until he had sucked
all that was to come from the eye of my cock.

   Then came that cold air again as he let go of me to roll over onto his
back and I just lay there in a state of euphoria at having the most
incredible experience of my short life up to that point.

   'Well? What do you think of that then?' I heard Darren say as if from a
great distance. 'Can you describe what you have just experienced?'

   'No,' I gasped.

   'That's why I could only do it to show you exactly how I felt. Now when
you're ready, it's my turn to have the same done to me,' he said. So after
several minutes while I screwed up the courage, I finally rolled over and
kissed him and began the downward journey to my fate. His chest was
hairless like mine and only had the similar sparse hairs at the crotch and
then I was faced with his erection that lay like a sausage on the lower end
of his stomach. I could see the head peeking out from the stretched
foreskin, pink and glistening and watched it twitch as I took it in my
hand. I didn't close my eyes and I could see his balls contract inside the
sac as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. It throbbed and pulsed as
the foreskin slid right back so that it was pure flesh I had and I ran my
tongue round this rubbery knob and sucked, letting my saliva work its way
round the head to make it easier to suck upon. I used my hand to work the
skin of his erection up and down that hard flesh beneath and felt his
thighs quiver as I did so. He was so keyed up at what he knew would happen
that it didn't take me long in using my hand and mouth before I heard give
out a warning gasp.

   'I'm coming Chris, I'm coming now,' and he began to buck as I had and I
felt the extra little bit of stiffening in the hand held cock and the
throbbing increase as the underside sperm tube swelled and he came in a
great burst of come into my waiting mouth. It came in several gouts, lesser
each time but there was enough for me to hold until he stopped momentarily
for me to close my eyes and swallow that mixture that had collected in my
mouth. It didn't seem to taste of anything I have ever had in my mouth
before and wasn't unpleasant at all. I then kept on sucking at the last few
drops that came out as I squeezed it to the top of his penis and then
giving him a finally kiss on the tip of his cock before falling back to lie
beside him.

   'That?that was incredible,' he said leaning up on his elbow. 'That was
better than I got last night! You sure you haven't done this before?' he
asked with a big smile on his face.

   'No, and as you say, it was incredible. I enjoyed both, very much
indeed.'

   As I well and truly did. For the first time I had sucked on another
man's cock, the fact that we were still boys didn't come into it. We had
the balls and the cocks to prove that we were men and I had loved the feel
of that throbbing flesh between my lips and feel the power that I was
controlling inside my mouth. The heat and the pulse that increased as he
had come and I was proud that I had swallowed it without spitting it out. I
couldn't wait to have the same experience again. From that day on I loved
the feel of a hot throbbing piece of flesh first in my hand that I knew I
was going to taste and have in my mouth.

   We now did this every afternoon and I gloried and revelled at having him
suck on me but the best was when I was doing it to him. Until the day came
when he gave me the news that he had finally got to fuck the girl.

   'Well? Come on! Tell me,' I cried, agog to hear of how he did it to a
girl.

   We lay there wet from the pool as he tried to describe what he had felt
in doing it and said that it was as hard to describe as it had been when
trying to explain about cocksucking. So it came about that he would fuck me
and I would then be able to do it to him. I played the girl again as we
kissed there naked on the grass and then after a bit of sucking on his
erection, he rolled me over onto my stomach and pulled me up onto my knees.

  'This is the only way we can do it as we don't have the same number of
holes that a girl has, but there's not a lot of difference except that I
think we will be a bit tighter.' I heard him spit on his hand and guessed
that it was for lubrication as I trembled there on my knees, looking down
at the grass as I felt him put one hand on my hip and then feel the touch
of the head of his erection to the hole of my arse.

   'Are you ready for this?' he asked, as I could feel the tip of his cock
nuzzling my rear entrance.

   'Yes,' I said, tensing up and he then slapped me on the cheek of my bum
telling me to relax as I felt him try to push inside me and found that I
was resisting him. Another slap did the right thing and I relaxed and then
the head of his erection was suddenly inside me. What a feeling that was in
spite of the pain of that first entry before the whole length of him slid
inside and his thighs came up to rest against my bum.

   Wow. I nearly freaked out at the multitude of feelings that surged
through my body at his penetration and filling of me from the rear. I
positively drooled at the feeling of that throbbing cock inside me,
pulsating in time with his heart beat and making my own cock rise up harder
than I'd ever known it as I had his power inside me creating all kinds of
turmoil in my mind. Then he began to move and I could feel every vein and
ridge of his erect penis as he began to shaft me, only pulling back far
enough the let the head of his cock start to expand the entrance for me to
feel before plunging back and buffeting me with his body as he fucked
me. Both hands were now on my hips as he moved in and out of me, ramming
harder and harder at me as he approached his climax and then held me
tighter than he had ever done before as only his hips moved as he came,
shooting his stuff up inside me.

   Even now, twelve years later I can remember with great clarity that
feeling of having the first cock up inside me that sent me up to heaven
with all the wonderful sensations that coursed through my body at that
time, especially when he came. I think I shot half my load before I got a
chance to do the same to him which I did a few minutes after he pulled out
of me. That in itself was rather an event for I experienced such a loss as
he left me, my ring expanded to its utmost and had that feeling of loss as
it contracted back to its normal size.

   I was in love! Not with Darren especially, but with the erect male
organ, be it in my mouth or up inside me, I loved the feel and texture and
the thrill that one could give me. This was even before I got to know what
it was like to have a woman, and I must say that it was a disappointment to
say the least. Yes I loved the softness of a woman's breast and the small
hands that made my cock look bigger than it was, but to stick myself inside
a female had no comparison to doing it to the rear end of a male. But it
was that a woman didn't have that flesh that I could get my teeth around,
to scratch and then suck on solid muscle and have the end result come into
my mouth for me to savour before swallowing. Or use it where I wanted it
most, up inside me to ream and pleasure me as well as quell the fire that
the sight of one aroused up the desire within my body.

   Needless to say, Darren and I for the rest of the summer, sucked and
fucked each other like there was no tomorrow, and I loved every minute of
the holidays. Summer finished and it was back to school and how I missed
those days by the pond, having Darren kiss me and letting me suck his
erection before having him put it inside me. We did manage the odd evening
but he was really getting into the girls and so I was left out in the
cold. It seemed an eternity before the summer came round again and we would
spend time swimming and having sex, me taking more than I was giving.

   I lost him when he turned sixteen and went off to college and so I was
without friend and sex and as yet, still not been with a girl. I was now
fourteen and had grown till I was just an inch or two under my height
now. I had started to fill out body wise also what with my swimming so I
looked quite good when I was in a swimming costume at the school pool. I
filled my costume very well and by winning many races started to get some
attention from the girls. I could see that when I walked along the edge of
the pool, the first thing they looked at was my tackle that made quite a
bulge in my costume. Then they would look at my face and start to talk
after having a giggle and a few whispers behind raised hands to their
mouths.

   I am quite shy as a person and I couldn't pluck up the courage to ask
one of them out on a date so it was some time before I got to know one of
them. She was in my class and she shyly stopped at my desk one day and
asked me if I could help her with her chemistry studies as she was falling
behind in her grades. This was my best subject and to have a girl ask me to
help was a boost to my ego. Her name was Mary-Ann and had a nice bust for
her age and had blond hair like me but was much prettier. I agreed and
suggested the next Thursday night as this was when my parents had the drug
store open late and we could study without interruption.

   She knew where I lived and at six on that evening, she knocked at the
door and I let her in and took her books from her to carry them into the
parlour.

   'This is a nice house you've got,' she said somewhat nervously. She had
her hair tied up in a pony tail and she wore a kind of tank top that left
her mid section bare and a short skirt.

   'Can you show me round?' Well there's not much you can show anybody of a
three bedroom house they all being much the same, but I did anyway.

   'Which is your room,' she asked when we got upstairs, so I showed her,
pleased that I am a really tidy person. She went in and looked round at the
posters on the walls and made a point of studying the books on the shelf
before sitting down on the bed.

   'This is a lovely room,' she said, having a little bounce on the
bed. 'Come and sit down and tell me what else you like to do apart from
swimming. I like to watch you when you're swimming. You move more like a
fish than a man.' Flattered, I went and sat down next to her, feeling the
heat radiating from the closeness of her thigh to mine.

   'Also, you don't swagger down the side of the pool like some of the
others, and,' she gave a little giggle, 'you fill the costume out better
too.' I started to get a hard on at these words and I glanced down and
could see it beginning to move the front of my shorts that I was
wearing. She noticed it too for she then spoke in a small and coy voice.

   'Would you like to kiss me?'

   'Yes, I would,' I replied, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice,
as this would be my first kiss with a girl. I leaned in and kissed those
soft lips, not knowing where to put my hands as with Darren, we'd always
been lying down flat. Mary-Ann solved that by taking hold of the sides of
my head and holding me close as we kissed, then slowly fell back to be flat
on the bed.

   That first kiss was delicious and I went in for more which she wanted
too and then I felt her hand take mine and slide it up under the tank top
to let it rest on one firm breast with the nipple in my palm, hard as a
nut.

   'Rub it,' she whispered in between kisses and when I did so, her hand
went down and started to rub my erection through my shorts.

   'Wow, you are big,' she murmured and then slipped her hand inside the
top of the shorts and grasped me. I couldn't help but give out a groan as
she squeezed it and then she moaned as I gave her breast a squeeze back.

   'Let's do this properly,' she said, breaking off the kissing and letting
go of me to sit up. She swiftly pulled her top up over her head for me to
see those wonderful tight breasts, one of which I'd already felt. She then
pulled up the bottom of my T shirt and I lifted my arms for her to take it
off completely. Then she stood up and undid the clip of her skirt so that
it fell in a heap at her feet and I then could see her neat triangle of
hair at the top of her legs as she wasn't wearing any panties. I began to
sweat at the sight and didn't resist as she pulled me up from the bed and
tugged down my shorts. My cock bounced free and caught her alongside the
face as she went down to help get my feet out of the shorts. She was on her
knees now looking first at my swaying erection only inches from her eyes
before she looked up at me.

   'This is some weapon you've got here Chris,' but I don't think she
noticed me blushing for she moved her head forward and took me into her
mouth. It was hot and soft as Darren's as her tongue traced round the head
as she gave out a sucking sound as she took in some breath around it before
her lips clamped on tight as she bobbed her head back and forth on it.

   'No Mary-Ann,' I cried. 'Not too much. Let's put it where it really
belongs.'

   She released me and came upright with a smile on her face and got onto
the bed and lay back, beads of perspiration were on her face and between
her breasts as I got on the bed with her. My cock was now really throbbing
and my balls were aching as I rolled her over and brought her up onto her
knees. I got between her legs and then pushed myself inside her and she
gave out a scream. She was tight and I loved the feel of my cock sliding
into till our thighs met. I didn't want to wait too long because I didn't
think I would be able to hold out too long this being my first fuck with a
girl, so I started to move myself in and out of her.

   'What the fuck are you doing Chris,' she screamed as I reamed her,
holding her fighting body tight as I fucked her.

   'Stop it, stop it!' But I couldn't, I was getting toward my peak and
kept on going. 'No Chris, no!' she screamed again as I held her tight as I
began to come inside her and then the truth dawned on me why she was
screaming. I was fucking her in the wrong place.

   She fell forward and I went with her, still bucking my hips at my coming
as I lay full length on her, giving those last little jerks to get the last
of it out of me. It was too late to say sorry as I pulled out for her to
whirl round, her breasts shaking with her anger as she raised her hand and
slapped me round the face.

   'You fucking animal!' she shouted, tears streaming down her face as she
got off the bed. She was sobbing as she picked up her clothes and ran out
of the room. I lay there stunned at what I had done, cursing myself for
forgetting that a woman has two holes and not just the one like me. My
first experience and chance of finding out what it would be like doing it
with a woman and I fucked it up good and proper. A few minutes later, I
heard the front door slam before I could get dressed properly to try and
tell her what went wrong. What on earth was she going to tell the other
girls? I'd blown my chances of ever getting one now at school, I could have
wept, so I went and had a shower to clean myself properly. Darren and I
always went back into the pond after having anal intercourse to keep
ourselves clean as it was pure common sense to do so.

   I didn't bother going downstairs but went straight to bed wondering if
she'd report me to the head or tell her parents what I had done. It was a
worrisome night and I really dreaded going to school the next day and I
fretted the whole time, waiting for a call that never came. I avoided all
the girls that day and over the weekend but I still had to go to school on
Monday. Who was the first person I bump into, Mary-Ann. I tried to stammer
out an apology but she swept past me without saying a word.

   'What did you do to her the other night?'  Ellen, another girl from the
class who had come up behind me asked. She had obviously seen the encounter
and wanted to know. 'We know she was going to your house but she won't say
a word about it.'

   'Er, we seem to have got off on the wrong foot,' I answered rather
lamely. 'I was too eager it being my first time,' realising I shouldn't
have said that last part. Now all the girls will know that I hadn't been
able to do it properly.

   But time went by and she still refused to talk about it for I suppose
she didn't want the others to know that she had been buggered instead of
fucked. So my having it off with a girl seemed to get put on the back
burner for the time being.

   It was some time later, just after finishing swimming practice that Mr
Robbins, the school's art teacher asked me if I would pop along to his
study for a chat when I'd got dressed. I had a shower to get the chlorine
off and when I was dressed, went up and knocked on his door.

   'Come in Chris, come in,' he said when he saw it was me at the
door. 'Sit you down, sit down,' indicating a couch near the desk. I went
and sat down wondering what we wanted me for and looked about his study at
the many pictures that adorned the walls of the room. It took a few minutes
before I realised that they were all of men in a variety of poses. Weight
lifting with heavy bars showing all the muscles, then running, jumping,
swimming and some just of men flexing their muscles to be photographed or
sketched.

   'I watched you swimming today, well I've seen you several times and must
say that you have a lovely body. Have you ever thought of weight lifting,
to build up those arm and shoulder muscles?'

   'No,' I replied, 'It seems like hard work. No, swimming is enough for
me.'

   'Pity, but there is something you could do that isn't strenuous in the
least. In fact you don't even have to move a muscle, just sit still. I'm
asking if you could find it in yourself to pose for the senior art class?
We, or rather they, are now entering their last phase by drawing and
sketching the human form.' I was speechless and didn't expect that this was
why he wanted to see me. We sat there for an hour as I put up all kinds of
objections that he shot down and in the end I agreed, much to his
delight. My studies were changed slightly so that I could be in his class
three afternoons a week, two hours at a time, and it was with some
trepidation that I presented myself for the first time in his art class.

   There were about twenty students there of about half and half mix of
boys and girls and I caught sight of the girls start to whisper when they
saw it was me that was to be their model.

   'Welcome Chris,' he said after I had walked in. 'I think most of you
know our Chris,' he said to the class at large, 'and I'm most happy to
welcome and thank him for being our live model. Now this way Chris,' he
said, leading me to a large screen and he explained that here I could
undress and there was a towel for me to put round my waist when I was not
actually in a posing position. He watched me as I undressed and then, with
a towel round my middle, he led me out to the small podium where there was
a large stool for me to sit on.

   'Now you all know what you are to do so let's get started,' he said to
the class as he placed me by the stool and took off my towel to sit me
down. I heard gasps from the boys and smothered giggles from the girls who
could see the frontal side of me as Mr Robbins sat me down on the stool. I
couldn't understand the gasps from the boys having seen most of them in the
showers and knew I was much better endowed than they were. For the girls, I
think it was because they had all seen me in my swim suit but were now
seeing me in the raw. I could also hear sighs which I took to be
disappointment from those who only got a side or rear view of me.

   The teacher moved my arms and legs into the position he wanted and when
he moved out of the way I could then see the wide eyed girls looking at
what I'd got between my legs and then I started to get a hard on. There
were more gasps from the girls as it rose up and Mr Robbins dropped the
towel into my lap.

   'Now then Chris. Try and control yourself. Think of something banal and
get your mind off whatever you are thinking. This is an art class, not a
biology lesson.'

   'Sorry Mr Robbins. Couldn't help it,' I blushed.

   'Well start drawing,' he called out to the class, 'you can draw the
finer points in later.'

   So I sat there for half an hour, thinking sad thoughts or rather trying
to before the towel was removed for the next hour and a half. The bloody
thing kept rising every now and again as I caught some pretty chick's eye
and kept getting a gentle slap from the teacher when he saw it begin to
come up. He kept moving around the class telling them the finer points of
drawing and I was thankful when he came back up and dropped the towel in my
lap again and said that the lesson was over for the day.

   He told me later that he could have trebled the class after my first
sitting, all girls, to which I blushed and stammered that those he had was
enough for me to contend with.

   'We must do something about you getting an erection all the time during
the lesson,' he said. 'We've got to take the edge off your sexual
appetite.' He mused on this as he paced up and down the study.

   'Take your clothes off as though you were in the class room.' He said
finally. Not quite understanding what he had in mind, but did as he asked
and stood there naked in front of him. 'Here, look at this,' and he passed
a small magazine over to me. I puzzled for a moment as I opened it and
found that he'd given me a pornographic one, full of pictures of the sex
act between men and women, woman and woman and man with man or men. Of
course I got an instant hard on at seeing these and looked at him somewhat
bewildered, book in my hand and my throbbing erection jutting out in front
of me.

   'Now what do you normally do when you're in that state?' he asked and
without waiting for me to answer went on. 'You either jerk off or have
someone do it for you. Have you ever had sex with another boy, jerking off
and the like?' I nodded dumbly at this.

   'Fellatio?'

   'Pardon?'

   'Oral sex. Have you ever been sucked off?' Again I could only nod
dumbly.

   'Go and lie down on the couch,' he said, and so I moved back and lay
down, my erection still hard and laying on my stomach.

   'What I do for art's sake,' he muttered as he came over and went down
onto his knees. 'This is what you need just before you go into the class,'
he said, and I could only lie there and watch him take hold of my erection
and lower his head and take me into his mouth. I must say I was shocked but
not displeased at having a teacher do this to me and rather enjoyed having
him do what I'd been needing for some time now. His mouth was hot and he
was rather good with the using of his tongue and teeth as he sucked and
chewed on me as he slowly jerked me off at the same time.

   'I'm coming,' I managed to get out in a strangled voice.

   'Great,' he said, briefly lifting his head up off me, 'keep going and
let it come,' as his mouth engulfed me again. I sighed and closed my eyes
and gave myself up to the pleasure of having my cock sucked again by an
expert. I couldn't but help myself to buck my hips as I came, shooting out
the lot into his waiting mouth for him to swallow and lick me clean when
I'd finished.

   I opened my eyes when he let go of me and I saw that he had both hands
at his front below the edge of the couch and realised that he was putting
himself away inside his own trousers. The bugger had been jerking himself
off as he had sucked on me, but I didn't care as I'd had the release that I
wanted, so why shouldn't he.

   He straightened up and waited for a few minutes and then asked me to
stand up, which I did, my cock now at half mast.

   'Well that seems to have done the trick,' he smirked. 'How long can you
last before it rises again?'

   'About an hour,' I replied.

   'Well try and make it longer. Let's do this before each session if
you've no objection Chris?' he asked with a warm satisfied smile.

   'None at all,' I replied having got the measure of his desire,
'providing you don't get rid of your erection under the couch.'

   'What do you mean?' he asked warily.

   'Come off it Mr Robbins. I'd rather you fucked me than waste it that
way.'

   'Really?' he asked, his face brightening up into a big smile. 'You'll
let me do it to you before we go out for the next class?'

   'Of course,' I smiled back at him. 'It's the only thing I'm really going
to get out of this posing for you aren't I?'

   So for the rest of the year, three times a week just before the art
class started, I would go to his study and he would go down on me to try
and prevent the erection in class and then he would take me on the couch to
rid himself of his own sexual frustrations that I knew was apparent with
such lovely girls in front of him every day.

   It got to a point that I didn't bother with a towel when I emerged from
behind the screen and I let them all see what was hidden in my costume when
I was swimming. That was how I was picked up by Juliet. She wasn't one of
the crowd that mixed with Mary-Ann, so there was no connection that she
might get to hear of what I had done to her. She was in the art class and
wondered if I wouldn't mind letting her put the final touches to her
drawing in private, at her house one evening. It was coyly said and I
guessed what touches she wanted to do and accepted. The promise was there
and I hoped that I wouldn't make the same mistakes again because she would
be quite a catch. Her parents were amongst the richest folks in town and it
wouldn't be a bad thing to get my feet under the table there.

   I duly turned up at her house at the appointed time and it was Juliet
that opened the door with a big smile.

   'Come in Chris,' she said taking my arm, swinging the front door shut
behind us. 'We're all alone as it's the staff's night off and Mother and
Father are out at a function, so we are perfectly safe.'

   'Safe from what?' I couldn't help but ask.

   'Safe from being interrupted,' she replied with a smile, dragging me
through the house and out into what was an indoor swimming pool. It was
massive, at least twenty five yards in length and had side glass panels
that could be opened in the summer. There were loungers around one side and
it was to here that she led me.

   'Let's have a swim first,' she said, starting to take off her clothes.

   'I haven't brought a costume,' I said in protest.

   'I've seen you without one in the classroom, now you can see me without
one too,' as the last piece of clothing came off for me to see her fine
figure. I saw more because she did a back flip into the water, that is, to
do this properly, you have to open your legs as you bend them for the lift
up and so I quite clearly saw the bush and open lips of her sex for that
briefest of glimpses. What she had said was true that she had seen me in
the full flesh so I thought, what the hell, and quickly stripped off and
joined her in the cool water of the pool.

   We swam a few lengths before she stood up in the shallow end, the water
still moving just below her full breasts as I surged up in front of her. I
stood there looking at the secret smile she was giving me and I couldn't
but help look down to those two orbs seeming to float on top of the water.

   'Do you like them?' she asked as she put her hands underneath them and
lifted them up for my inspection. The water was still running off them and
each outstanding nipple had one drop poised at the tip. 'You can touch
them,' she said, taking hold of my hands and placing them on these two
floating balloons. 'Rub them and warm them up.' As my hands made circles
round their softness, her own hands went below the surface and took hold of
my cock and balls and the warmth of her hand made it start to rise.

   'Let's get out of here,' she said, giving me a quick kiss before turning
and striking out for where our clothes lay. She was up and out of the pool
before I reached the side and she began pulling the long lounger cushions
onto the floor and then lay back on them and beckoned to me as I came up
out of the water.

   Her legs were parted and I could see what I had to aim at this time and
went and lay down next to her and she was immediately in my arms and
kissing me. This only lasted a few minutes before she whispered that she
wanted me, now, there and then. Forget the foreplay, let's fuck.

   So with her leading, she guided my throbbing prick into the orifice
where she wanted it put, and it was warm and wet enough for me to slide in
without the slightest effort on my part. As that heat surrounded my
erection I was thankful that it was wet and also that Mr Robbins had given
me a blow job that very afternoon for I think I would have come straight
away it being the first time I'd been able to actually put my thing up
inside a woman.

   I can't truly say it was wonderful as I was comparing it to the back
passage of a man. It was softer and though there were more muscles inside,
they didn't have the strength of a sphincter. They could touch and make you
feel them but had insufficient power to hold you inside. This was the
downside I felt as I moved myself slowly in and out of that enclosing
warmth of her vagina. Don't get me wrong by imagining that I didn't enjoy
it because I did. Her enthusiasm helped as she had wanted my tool inside
her and she was trying to milk what she could out of it. She bucked and
thrashed, pulling at me to try and dig deeper inside, her legs coming up to
grip my waist as we fought each other on the cushions, her trying to take
more and me trying to get further in as we fucked. It was great and I
became alarmed when she went into a paroxysm of movement and then went
rigid as she gave out our scream that echoed round and round the enclosed
pool area.

   I nearly panicked thinking I was in the wrong place again, but I know
now that she was in the middle of an orgasm, but it had its effect of not
letting me come. I kept on ploughing into her until she begged me to
stop. I lay there panting on top of her heaving body, her breasts squashed
under my chest as she too heaved, trying to take in more oxygen.

   'You're a fucking stud, man. That's the first time somebody has made me
come like that for the first time you wonderful man!' Boy did my heart
swell at that pronouncement. 'God, I've got to cool down after that!' she
exclaimed as I slid out of her, still not having come myself yet. She was
up and into the pool as I stood up not certain exactly what I had done at
that time. My cock was still up and hard, throbbing and not yet had my
release when she surfaced.

   'Come in here and keep that bloody great tool ready for another
session,' she cried. I dived in and joined her as she frolicked about in
the most childish fashion and I was glad when she got out of the water and
beckoned me out to join her. I couldn't get out of the water quick enough
to dip my wick again, hoping that she would stay still long enough for me
to come at the same time as her.

   She was flat on her back with her legs wide open, the lips of her sex
glowing pink inside that slight hairy surround and I fell between her legs
and drove straight in to that wet warmth again. She was bucking up against
me again, her legs high up at my side for the deepest penetration when she
gave out a scream and so I let myself go and started to come myself. She
screamed again and suddenly started to push me off of her just as I was
letting go. Her strength was amazing and managed to force me back so that I
slid out and then I saw what and why she had screamed. It was not just of
her coming but also that of her parents.

   I got up on wobbly legs and stood there with my cock still throbbing and
small jets of sperm still coming out of the tip as I faced her parents who
were standing there on the opposite side of the pool looking at us. I could
hear Juliet trying to get her clothes together as she cried at being caught
in the act. I was standing there like a statue, not knowing really what to
do in this situation, dribbles of sperm still issuing out from the end of
my cock.

   'You bastard! Get out of my house!' her father started screaming,
drowning out the sobs of Juliet. Her mother had a hand to her mouth and her
eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she looked at me. I didn't know what
to cover first, my face or my dripping erection as her eyes bored into
mine. The screaming of her father was washing over me in the melee of
Juliet crying and trying to get her clothes from under my feet. All I kept
hearing was him calling me a bastard and to get out of the house. I didn't
realise until afterwards that though he ranted and raved, he stayed on the
other side of the pool for I think he saw that I was much bigger and
possibly stronger than he was. His wife said nothing but just looked at the
aftermath of seeing me fuck her daughter.

   The spell broke and I grabbed my clothes and fled through one of the
side doors of the enclosed pool. I managed to get my trousers on in my
flight across the garden and it wasn't until I was three houses away before
I stopped to try and put my shoes on. There I found I only had one sock
left, my underpants had gone too, so throwing away the odd sock, I put my
shoes on and my T shirt and went off to my home.

   As I trudged on my way I reflected on what could be the repercussions
from this episode in my trying to have a normal relationship with a
female. The only consolation I had was that I had actually been inside a
female with my cock for the first time and though I didn't come properly
inside her, I at least had done half of it, the rest shooting and dribbling
out afterwards.

   I crept into my own house and had my shower before going to bed and
there re-lived the past few hours, dreading the possible aftermath from
Juliet's parents. But at least I now knew the difference between what a
woman had between her legs and what a man had. Then to be honest with
myself, I'd rather stick myself into a man, unless a woman would want it
the same way as the mistake I had made with Mary-Ann. I know I shouldn't
make comparisons with only one experience with a female, but there was one
major difference that the man had over the female. He could do the same to
me! That is what I wanted! I was enjoying my sessions with teacher Robbins
because he was putting himself into me which is what I desired most of
all. The fact that he was blowing me either before or afterward was just a
bonus as far as I was concerned.

   But still I worried, waiting for that phone call to my Dad about what
had gone down at Juliet's home, but again, nothing came through. I noticed
at the next posing session in the art class that she wasn't there, and this
caused me some concern until I heard what happened. Her parents had pulled
her out of school and sent her to an all girl school somewhere further
north which told me all I wanted to know.

   It wasn't much longer before Mr Robbins stopped using me as a model. He
gave me all kinds of reasons why he was dropping me but I eventually got to
the bottom line and that was that he was frightened. Frightened that what
we had been doing together in his study prior to the classroom would
somehow leak out. We would get caught and then that would mean the end of
his career as a teacher and also break up his marriage by having sex with a
student, even worse, by it being a male student.

   He was almost in tears when he said that we had to finish our personal
relationship, and I cried too for I was now going to lose having his cock
ream me on a regular basis which was more of a loss than him sucking me
off. I had found that I preferred having another man behind to give me the
thrill that I had now become accustomed to. I know I'd only ever really
fucked one girl once, but what I really wanted, needed, was to have that
hard piece of male flesh push up inside me and then ream my canal and give
me the satisfaction I now craved above all else.

   So being dumped by the teacher, the girl being sent away and one, that
I'd fucked the wrong way, I was back on the outside again of having a good,
loving, sexual relationship. So I threw myself into my swimming and other
sporting activities to work off my energy and just jerk myself off at night
when it became too much.

   I was in my last year of school and at the age of sixteen when I had a
one night stand and another one that lasted quite a few weeks. The single
one came out of the blue and it would have been the last thing I would of
thought of happening to me. I was down in the Mall, window shopping more
than anything else when I bumped into Juliet's mother.

   'Chris! I wondered when I would bump into you. Why haven't you called
round about Juliet?'

   'I?I?didn't think I'd be welcome,' I stuttered.

   'Nonsense. Here, take these bags and help me to the car with them,' she
said, passing across several parcels that I couldn't help but take them
from her and follow her as some kind of lap dog in her wake. I went with
much misgiving down to her car and helped her put them inside.

   'Get in,' she said, and it was more of an order than a request and I
don't know why, but I complied and got in beside her and she drove off to
her house. 'You know that Juliet is now at a different school,' she said by
way on breaking the silence in the car as she drove along.

   'I guessed that when she didn't show up for classes,' I said rather
drily.

   'God, it was funny!' she laughed, though I didn't feel like joining her
in this. 'Ralph, that's my husband's name, shouting out like that but
didn't have the balls to move round to tackle you. Talking of tackle, what
I saw seemed quite good and felt proud of her for picking a boy that was
that suitably endowed.' I began to shift in my seat feeling quite
uncomfortable at the way the conversation was going.

   'I?I'm sorry for the embarrassment I caused,' I stuttered.

   'You didn't embarrass me in the slightest,' she laughed. 'I was just
glad that she picked a boy like you to give her a yard stick as it were on
picking her future mate.' I had no answer to this and was thankful that we
had now just pulled into the drive of her house. She parked the car and
opened the rear door where here packages were.

   'Bring those in for me will you please,' she said turning away to go to
the front door. Rather than be crass and rude, I gathered up the boxes and
bags and took them into the house and followed her upstairs and into what
appeared to be her bedroom.

   'Put them down anywhere,' she said, her back to me as I did so. When I
went and turned round, I found that she had taken off her blouse and I had
these two big heavy breasts facing me. She had a big smile on her face as
she moved in and kissed me, pressing those big mammeries up against my
chest. Taken aback and having no apparent alternative, put my arms round
her and returned the kisses I was getting.

   'I've waited a long time for the opportunity to do this,' she said
breathlessly as she feverishly unbuttoned my shirt and almost tore it off
my back so that I could feel those hot two protuberances being pressed
against my chest again. She kissed me as her hands fumbled at my belt and I
guessed she must have had much practise at this, for it was soon undone as
was my fly and my jeans were being pulled down below my knees. She broke
off the kiss to finish the job of getting them off from my feet. Her hands
seemed to flutter around her waist and the skirt just seemed to float away
to leave her in just a wispy piece of material that didn't hide what was
underneath.

   'God Chris, it looks bigger than what I saw from across the pool,' she
said as she sank to her knees and took me into her hands. The touch of them
was enough to start it begin to rise up till it attained its full erect
length and stature. 'The last time I saw this it was dribbling,' she said
in an awesome voice and I couldn't but help notice that she too was
dribbling from her mouth before it opened and took me inside.

   'What about Mr?..?'

   'He's away for the night,' was the brief reply before taking me back
into that hot eager mouth.

    'Juliet?.?'

    'She's away,' was the gulped answer as she continued on her attack on
my erection, sucking, tonguing and making use of her teeth, gently I might
add.

   'God, let's put this where it will do the most good,' she said rising up
and quickly pulling off her panties and pulling me onto the bed. 'I was
right,' she breathed out as I sank inside her, 'it's bigger than I thought
it was. Now fuck me as you did my daughter and tell me which is the
better.'

    I didn't like this idea of making comparisons when I didn't really have
many, in fact just the one, but I did as I was told and fucked her. Now
that was a woman! She, well, Juliet knew nothing about how to manipulate
the vagina as her mother did. But, and I say but, it still wasn't the same
as fucking someone up the back passage. She was much looser than Juliet and
the thought that went through my mind as I kept moving into her, was that
this woman beneath me had given birth, but still knew how to use her body
to give a man pleasure.

    When she began to scream, I froze and let her continue in her gyrations
as she bucked and twisted up to my body that was supporting what was stuck
inside her. She was literally fucking herself on my erection and so I let
her carry on till she shook and shuddered as she came, her legs almost
squeezing me to death as she forced out her coming and I felt it begin to
seep down round my balls.

   'Stay inside and suck my tits,' she gasped, her face shining with
sweat. 'Suck them and bite them,' she urged. 'Let me feel the pain as you
bite into them.' I felt foolish to try and do this and it wasn't easy to
twist my upper body down to take the breast in my mouth and still stay
inside her, but I managed and bit into her tit and made her scream again
that made me release her immediately.

   'Again, again,' she cried out, writhing under me and so I did it to the
other one and heard her scream again and I felt a sudden pressure round my
cock as she orgasmed again. I could do nothing but carry on moving in and
out of her as we fucked to bring her through to the end and I then came and
cried out to let her know that I was done, pumping my hips hard, ramming
tight up between her legs and then I had a helpless mass of woman beneath
me as she gave out one last gasp and became almost lifeless. I was covered
in sweat and I could see it dripping onto her already sweat sheened body as
I finally pulled out and flopped down beside her.

   'Chris,' I heard her murmur and felt her hand grasp mine as we lay side
by side. 'That was the best fuck since my school days,' and she squeezed my
hand. There was nothing I could say to that and just squeezed her hand back
as an answer. We lay there together letting the night air slowly cool our
bodies and it was several minutes before she spoke again.

   'Juliet's pregnant you know.'

   'What?' I cried, rearing up onto an elbow and looked down at her feeling
my body start to tremble. 'What?what did her father say?'

   'He went ballistic when she told us and it serves the bastard right for
not listening to me,' she smiled.

   'What?when?how?'I stuttered.

   'Don't worry about it Chris,' she said, running her fingernails down my
chest. 'It's been taken care of. A distant relative has agreed to marry her
and pass off the child as his own. What with getting a lucrative position
in the firm as well, he jumped at the chance.'

   'What?what did Juliet say?' I couldn't help repeating myself as I
stammered out the question.

   'She would rather have had you but her father wouldn't hear of it. He
thinks you did it on purpose to get into the family and try for a slice of
the pie.'

   'What about you? You knew and yet you've let me make love to you too.'
She smiled at me again.

   'It doesn't matter to me. I'm glad we've found a way of getting back at
him for the miserable way he has treated us for the past fourteen years.'
Her hand was now handling me and bringing me up to full standard. 'Now one
last time Chris, make me happy again because we can't do this anymore.'

   Her eyes were alight with expectation and I couldn't help myself but
roll over on top of her and slide in between her open legs to have her
again. As I entered her and our stomachs met, she reached up and kissed me
before I raised myself up on my elbows and began to move myself inside
her. It was a lovely fuck and drove the thought of Juliet out of my mind as
I ploughed deep and often into her. She screamed out once more as she held
me tight in the throes of another orgasm and I let myself go and felt my
seed shoot up into her hot waiting cavern. I eased myself down onto her
sweat covered body and kissed her and then her breasts as I slowly pulled
out of her and then flopped down by her side again to regain my breath.

   'Thank you Chris,' she breathed and I could see her breasts, heave up
and down as she took in deep breaths. 'That's got to last me for a long
time. Ever since that night by the pool when I saw you standing there like
Adonis with your erect penis still dripping with sperm, I've dreamed of
having you myself. In fact, that very night I stopped taking the pill.' It
took several minutes before what she had said sunk in.

   'Oh Christ!' I groaned, covering my eyes with my forearm as I saw the
implications of what she had done.

   'Yes Chris,' she said softly. 'I thought that if you could get her
pregnant while still losing half of it on the floor of the poolside, you
could do the same to me.'

   'But he'll kill me!' I cried, coming back up on my elbow to look down on
her smiling face again.

   'No he won't, because I'm not going to tell him. If you have succeeded,
and I hope you have, it'll be too late when he realises the truth.' Her
hand came up and stroked my cheek. 'I hope it's a boy too so that I can
name him Christopher as another slap in the face for him,' she
laughed. 'Now my sweet lover, my Romeo to my Juliet, give me one last kiss
before you go.' She pulled my head down and we spent several minutes
kissing before she released me to get up from the bed. 'I'm going to relive
this night for many years to come,' she said, hugging her breasts as she
watched me get dressed. I paused at the bedroom door to have one last look
at her naked body there on the bed, the dreamy smile on her face, eyes
closed as she gently rocked herself on the crumpled sheets.

   I've been had, I thought as I made my way home, I had been used as a
pawn in her game of life with her husband. In some ways I hoped she hadn't
been got pregnant, but then there was a secret wish that she was for her
sake. I now began to pay attention to the local newspaper because it always
carried gossip about the top echelon of our community, and it wasn't long
before I read that Juliet had been secretly wed some months earlier and was
now expecting her first child. It was an obvious lie because the dates
didn't tie up, but they had to give that out to make it look as though she
hadn't conceived the child out of wedlock. Then a couple of months later
another snippet was there that Mr and Mrs Westcliffe were expecting their
second child and I wasn't sure whether to be delighted or not. Well at
least it proved that I was a man even if it was another man I preferred to
be with than a woman.

   To combat my sexual urges, I literally threw myself into my swimming and
field events at school. What I wanted most of all out of this was to beat
the school's swimming record for the one hundred metres. My problem was
that I still hadn't learned how to turn fast enough to do this. Here is
where Mr Clayton came in as my trainer. He was the sports coach and he
would spend hours with me, drilling me and showing me how to turn at the
end of the twenty five metre pool. How to pace myself and not go flat out
and not have anything left at the final stretch.

   I still had about six months left of school before I perfected the
somersault turn that Peter, for that was Mr Clayton's name was and told me
to call him that when we were alone down at the pool. He would constantly
rove up and down the side of the pool shouting out instructions when my
head was above the surface as he did on this day. I stood on the block as
he held the stop watch and shouted go for me to start a timed swim. I
gulped in air at every fourth stroke as I ploughed down the length of the
pool, taking in one big gasp before the turn. It felt good as I did the
return run. The turns were good at both ends and I began to feel the strain
after the last turn, and I could hear his yells as I made the effort for
the last twenty five metres.

   When I touched the end, I had to hang on to the side as I fought to get
breath into my lungs as he gave out great shouts and then jumped into the
water and hugged me.

   'You did it!' he spluttered as he jumped me up and down. 'Nearly five
seconds!' his eyes alight at my achievement as he held me in his arms in
the water. In my exuberance at hearing this, held him tight too and then
kissed him. His eyes went a bit wider and I couldn't see what thoughts ran
through his mind at my reaction to the news.

   'Come on, out of the water. You've done enough for the day. It's not
official, but you've broken the record and we'll set up a proper timing
later for you to do it again.'

   We got out of the pool and he looked as though he'd been drowned for
he'd jumped in with all his clothes on in his excitement. Into the changing
room we went with his arm around me where we had a shower and got changed.

   'Chris. Will you come up to my rooms for a moment where can talk about
you really going for the school's record?' he asked of me.

   'Sure,' I replied, following him and we went on through his study and
into his bedroom where he said he wanted to change his shirt. I sat down in
the chair that he indicated while he took off his shirt and got a clean one
out of a drawer and then sat down on the bed with it in his hand but not
putting it on.

   'Chris. I've two questions to ask you,' he said quietly. 'Did you really
mean to kiss me or was it just exuberance at breaking the record?' He was
looking me straight in the eye as he asked.

   'Yes to the first part and no to the second,' I said just as quietly
holding his gaze with mine.

   'Would you like to kiss me again then?' he asked softly.

   'Yes,' I replied just as softly, getting up from the chair and going
over and sitting down next to him. Both our arms opened automatically as we
twisted our hips round to face each other as we embraced and kissed, slowly
falling back to lie on the bed. We kissed for several minutes before he
whispered to me, ' I have one more question.'

   'You said two questions. This will make it three.' I said.

   'Ah, but I couldn't ask it until you said yes to the first two. The
question is, do you want to take this further than just kissing?'

   'Yes,' I breathed, giving him a quick kiss. We got up from the bed and
quickly took our clothes off and then looked at each other, naked, both
with erections for a moment before going into each other's arms again to
kiss, feeling our erections clash and get squashed between our bodies. We
fell onto the bed as we kissed and as soon as we landed, we parted and
turned round so that we head to tail and I found he was as avid to suck my
cock as I was his. His hot mouth went onto mine as I went down on his and
we lay there unable to talk as we licked, tongued, teased and gently sucked
upon each other. It was lovely to have a soft and yet hard piece of flesh
in my mouth again, to have a different taste and feel the throb and power
that was inside that skin that I moved slowly up and down with my hand. I
was getting pleasure at both ends as I felt my balls begin the process of
my sperm making itself ready to make its way up to the surface.

   I caressed his balls as I gently sucked on him and knew that he was
ready too as I let myself go and felt my cock swell that little bit more as
I began to come in his mouth. He was a fraction of a second behind me as I
felt it began to move up his shaft and erupt into my mouth. I kept my lips
clamped tight round the head of his cock as it jerked his coming out and
held it there, moving it round as more came out. Then it was a pause as I
swallowed it before resuming my sucking and squeezing to get the last drops
up and out. Then when the head was clean and no more forth coming, it was
to gently nibble the length of his now slightly softer shaft, kissing and
running my tongue up and down and over the exposed head.

   It seemed that we both gave out sighs at the same time as we slowly
moved apart to change our position to get back into each other's arms to
kiss some more. We lay there for more than hour just kissing and stroking
each other, waiting for us to regain our strength for what I really wanted
more than sucking on an erection.

   'You know where I really want you to put this?' I said as I stroked his
now erect penis.

   'In the same place that I want yours,' he chuckled. 'There's some
condoms on the side,' and he broke away and rolled over onto his stomach.

   'Where's the cream?' I asked, having got up and was rolling the rubber
down over my erection.

   'No cream. I want to feel every inch of it,' he said in a muffled voice
from the pillow.

   'Get ready then,' I said as I got back onto the bed, and he rose up onto
his knees, presenting me with his backside. I shuffled forward a bit
between his legs and nuzzled the tip of the condom to his arse and felt him
take a deep breath and begin to relax. With one hand on his hip and the
other on my shaft I put it up to him and pushed in. He gave a grunt as I
pushed and I felt the resistance of his sphincter muscle but continued and
suddenly the head was inside and I was then able to slide in till our
thighs met.

   'Wow,' came the muffled voice as I now had both hands on his hips and
began to fuck that tight little hole. Why did I ever want the slackness of
a woman when I had this I thought as he squeezed me tight with every thrust
I made into him. This is what it's all about and quickly came as I couldn't
wait to be on the receiving end of his which I knew would be bouncing about
beneath him. I ground my hips up tight to his lower body as I jerked out my
coming into the condom until it was all gone from my body.

   He gave out a little cry as I pulled out and then went to the basin and
pulled off the condom and dropped it in the wastebasket and washed my
hands.

   'That's some cock you've got there,' he gasped as I turned round to see
him still lying face down on the bed, but his face had a smile on it. 'I
only hope you get as much pleasure out of mine as I've just had.'

   'Well let's try shall we,' I said, moving over to the bed as he slowly
got off and I took his place that was still warm from his body.

   'Cream?' he asked.

   'No. No sugar either,' and he laughed as he got on the bed as I came up
onto my knees and made myself ready for him. The technique is always the
same, the hand on hip as the head of the erect penis is placed in position
and then came the thrill and pain of the entry as the opening to my passage
was widened to take in the head of his engorged cock and then to feel it
slide in and give me a hot glow in the pit of my stomach and the thrill of
feeling his thighs touch the back of mine as he nestled himself up against
the cheeks of my bum.

   Then came that lovely rippling feeling that he made of my insides as he
began to shaft me. God how I loved a cock up inside me, melting my insides
like a hot poker in a tub of ice cream. I drooled with pleasure as he
reamed me, moving ever faster and faster as he came to his peak and held me
tight to him as he bucked and jerked as he came. I whimpered too as he
pulled out, feeling it leave me and widen me once again as the head was
removed and then felt the cold air seem to try and rush in to fill the
vacuum that his cock had created within me. This relationship we continued
up until I finished my time at the school before going to college.

   In the meanwhile, the local newspaper reported that Juliet had given
birth to a son but the name was being withheld from the press till after
the birth of her mother's child and that there would be a double
christening. I might as well finish this piece instead of jumping back and
forth. Mrs Westcliffe gave birth to a healthy boy and the father was
delighted and told reporters with a chuckle that there would be problems
later. It's not often, he said, that you get a nephew, my grandson, older
than his uncle. This little bit of news even got a mention in the national
press. Then a month later came the double christening that was well
attended and I even sneaked into the back of the church for this.

   Juliet's baby was done first and I had an inner glow when I heard the
vicar say Christopher as his first name. The shock came with the other
child when that too was named the same. I saw Mr Westcliffe's face when the
name was pronounced and I guess it wasn't one that he had chosen, for his
face went very red and mottled and he looked as though he could murder his
wife who smiled sweetly at him. I couldn't help but chuckle as I think he
now guessed what had happened. That he'd been cuckolded knowing that I was
the father of his daughter's baby and now to have his wife give the same
name to their son implied that I too was the real father of his wife's
child. I got out there quick before his thunderous face spotted mine and I
laughed all the way home. I'd sired two sons to his wife and daughter and
there wasn't a thing he could do about it even if he did know the truth,
though I was glad that I would soon be leaving town for college and
wouldn't have to bump into him somewhere in town.

   Apart from fucking Peter and having him fuck me, I continued my swimming
and with an official committee set up, broke the school one hundred metres
freestyle record by five and a half seconds and then went on to win the cup
at our end of year sports event.

   It was a sad last fling with Peter on our last coupling. After our
having had each other, we both cried as we kissed and said our farewells,
vowing to write to each other which became sporadic as time passed and
finally ceased as we both found new lovers.

   My parents were overjoyed at my passing grades which would stand me in
good stead when I got to college for I was going to the same one that they
had attended before they got married. I was now eighteen and flying the
nest as it were, leaving home for the final phase of my education and
looked forward to it.

   I duly reported to the office on my arrival and was told my room number
and where it was on the campus.

   'Your room mate,' the secretary told me, 'his name is Tom, is already
there. He arrived about half an hour ago. Leave your trunk here and we'll
have a porter bring it up later.' So off I went in search of my room and
wondered what this Tom would be like. It didn't take me long to find the
room or Tom and immediately fell in love. Not with the room but the man
there in it.

   I knocked on the door and went in without waiting for an answer and
there he was before me. He was as tall and muscular as myself seeing his
broad shoulders and thighs like mine and knew straight away that he was a
swimmer too. He was obviously changing for he was only wearing briefs and
his back was towards me at this first sighting. His skin was dark and the
first thought that he was possibly Indian or Mexican, or maybe have Negro
blood, but when he turned I saw that his features were definitely Caucasian
and he had a lovely smile with beautiful white teeth that glowed against
his dark skin. Why he was just as handsome as I was and then my eyes
dropped down to his briefs and saw that he could possibly be bigger than I
was in that department for he filled, well nearly overflowed them. That's
when I fell in love with my Adonis.

   'You must be Chris,' he kept that smile on his face as he spoke. 'My
name is Tom and I'm very pleased to meet you.' The smile I could see was
genuine and my heart leapt up into my mouth as I stammered out my greeting
to him and took his outstretched hand into mine to shake. His grip was firm
and solid and not the bone crusher that macho men like to use to show their
strength. He didn't have to do that to show that he was as strong as I was.

   His eyes, dark brown, had a twinkle in them as we looked and appraised
each other, me having the slight advantage of being fully dressed while he
was almost naked. Naked was what my jelly like legs was telling my mind
that I wanted to see.

   'I've only just arrived myself and was getting changed as you can see,
so I haven't picked out a bed yet. Which one do you want?'

   'I?I?it doesn't matter,' cursing myself for stuttering. 'You were here
first so it's your choice.' I stood there foolishly in the doorway looking
at him, knowing he would be the same age as myself and yet he appeared to
be much older in his manner and bearing. I looked at the room we would be
sharing, seeing one bed off to the right and the other at an angle to my
left. The window was in one corner where there was a large table that was
to serve as a desk.

   'Okay, I'll have this one then,' indicating the one to my right. At the
foot of it was one large wardrobe which was open at the moment. 'This
appears to be the only place for our clothes and as I haven't got much,
there should be plenty of space for yours.'

   'I've not got much either,' I replied, now moving into the room proper
and dropping my small bag I was carrying on the bed that would be
mine. 'There's only a small trunk to be brought up.'

   'Well this is all I've got,' he said indicating a large carryall that
must have weighed a ton when full. I sat down on my bed as my legs were
still trembling at the surge of emotions that were coursing through my body
as I watched the muscles in his back ripple when he lifted the bag up onto
the bed. God I loved this boy man and I haven't even seen what he's got
inside those briefs yet were the words going round in my brain. I sat there
getting a hard on for him as I watched him pull out a T shirt and put it
on. Then came a pair of light denim trousers which he casually pulled on,
tucking his lunch box inside before pulling up the zipper.

   'Pardon?' I said, knowing he had been speaking to me but not having
taken in one word of what he had said or asked.

   'I said what are your favourite sports?' he repeated.

   'Oh, the same as yours, swimming,' I replied.

   'How did you know it was swimming?' he asked sitting down to put on some
loafers.

   'You've got the same build as myself.'

   'What are your times?' he asked. I told him and he gave out a
whistle. 'That's a shade faster than mine,' which puffed me up. 'So we can
have some fun competing then. Do you want to come with me and have a look
over this place. Find the pool and where we can get something to eat?'

   'Sure,' I said. 'I'll get changed later,' and so we went off to explore
what should be our home for the next three years. He was easy to listen to
and I kept getting tongue tied every time he smiled at me. We found the
pool and I agreed that we could have fun there and then the dining hall
where we had dinner together and as it was now getting late, went back to
our room for my first night away from home. I found that the toilets and
washroom, including the showers was only a few doors down the hall from our
room, so I got undressed and with a towel wrapped round my middle went and
had a shower. I was pleased to see that the toilet cubicles had doors on
them, but the rest of the place was open. It was just one big shower area
with plenty of nozzles and taps but no divisions for privacy. I just dried
myself and put my towel on when Tom came in and whipped off his towel and
turned on the taps.

   Again my knees went all funny when I saw his dark cock showing up quite
clearly against the white tiles behind him. He was big, bigger than me and
the sight of it make me quiver inside and I had a burning hunger deep in
the pit of my stomach. Not only that, but saliva started to collect in my
mouth and I almost drooled at the thought of taking it into my mouth and
sucking upon him. I turned away as I had started to get an erection and it
was plain to see and I didn't want him to see how the sight of his body had
affected me.

   I was in bed when he came into the room and I saw it again, hanging
there between his legs and I got another hard on as I saw it swing from
side to side as he got into his bed on the other side of the room.

   'I like you Chris,' he said as he turned out the light. 'I think we are
going to get on well together.'

   'I?I think so too,' I stammered, cursing myself yet again for that
stutter. I jerked myself off later that night, using the handkerchief I'd
placed under my pillow for that very purpose. I went through a lot of
handkerchiefs in that first six months in that bedroom with him.

   Next morning it was agony to watch him fold himself away as he got
dressed and then with my back to him so he couldn't see my erection caused
by the sight of him, got dressed myself. We then went and had breakfast
before signing on for the courses we wanted to take while at the
college. We had found, while speaking over breakfast, that we had picked
out almost identical ones to enrol in and then we compromised by changing
two so that we would then be doing the same ones to help us both with our
studies.

   The first was to sign up for the swimming trials and at the first chance
we got, went to the pool and had a race. He was good and we made it out to
be a dead heat each time. Needless to say we both got picked for the
college swimming team at the trials.

   The lessons were good and easily assimilated but I went through agony
every night when it was time for bed.  I longed and yearned to have the
courage to say what was in my heart but couldn't say it. Neither could I
reach out and touch what I so dearly wanted as I didn't want to lose him or
the sight of him by making my feelings known. So I suffered the torment of
seeing his swinging cock as he either dressed or undressed when we went to
bed, wanting so much to hold and kiss it. I had to keep my back turned when
I got ready for bed so as to hide my bodily feelings from showing. Even in
the showers I had to keep my back to him for I got an erection every time I
saw him naked.

   I really cried in frustration one night when I turned and saw him
getting into bed with him being fully erect and watched it bounce at his
movements as he got into his. I even came into my own hand that night and
swallowed my own sperm, wishing dreamily that it was his that I rolled
around in my mouth before swallowing. I found myself speaking less and less
as the months passed, not wanting to spoil our friendship by blurting out
that I loved him. Loved him enough to become his slave and do every and
anything his heart desired, as long as I could touch, taste stroke and do
all that I wanted to with his magnificent tool that was now my heart's real
desire.

   I went through I don't know how many scenarios as to how we could get
together and let me become his wife, for that is how bad it was for me. I
wanted him to love me as a woman and fuck me like one. I wanted that penis
of his as hard as he could make it and try to get me with child.

   Then it came, just before the half year break, he asked me if I would
like to go on a hitch hiking trip with him. We'd be away from the college
and maybe this would be my chance for us to really get close to one
another. By close I mean very close, like getting attached in more ways
than one. I immediately agreed and so when the half term ended and we went
off together and within a week, we were lovers.





                                             TOM

   Chris wasn't far out in his assessment of my heritage when we first met
in our room at college. I am, or rather have, quite a strange mixture of
blood in my genes as I will begin to tell you. One of my grandfathers was a
Negro who married a Mexican woman who later found out that when her parents
died, she'd been left quite a considerable amount of money. Enough to send
their son, my father, to University where he obtained a doctors degree and
went on to become a member of the U.N. Peace Corps in that position.

   My other grandfather had been an English army officer who went and
married a pure Malaysian woman when he was stationed out there. Their
daughter then married my father and I would like to say that they lived
happily ever after, but this is not a fairy tale. They produced two boys,
Will, my elder brother by four years and then myself. As they moved around
the world quite a bit, it was decided that they buy a house somewhere as a
home base and for us to have the chance of having a decent education. So we
settled down in a small town, or rather on the outskirts of one, being a
good mile away so that we were really out in the country.

   I think it was the shock of getting the news that my father had been
killed in a mortar attack while attending wounded that my mother gave up
all hope of living, for she just seemed to waste away and died a year
later. Losing both parents in such a short time was a devastating blow to
my brother and myself and he fought off the authorities who tried to take
us into care. We had the house and enough insurance money to live on and he
would see to my education he told them. Whatever problems there were, he
sorted them out and so just the two of us lived in the house we now
owned. My brother Will was sixteen at this time and he saw that I went to
school regular while he opted out to find work and save the money for my
schooling.

   I did joke later with Chris by saying that I was black from one
grandfather and white from the other and khaki from the distaff side, also
that I inherited the cock from my grandfather, the balls from my father and
the spunk from my mother.

   I think my brother was more of a tartar that any parent in seeing that I
went off to school every day, which was just past the middle of town which
meant I had to walk roughly three miles each way every day. I say walk,
when I should really say run, for he would make sure that my school bag was
securely fixed to my shoulders and then, with the beat up old pick-up truck
he bought, would make me run behind for the whole three miles.

   It was agony at first on my puny legs but as they got stronger, so did
I. My chest began to expand with the amount of heavy breathing I had to do
for I knew I would get a sound cuffing round the ear if I didn't keep up
with the truck. He taught me how to swim in the river that wasn't far from
the house, though teach is the wrong word. He just threw me in and shouted
that it was sink or swim.. The proper teaching came at the school swimming
pool. My brother wasn't stupid by any means even though he did drop out
when he'd reached sixteen. We had mountains of books in the house from
mother and father's collections that they had acquired over the years, and
without television, we would both read and help our education along by
means of these books.

   We were a wild pair, but not in the way of living like pigs in shit, but
in a sense of freedom. He made me help in keeping the house clean in not
only laundry but in ourselves. He was a strict disciplinarian when it came
to study and learning but also was wise in the ways that as he was still a
boy really, let me loose to be a boy and roam and hunt in the woods that
surrounded us. Fish and swim in the river and do everything that a growing
boy needs to know about life and how to enjoy what was around us.

   But idyllic as it was, danger always lurked around the corner and that
it was waiting there for me one day. It came in the shape of three bully
boys that I had known at school. They had since left but were still to be
seen hanging around town waiting to see what mischief they could cause and
they picked on me.

   I was fourteen at the time and though I ran behind Will's truck to
school every morning, I walked home in the afternoon. On this particular
day, I'd had a really good session at swimming and I was feeling rather
tired as I trudged home. I'd just left the outskirts of town and still had
another mile to go when they appeared in front me.

   'Where you be going nigger?' the biggest one sneered at me.

   'To his li'l ol' shack in de cotton fiel's,' another one smirked.

   That was enough to tell me I was in trouble and shot out from under
their outstretched hands and raced down the road towards home. Tired as I
was, I got halfway there before they caught me. I fought as best I could,
getting a black eye for my pains as well as many other bruises before they
overpowered me and dragged me into the woods. There I was savagely beaten
and stripped naked and didn't have the strength left in me to put up much
resistance as I was tied spread-eagled over a fallen tree trunk.

   I thought they were going to leave me like that, but my hopes were
dashed when I saw the biggest one of the three undo his flies and pull out
his erection. Then I knew I was in for more trouble than just a beating.

   'Look at this nice black bum waiting for a white cock to be shoved up
inside,' he sniggered, and then I saw that the other two had also undone
their flies and had their cocks out and waved them at me. Then the cheeks
of my backside were roughly pulled apart and he forced himself into me. The
first time was most painful as he ploughed right in till his thighs came up
to my bum and I could feel his throbbing cock pulsate inside me. I had
cried out at this brutal entry into me but he only laughed and savagely
butt fucked me. I cried out as he pulled out and I heard him say through my
pain.

   'The little nigger liked it! Did you hear him cry out because he hasn't
got it inside him anymore.' I watched him wipe his deflating prick on my
shirt as I felt another pair of hands grasp my hips and another cock was
shoved into me. I stupidly should have relaxed and it wouldn't have hurt so
much, but I know better now. He reamed me as the first did, ignoring my
cries of pain as I fought against him, rubbing my own cock raw against the
rough bark of the tree I was tied to. Then he withdrew after coming inside
me but there was no respite as the third one quickly followed and so I went
through it again.

   They laughed when they'd finished with me and went off to leave me to
cry as I felt their semen began to slowly ooze out of my arse and trickle
down my leg. I don't really know how long I lay there tied to that tree for
it was well into the night before my brother found me. He knew exactly what
had been done to me and told me that we would get even as he cut me free
and then carried me that last half mile to our home.

   He even managed to carry me upstairs before laying me down on my bed,
telling me not to move, while he went and got a bowl of hot water and
cloth. He carefully and most gently for his calloused hands, to wash my
backside and put some cream on me before attending to my scratched penis,
noting with a joke that I had actually come myself as I had dried sperm
around the head of it.

   He then got into bed with me and held me in his arms as I told him who
had done this to me, and he never said a word, but just listened. It was
two days before he let me go back to school and this time he let me ride in
the truck instead of running behind it. He was also there when it was time
to go home, him taking time off from work to do this. He had told me not to
say a word of what had happened to me in the woods because he was going to
deal with it in his own way when the time came.

   This came about just over a week later when the biggest of the three,
the first one to rape me was found dead in the woods. He was only
identifiable by his clothes and an old scar on his leg for his face had
been battered beyond recognition. Not to mention the fact that he had also
been sexually abused and his anus had been severely torn in the attack.

   I knew instantly who had done this and my brother quite candidly
admitted it to me when I asked him. My rape hadn't been reported, so there
was no connection with us unless one of the others were to speak up, and
that seemed unlikely. I was with my brother in the truck when he caught the
second one. One punch was sufficient to quieten him as my brother heaved
him into the back of the truck and drove him to the very same spot where I
had been raped.

   Will then tied him to the same tree trunk in the same fashion after
ripping his trousers off so that his arse was as bare as mine had been.

   'Now you can have this white boy's ass the same way,' he said to me, but
I hung back, a bit unsure and somewhat in awe of my brother now knowing
that he was capable of murder. 'Don't be a pussy,' he called out, 'be a man
and let him see that you are.' With that he pulled out his dong which then
was much bigger than mine at the time. He walked round to the boy's face on
the other side that showed all kinds of terror in his eyes, sweat pouring
from his forehead.

   'This is a black niggers prick that you can see before you white boy,'
and he stroked his penis around the terrified boys face, it getting larger
by the minute as he stroked the face with it. 'See how big it's
getting. All the more to fuck you with whitey,' he gloated, and when it was
fully erect, slapped it round that face a couple of times before going
round the tree again to look at the poor boy's quivering shanks.

   'You liked fucking ass boy, well so do I. Now you are going to know what
it feels like,' and ignoring the boys pleas and screams, stuck his erection
straight up inside his arse. 'How's it feel now white boy having a niggers
cock stuck up your own white ass?'

   The boy was crying as I had done and I had no sympathy for him at all
and got rather excited as I watched my brother ream the bastard and got a
hard on myself as I watched his shaft appear and disappear between those
two white cheeks. When he pulled out and told me to have my turn, I didn't
hesitate now. I whipped out my now erect cock and shoved it inside that
white boys ass.

   What a kick it gave me to be reaming the arse of a boy who only two
weeks ago had been doing the same to me. God did I enjoy the first time of
ever fucking anybody, male or female. I heaved and rammed myself up against
those pale cheeks, feeling and liking the tightness of his hole, grinding
myself up hard against him as I pumped out my coming into him. I also used
his shirt to wipe myself as he had done to mine after I pulled out,
listening to the same cries that I had made.

   Then came the horror part of what we had been doing, for my brother
pulled out his knife and without hesitation, cut the poor sod's bollocks
off. I hastily gathered his clothes together and put them up between his
legs to try and staunch the flow of blood that was coming from him while my
brother cut him free.

   'You drive,' he said to me as he carried the boy to the truck and sat
with him in the back and I heard him say before I got into the driving seat
that if the boy breathed one word of this, he would wind up dead like his
pal. I got into the driving seat shaking like a leaf, not because of what I
had just witnessed what my brother had done, but that I'd never driven the
truck out on the road before.

   It sounds stupid I know, but I was more terrified of this driving out on
the highway than watching someone's testicles being cut away from the
body. I drove as fast as I dare to the hospital and as I passed the
entrance, Will tossed the boy out to sprawl there at the bottom of the
steps as I pressed my foot down on the gas to get away as fast as I could.

   His life was saved and according to the report in the local paper of the
attack, he said that he couldn't identify his attacker. My brother caught
the third one in town while I was at home. He'd grabbed him by the collar
and bundled him into the truck and was off before anyone spotted
anything. The boy knew that the big guy had been killed and that his other
friend had been emasculated and so he shat in his pants on the drive to our
house. Will punched and swore at him for creating such a stink in the truck
and threw him out as soon as he arrived in our yard.

    'You worthless piece of shit,' he screamed at him and made him strip
off and wash himself and the inside of the truck where he had sat before
saying or doing anything else. The naked boy couldn't move about fast
enough to clean the truck and try and ingrate himself with my brother who
told him what he had done to the other two and why. So it was a question of
him doing exactly as he was told or wind up dead or without his balls and
cock.

   He was in a blue funk as he stood there shivering after he had washed
out the inside of the truck, the shivering I think was more of fear than
the cold night air that wafted over his body. What surprised me was when
Will told me to strip my clothes off, and being my brother and now knowing
what he was capable of, didn't hesitate to take them off till I was naked
as the other, older boy before me.

   'Now you, you piece of white trash,' he said going up to him and
grasping him tightly at the back of the neck, 'you are going down on your
knees and beg forgiveness for what you did to my brother. Then,' as his
fist clenched and forced him down onto his knees before me, 'you are going
to take his black dick in your mouth and suck it. You will suck it till it
is hard.' then gave him a punch to the back of his neck so that he fell
forward in the position of a supplicant before a royal person, his head
touching the ground in front of me.

   'I'm sorry,' he cried out into the dirt. 'I'm sorry for what we did to
you but don't let him do to me what?what he did to the others, I beg you,'
he pleaded, his tear stained face now coming up to look at me.

   'Now suck his cock you worthless piece of shit,' Will said, giving him a
kick on his bare arse. The terrified boy shuffled forward on his knees and
with a shaking hand took hold of my penis and placed it in his mouth, his
eyes looking up into mine with a plea for mercy.

   I wasn't having any of that, still feeling what had been done to me. I
put my hands on my hips and commanded him to suck or suffer. He sucked. He
knew that his balls or his life depended on raising me up to a full
erection, so he sucked and used his hand to stiffen me up. It was the first
time that a mouth had been on my cock and I liked it. Not so much the
frantic hands jerking me off, but the heat and tongue as he strove to make
me erect. I was startled by the flash of a Polaroid camera that my brother
had produced though this didn't seem to have any effect on the boy on his
knees before me, sucking away knowing that his life was in the balance
here. But he did his job and I now had a steaming hard on that was needing
some form of release.

   'Stay on your knees and turn round,' Will commanded of him to which he
instantly obeyed. 'Well go on brother. It's there. Do it to him.' With the
boy on the floor ready, I had to obey and dropped to my knees behind the
pale cheeks and at once rammed myself up into his arse. He screamed as I
held him tight from moving away as I forced myself up and fully into
him. Boy was he nice and tight, hot too. I really enjoyed that fuck,
pulling him back each time as I pushed forward, slapping his bum against my
thighs as I reamed him. All the while I was fucking him, Will was moving
round taking pictures of the white boy being fucked by a black one until
with a final hug of his rear end, I came inside one of the bastards who had
raped me such a short time before. Vengeance is sweet as they say and so is
a nice tight ass. When I pulled out of him, Will said that I was to stick
it straight into his mouth again which I did.

   'Now he's got a taste of his own shit, and if you breathe a word of
this,' he said, kneeling down by the still terrified boy's face with my
cock in his mouth. 'All these pictures will be found floating around town.'

   With that, brother bundled him into the truck and drove him back to
town, throwing him out naked and then scattered his clothes all over the
road on the way back home. So that was the start of my sexual education
from my brother, though rape, murder, emasculation and humiliation is not
really the proper way to start, but that was my beginning.

   I had no need to go looking for sex as it was always brought to me in
one form or another. Will could always find someone who wanted sex be it
male or female, though he did tend to bring back more males than females I
must admit, and I found that I liked both. I liked the girls for their
softness but the males for their tightness, both sets of mouths being the
same when clamped around the head of your cock.

   I then found out that Will was not averse to having a man's cock up
inside him when he brought some other man home. They would let me be in the
room as they had sex together and I even joined in after they had both used
their tools and I was then allowed to fuck the other man, but refused to
let them fuck me when they became rampant again. It took Will himself and a
lot of time for me to be able to do this.

   Since my rape, we became even closer than we had ever been before, even
by sleeping in the same bed together. Laundry wise it made sense, but I
still had the odd nightmare and he was there beside me to hold and comfort
me. This comfort soon became very personal when we would be lying there
together and I could feel his erection hard up against my thigh when we had
a night without someone else to take the edge off his, and later my, sexual
hunger.

   We would both be lying there in the dark and after the telling of a
dirty story we would jerk off to make a mess of the bed.

   'Look,' said Will one night, 'let me jerk you off and then you can do
the same for me,' and so we first began by jerking each other off and not
making such a mess on both sides of the sheets as it seemed to come out in
the middle. Then came the next stage of our coming together was when as he
was jerking me off one night, he went down under the sheet and took me in
his mouth just as I was about to come. I nearly began to fight him off, but
there was something about the way he used his tongue to tease the eye of my
cock that stayed me and so I let him carry on and take the full outpouring
of my balls.

   'Now that's taken care of my washing the sheets in future,' he said with
a grin, his teeth shining white in the gloom. 'So any more soiling of
sheets will be your fault.' I couldn't do anything else but follow his
example and go down and take him into my mouth as I jerked him off and take
what he spewed out and swallowed. In time I came to enjoy that throbbing
cock of his in my mouth for me to manipulate by pressing against the canal
that brought it up to the top and control when he actually came, much to
his annoyance sometimes. I realised his argument when he did the same to me
and it felt as though either my cock would burst or I'd blow my own balls
off by not letting the seed come out of the top like a troublesome volcano.

   He then encouraged me to fuck him many times before it got round to the
fact that he wasn't being given a chance to reciprocate. It was a wooing as
he lay close up to my back, his hard cock digging into me as he gently
stroked my erection, telling me to relax and I would then find it easier
and much better that I had originally known it. In fact he got me drunk to
prove the point that being relaxed made all the difference, and he was
right. I was relaxed the night I accepted him and let him fuck me, and he
was right, I did enjoy it having been relaxed by the alcohol, but had to
learn how to relax without that stimulant.

   So later, when he brought another man home, I would be fucked as well as
getting to do some fucking myself. It had to be a different approach as far
as the girls went, for in the process, or I should say, after he had had
his way with them and not ready for another session, would remark that me,
his brother was still a cherry as far as it went with a female.

   Now this story went down well with older women at having the chance to
bed a virgin male and maybe teach him a few tricks, so I finally got my
chance to have a woman.

   I won't say she was a slut, but she had been round the block a few
times. Her old man worked night shift at the mill and so put herself around
for a bit on the side. She was in her early thirties and still had a good
body though I didn't like the amount of lacquer she used on her hair, but
then I wasn't going to stick my thing that far up.

   'Here's Tom,' Will said one evening as he pulled and thrust me into the
bedroom. 'Now treat him carefully baby, it's his first time you know.'

   'Hello Tom,' she crooned softly as the door shut behind me. 'Come and
see what's waiting for you,' she said as she threw the sheet off that was
covering her. Her naked body shimmered in the dim light and I suppose it
looked as good as it was going to get. Her tits were large and had big
brown aureoles with pink nipples in the middle. Her waist wasn't big,
neither were her thighs which she began to part for me to see what was
between them. I'd seen pictures but this now was the real thing and I
already had an erection knowing that I was about to have a woman for the
first time. I couldn't get my clothes off quick enough to jump into bed
beside her.

   'Slow down Tom, slow down as the old bull said to the younger bull in
the field. Why, the young bull said, let's gallop down there and fuck a few
of those cows. That's exactly why I'm telling you to slow down. You don't
go and gallop down to fuck a few of them. No, you stroll down and fuck the
lot of them.' She went off into a cackle of laughter as she pulled me to
her big breasts and kissed me. 'So slow down Tom and let's make your first
time one to remember.' She was quite right and so I slowed down and had a
great time in the bed with her. The fact that Will came in when I'd
finished and went and batted again on that sticky wicket made no difference
to me. I soon got another hard on watching those two next to me so as soon
as he rolled off, I was back in the saddle again.

   She loved it and came to our place quite often to take us both on and
even liked to suck on one cock while the other was up inside her.

   That's how it went on while I was still at school, learning what they
had to teach and then getting some more from my brother from our many books
that they weren't telling us of in the school curriculum. Then at night we
would have our sexual lessons. If it wasn't a man or a woman in our bed, we
would do it together for me to learn the finer points of love making that
could be applied to either sex. I never did find out where he learnt it all
from, not that it makes much difference.

   Mother would have been appalled at my being raped and called a nigger,
but she would have been proud at the results I kept getting of my progress
at school. As I grew older, my body began to fill out, especially with my
swimming which was improving month by month. Also as I grew, my body,
especially when I was swimming, began to attract the notice of the girls
and started to get offers to go out on dates, but the darkness of my skin
seemed to put off the parents as soon as they saw me. But I didn't need
these little girls, as the women who I did have that my brother brought
home, began to want to come back for more from both of us. Some of the men
did too and so I had a constant supply of arse or fanny to fuck and
accepting some of the men to fuck me into the bargain.

   I came top in most of my classes to which my brother crowed over and was
especially pleased when I won the swimming trophy and had my name engraved
upon it for posterity. My grades were high enough for me to go to any
college and we had the funds that my brother had hoarded for just this
purpose.

   The day came too quickly for Will and he actually cried on our last
night together as we kissed and then fucked each other for we knew it would
be many months before we could do it again, though I consoled him by saying
that he was likely to get more than I would at college.

   So the next day I got the bus from town on my way to college. I stayed
in a lonely motel overnight almost crying for the loss of a person not
sleeping beside me and hoped that I would find someone when I got to
college. I got another bus the next morning and arrived at the college in
the early afternoon. I checked in and found out what my room number was and
where it was to be found and made my way to it. It was empty and feeling a
bit scruffy from the long trip decided to put on some clean clothes before
my roommate showed up. He came in as I was just down to my briefs and I
liked the look of him the first instance I saw him. Tall as me and looked
like he could handle himself. Blond and with blue eyes in a very handsome
face but looked a bit out of place as he stood in the doorway as though he
felt he didn't have the right to be there. We introduced ourselves and
shook hands and decided who would sleep where before going off to look the
college over. I was glad to learn that he was into swimming too and really
took to him, shy though he appeared, stammering slightly. It wasn't until
we got ready for bed after a shower that I saw he was really a swimmer,
having the same shoulders and thighs like me, but what drew my eye and gave
me cause for concern, were the cheeks of his bum. Firm and muscular and of
such a perfect shape that I wanted to go and kiss them. Or more to the
point, I would liked to have put my cock in between them and fuck him.

   But he seemed shy and reticent in nearly all things. Academically, he
was very intelligent, but there was still a doubt I had about him. He
didn't talk of girls like most boys, or talk of men either. I didn't really
know how to approach him, to let him know that I was very interested in him
as a person, and if the truth be known, get into his bed and have a good
fuck.

   I began to get frustrated in not being able to get his attention by
letting him see me totally naked from the front, even letting him see me
with a full erection which I thought would have got his attention or at
least cause some comment. But all I ever saw was his back when he showered
or got dressed or undressed as the case may be. I know he was nearly as
well endowed as me from seeing him in a swimming costume when we swam
together in the pool, but I got nowhere. I would get into my bed after
seeing those pale cheeks framed by the suntan on his back and upper thighs
that made me jerk myself off nearly every night. I wanted to take him in my
arms and kiss him as he seemed that vulnerable in spite of his size. I
wanted to hold him in my arms and say that I would love him if only he
would have me. I was longing for him to get into my bed so that I could
kiss his lips, touch and run my hands over those pale cheeks that held what
I desired. I wanted him to kiss and suck on me and willingly roll over for
me to put my erection up inside him and tell and show him that I really
desired and wanted him.

   I raged at the fact that he was good looking and that I had a job of
keeping my hands off him as I didn't want to lose him, didn't want him to
go and ask for a change of roommate. I suffered that torture of seeing him
undress and get into bed without so much as a kiss or a cuddle or a
fondling of erections that I'm sure he must have got at some time or
another.

   Then I hit upon an idea of where I might get us closer together and have
my dream come true of having him, taking him to bed and making love to him;
I would ask him to come hitch hiking with me during our half term
break. Then I almost crowed with delight when he accepted and that, as the
saying goes, was that. We went off on our trip and I got my wish and we
eventually got together to kiss, fondle and fuck each other.





                                           CHRIS

   As our story has been told from this point in Hitch Hikers, I will only
gloss over the salient parts. We were picked up by Trevor and Thelma, a
married couple I was led to believe that he was a homosexual and she was a
lesbian, but both swung the other way as the mood took them.

   They insisted that we visited Pancho's villa, an oasis well off the
highway, hidden out in the desert. It gave the appearance of being a large
hacienda and we found that it had a nice big swimming pool with quite a few
guests in and around the pool. The women were for the most part naked and
didn't seem in the least embarrassed when we arrived. In fact Thelma
stripped straight off and jumped in the pool to then kiss another naked
girl.

   We were introduced to the owner, Sebastian, who went by the name of
Pancho and were invited to have some cold beers as introductions were made
at others at the table alongside the pool as well as others in and around
it. After some beers we were invited to use the pool where Tom made a
mistake. Well I say a mistake but it provoked what happened later. The
costume he selected turned almost transparent when wet as we found out when
he climbed out of the pool after our swim. He was soon back in the pool
where he was ragged by the girls and divested of it so he eventually had to
climb out stark naked much to cheers and clapping of all that were there to
see him proudly walk back to the table with his cock and balls swinging
about.

   A snack lunch was provided with more beers and when it appeared to being
getting late. I asked if we could have a lift back to the highway for us to
continue our journey. Pancho wouldn't hear of it and made us stay for
dinner and have a room for the night. It was when being shown to our room
to change for dinner that I noticed some wonderful drawings adorning the
walls of the corridor and found that Pancho himself was the artist and had
drawn them. Most were erotic and very sensuous but better than any I had
ever seen, even those drawn by Mr Robbins, the art teacher.

   Dinner was sumptuous and plenty of it as well as wine. What with the sun
on me nearly all day, then the cold beers and now the wine, I was well on
the way to being drunk. After the meal we went into the lounge where they
began to show a live film of two of the others having sex.

   Pancho had sat next to me and when the screen lit up to show these two
having sex, Pancho asked it turned me on. Now I wasn't sure whether he
meant his hand moving on my thigh or what was being shown on the large
screen. He said it didn't to him and would like to do some sketches of me
if I didn't mind going with him to his studio.

   Well I went and had him make me get undressed and pose for him to do
some drawings, which he did but finished up by kissing and then fucking
me. I gladly accepted this as it had been over six months since I'd been
reamed and I thoroughly enjoyed it, even when the two who had been on the
screen came in right in the middle of him stuck up inside me to join in. So
I had Pancho with his cock up in me as she went below and sucked on my
erection and the other man offered me his cock to suck. I don't remember
much of what happened during this orgy except that I woke up in the morning
in a different bedroom with the girl's mouth clamped firmly on the end of
my cock. Not only was that feeling sore, but my arse and head too. Then
being fully awake, we had sex in the proper position and had her legs
wrapped me and she wouldn't let go after we had both orgasmed. It was only
by carrying this girl out through the open French windows still impaled on
my erection did I manage to get her off by my taking us into the swimming
pool.

   With a clearer head after a swim did I remember what I had said to
Pancho the night before. I had bared my soul and told him that I loved Tom
and wanted us to get together and he was my only chance by doing some
drawings of us in the right poses.

   So this is what happened that morning, Pancho told Tom that he wanted to
do some drawings of us together in rather intimate positions and told him
that I had already agreed to them. Tom agreed to this, but only if I was
sure that I wanted to do them to which I said, somewhat bashfully, that if
Pancho wanted to draw works of art, I would agree.

   Then, for the first time I was able to pose there and have Tom's cock
resting in the palm of my hand for the first sketch. Oh God, my dream was
coming true as Pancho asked if the cock could be erect to show its size
compared to my hand and I then was able to use my hand and feel the
strength and power of it as it began to surge up to its full length and
thickness under my fingers.

   I was already drooling, knowing what the next pose would be and I
couldn't wait, looking down at this massive part of the man that I had come
to love without as much of a sign that it could, or would be
reciprocated. I couldn't help but look up and smile at Tom as I held his
throbbing cock in my hand and I'm sure I saw a glint of pleasure in his
eyes. Especially when Pancho then asked for it to be placed in my mouth. I
nearly creamed myself there and then as I knelt down on the stool provided
and, heaven of heavens, opened my mouth and took the head of that black
cock inside. I couldn't help myself from sucking and tonguing it as we held
the pose for Pancho. We did a couple of more poses like this, having Tom's
cock up against my cheek while I looked up to him and I'm sure he saw the
love in my eyes but I still wasn't certain if this was working.

   Pancho then said he'd got the basics for those drawings but would like
to do one or two more to finish off the montage. He explained that it would
be for me to agree to have Tom's erection pushed up inside me. This was the
crunch as far as I was concerned, having let Pancho fuck me the night
before must have been right, because he was playing it just right for me to
have Tom in the right place and then for me to take it on from there.

   'With two healthy studs like you, it might be difficult, but let's have
a break and you two can talk it over, but it would be the best for the set
if you would both agree.' He mixed us both a drink and told us to relax on
his bed while he finished off what he had started while we talked.

   We took sips from our drinks and lay down on the bed together, and I
think it was the fact that Tom had put his arm round under my neck so that
my head nestled into his shoulder that made the dam burst.

   'Are you sure you want this Chris?' he asked of me as we lay there
together and I could see that object of my desire lying up on his stomach
that made me break down and tell him how much I wanted it and him. Of the
past six months of wanting him to kiss and hold me and make love to
me. Seeing him every night get into his bed when I wanted him in mine, or
for him to invite me into his. I cried as I poured out all my frustrations
and dreams and he held me close to him as I spoke and I could even see his
cock get harder as I spoke.

   Then he told me of how he had wanted me, to kiss, hold and use what he'd
got to make me happy and we finished up crying together as he said that I
was the one person in the world that he would be most happy to live and
make love to.

   There's more detail of this in the other story, but suffice it to say,
we went and did our final posing and I had the satisfaction of having Tom's
erection pushed up and inside to make me the most happiest of bunnies in
the world. Tom loved me! So as soon as the session finished, we went to our
room and I was able to suck on that glorious tool of his and have him use
it where I most wanted it, up inside me. It was a lovely fucking night we
had together. It took many days for me to tell him how much I loved him and
that he could do whatever he wanted with me and I would still love
him. Though I insisted that I would be the wife in our relationship, he
would still turn round for me to act the man when I wanted it.

   That's how we became lovers and I still have not regretted one moment of
it even now, many years later.

   But back to Pancho's villa where we then found out that they were makers
of pornographic films and we were told that we were just the two men they
had been looking for. When the financial aspect of it was explained to us,
it didn't take us long to agree to stay in this idyllic setting. We spoke
of their offer after having a bloody good session between us now that we
were united and realised that if we did agree, we would have to have
blatant sex with females and maybe other men, but we said that if that was
just for a film, our love would see us through.

   The money side came into it of course apart from getting to fuck all the
girls we had seen so far at the villa. It would be far away and above what
we would be able to earn even with getting a doctorate from the college if
we stayed there for the whole three years. So it was to hell with college
and we said yes to much clapping and cheering and all the girls clamouring
for parts in our first film to be fucked by either Tom or myself. It didn't
matter to me that the preference was more on Tom's side, because I now knew
that it didn't matter how many of them he fucked, he would still come back
to me. So with Heloise, Debbie, Claire and Thelma, not forgetting Trevor,
in the odd one, or Richard, who did most of the filming, it was us, Tom and
Chris who became the stars of these productions.





                                             TOM

   As Chris has just told you, he solved the problem of us getting
together, which I must say was a tour de force in having Pancho suggest the
poses in this way of achieving what we both had desired.

   I saw the hand of Chris in this instantly and agreed to all the
suggestions made, for I knew this would lead to me having what I had been
coveting for the past six months, the pale white cheeks of Chris's backside
in my hands for me to fuck. What threw me was the abject declaration of
love that Chris made before I was to pose having my cock stuck up his arse.

   I had loved the look on his face when he held me in his hand and then
brought me up to a full erection. Then I began to see a glimmer of what was
running through his mind when he gladly accepted to have me in his mouth.

   It was his declaration of love, the total breakdown of his defences that
touched my heart and I knew that I didn't think I would ever find another
person, male or female who would open themselves so much in their
protestation of love as we lay there on Pancho's bed.

   Where before I wanted Chris from pure lust, I now came to want him as my
partner, to have and to hold, to love and cherish as he wanted it. I didn't
want him as a slave as he put it, but his tears proved to me that he loved
me before we'd even been together physically and that is what swayed me to
accept his love and promised to love him too.

   Then we posed for the final sketch of the montage and I simply loved
putting my erection into Chris for this, knowing that I would now be able
to do it for the rest of the time we would be together, properly. He still
cheated in this pose by constantly backing onto me so that he was
technically getting fucked while I didn't move for the drawings by Pancho.

   The finished drawings were a masterpiece and everybody who saw them said
so, and that night, Chris and I consummated our union properly, both of us
somehow trying to make up for the wasted six months of
misunderstanding. Now I made it quite clear, that in accepting the
invitation to join their film making unit, I would have to go with the
other women and maybe the men, but, I would still be there for him when he
needed me. So he was not to object if some nights I was not with him, but
with one of the others and the same would apply to me. There were enough
people there at the villa for us never to be alone any night of the week.

   We then went on to discuss the implications of us not returning to
college and came to the conclusion that the money we could earn making
these films would far outweigh what we could earn, even with a degree, some
years into the future. Also, we could get our end away as often as we
liked, not to mention the superb food and drinks that were always
available.

   All this we spoke about as we lay in bed together, Chris nestling in the
crook of my arm, his eyes shining up at me with what I can only say was
love and adoration. The last I didn't need, but was not averse to what his
hand was doing down below. He was stroking and gently scratching my tool
till it was up enough to even rise above laying on my stomach. I didn't
have to say what I wanted him to do for he seemed to know exactly what I
wanted, and after a kiss on the lips, he kissed his way down and took me
into his mouth. Now here he was an expert in using his teeth and tongue in
giving a blow job and such was the pleasure that I was getting from him,
had to turn round so I could give the same as I was getting.

   Then with a smile, he came up and nestled into the crook of my arm and
again professed his love for me as he stroked my chest and though I hated
this adoration from him, my heart glowed with the fact that someone other
than my brother loved me. Chris was growing on me and when, after a while
that his tickling and teasing of my cock made it rear up again, he didn't
hesitate to roll over for me to service him again.

   Though he was as muscular and strong as me in body, I still liked the
feel of his soft skin under my hands, to see that broad back beneath me,
his trim waist above the hips I held in my hands as I knelt behind him. He
was also the tightest fuck I'd known, milking me with his inside muscle as
I slowly moved my erection in and out of him. He loved me doing it to him
as I loved giving it, having him gasp at my first entry and then crooning
as I ploughed and reamed his inside till I came.

   Then he was quick to get the condom off so that he could take me back
into his mouth again to squeeze and suck out the few remaining drops of
fluid that always seemed to linger there. God, I came to love that boy in
the time we spent there in the desert oasis of Pancho's.

   In three years we made a lot of films that made a substantial amount of
money for all of us. Only two people didn't take an active part in the
filming and that was Santos and his wife Maria. They saw to all our needs
whether we were filming or not, but took a percentage of the films as we
all did. Pancho was involved in the story and locations for the films but
never appeared or took part in any of them, and as it being his place we
lived at, he took his percentage as well. These percentages were sorted out
after expenses of course as we had free food and drink and were not charged
for accommodation. Richard was the director and cameraman, but did
sometimes, get to do a bit, or should I say, have a bit of one of the girls
in the odd film. Trevor was the retailer and saw to the distribution of our
films and always begged for a part where he could get laid by either myself
or Chris. Thelma, Debbie and Heloise took whatever part they were given as
did Chris and I, and we had lots of fun in making these films.

   Our money was paid into a bank account in our names and giving a
detailed report of exactly what each film earned and at the end of our
third year there, Chris and I had just a shade under one and half million
dollars each, such were the sales of pornographic films in those days. We
even got a bit from the English films that had been made for our
organisation to put into the distribution network in the States. The owner
and star came over especially to see us to arrange this, one Angela Downs,
and what a stunner she was. She only stayed for the one night, but it was a
night to remember as she and I got together and I was pleased that it was
filmed in our prop bedroom for me to watch again at a later date. It was
two days but only one night that she stayed and I would so dearly have
loved to make a film with her she was that good and so professional.

   Now the rule of the place was that if you left, any money due from films
already made and out on the market, you gave up any entitlement to any
monies that came in later. Well it was only fair, for when we agreed to
stay and take part in making these films, we suddenly became richer by a
couple of thousand dollars before we even did anything, of sales that had
been made prior to us joining them.

   Things began to come to a head after we'd made our last film, one which
I was most pleased with and knew that it was a money winner. It concerned
two hitch hikers, and was in fact a story of how we came to be there in the
first place and our subsequent getting to come to love each other. Lots of
sex all round for males and females and yet, we were becoming jaded in the
fact we'd not been away from the villa in all that time. I'm discounting
the odd foray out on location for some of the films because we were back
every night for our dinner and film show before pairing off with someone
for a night of sex and or buggery.

   The film was in the can and off to be marketed about the States and the
rest of the world, so we knew that there would be a lot of money coming in
from that one alone, apart from some that was still coming in. Chris and I
were in bed together when I raised the subject up of us having a holiday
away from the villa.

   'I'd love it,' Chris said dreamily, 'having you all to myself for
awhile,' stroking my limp cock, trying to raise it up again for another
fuck. His too was limp after using it on me as he did now and then when I
was in the mood.

   'Well let's see if Pancho will let us without us losing any money from
the best film yet that we've made together,' I said as I stroked his golden
skin. The paleness that he used to have when we first came there had gone
and now he looked like the skin of a properly cooked chicken, light brown
and appeared good enough to eat. I myself had gone even darker in colour
and I thought back to how Pancho had described us when we had first arrived
at the villa. Ebony and ivory he had called us and the pictures he drew
showed this as well as our first films together. His skin still felt softer
than mine above the muscles that we kept up through our daily swimming, and
I liked stroking him as he liked kissing me.

   So next morning after breakfast, I broached the subject with Pancho and
Richard about us having a little time off.

   'What the hell do mean by time off?' Richard started. 'You have two,
three sometimes four weeks off between films.'

   'Yes, but we are still here, that's the point. We are still in the
villa, and I'm sorry Pancho, we love the place, but give us a break
please. Three years is a long time and we still haven't really had a break
in all that time, you can see that can't you?'

   'I think he's right Richard,' said Pancho. 'We all get a little stale
after a time. How long a break were you thinking of?' he asked, turning
back to me.

   'About six months,' I replied.

   'Six months!' Richard cried out. 'Impossible.'

   'I'm not trying to blackmail you Richard, but where would you be without
Chris and me. You and Trevor taking our places?'

   'Aw come on Tom. Don't come that line. I can get half a dozen guys to
take your places tomorrow.'

   'Fine! Just do that then and Chris and I will leave first thing in the
morning.' I snapped at him. 'Pancho, we're not saying we want to leave, we
don't. It's just a break we are asking for. Can't you see that?'

   'I can,' he said, leaning back in his chair. 'But what do we do in the
meantime? While you're away? Twiddle our thumbs?'

   'Look. I know you've got at least six script scenarios that we've yet to
do. Why don't you get them scripted properly for Chris and I to work our
bollocks off for the next three months doing our scenes and then you do the
other bits later and put them all together when they are finished. How's
that sound?' Chris and I had already discussed this in bed the night before
and it seemed the only solution to getting time off and still not losing
out on what monies were still to come in from our previous films.

   'Good point,' Pancho said, 'Richard?'

   'I suppose we could do that. Can you keep it up for three solid months?'
he asked of us.

   'If there's a wet fanny or tight ass in front of me, I could keep it up
longer,' I grinned back at him, knowing we were going to get our holiday,
and we did.

   The girls didn't mind, well they got to get fucked every other night by
one of us and that's not counting the lesbian sessions they used to have
between film making. The villa was a veritable sex pit every night of the
week, so they didn't mind us cramming in some filming, but voiced their
dejection at us being away from them for that length of time.

   So over the next three months, Chris and I fucked ourselves to a
standstill in doing our scenes for at least six films, both of us having to
do without each other at night because we were so tired and drained of
anything to raise it up when we went to bed.

   'Well we can work round what we've got,' said a disgruntled Richard on
our last day of shooting. 'Six months mind you! No longer or I will bring
some others in and you can whistle for your money that comes in if you're
late.'

   Dinner was a lovely time, almost a party and when we sat in the lounge
to watch the day's rushes, the girls had our cocks out of our trousers to
kiss us goodbye and even Trevor got in on the act to give us a farewell
kiss and suck. We got Trevor to take us up to the highway and there he
waited with us till the bus came by and bid us a safe journey and not to
forget to be back within the six month time period. We were dressed as we
came, in just a pair of jeans and shirt with our back packs to go on what I
think was a well earned rest.





                                            CHRIS

   I must say it was a relief for me to get on that bus with Tom, for now I
had him all to myself for the next six months at least and not have to
share him amongst the girls. We'd not really made any plans as to what or
how we were going to spend this vacation as it was just a feeling that we
needed this break from the villa to get ourselves back together and not
begin to atrophy by being in one place for so long.

   The only thing I had said that I wanted to do, and that was visit my
parents because of how concerned they had been when they learned that I had
dropped out of college. Both of us, when we made the decision to stay at
the villa, wrote to the college telling them that we wouldn't be returning
and gave them a post box to forward on our mail. It was a year before my
parents knew that I had actually left the college and, well, you should
really have seen the letters that they wrote. I won't go into detail of
what they said or implied, and all I told them was that I had taken on the
job of an adviser to educational films that paid very well. To prove this
point, I sent them a cheque for half a million dollars, which cleared my
bank account, saying this is what I had earned since leaving college and it
was a gift to them for all that they had done for me. It changed the tone
of their letters to me but still didn't stop the odd snipe or two in their
subsequent replies to mine. So the first stop was to be at my home to
mollify them before Tom and I went off somewhere to be together.

   We went as far as the bus went that day and then booked in an hotel for
the night, sharing a double room which goes unnoticed these days. We had a
hamburger dinner, a far cry from what Maria used to serve up for us, but,
as it was so long since we'd had such a plain cheap meal, it was
delicious. Then back to the hotel for a shower before bed and then, getting
under the sheets I felt really free to cuddle up and kiss Tom.

   'Oh God this is like a honeymoon,' I said as I kissed him. He grinned at
me and agreed that's how he felt too, returning my kiss with more and let
me feel his hardness up against my thigh. I was quickly off the bed and got
out a condom and gave a kiss to the head of his cock before I rolled it
down that hard length before getting back on the bed to present myself to
him. It was heaven to be in a different room and surroundings to have his
hands on my hips and feel him push in, feeling that sharp pain again as he
expanded my ring before he slipped inside and nestled his thighs up against
the cheeks of my bum. That throbbing hot piece of flesh even inside a
condom brought me out in a sweat before he'd even begun to move.

   Then came that quivering ripple as he did finally start to slowly move
back and forth inside me, building up or should I say stoking the fire that
burned deep in my belly. I grunted and crooned with every thrust he made,
hoping that he would stay there forever as he reamed me with his hard
shaft. God I loved this man that was fucking me, loving every inch of his
cock and knew that he loved me and what he was doing to me. Too soon he
held me tight up against his thighs as he came in shuddering bursts, making
the head of his cock pound inside my canal as he filled that rubber thing
that I really hated but what he had to wear. Then the withdrawal which
quite often made me cry, not from the pain, but of the loss that I was
suffering with its removal. Then after sucking him dry, he kissed and held
me tight till I fell asleep in his arms.

   We were up and out early for the next bus and arrived at my home town in
the late afternoon and took a taxi from the bus station to my parents
house. I had wired them that I was coming and so they had closed the store
early and were waiting when we arrived. Kisses from my mother and a hug
from my father before I could introduce Tom to them. The fact that Tom
almost looked like a coloured with his deep dark skin from all the sun we'd
been getting didn't seem to faze them and they made him very welcome, which
was relief to me. Of course the subject came up during dinner about his
colour and I could feel the atmosphere lighten when he told them that his
father had been a doctor in the U.N. Peace Corp, unfortunately being killed
in action and that his mother had been of Malaysian descent.

   The other subject that came up was of what we were doing that I could
afford to send home half a million dollars. It took some explaining that
money was to be made in the film industry and I was there as an adviser on
school and college procedures while Tom did the same in respect of biology
and medicine as most of the films produced where of the educational
kind. We managed to skirt exactly what the films were supposed to educate
people on. All in all, the dinner went rather well and they were pleased to
see me looking so healthy but were disappointed that I hadn't come home for
my twenty first birthday. The film people do not recognise that as being an
excuse to leave the job, I told them.

   I had my old room while Tom was given the guest room, it being next door
to mine. I didn't dare sleep with him that night though we did, after our
shower, go into the sixty nine position to take each other that way to make
do instead.

   My father let us have use of his car for the day so that I could show
Tom round the town where I had grown up and I even got him to come for a
swim in my old pond and let him fuck me on the grass as I used to with
Darren. It brought back memories but Tom was that much bigger and it was
that much better than I had ever had before at that place. We then cruised
round the town after lunch in a diner and it was when we were passing a
school when I shouted for him to stop and pull over. He did as I asked and
when we had stopped asked me why.

   'Do you see that woman over there,' which was a silly thing to say as
there must have been at least twelve or more of them standing by the wire
fence next to a gate from this small school.

   'The one in the blue dress,' I said testily, though I shouldn't have
been, for I had recognised Juliet, and as I said it, suddenly realised that
it was her mother standing next to her. 'Well let's just wait a minute for
I think that school is about to be let out.' Sure enough, for I had only
just finished speaking when we heard the clanging of a bell from inside the
building beyond the fence and a horde of children erupted into the
playground. 'The woman in the blue dress is Juliet. I can't say that she
was really a girl friend of mine, but I did get to know her. The woman next
to her on the left is her mother.' I left it at that for the moment for I
was looking out, trying and see my two sons amongst the children that began
to swarm towards the gates to go home. Then I spotted them racing out and
into the waiting arms, one being lifted high in the air by Juliet.

   'That boy you see there being lifted up is the nephew of the other boy
who is his uncle. The strange fact is that he is older than his uncle and
they might not know it now, but are really half brothers.'

   'Well I would say they did look like brothers from here. Same hair, same
features, they almost look like?..' He stopped and looked at me. 'You
shittin' me man?' he finally got out. 'Mother and daughter? You gotta be
kidding me?' I could only grin at the look of amazement in his face as to
what he was seeing and saying sunk in. 'You're the father of those two
tykes?' I nodded, beaming a great big smile at him.

   'Well I'll be?..'

   'The irony of the situation was when they had a double christening. The
mother's old man nearly had a heart attack at the name that was chosen. For
both of them.'

   'No! No, you can't be serious?' he began to laugh. 'They didn't?did
they?' I nodded and he laughed even louder. 'Chris?'

   'Christopher actually. They are rather posh and well to do,' I laughed,
and we couldn't help but hold each other as Tom laughed fit to bust.

   'Who'd have thought it,' he cried, wiping the tears of laughter from his
eyes. 'The man I love who wants be my wife is the father of two boys.'

   'Well it's true,' I said somewhat petulantly, tears coming to my eyes as
I spoke. 'I do want to be your wife. Does that mean I can't be a man when I
want to?'

   'Oh Chris I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that. I'm sorry,
really I am,' he cried as he held my shoulders. 'What can I do to make
amends.'

   'Take me out of town and make love to me,' I sniffed. So he drove out of
town like a maniac and pulled off into the woods and then helped me off
with my trousers while he dropped his and fucked me across a fallen tree.

   'I shouldn't have done this here,' he said in a low voice as he wiped
his cock on his handkerchief before throwing it away. 'It was in a place
such as this that I was raped, and I've virtually done the same to you
now.'

   'No you haven't Tom,' I cried, sexually satisfied. 'The difference is
that I wanted it.' I went into his arms, forgetting about my trousers and
hugged and kissed him. 'I love you and you can have me and take me wherever
and whenever you want. There's not much more I can give you Tom,' I cried
and sat down on the fallen leaves, twigs scratching my bare backside that I
didn't notice, such was my anguish at this torment.

   'Chris,' he cried going down onto his knees before me and taking hold of
my shoulders. 'You give me everything I've ever wanted. Your heart, your
love and your body. There's nothing else that I want, so please don't be so
hard on yourself. Now come on, get dressed and we'll go and see those
wonderful parents of yours. This is our last night don't forget, so let's
be happy for them.' Somewhat mollified by what he had said, I got up and
let him brush the dead leaves and parts of the tree from my bum, him
remarking what a nice bum I had too which made me smile and feel a bit
better.

   This time, after a wonderful home cooked meal, I made him take me in his
room. After undressing and kissing him, I offered myself to him to please
not only himself but me too. In fierce whispers I told him to hammer me, to
let me really feel the power of his shaft as he drove it repeatedly into me
and I loved every searing pain that it caused. I couldn't help but cry out
when he pulled out and couldn't get the condom off quick enough to go down
on him to suck and chew on that favourite weapon he concealed for most of
the day from me.

   I gave him a bonus by going into his room early in the morning and
waking him up by taking him in my mouth again to suck and play with him
till he came in an almighty surge that nearly choked me. He kissed my sperm
covered lips and held me tight as I then, in my excitement, came all over
his stomach because of how tight he had been holding me. We laughed and
then had our shower before breakfast and saying goodbye to my parents,
telling them that we had decided to have a visit to Europe, England being
our first place to visit.

   We flew into London and spent a week visiting all that we could think of
that was worth seeing. I was delighted after a day of sightseeing to get
back to our hotel for dinner and then have him all to myself for the whole
night. These nights were the highlight of the trip, him not having one of
the other girls begging for his attention. He was mine from nightfall to
daybreak.

   Then we went to see if we could find Angel Productions, the film unit
that made films like we did, having got their address before we left
home. We found it eventually, Tom having some problem with having to drive
on the wrong side of the road as it were. I spent more time watching him
fumble the gear stick, that too being on the wrong side of the steering
wheel than looking at the map to give him directions. We eventually found
the farm where their studios were situated only to find that Angela no
longer lived or worked there. Karl, he was the director who had visited us
when he and Angela had come over to discuss getting their films into our
distribution network. It was he who was now in charge of productions as
well as directing.

   'Angela retired, as it were, some time ago,' I saw Tom's face drop as I
guessed he'd hoped to have again, having had her which was captured on film
in that special bedroom of ours. I don't think I ever told him that I too
fucked her the same night, so I was as disappointed as he was that she was
no longer there. 'She met and married this French Count, d'Eider, I think
his name was. We made a couple of films at his chateau, but I think he
talked her into giving up appearing in the films because of his social
position. He died not so long ago in an avalanche, and I think she went
into some sort of spin at losing him for she hasn't spoken to any of us
since then. She used to send us scripts, but they've stopped coming and we
are now running into trouble by not having any good stories left to film,
if you know what I mean.' That we understood only too well as you can only
sell a good porno film if it has a decent story to it unlike most of the
continental films which was all just a lot of tedious fucking.

   Karl asked us to stay and make a film with him, offering us cash, but we
declined saying that we were on holiday, but, if time allowed, we'd call
back before we went home. He was a bit crestfallen at our refusal as he
knew what we could do for his ailing studio, but said that he hoped we
would have the time as we said our farewells. We went back to our hotel in
London for our last night before going across to the continent.





                                              TOM

   I was disappointed not to have found Angela there at the studios and
thought about her on our drive back to London. I could still her quite
clearly even though it was about three years ago, the way she looked at me
and my cock and what we had done together. Well I'm lying a bit there,
because I had Richard re-run the film of us together that night and got so
hard, I couldn't wait to see if she was still the same, fired up and would
want me again.

   I drove along with this hard on as I ran that film through my mind
several times. Chris noticed it and gave me a stroke and told me to
concentrate on my driving, which I had to do really seeing I was driving on
the wrong side of the road in this country.

   'Thinking about Angela are you?' he asked, reading my mind and couldn't
stop myself from nodding.

   'Well pull over somewhere and let's see if I can help get your mind back
onto the driving.' I knew what he had in mind and had no objections, so
when we came up to a picnic area, I pulled in and stopped well away from
the two other cars that were parked there.

   'I don't mind you thinking of her, so just imagine that it's her in the
car with you now. Lay back and close your eyes,' Chris said as he pulled
down the zipper of my trousers. I lay there with my eyes closed as I felt
his hand pull me out and I could feel the cool air swirl round my throbbing
cock head. Then it was his warm breath next before the heat of his mouth
covered it and I gave myself up to the beautiful way he had when he tongued
and sucked me. He would get the foreskin right back and then slowly drag
his teeth up the head, very gently as his tongue played with the eye. Then
it was a suck as he moved his hand on my shaft. He would do this very, very
slowly and it sent shivers up and down my spine when he played with me like
this.

   Even though he told me to think of Angela, it was his face and sparkling
eyes that swam before me as he moved his hand up and down as he sucked and
tickled the head of my cock. It wasn't long before I held his head as he
held the base of my cock steady as my hips began to buck for me to come in
his mouth with quite a lot of sperm. This he swallowed and kept on sucking
and licking till he had drained me in this way and I smiled and finally
opened my eyes to see that he was smiling too.

   'That was good, wasn't it?' he asked, a trace of semen still clinging to
the corner of his mouth which I took off with my finger and licked.

   'Yes,' I breathed out, 'but it was you I saw in my mind, not Angela.'

   'Thank you Tom,' he said, giving my still hot cock head a kiss, 'and now
we'd better be getting on before it gets too dark. I don't want us
finishing up in a wreck because of this,' he finished, giving my shaft a
final squeeze before helping me put it back inside my trousers.

   I took special care over Chris in bed that night after dinner. I gently
sucked on his erection for a few minutes before getting him to turn round
on the bed. The cheeks of his bum a nice golden brown now from the sun,
unlike the two pale white moons that I had first seen. I made him quiver by
stroking them gently with my finger tips before spreading them and teasing
him with the tip of my cock. I did this till he begged me to start as he'd
been waiting all day for this moment and so I stopped teasing and pushed
myself up into him.

   He gave out his gasp as the head of my cock enlarged his ring piece
before it finally slipped in and I felt the muscle tighten up to grasp my
shaft as the rest of my length moved in till my thighs met his bum. I loved
fucking Chris as he knew exactly what to do to my cock when I was fully
embedded inside him, joined together like this. He squeezed and tried to
milk me as I began to move and slowly slid in and out of him, pulling back
so that his ring could grip just under the head before breaking his grip by
moving forward again. He loved me fucking him as I liked doing it and we
would move together, both trying to hold me back from coming to make it
last. But come I did with that usual tightening of my hands on his hips as
I reached my peak, pushing hard and fast as I rammed myself into him till I
came to a shuddering stop and lay across his back. Then he would slowly
slide down onto the bed, his bum cheeks squeezed tightly together to hold
me there so that he could rock on the bed and come himself onto the sheets
with me still hard up inside him.

   Then it was off with the condom and he would suck on me while I did the
same to him, sucking out what was left before licking each other
clean. Then it was into each other's arms for a bit of kissing before he
nestled down into my arms, telling me how much he loved me before falling
asleep.

   We returned the car, undamaged, much to my surprise, back to the hire
firm at Heathrow Airport, and got on a flight to Paris. Here it was a
relief to hire a car with the steering wheel on the proper side, and
provisionally booked it for a month. We stayed in an hotel there for a week
to see the sights, though after one day's driving in Paris, decided to
leave the car in the hotel's garage and take taxi's while in that
city. They drive like maniacs there and I didn't think I would keep the car
intact they way they kept cutting me up, apart from trying to find parking
spaces.

   We would have had to stay there for at least a year if we had accepted
all the propositions that we received in that one week. Men, woman, girls
and even boys. I didn't know that there were that many boys willing to sell
their backsides in Paris, but I preferred the one I had, so we had each
other every night to make up for those we turned down.

   So after the week there seeing Paris, well the major sights, for it
would really take months to see it all properly, we left to do a bit of
touring round the country. With a guide book and the relief of being able
to drive on the right side of the road, we visited many places. We stayed
at hotels that took our fancy and sometimes stopped off at deserted places
to swim naked in a river and then have sex under the sun as we dried off.

   We stayed off the main roads, preferring the small country lanes where
we could see more of the countryside. The green fields made a wonderful
change from the desert scrub that surrounded Pancho's villa that we'd been
looking at for the past three years. We were just coming up to a small town
when I suddenly pulled over and stopped the car.

   'Do you know where we are?' I asked of Chris.

   'France,' he said dreamily.

   'I know we're in France, but where exactly on the map?'

   'Not exactly. I got lost two days ago and gave up looking.'

   'Well do you remember what the name of that Count was that Angela
married? You know, Karl back in England told us his name.'

   'No. It was D something,' Chris replied, now sitting up. I then put the
car in reverse to go back about twenty yards or so because it was the name
of this town that caught my eye for it began with a D, well a small d
really. I stopped when I drew level with the sign and asked him if that was
the name.

   'd'Eider,' Chris read it out. 'It sounds familiar, but I'm not quite
sure.'

   'We'll have to stop and ask someone then,' I said, putting the car back
into first gear and moved off towards the town. I pulled up in a small
square and wondered who to try and ask, or rather find a person who spoke
English for my French was no good for this. After asking four people if
they spoke my language, struck gold with the fifth one.

   'Oui, er, a little yes Monsieur,' the man replied.

   'Great. Does this town have a chateau?' I asked.

   'Yes.'

   'Does it have a Count and Countess?'

   'Yes Monsieur.'

   'Oh. I thought the Count had died in an avalanche,' I said, a little
crestfallen at this news.

   'He did, but the chateau has a new Count now.'

   'Did the Countess remarry then?' I enquired, crestfallen again.

   'Oh no Monsieur,' he laughed. 'It is her son.'

   'Is the Countess English by any chance?' getting excited enough to grip
his arm as I asked the question.

   'Yes, though you wouldn't think so as her French is perfect.'

   'You hear that Chris,' I said excitedly, 'I think we've found Angela.'

   'Excuse et moi, Monsieur, but her name is Angelique,' the man said to
me.

   'That's the same. It's her Chris, I know it.' I said excitedly.

   'Where is the chateau?' I asked, turning to the man again.

   'You can't see it from here, but if you take that road,' indicating a
road off to the left of the square, 'it's about two kilometres to the gates
which will be of your left. Then it is about another two up the chateau.'

   'Thank you very much indeed,' I said to the man, shaking his
hand. 'Merci,' saying one of my few French words. Armed with the
directions, Chris and I got back into the car and set off to find Angela,
if indeed it was her. I drove off and took the indicated road and within a
couple of minutes we were out of the town on a small lane that slowly moved
up towards the hills. Chris craned his head forward to try and spot the
chateau which should appear on our left, but we came to the gates first
still without seeing it. I turned in onto a gravelled road and soon entered
a small copse and it wasn't until we cleared this that we could see it
ahead of us.

   My it did look grand, standing on a small plateau to which the road was
rising up to, Three storied with turrets and towers at each corner with a
pair flanking what looked the entrance. I expected to find a moat and
drawbridge and felt let down when I found it was flat lawns that surrounded
the place. It had more windows than I could count as I drove up and parked
at the bottom of a small flight of steps that were wider than the length of
a bus. They curved up to the entrance which boasted a huge solid pair of
wooden doors that were almost black with age and showed signs that they had
been assaulted at some time in the past.

   We had been seen arriving, for one door opened as soon as we stopped and
an elderly man came out to stop and look at us from the top step. I found
out later that the man in the town I had spoken to had forewarned the
chateau that two Americans were about to pay them a visit.  He waited
patiently at the top of these six steps for us to get out of the car and
walk up to stand on the same level as himself.

   'Good afternoon gentlemen,' he spoke in passable English. 'May I enquire
as to reason of your visit?'

   'We've come to see the Countess,' I replied, Chris as usual leaving me
to do the talking.

   'May I have your calling card to find out if La Comptess is at home.'

   'I'm afraid I've used up all my cards. Just say that Tom and Chris from
America have called,' I paused, 'on the off chance that she is home.'

   'Very well sirs. Be as good as to follow me and I will make enquiries.'
He turned and led us through the big door which he closed behind us and we
saw that the entrance hall was high and wide with grey flagstones that
echoed to our steps as he showed us to a room off to the left. I noted the
wide staircase that led upstairs, covered in what looked like a very soft
but strong magenta coloured carpet covering the whole width. That alone
must have cost a fortune I thought as we went into what I suppose was
called a morning room, full of light and looked very expensive indeed. The
furniture, all covered in brocade and looked very old as did the pieces
that were not covered. Chandeliers hung down that I could see had been
converted from candle to electric but still looked like cut glass and not
plastic. The pictures too seemed to be of an age where they didn't seem to
use bright coloured oils in the painting of them.

   Chris and I looked at each other and I'm sure he was thinking the same
as me that we had come to the wrong place as it looked far too good a place
for an ex-porno queen. The man, who I assumed to be a butler of some sort
had left us alone and we just went and stood in the middle of the room, not
daring to sit down on such fine, but fragile looking chairs. It was several
minutes before the door opened and there she was.

   'Tom! Chris! What a grand surprise this is,' she cried out as she
hurried across the floor to give me a hug and then giving one to
Chris. 'It's so good to see you both after all this time. Why didn't you
let me know you were coming?'

   'We didn't know ourselves until we saw the name of the town. Karl, in
England told us you had got married and then I spotted the name as we
nearly drove through without stopping,' I said, laughing at her gaiety and
obvious delight at seeing us.

   'Well I'm glad he did and that you remembered it. Give me a kiss,' she
said and came into my arms for a real good smacking kiss that I hadn't had
for a long time that showed so much welcome in it. Then she kissed Chris in
the same way before we all started to talk at once as she took us out of
this room and led us upstairs to a more private and comfortable room that
I'm sure was her lounge.

   I think it was the fact that we'd had sex together in the past that made
the talking that much easier and it was not till later that I found out
that Chris had also been granted her favours, on the same night too. She
wanted to know all about us first, what we had been doing, sex aside she
laughed. What films had we made and how was Karl and lots of other
questions that would take too long to go through them all.

   There came a knock at the door and after she called out for whoever it
was to enter, in French of course, it opened and the same man stood there.

   'Dinner in one hour Madame,' he said with a slight bow.

   'Oh thank you Danton. This is the man who runs my life and I couldn't do
without him here,' she said to us. 'Danton has been here for ages and looks
after me like a mother hen. He's my major-domo and runs the place virtually
single handed and I'd be lost without him, wouldn't I Danton?'

   'Madame is too generous in her praise,' he said with a smile as he gave
another little bow.

   'Could you show these two dear old friends of mine to a room that they
can share. You are staying for as long as you can,' she said, turning back
to us. 'Danton will see to having your things brought up from your car and
you can have a shower or bath and get changed for dinner. When you're ready
in, say half an hour, we'll have a drink before we eat and Danton will come
and fetch you, for you can easily get lost in this place I can tell you,'
she laughed.

   We allowed ourselves to be escorted up another flight of stairs and
through several turning corridors before stopping at a room.

   'Your cases will be brought up in the next few minutes,' Danton told
us. 'If you have any problems or request anything, just ring that bell,'
which he pointed out, 'and somebody will come to see to your needs.' He
gave us a small bow and left us along in this massive bedroom that had a
huge four poster bed in the middle against one wall.

   'Wow,' said Chris, almost his first word since arriving here. 'I wonder
if King Louis' slept here in this bed. It looks fit for a king, and,' he
suddenly went all shy, 'a queen.' I laughed.

   'We can both be king and queen tonight in that bed,' I said, taking
Chris into my arms and giving him a kiss.

   'I doubt it tonight,' Chris said. 'I saw the way she looked at you and I
could see the hunger in her eyes. I think that I will be left alone for the
night if she gets her way.'

   'Don't be silly,' I replied, but I too had seen that look and knew that
I didn't think that Chris was wrong in what she might want later on into
the evening. We were still kissing when there came a knock on the door and
we hurriedly broke apart as our bags were brought in by a young lad. We
then had a quick shower and got dressed for dinner and were ready when
Danton arrived to escort us downstairs into a large hall.

   It was bigger than the entrance hall, rearing up as high as two floors
and had many heraldic shields and emblems around the high stone walls, the
family coat of arms having prominence above the fireplace that was big
enough to stand a horse inside.

  'We normally dine in a smaller room but as you are our guests, I thought
we would go the whole hog and have dinner in style on your first night
here.' Angela was positively bubbling over with I could only put down to
some inner excitement and had hopes that it was that she did actually
propose to invite me into her bed that night. We were in one corner of the
hall where there were some chairs set round a small table, and it was here
that Danton placed a tray of drinks.

   'Thank you Danton, I'll pour and wait for you to call us when dinner is
ready.'

   'As you wish Madame,' he said as he withdrew. Angela poured out drinks
for us and then I remembered something that the man in the village had
said, and so asked her of it.

   'The Count? Yes. That is my son. Marcel my husband never saw him for I
was on my way to tell him the news that I was pregnant when I was told of
his death.' She gave a hiccup and a tear came to her eye. We both murmured
our condolences over this but she brightened up and promised that we would
see him in the morning for he'd already had had his supper and was tucked
up in bed. 'Though we will still have company at dinner. You never did meet
my daughter Epsom, did you?' At our denials of having this pleasure, she
assured us that the girl herself had expressed great pleasure at having
guests from her mother's past. As if on cue, a door at the far end of the
hall opened and in came this daughter Epsom with another, older female. As
they approached us along the length of the hall, I was struck by the beauty
of this younger replica of Angela herself. I could see Chris was too,
slightly shorter than her mother but as well endowed up top and the dress
she wore that evening clearly showed us exactly what the dress was supposed
to conceal as she deeply curtsied before us.

   'Epsom! That dress is almost indecent,' Angela cried.

   'I tried to stop her wearing that one,' Beverley, Angela's companion
from way back, said.

   'I'm showing less than you used to do mother,' Epsom said sweetly. 'Are
these two handsome men past lovers or prospective ones?'

   'You should wash out your mouth with soap,' Beverley said.

   'Oh shut up. My name is Epsom as it appears I'm not going to be
introduced,' she said as she extended her hand towards me.

   'Delighted to meet you,' I said, shaking her hand. 'My name is Tom, and
I must point out that we are not prospective lovers but old friends from
the past.' She gave me a smile that told me she knew otherwise.

   'And you sir,' Epsom asked turning to Chris.

   'Er, Chris,' he stammered, taking her hand, but surprised me by bending
his head and kissed it instead of shaking it.

   'Oh thank heavens that gallantry hasn't completely disappeared from the
Americans.' she chuckled.

   'Flighty bitch,' I caught Beverley mutter as Epsom turned and poured
herself out a drink. Beverley was then introduced to us and I was much
taken in the way she looked at Angela with affection. She too helped
herself to a drink and the talk was small before dinner was announced as
being ready.

   I sat down on Angela's right hand and Chris sat off to her left with
Epsom parking herself next to him and Beverley had to sit next to me on the
other side. Some other servant brought the food through from the kitchen
and Danton saw to the serving of it, and it was delicious. Not quite up to
the standard of Maria back at the villa, but very good indeed.

   During the meal, Angela told us of what had happened to her since we had
last met. In the making of her films, she came to Europe to find a few
locations for a couple of scripts she had and while in Austria, met the
Count Marcel d'Eider. He knew of her past but still chased and begged her
to marry him, to which she finally agreed. He allowed her to finish off her
commitments in films that had been planned, even allowing some to be made
at the chateau. But, he wished her to stop and take her place as his wife
and help him to run the chateau as well as be its mistress.

   He knew of her not being married even though she had Epsom and agreed to
be her step father and that Beverley also could stay with them after they
were married. Angela, when she had completed her films and relinquished the
running of them to Karl, she stopped taking the pill and subsequently fell
pregnant.

   She wanted to tie up some loose ends in London and also to have a check
up with a doctor at the same time. Marcel, instead of accompanying her,
went off skiing with his manservant, Willi, in attendance. She found that
she was indeed pregnant and couldn't wait to tell him of her news, but
found out that he had been killed in an avalanche without knowing that she
was carrying his child.

   Since the death of Marcel, she had not left the chateau and gave birth
to his son just on a year ago. So his name would live on and the chateau
still had a Count, even though he was only one year old. But surely you
must all know of this from her autobiography, A Star Is Porn, which was a
best seller when it finally got published. (Ed. Note. Read book (3),
adultreading.es)

   There was more but she didn't say it at the dinner table because of the
presence of Epsom and Beverley but told me later of what she had left
out. It was all about the late Count and how he was bi-sexual like
me. Willi, though he was his valet, was also his male lover and they had
died in bed together in that avalanche. The Count had also taken small
parts in her later films, the parts being his private parts as he only
wanted her having fellatio on him, so he was like a stand in for the close
ups, which annoyed the male star of the films. Not only did he have Willi,
but Lily, Angela's maidservant, who often shared their bed to service both
of them, but since he'd died, she'd not had a man, making do with Lily.

   It was obvious, well to me that she wanted some cock, because during
dinner, I felt her foot, out of its shoe, running up and down my shin and I
saw the knowing look in her eye. There again, I could see that Epsom was
eyeing both Chris and myself and could guess that she was sizing us up as
potential lovers. She certainly seemed ripe enough and wondered if she was
still a virgin or not. The problem now though was how did I tell Chris that
he would be sleeping alone this first night here.

   With the wonderful meal over, we went into a small comfortable lounge
just off the main hall to have coffee and brandy and carry on
talking. Beverley didn't mind being left out of the conversation but it
seemed to get up Epsom's nose a bit that she wasn't the centre of
attraction and soon announced that she was going to bed. Beverley too left
and the three of us could then talk freely of what films we had made since
we last saw Angela who then recounted what I've already told you. It was
getting late and Chris said that was going up to our room and was I
coming. I said that I would be up later and I could see in his eyes that he
knew that I wouldn't be up there at all that night.





                                            CHRIS

   I left the small lounge not in the best of moods because I knew that
Angela must have told Tom to stay and that it was most likely that they
would go to bed together. My thoughts immediately turned to Epsom who was
such a beauty like her mother had been when she first made her films. She
had the face that was photogenic to my eyes and I'm sure that her figure
would look great on a big screen. She definitely had the right sized upper
works and then began to wonder where her bedroom was, for I'd seen a look
in her eyes that said she might not be averse to my tackling her.

   From the big hall I found my way to the entrance hall and went up the
wide staircase and then got lost. I wandered down carpeted corridors, round
corners and couldn't remember where our room was and then found myself back
at the top of the entrance hall. That had taken a good ten minutes and I
hadn't seen a soul and I was wondering if I should try and find my way back
down to that small lounge and get proper directions when I spotted Danton.

   'Danton!' I called out. 'I can't find my room.' He gave a chuckle and
came up the staircase to meet me.

   'It is very confusing sir, until you know the place. Let me show you.'
He then led me along the way we had gone the first time, pointing out a
picture, a chair, strategic items that would guide me the next time, and we
soon got to my room. 'Have a pleasant night sir, and there is a bell to
ring if you have need of any further assistance.' I thanked him and went
into that large room and looked wistfully at the bed that looked as if I
was going to spend the night alone in.

   I undressed and put my clothes on a chair near the bed and went to where
the bed had been turned down and heard a discreet cough behind me. I
whirled round not having heard the door open or close to find a youngish
woman in a uniform style dress standing quite close to me. I was too far
from my clothes and now had the bed behind me and I was completely naked
with no means to cover myself.

   'My mistress was right,' she said in a soft accented voice, her eyes
looking at my tackle before she looked at my face. 'You are a fine young
man. My apologies for startling you. My name is Lily, maid to the
Countess. She thought you might like some company for the night as your
friend will, er, be somewhat detained for awhile.' As she spoke, she had
been undoing the front buttons of her dress and now had opened the front to
reveal a lovely pair of breasts and a neat triangle of hair at her upper
thighs.

   'Do you like what you see Monsieur? I am here to do as you bid.' I did
like what I saw and I couldn't help my body from so responding to what I
was being offered. 'I see that the sight of me does not offend, for that I
am glad. Do you wish me to stay with you or not?'

   'Er, I?er, yes, er, Lily,' I stammered, not quite sure how to answer
her. I wasn't going to get any cock that night, but at least I wouldn't
have to sleep alone and I would still be able to have sex. I'd rather it
had been Epsom, but beggars can't be choosers. I turned, my penis now fully
erect, and pulled the sheet back and got into the bed and held the sheet up
in invitation for her to join me. She let her uniform slide off her
shoulders and she walked those few steps naked and got into bed beside
me. She lay back against the pillow and smiled up at me.

   'I've never been to bed with an American before,' she said most coyly,
and I struggled for words as to what to say to her. Unlike the many films
I'd made, it was always scripted what I should say but we'd not done a film
where this sort of situation had occurred.

   'I?I've never been in bed with a French woman either,' I finally got
out.

   'So maybe we both can learn something new,' she chuckled. 'Shall we do
it the American way or the French way?'

   'I didn't know there was any difference, but I'd like to be Frenched.' I
knew what that meant and so, it appeared did she, for the sheet went back
to reveal my erection and she moved down the bed and took me into her
mouth. She definitely was French and knew exactly how to do it that
way. God she was magnificent with that hot mouth and tongue, not to mention
the teeth too.

   'Would Monsieur like to taste me too at the same time?' I didn't need
asking twice and we swivelled round on this massive four poster and I soon
had my first French lesson. She was as wet as an English summer, and it
tasted so sweet that I couldn't stop sucking out her juices as she chewed
on my throbbing cock.

   'Enough, enough Monsieur,' she cried out, releasing the steaming head of
my cock out into the air. 'Let's put this monster in a proper cage that
befits the size of it. My mouth is too small to give and receive the
benefit it can give to both of us.'

   So I turned round and saw her wet lips open in a smile as I crawled up
her body, her large tits quivering in anticipation, the nipples, the
biggest I've ever seen, standing up like proud sentries atop of their
mounds. She gave out a little cry as the head of my cock found the entrance
to her and then gave out another as it began to slide up inside her as her
arms came up to hold my shoulders, and then pull me hard so that I moved
fully up inside and squashed her breasts to my chest at the same time.

   'Vive,' she whispered when I was fully inside, throbbing and pulsating
and feeling her muscles tighten and flex against my hard shaft. 'It's been
over a year since I've had this feeling,' and then she began to move
underneath me. She was sex starved I now knew from that comment and the way
she was desperately trying to get as much of me inside her as possible. I
couldn't help but respond and drove into her as hard as I could to her
cries that sounded as if she wanted me to go harder and faster.

   We moved almost the whole way round that bed as we hammered at each
other like there was no tomorrow and this would be the last fuck that
either of us would ever have before death. It was only my past few years of
sexual techniques that kept me from coming too soon and spoiling this
exotic coupling as we nearly fell off the bed at one time.

   She'd already come once with a scream that I'm sure must have been heard
all over the chateau and now she was coming for the second time as we still
thrashed and pummelled our crotches together. I came at the same time as
she screamed and I even cried out at our mutual explosion as we rocked
tightly locked together on the completely demolished sheets of the bed.

   Sweat was pouring off the both of us as we slowly came to our senses and
looked into each other's eyes with a sense of embarrassment at having had
so much pleasure together. Our bodies were stuck fast as her hands came up
and cupped my face to kiss me.

   'Mon Dieu! That was some fuck! It had been so long since I've had a man,
that being the count himself.'

   'That's quite some time,' I said, now feeling I was able to talk to her
now that we had become acquainted with each other as we lay side by
side. 'That was before he married Angela then?'

   'Oh no monsieur. We still had some times together after he got married,
even with Madame herself,' she giggled.

   'I don't understand,' I said, 'please explain.'

   'Well it is rather difficult,' she said leaning up on one elbow, one tit
pressing against my chest as she stroked my chest with her free hand. She
spoke with an accent and slightly mispronounced words in English, but I
know it's very annoying when I see this written as you spend more time
trying to work out what has been actually said and therefore begin to lose
the thread of the conversation or story, so I've put her speech into
perfect English unless a comment is needed to stress a point.

   'When the Count lost his first wife he was most distraught and it took
many months for him to get over his loss. I helped him in this by taking
her place in his bed when he had the need. It also helped him to relax and
sleep properly again. If I wasn't in his bed, then his valet, Willi would
be there.'

   'Willi? His valet?' I asked.

   'Oh yes. Willi would do anything to please his master. They actually
died in bed together in that avalanche that killed them. Madame was away in
England and I had the curse as they say, so he went off skiing with Willi.'

   'Did Angela, er, the Countess know of this?' I asked incredulously.

   'Oui monsieur. That's why she took me to bed sometimes. Since the Count
died, we've only had each other for comfort on cold nights.'

   'You've been with her too?' I might have sounded shocked, though I
wasn't really having seen quite a few of her films over the past few
years. I hadn't realised that she had carried her film exploits over into
her private life.

   'We are out in the country sir,' she went on. 'There isn't much
entertainment to be had except in the bedroom. Madame and I would go to bed
together when the Count was away and one night, she found the Count and I
in bed. I thought I was going to be birched and dismissed, but, such is the
largesse of the Countess, she joined in and made us three.' I then began to
wonder if these was one of her film scripts that I was hearing about, that
she was actually living the experience and then writing about them to make
into her films. That went a long way to show how her films were such a
success because she was writing about what she knew and had experienced.

   'Well I'm amazed,' I said, having been told the story while being
aroused by her capable hand and rolled over on top of her. 'I'm glad that
you are as broadminded as she is,' I said as I then dipped my wick for a
second run. It was almost as good as the first time, bringing her to two
more orgasms to my one as I came inside her as she exploded and covered us
both in our juices as well as mixing it with our combined sweat.

   I never heard or felt her leave the bed and it wasn't till I felt her
hand on my shoulder to wake me up to see her dressed and acting the proper
servant as she poured me a cup of the coffee she had brought to my room.

   'Breakfast in half an hour,' she said with a sweet smile, dressed
properly and was now back in her usual role of being what she really was.

   'Thank you Lily,' I said, grasping her hand and giving it a squeeze,
knowing that she would interpret exactly what I was trying to say. Then
came that Americanism that I hate because it is the very last word and
there's no come back to it.

   'You're welcome sir.' So with that and a smile, she left me to wonder
exactly whom had had who that night just gone.  I drank my coffee and then
had a shower and got dressed in a casual fashion and, remembering Danton's
points of reference, made my own way down to the hall and was quite pleased
to have done this navigation unaided, and into the small room where I
guessed we would be having breakfast.

   'Good morning Chris,' was the welcome cry I got as I entered the
breakfast room from Epsom. She was there with Beverley and had, but the
looks of it, only just arrived themselves. 'Did you have a good night?' and
I could see that she had a sparkle to her eyes.

   'Did Lily see that you had all you wanted?' She laid stress on the word
had and I couldn't help but grin and replied in the affirmative.

   'It's self service here in the morning, so help yourself,' she said, her
hand waving at the various covered silver dishes adorning the large
sideboard. 'Coffee is on the table and you can sit next to me and tell me
all the gory details of your night in bed with Lily.'

   'Epsom!' remonstrated Beverley, looking up from her plate.

   'Oh shush Bev. You and I both know that mother spent the night with
Tom. I just want to know how Chris got on with our Lily.'

   My face must have gone bright red at this revelation that probably the
whole chateau knew that Lilly had been in my bed last night.

   'Oh look! He's blushing!' I knew my face was flushing and I turned away
to the covered salvers that held breakfast and busied myself getting some
food onto a plate, not knowing really what I was dishing up for
myself. Taking my time to compose myself, I finally took my over laden
plate to the table and couldn't really refuse Epsom when she waved me to
the chair next to her. It would have been churlish to refuse and so I sat
down and let her pour me out some coffee. Then she went and surprised me by
patting my hand.

   'I'm sorry I did that Chris, and for what I said. It was childish and
should really be spanked for it.' I turned and looked at her and caught a
secret smile and wondered if that was the hint of a promise or what she
secretly desired.

   'Don't mention it,' was all I could come up with as I looked down with
horror at exactly what I had put on my plate. Kedgeree, scrambled egg and
bacon with a kipper on top.

   'Do you always eat that mixture?' she asked me incredulously.

   'When I've only got one plate in my hand,' I said stupidly.

   'Well it's a good way of making me sick to watch you eat that,' she said
as she got up, taking my plate away and putting it to one side, filled
another plate for me. This just contained some scrambled egg, a half
grilled tomato, two rashers of bacon and one sausage.

   'Now that looks better. If you want more after that, help yourself,' she
said with a lovely smile. I then found I was hungry and soon got dug in as
she kept on talking and it wasn't until I'd almost finished that I caught
was she was on about.

   'Horses?' that being the last word that registered.

   'Yes. Have you ridden a horse before?'

   'Twice, and fell off both times,' I grinned at her.

   'Well let's try for a third time. They do say that three times is
lucky.' I gave her a sickly grin as I finished my last mouthful.

   'Well? Are you coming out for a ride with me or not?'

   In spite of her exasperated tone, I did detect a slight pleading in her
voice.

   'On a horse?'

   'Of course I'm talking of a horse,' and I could see she was starting to
fume so I acquiesced and said yes.

   'Thank fuck for that,' she said.

   'Epsom!' came from Beverley.

   'Oh shut up Bev. Danton!' she shouted, and when he appeared, she asked
him to inform the stables that she wanted Apollo and Venus saddled. He
bowed and left the room.

   'Apollo and Venus?' I enquired.

   'Apollo is a stallion and Venus is a mare, the last will be for you to
mount.' I could see that she possessed a sense of humour.

   'On top or from behind?' I grinned.

   'Well I've seen some of your films, but I doubt if even you could manage
her from behind,' she said as she rose from the table.

   'You've actually seen some of my films?' I asked, rising up too,
somewhat perturbed at her statement. I didn't get an answer as she strode
from the room, me, like a puppy dog, following in her wake. I couldn't get
a word with her as we left the chateau and went round to the stables and
there were two horses, moving about in a fretful manner that I guessed were
for us to go riding on. A groom quickly cupped his hands for her to get up
onto the stallion, and I had some reins thrust in my hand and then a
helping hand to throw me up into the saddle of Venus, the mare. It took me
half a minute to get my feet into the stirrups and then give a twitch of
the reins for the horse beneath me to move off into a canter to catch up
with her stable mate.

   'Where are we going?' I gasped out to Epsom, my balls getting a
hammering from the way the horse was moving.

   'You'll see,' she called over her shoulder and I noticed that she was
moving quite easily in the saddle and suddenly realised that I should stand
in the stirrups to relieve the bashing my balls were getting from the way I
was sitting. From then on, it was much easier, but an awful strain on the
thighs and calves of my legs. We cantered across the fields and I could see
that she was heading for a kind of summer house that was on the edge of a
lake. She got there before I did and had dismounted and took the reins of
my mare as I pulled up alongside her. She held them as I slid from the
saddle and then tied the two horses together before she took my hand and
led me inside this summer house.

   We only just got inside before she whirled round and took me into her
arms and kissed me, pressing her body close up to mine.

   'Chris, Chris, Chris,' she said between kisses. 'I've dreamed of this
for many years now and you are now here.' Then came more kisses as I felt
myself being moved across the inside of the building as we kissed. 'Here,'
she said breathlessly as she pulled me down onto a lot of cushions that
were scattered about. Boy was she hot and eager as she pulled open my shirt
and began to kiss my nipples as well as my chest and lips. 'I've dreamed
for years of this moment,' she carried on as she pulled her shirt up off
over her head to reveal just how well endowed she was. Her breasts were
full and glowed with that perfect sheen of youth and the nipples standing
proud of the dark aureoles as she put her hands under them and offered them
up to my kisses.

   From there, it was a frantic divesting of clothing till she held my
erection in her hand and bent and sucked on it, her breasts brushing
against my thighs and my wanting her made my balls ache. She came back up,
pressing those beautiful orbs against my chest as she kissed me, still
keeping one hand down below, holding me fast as if I might suddenly try to
disappear.

   'No foreplay Chris. I need it now!' she urgently whispered into my
ear. 'Now! I want you now,' and she rolled onto her back, pulling me with
her. My prick was as hard as iron and I didn't need any directions as to
where she wanted it put. I paused for just a moment as I knelt between her
open thighs, savouring the vision of this luscious young girl, her big tits
heaving in the excitement of the moment and of the expectation of what she
was about to receive. We both smiled at each other and then I moved and
covered her and stuck my throbbing cock up inside her, and got a great
shock.

   She was a virgin!

   I felt the obstruction, but in my haste and desire, I was already
pushing my way through her hymen before it registered and by that time, it
was too late. I was fully inside her and she never gave out a sound at the
pain I might have caused her.

   'I'm now a woman,' I heard her breathe into my ear as her legs came up
and grasped me round the hips. 'Fuck me Chris. Fuck me,' she gasped as if
it were a fervent prayer.

   It was difficult I must admit. Not the fucking part of it, but having
now the knowledge that this was her first time with a man and I strove to
contain myself from coming to give her the best of this moment of her
deflowering.

   Like Lily, she came with a scream and I couldn't but help but come
myself into this luscious creature writhing beneath me, her finger nails
digging into my back. She then grasped the sides of my face and rained
kisses on me as we came to a panting stop.

   'Christ Chris! I didn't know it was going to be as good as that,' she
gasped as I felt her chest still heaving beneath mine. Her eyes were
sparkling and her smile was out of this world as she flexed her inner
muscles around my cock still inside her. 'When can we do it again?'

   'When I've recovered,' I panted and managed to get her arms off my back
so that I could pull out and get my breath back. She gave out a cry as I
did so and came up onto an elbow to kiss me again, her ample breast
pressing against my arm.

   'I didn't hurt you, did I? I didn't know you were a virgin.'

   'No you didn't hurt me. It was wonderful for I am now a woman and not a
child any longer.'

   'I thought?I thought?.'

   'Thought what?'

   'Well, a beautiful girl like you would have had many lovers by now.'

   'Mother saw to it that I didn't,' she replied grimly. 'Kept me on a
tight rein as far as men went.'

   'I?I should have taken the proper cautions if I'd known.'

   'Don't worry about that. I've been taking the pill for two years now
hoping that this would happen when the right man came along,' she said, her
hand now moving down and playing with my semi erect penis. 'I would have
done it with one of the grooms, but mother made me promise not to do it
with one of the staff. So I've kept my promise and had you instead.'

   'I'm honoured,' I replied.

   'All I could do with the groom was to suck him off. A blow job I think
it's called.'

   'Epsom!' I cried, somewhat shocked at this revelation. She laughed gaily
at the expression on my face and kissed me again and then proceeded to kiss
my neck, chest and stomach, her hand still holding fast onto my cock.

   'See what you think of this then,' she smiled up at me before taking me
into her mouth and began to suck and tease me. I gave out a groan and lay
my head back onto the cushions at the pleasure she was giving me down
there. It wasn't long before she brought me fully erect again and hard
enough to be used for the second time.

   'Now you're ready,' she said as she came back up my body to press an
ample tit to my mouth to suck upon a hard nipple, to nibble at it and make
her groan out like I had done.

   'Now Chris,' she said softly as she rolled over onto her back and opened
her legs. 'Do it again to me.'

   So I moved across her and entered her again but with much less haste and
we had a slow and languorous fuck that culminated in us both coming at the
same time and she still cried out at that point and clung to me as I
continued to throb inside her.

   We stayed in the summerhouse for another hour just kissing and stroking
each other, not having the strength for much more of anything else. We
slowly got dressed and went outside and I helped her up into the saddle and
it took me ages to get up into mine without anybody there to help me, but I
got there eventually and we then just walked the horses as we talked.

   'I wonder if mother and Tom are up yet,' she said as we dismounted in
the stable yard for the grooms to take away and see to the horses.

   'Come and we'll have a drink before lunch,' she said, her face flushed
and appeared so vivacious, and linking her arm through mine, we went back
into the chateau. We went through the building to the room where we'd had
breakfast and there was Angela, Tom and Beverley having a drink.

   'What would you like to drink Chris?' she asked as she made her way to a
sideboard that held a variety of bottles.

   'Oh, er, a gin and tonic please,' I stammered, feeling my face being a
bit on the red side now that I was in the presence of the others. She mixed
the drinks and came back with two glasses and handed me one.

   'Happy thoughts,' she smiled at me as she clinked our glasses together
before taking a sip.

   'You've done it, haven't you?' came the icy tone of Angela and I felt my
spine begin to shrivel. I was glad to have my back to her as she said this
so she couldn't see the expression on my face. I could see the small smile
on Epsom's face as she looked at her mother.

   'Chris! How could you?' she asked, her hand on my arm that made me turn
to face her, her eyes troubled as she looked into mine.

   'I?I'm sorry,' I stammered. 'I?I didn't know.'

   'It's not his fault,' Epsom burst out. 'I asked for it!'

   'That's not the point!' Angela snapped out.

   'Yes it is!' retorted Epsom. 'What's good for the goose?. I couldn't
have Tom because he was in bed with you. It was going to be one or the
other.'

   'How dare you,' Angela said, her words coming out quite low. 'I've been
protecting you all these years?'

   'From what!' Epsom blazed out, interrupting her. 'Having some fun? Fun
that you have but I don't? Well I'm glad I've gone and done it! It was
lovely and I'm going to have a lot more from now on because I enjoyed it!'
Her eyes were really pouring out hot coals as she faced up to her
mother. 'I bet you were even younger than I am when you lost your
virginity.'

   'I'm sorry Angela,' I said, stepping between them as it looked as if
they were about to come to blows. 'I just didn't know.'

   'Well it's too late now to cry over spilt milk,' she replied.

   'Or a broken hymen,' Epsom said from behind me.

   'Epsom!' Angela almost shouted.

   'Now, now, let's calm down,' said Tom, coming into it and helping me
out. 'It had to happen sometime Angela, for you cannot keep a high spirited
thing like Epsom a child forever. Better Chris than some stable hand or
gardener, isn't it? I hope you took some precautions Chris?' he said
turning to me.

   'I'm on the pill,' Epsom butted in and got a sharp look from her mother.

   'Well that's a blessing,' Tom said, 'because Chris has really only got
to wave his wand at a girl and she gets pregnant,' and then he went on to
tell them about my two boys. This broke the tension in the room and it got
some laughs, especially from Angela.

   'You know. That could make for a good sex farce for one of Karl's
films,' she said. Tom then went on to say about how Karl was having some
problems by not having any story lines to make a decent film.

   'Why don't you write a script using this incident. I'm sure you can and
it would be good for Karl to do. We promised to drop in on him on our way
back and it would be a nice present for him,' Tom finished.

   'I'll think about it. Now I think it's time for lunch,' she said as she
came and put her arm through mine. 'I'm sorry for what I said, but if she
had to lose it, I'm glad it was you,' she smiled up at me and gave my arm a
squeeze that made me feel better.

   It was a light lunch but with more wine than was really warranted that
left us all in the state of needing to have a sleep for the rest of the
afternoon. We all retired to our rooms and I was alone proper with Tom for
the first time since we'd arrived at the chateau.

   'You don't mind that I had Epsom, do you?' I asked of him as I got onto
our bed after undressing.

   'Of course not!' he said, him too, naked, climbed on the bed with me,
and so I went into his arms and kissed him.

   'I'd rather had been with you though,' I said, stroking his face and
chest as he held me, seeing out of the corner of my eye his cock begin to
rise. 'I want you more than ten Epsom's.'

   'Then roll over,' he said huskily as he gave me a kiss and my heart
leapt as he got off the bed for a condom and I did as he told me and went
up onto my knees to wait for him. It only took him a minute before he was
back on the bed and I felt his body come between my legs and his hand
gently stroke my bum.

   'And you are worth more than ten Angela's,' he said as his hand held my
hip and I felt his cock nuzzle my back entrance. Then he moved and I gave
out a cry of joy as his hardness moved into my body and I gave myself up to
the pleasure of having his cock move in and out as he fucked me. His two
hands holding my hips firm as he moved, pulling me back towards him as he
surged forward till our bodies clashed and he kept this up for a
deliriously long time as he ploughed back and forth inside me. Then came
that sudden tightening of his grip as he held me tight to his thighs as he
pumped and strained to shoot his load inside me and I felt my own seed
start to spill out onto the bed coverings. I had tears in my eyes and a sob
in my throat as I said that my husband Tom was making love to his wife
Chris and that she was enjoying every minute of it.

   He fell onto my back and bore me down onto my own mess and I loved that
man more than life itself as he continued to move himself inside me as he
lay on top. It was a good fifteen minutes before he pulled out and went for
a shower with me following as a dutiful wife should, to help him wash
before seeing to myself. Then it was back to bed and we slept right up
until a servant came in to wake us for dinner.

   The meal was a much quieter affair than lunch had been, everybody having
slept on the knowledge of what had taken place that morning and had now put
things into the right perspective. Beverley kept her own counsel and it
wasn't until much later that I found out that she was sleeping with the
chef anyway. Though she had originally joined Angela to look after Epsom,
this need had long since past but she stayed on as a companion and was
loved by both of them. The conversation during the meal had been at best,
banal, until Angela spoke of thoughts that had been running through all our
minds I think, about the coming night.

   'I suppose it isn't worth my sending Lily to Chris's room tonight,' she
said in a lull in the table talk. 'For Epsom's either going to invade that
of Chris, or drag him into hers now that she's tasted the forbidden fruit.'
I kept my head down at this and waited with bated breath as to who was
going to rise to this contentious statement. I groaned inwardly as Epsom
duly rose to take the bait.

   'And why not? You will have Tom in your bed again no doubt. Beverley
will have Gaston as she usually does,' this brought out a gasp from
Beverley, obviously thinking that her liaison with the chef had gone
un-noticed.

   'So where does that leave Chris and myself? Masturbating ourselves
stupid thinking of what we could be doing like you three will? Why should
we be denied the same enjoyment?' Her eyes were blazing and she tried to
give me a warm smile at the same time, but it came out more of a rictus
grin than anything else.

   'I didn't think it would be anything else,' Angela sighed, and she let
the matter drop now that she knew that Epsom was on the pill and didn't
have any counter argument to contest the fight. I kept my head down and
looked at my plate as I knew that my face would be as bright a red than any
sunset I'd ever seen.

   'Well that's settled then!' I heard the triumphant gloat of Epsom and I
gave her a quick glance and could see that she was all smiles at having
achieved her goal of having me as a bed mate for the night. I felt
mortified that I was being used in this way like a piece of meat on an
auction block.

   'Don't I get any say in this matter?' I asked somewhat plaintively.

   'No,' came the emphatic answer from both Epsom and Angela.

   'Tom?' I queried in a tremulous voice.

   'You dug the hole, so I suppose you're the only one left to fill it.'

    This brought laughs to the table and even I had to grin and acknowledge
the analogy of his statement. So it was settled that I would be bedding
Epsom for the rest of our stay at the chateau.

   Don't get me wrong by thinking that she wasn't worth it. By Christ, she
was better than you would find in any cat house. She had beauty and a body
that went with it as well as having a sense of wit. Many men would have
given their right arm to have had the attention I was going to get from
this delectable eighteen year old girl that had just been initiated into
the realm of sexual delights. It was like a drug to her and she couldn't
get enough of my body and even then demanding more which I did my best to
supply.

   When we weren't fucking, she was constantly over my body sucking at
everything that protruded from my body. Toes, cock balls, nipples, ears and
fingers. She sucked on everything and took inside her as much as I could
give. In fact, she wore me out with her insatiable desire for sex in all
its forms. I even took her anally such was her desire to experience sex in
all its forms. It got to the point where she even dragged Lily into our bed
to have another woman lick her out as she sucked avidly on my erection,
taking my emission without the slightest hesitation, and yet saving some in
her mouth to pass back to me as we kissed a short while afterwards. She was
like a depraved maniac for those three weeks that we stayed at the chateau.

   I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised the night she went off with
Tom. I had no claim on her, she was free to do as she wished, but it would
have been nice and the right thing to have done before she did it, to say
beforehand what she did do.

   We were into our third week of staying at the chateau when Epsom, when
dinner had finished, took Tom's hand and fairly dragged him from the
room. He gave both Angela and myself a despairing look before he
disappeared from sight.

   'I suppose it had to happen sooner or later,' said Angela in a somewhat
dispirited voice. 'She really feeling her oats and fuck everybody
else. She's going to be trouble before she's much older,' she said with a
touch of wisdom that is almost instinctive in a female. 'After almost two
weeks with you Chris, she's now spreading her wings to see if the grass is
greener on the other side of the fence.' I kept silent, not saying at how I
felt at being overthrown like it appeared that I was. 'It's not your
fault,' she said, laying her hand on mine as we say alone at the dinner
table. Beverley also having disappeared, no doubt for her rendezvous with
the chef.

   'Do you remember our first time together?' she said somewhat wistfully.

   'Yes,' I said somewhat bitterly. 'I followed Tom then if I remember
correctly.'

   'Oh Chris!' she said contritely, and I could see that she meant it. 'I
didn't mean it that way. I know I've been with Tom for most of your stay
here.' All of it, I said to myself. 'But as you and Epsom seemed to be
getting along so well, I didn't want to interfere,' she finished somewhat
lamely.

   'So what do we do then now that Epsom has gone off with Tom?'

   'You and I can get reacquainted,' she smiled.

   'Second best is that it?' I said bitterly.

   Wham! I never even saw it coming. Her hand cracked against the side of
my head and I saw stars for a moment or two.

   'How dare you say that!' she almost screamed at me. 'There's no such
thing as first and second between you and Tom. You are both the best and
first in your own rights. I've had you both remember, and there isn't one
iota difference between you in the sex side of things. You're both men who
I would gladly climb over others for, but to choose between either of you,
I couldn't, or wouldn't even attempt to try. Chris. You're not second
fiddle to Tom. The way we started out when you arrived just happened. The
very next day you took Epsom, so what was I to think? I was expecting to
have you in my bed that night but that seemed to change things. I thought
you were happy with her and so I didn't make any move towards you. Now that
she seems to have taken, or made the choice, what do we have left. I want
you Chris as much as you want Epsom. My needs are much greater than hers
having lost so much over the past year or so. She has yet to live her life
which I'm not going to deny her, but I've still got mine to live too. I
need a man as many men need a woman.' She was crying now and there was
nothing I could do but get up from my chair and go and cuddle her as she
wept.

   'I'm sorry I said what I did Angela,' I said as I held her and stroked
her hair. 'You have a heart of gold and I was a fool not to see it clearly
for what it was.' I helped her up from her seat and we slowly left the
dining room and went up to her bedroom.

   There I even abased myself by going down and kissing her feet as I
slowly undressed her till she was naked and helped her onto the bed. Her
eyes then began to shine as she watched me take my clothes off before
joining her on the mattress of her massive big four poster bed. The shining
eyes kept flicking back and forth from looking into mine and looking at the
erection I was sporting for both of us to enjoy.

   'I'm sorry Chris if I've said anything to upset you, but please forgive
me and make love to me.' So I came to enter her body for the second time
after so many years and she made me feel welcome as I slid into her warmth
and she took me up into the heavens with her body as we made love that
night.

   So for the rest of that week, our last there, I was in her bed every
night with Angela while Tom and Epsom had their fun in whichever bedroom
they chose.

   But time marched on and we had only about six weeks left of our holiday
and had to make the decision about moving on as we still had to make that
stopover in England. I had broached the subject one lunch time with Tom and
he agreed with me that we must soon leave. So we announced our intention of
leaving at the end of the week, much to the dismay of both Angela and Epsom
and defended our resolution that we had to go back to our job in the
States.

   It was an unhappy four days that we had left though sex wise, it was a
more frantic coupling than ever before that only left Tom and I with just
enough energy for a kiss and a cuddle but nothing else when we did get a
few moments to ourselves. Angela then surprised us with giving us three
scripts that she had written, where she found the time to do this between
bouts, astounded me. We were to give them to Karl and she hoped that we
would have the time to at least help him by making one film from the
three. I thanked her on Karl's behalf and said that we would do what we
could.

   I can't speak for Tom, but my last night there with Angela was a night
to savour and remember. We did as much as my body could take in having sex
in every way possible with much love and passion as we could bring into
this, our last coupling.

  What Tom and Epsom did that night, I can only presume that it was much
the same, but there must have been a subtle difference, because it was at
breakfast just before we were due to leave that she dropped her bombshell.





                                               TOM

   'I'm leaving with Chris and Tom,' Epsom announced. This brought an
immediate cessation of eating as I saw Angela's face go dead white and
Beverly almost choked on her coffee. Even Chris stared with amazement
mirroring my own I thought for we had not spoken of anything like this in
bed on that last night.

   Epsom carried on eating as though she had only passed a comment that the
sun was shining outside. We all looked at her in amazement and I for one,
was struck dumb as Chris usually was, and at a loss for words at this
statement.

   'You can't!' Angela burst out after several heartbeats.

   'Why?' she asked quite calmly, still eating.

   'Because?because?I say so!' exploded Angela. 'I forbid it!'

   'Why?' came the same calm question.

   'Because?because you can't!' came the anguished cry.

   'Mother. This chick has found her wings and is now to put them to use
and fly the nest. It's not forever,' she cried as she reached out and
touched Angela's hand. 'I know where my home is and I will come back,
often.'

   'It's not the same,' Angela cried, tears now running down her
face. 'What will I do without you?'

   'Have fun with Lily while teaching Marcel how to become a Count.'

   'Oh, that's cruel,' she cried.

   'But it's the truth if you'd admit it. This home is for Marcel, not me!
Mother, as much as I love you, I've got to go. I've got to find my own way
out in the world.' Her two hands were now holding that one of
Angela's. 'You did it, and now it's my turn.' tears were now coming from
Epsom's eyes as she pleaded her case.

   She had risen from her chair and was now cuddling her mother as they
both cried and I think that Angela had known that this moment would
eventually arise and so it didn't take her long to calm down and accept the
fact that her daughter was about to leave her home and spread her wings as
she had said.

   'Tom,' her hand came across the table to grasp mine as Epsom went and
sat back down again, wiping her eyes. 'Chris,' and her other hand went out
and took hold of his. 'Look after my daughter, I beg you.'

   I could see tears in Chris's eyes as he nodded and I had to fight back
mine as I too nodded to her request. And that was it, a momentous decision
had been made that was in fact almost tearing a family apart, but there was
nothing I could do except to refuse to take her with us, and that would
have been churlish as well as foolish. She would then have gone off on her
own to whatever fate might have befallen her. Having Beverly burst into
tears didn't help the situation either, but we managed to finish breakfast,
well, it effectively had finished with Epsom's announcement, but we made
the most of was left of it.

   I didn't know that Epsom had already secretly packed a suitcase knowing
what she was going to do, and so we were faced with a fait accompli. So
with many tears and kisses we bid farewell to Angela and Beverly and a hand
shake with Danton for his impeccable service to us. Chris, Epsom and myself
got into our car and drove out of the grounds of the Chateau d'Eider. Epsom
cried for nearly half an hour, Chris doing his best in the back seat with
her to calm her down and I could see that he had tears in his eyes too.

   But after a while she calmed down and having made her choice, now seemed
to return to her own high spirited self. I drove fast and we made Paris
just as darkness fell and we soon stopped at a decent well built hotel not
far from the city centre.

   We unloaded our baggage and I booked a double room for Chris and myself
and a single for Epsom, though that was a waste of money. For no sooner had
Chris and I got undressed and were just getting into bed, Epsom knocked on
the door and came into our room.

   'It's lonely in that room,' she complained, wearing a see through
nightie that I'm sure would have caused gasps had she been seen in the
hotel's corridors. 'Besides, your bed looks much more comfortable than
mine,' she said as she looked at it with Chris sitting up, almost opened
mouthed at her intrusion. I was bloody tired from that long drive and said
so.

   'But not too tired to say goodnight to me properly,' she said as she got
into the bed next to Chris, who, thankfully, had closed his mouth. There
was nothing I could do but shrug my shoulders and close the door and go
towards the bed. She had a wicked smile as she lifted one corner of the bed
covering as if to invite me into my own bed for the night. I gave her a wan
smile of resignation as I got into bed alongside her and then she snuggled
down between the two of us and let out a big sigh.

   'The two most handsomest men in the world, and I'm just a poor girl
between them,' she giggled and her hand took hold of my semi erect penis as
I knew without doubt that she was doing the same to Chris on the other side
of the bed.

   'Epsom darling. I've been driving all day and I am really quite tired,'
I started to explain.

   'In that case,' she started as she gave me a squeeze. 'You can see to me
first and then you can sleep. You don't mind Chris if he has first go?' she
asked turning her face towards him as his head lay on the other pillow.

   'No,' came the hollow voice and she gave him a kiss and then turned her
attentions to me, her hand hadn't stopped moving and I was now as hard as I
was ever going to get.

   'So let's get started,' she cried as she pulled hard on me, forcing me
to move closer and then roll over on top of her, her legs already open
ready to receive me. I looked over that short distance at Chris and I
wasn't sure what I read in his eyes, pity or resignation, I wasn't sure as
I dived into Epsom, and tired as I was, gave a good account of myself. The
added bonus to my fucking Epsom there was that Chris had rolled onto his
side and had his hand on my balls and gently fondled them as my cock slid
in and out of Epsom.

   She came with her usual gusto cries and I couldn't help but echo them as
I came too, plunging in as hard as I could to mash her body with mine in
the culmination of our coming together.

   'Now Chris,' she panted after I had rolled off her and he was soon on
top and savouring the honey pot that I had just creamed. Tired as I was, I
still had the thought to do the same for him as he had done to me, and
moved his balls around in their sac as he pumped himself into her and
wished that he was doing it to me. To help him in his final thrusting was
to stick my finger up his arse as I knew that this would stiffen his tool
even more and give her a greater satisfaction as he shuddered in his coming
inside her. She screamed again and I cried a silent cheer for Chris for
making her make this noise as I had done.

   I can only remember sucking on the tit nearest to me for a brief spell
before I fell asleep, and Chris told me the next day that he had taken her
again during the night without my help of hand or finger and was glad for
him.

   I came awake with her sucking at my erection that was always there in
the morning and came with great force which she took in without any qualms
and swallowed before rolling over to wake Chris in the same way. The only
thing I could do while she was down on his cock was to lean over her bent
body and give Chris a kiss and have it returned with the mouthed words that
he loved me. I smiled back and said the same to him and let him relax back
onto the pillow to have her suck out what I would have done if given the
chance.

   It was three knackered people that handed the hire car back and got
booked on a flight to London. Then it was a replay of Paris in our London
hotel as we made it three in a bed, but this time, she wanted to see Chris
suck me off, which thwarted my design of having her again as Chris did with
me being incapable till a little later on. I couldn't wait to get her to
Karl's studio and see if he would do a film with us three in it. I knew
that she would look as sensational on the screen as her mother had done in
her heyday.

   We got to the studio the next day and Karl was dumbstruck at how lovely
Epsom had turned out, only having seen her as a young girl in her early
teens.

   He then raved on about the three scripts that Angela had given us to
give to him and begged that we at least made one of them into a film with
him directing. The fact that Epsom wanted a part really made his day for
him after I did a screen test with her. God she looked lovely as she knelt
down before me and took me into her mouth. It is the spontaneity that makes
a film look good and not the tired, oh it's just another cock to suck sort
of syndrome that seems to get to some of the sluts that now were in these
films.

   Karl was ecstatic over the test and wanted to sign her up there and
then, but I had other ideas and told him that this would be a one off film,
take it or leave it. So Epsom came to make her debut and impact on the
video screen for the first time in a film directed by Karl with the
screenplay written by her mother. Her co-stars were of course myself and
Chris.

   She played it like a pro, having me fuck her from behind while she
sucked on Chris and other variations but sticking to the scenario that her
mother had written, not dreaming for one instant, that it would be her own
daughter playing the female lead. Epsom revelled in watching the rushes and
held my arm tight as we watched my big black cock slowly slide up inside
her and then watch it move in and out of her wet cavern that looked
enormous on a full sized screen.

   'Christ! You could drive a bus up into that,' she said when she saw a
close up of her fanny for the first time.

   'Then I must be built like a whale,' I laughed when my cock filled the
screen before disappearing inside her. She laughed with me and hugged me,
giving me a kiss as well as Chris when his large cock appeared on the
screen for her to take into her mouth.

   'Wow! I've creamed my knickers already,' she screamed with delight at
seeing her face and the expressions she gave as she was fucked as she
sucked.

   We made that film in one week and we knew it would take a couple of
months before it came onto our circuit for distribution, and we were paid
in advance, Karl knowing that it was a winner, of a thousand pounds each
without any recourse to more if it sold above expectations. Even though we
knew it would with our names above the title, but that didn't matter to us,
as we knew we would get a bit more from the distribution side in the
States. Fuck what Pancho or Trevor, or even Richard would say if it came to
that. We were free agents and we were doing this on our own time.

   But now it was crunch time. Do we take Epsom back with us to the States
or leave her here with Karl? This wasn't just to be my decision alone,
Chris would have to agree or not before even thinking of talking to Epsom
about it.

   'Well, what do you think?' I asked Chris when I put it to him when we
lay on the studio bed after filming. During our stay at the studio, that's
where we slept as there wasn't really enough beds in the farmhouse where
the rest of the crew slept.

   'Well we've had her in our bed every night and it's getting a bit much
for me,' he admitted, and I couldn't agree more. The sex life between Chris
and myself was suffering, more for him I think than for me as he preferred
my cock inside him than him putting his into a woman.

   'If we did take her, as a Brit, she'd need a visa and that is only
issued for six months, so she would have to leave after that time. I think
the others would welcome her and I know Richard would be glad of a fresh
face with big tits to film,' I said.

   'But I don't think she really knows the truth about us. I don't think I
can last another six months without having you all to myself for some of
that time Tom,' Chris said, giving my hand a squeeze. 'Three weeks with her
and Angela and then all this week with her is enough. I want you Tom. I
want you to make love to me and not be denied just to satisfy her.'

   'I agree Chris,' leaning over and giving him a kiss. 'We'll tell her
tonight and see what she thinks of that. Also, the thought's just struck me
about the other girls. We don't know if she'll perform with other
women. Not just for the camera, but off of it as well, for they are going
to be all over her when they see her.'

   'Well if you can make her see all that and she is prepared to go with
others, I think I can stand another six months of her. Richard and Trevor
will be delighted of course. Maybe even Pancho would like to dip into her,'
he giggled. Then as if we were telepathic, we rolled towards each other so
that our fronts touched and we kissed each other.

   'Getting some practice in then?' Epsom's voice came out of the gloom as
she came towards the bed wearing that see through nightie and getting onto
the bed as we broke apart. 'All up and ready then,' she said as she got in
between us and took hold of our erections that had risen, but not because
of the sight of her.

   'Epsom,' I began, raising myself up onto an elbow to look down into her
face. 'There's something we've got to tell you. For the past four weeks,
Chris and I have been acting out of character.'

   'What do you mean?' she asked in a soft voice, her eyes showing an
uncertainty that I hadn't seen before.

   'You've seen some of our films, haven't you?' to which she nodded. 'I
don't know if you've seen the ones where Chris and I have had sex
together?'

   'Yes,' she replied in the same quiet voice. 'You were behind Chris,
doing it to him, and then he gave you a blow job.'

   'That wasn't acting Epsom. We do it all the time. You see, Chris and I
are married to each other.'

   'What?' Her voice rising and her eyes going wide. 'You can't be married,
two men? It's impossible.'

   'Not a church marriage Epsom, but one that two lovers make a vow to each
other. To love and cherish, to have and to hold. You know what I mean.'

   'You can't be? A marriage is between a man and a woman. One is the
husband and the other is the wife,' Epsom said.

   'I'm Tom's wife,' Chris said softly as he stroked the breast nearest to
him. 'I wish I had breasts like you Epsom and then I could have Tom rest
his head on them as he slept.'

   'But?but, you've made love to me, and mother,' she protested.

   'That's because we are bi-sexual, but if the truth be known, we prefer
the love of each other and have done so for the past three years. When two
men love each other, there's no room for a woman.'

   'So?so you want to ditch me then,' she sobbed.

   'No Epsom, we don't, and wouldn't even think about it. It's just that we
do sometimes need to be on our own so that we can make love together. We
just want you to understand that we need male love as much as you do and
that we can't both be seeing to your needs all the time.' She was now
laying there between us very quiet. 'Now you've left home to come with us,
you said. What we don't know is how far do you want to go with us? Before
you answer that,' I said putting a finger to her lips, 'let me tell what it
is like where we will be going. It's a villa in the middle of nowhere. It
has a pool and that's it. Nothing else for miles around us except for the
sandy desert.

   We stayed there three years without going anywhere and it can get
monotonous. We stay there and make pornographic films and the girls are
like us, bi-sexual, though they really are lesbians. Now you would be
classed as fresh meat and will get hit on quite hard by them. If you're not
prepared to have sex on a regular basis with them at one time or another,
it's not worth while you going. It's not just doing a few scenes for a
film, but real life that goes on all the time. Of course there are two
other men there who be only too glad to take you to bed. It's that you
would have to be prepared to go to bed with someone most nights of the week
and not get fixated with just one person. Even though Chris and I are
married, and they know this, we still spread ourselves around amongst the
others if you get my drift.

   The other point is this. You will only be able to stay with us for six
months. That's all the time a visa will allow. You have to leave the
country before that expires or you could be fined, imprisoned possibly, but
you would definitely be deported and then never allowed back into the
country again because of this visa violation. Now have you understood all
of this? If not, I will explain further if you haven't.' She was very quiet
and lay there for several minutes before speaking.

   'Firstly, you don't love me.'

   'Wrong!' Chris burst out. 'We do love you but in a different way to what
you might have expected of us.' She gave a little sniff before carrying on.

   'Okay, I'll accept that. I've not experienced having sex with another
woman, so I can't really answer that, but I'm willing to try and make it
work. I still would get to have you both at some time or another, won't I?'

   'Of course,' I said.

   'But I'll have to have sex outside of the filming? Do I get a choice of
who to go with?'

   'Yes, but don't leave anyone out. That's the main thing or we could all
be in trouble as we seem to have a nice tightly knit family so to speak and
they won't stand for any disharmony.'

   'About this visa thing. After six months, why can't I just go out of the
country, get another one and return?'

   'You could, but by returning so soon, they wouldn't believe you were
there just for pleasure, but work, and that they won't allow. You'd be
watched and that would cause trouble for all of us.'

   'What if I got married to an American, wouldn't that help me to stay?'

   'It would, but your mother would come over and kill us if you did
that. She wants better than that for you. Not to get married to a porno
star, besides, you won't get to meet any eligible men of your age out there
in the wilderness.'

   'There's you two,' she smiled shyly.

   'Then your mother would most definitely come over and kill us, and you
too. I don't believe there's any woman in the world who would accept a man
that she has slept with being her son-in-law, so forget that idea.'

   'How old is Pancho?'

   'Too old,' Chris and I both said at the same time, and we all laughed.

   'Well if I have to have sex with the women to get at you two again, I'm
willing to give it a try,' she said. I looked across her at Chris who after
a fractions pause, gave a nod of his head.

   'Okay then. We go to London tomorrow and get you a visa at the Embassy,
and then fly home,' I said.

   'That's fine with me, but what about tonight? I haven't got a bed to
sleep in if you two want to get together, or,' and she gave me a wicked
smile. 'I could lay here and watch.' I looked a bit askance at Chris and
saw that he was grinning and I knew damn well that he wanted me to fuck him
and to hell with whoever wanted to watch. Well, we did it enough when
filming in front of a whole crew, so was one alone any different?

   So I got off the bed and went and fetched a condom and as I tore it out
of its packet, Epsom took it from me and rolled it down on my erection as
Chris rolled over onto his stomach. She then settled herself on the edge of
the bed, leaning on her elbow to watch us have male sex. As Chris felt the
bed dip down as I got on he came up onto his knees, presenting his rear end
to me. I, feeling a little self conscious of the fact it was Epsom watching
me and not an experienced crew, shuffled forward, my cock leading the way
between the legs of Chris. The cheeks of his bum now looking somewhat pale
from the lack of sun beckoned me and I felt myself get harder still as I
knew the delight I was going to get at my having a tight ring piece to fuck
instead of a slack female orifice. Chris began to groan as soon as my hand
touched his hip and guessed that he was already beginning to drool at the
thought of what he was just about to receive. I stroked one cheek before I
took hold of my cock and placed it in the right place between those pale
crescent moons and then slowly pushed forward letting go of my tool and
putting my other hand on the opposite hip to the one I was already holding.

   Then came the gasp as my cock head widened his entrance to almost
breaking point before it suddenly slipped inside him. Then his breath was
quite clearly heard as he let it out as I pushed and slowly filled him till
my thighs met his bum.

   'God, you've grown bigger,' came the small voice of Chris almost muffled
as he chewed the pillow. I cast a glance at Epsom to see her looking wide
eyed as I began to pull back out of Chris. My dark cock clearly visible
through the thin sheath of rubber and a stark contrast to the paleness of
Chris's cheeks. Then it was back in till our bodies touched and then I
forgot about her and gave myself up to the pleasure of having the tight
hole of Chris encompassing my cock and giving me a thrill as I knew he was
getting from my slow shafting of him. So I fucked my wife with an onlooker
and really gave him a good hammering as I knew he would want me to do. Then
it still seemed too soon before I was coming and held him tight as I jerked
hard up into him as I came into that sheath.

   I then noticed that Epsom had gone onto her back and was underneath
Chris and guessed that she was sucking on him as I came and that he would
be coming into her mouth at the same time.

   'Enough Epsom,' gasped Chris and I knew that he was about to fall
forward and therefore was ready when she got out of the way for him to
slide forward onto his stomach with me following, still inside him, to come
to rest on his back.

   'That was fantastic,' Epsom breathed out in awe. 'Not only watching, but
I've never felt Chris's cock so hard as he came.' I glanced across at her
as I kept my movement going inside Chris and noticed that her lips were
still wet with his sperm and she was licking them as she spoke. I continued
to fuck Chris for a few more minutes before stopping and pulling myself out
of him and sitting back on my heels.

   'No Epsom,' I said, stopping her from moving forwards. 'We haven't
finished yet.' Chris rose up and with a handful of tissues ready, pulled
the condom off me and then went down and took my still erect piece into his
mouth to suck on me to finish off the job of my coming. 'Now that's a true
wife to finish off the job,' I said to her as she watched in fascination as
Chris mouthed, tongued and licked me clean. Then, when satisfied that I was
clean, he came up into my arms and with both of us kneeling, facing each
other, embraced as we kissed each other.

   'That,' I said several minutes later to Epsom, 'is how two men have sex
together. Not counting the times we lay opposite to each other and suck
upon the other's organ till we come.'

   'Oh God, I wish I were a man,' said Epsom, her eyes alight and
positively dancing, 'to have all that you have.'

   'I sometimes wish I was a woman,' said Chris, 'to feel and have what you
get, not discounting having tits like yours either,' he grinned.

   'Well that was fantastic to watch is all I can say. You really must love
each other to do what you've just done. You make me feel ashamed of how I
felt earlier and of what I said, or rather what I feel I shouldn't have
said,' she replied.

   'So how do you feel in yourself at seeing that?' I asked with a smile on
my face.

   'Horny and wetter than a Bank Holiday weekend,' she replied. I didn't
understand the idiom but got the gist of what she was saying and looked
over at Chris, who I think caught on to what she was referring to.

   'Lay back Epsom,' he said as he put his hand down between her
thighs. 'She's wet alright,' he concluded as she rolled into the middle of
the bed and opened her legs. Chris then went down on her and given his
expertise, soon brought her to an orgasm with his tongue and mouth. She
thrashed about on the bed and nearly strangled him in her orgasmic throes
as her legs clamped themselves round his head as she came. But enough was
enough as far as that night went and we slept together in this large bed
for our last night in England.

   We were up early next morning to say our goodbyes to Karl and the crew
and were soon in London to join the queue at the Embassy in Grosvenor
Square for Epsom's visa. When we finally got this, it was straight to the
airport to get the first flight to the U.S.A. It didn't matter where we
would land, because we would have had to get a connecting flight anyway. So
it was a night time flight and it was still dark when we landed, though
dawn wasn't far away by this time. We'd had a problem at first as we
couldn't get any two seats together, but by the time we were airborne and
with a little bit of sweet talking to one of the stewardesses, managed to
get them to get other passengers to change seats so that we could travel
together.

   I cannot for the life of me remember to which airport we flew into, but
we had an hour to waste before we could get one to our final destination. I
managed to get through to the villa while we waited and gave what time we
expected to land and was told that Trevor would be there to meet us instead
of having to take that horrible bus run.

   Having cleared immigration and customs at our first landing, there
wasn't any hold up except for the waiting for our baggage to come off that
roundabout thing they all seem to use. Trevor was waiting and after hasty
introductions, we were soon out on the highway heading for the villa. We
put Epsom up in the front so that she could chat and answer any questions
from Trevor on our journey, and I think Chris and I were of the opinion
that she seemed to hit it off quite well with him, which augured good for
the rest of them.

   It wasn't until we were nearly there that Epsom turned round to talk to
us. We'd turned off the highway and were now following the track through
the hills and sandy desert when she did so.

   'I see what you mean now about it being in the middle of a desert,' she
cried out above the noise of the four wheel drive traction that had been
engaged. Then she oohed and aahed over the first sight of the villa and its
sparkling pool and yet it was really a homecoming for me and Chris to see
that sight again after nearly six months away.

   We hadn't really slept on the transatlantic flight, just the odd doze
and so after thirty six hours without proper sleep, we must have looked a
mess when we finally got out of the car to be greeted by all the
others. Epsom looked a mess and I apologised at the way we looked, but
after a few hours sleep I assured them, we would be right as rain.

   They were most enthusiastic at having Epsom come among them in spite of
how she looked. Trevor and Richard showing more than enough at how they
felt at seeing this new face, and no doubt, mentally undressing her to
visualise what was, for the time being, hidden. Their carnal thoughts and
desires I'll leave for you to imagine as well as that of the other girls
who seemed to climb all over Chris and myself at the poolside.

   I suppose, boasting here a little, that they were glad to have two studs
back on the farm for the chicks to get their share of oats. But declining
lunch, we were allowed to go to our rooms and there flop out and die for
the next six hours before dinner. It was a quick shower, a kiss and a
cuddle with Chris and then into a deep sleep that did wonders for the mind
and body.

   We left it to Epsom to find her own way round, knowing that Helen had
shown her to the room that would be hers and obviously where the clothes
that she could use were stored. If Trevor hadn't had called in, we probably
would have slept the whole night through and missed dinner. Hating to leave
the bed and that lovely sleep, but there again, not wanting to miss out on
Maria's cooking, accepted being woken up. Chris didn't really want to be
awoken either, but at the mere suggestion of Maria's food and he was up and
in the shower.

   Dressed in casual clothes, we went off to the bar and it was a much
different Epsom that turned up a few minutes later. She looked radiant and
didn't now appear to show any signs of jet lag as she had done when we
first arrived.

   Now with a drink in her hand, introductions were made properly and I
think she enjoyed the attention and the looks from the others which made me
think that the cries of welcome were all genuine.

   Of course after our pre dinner drinks, she was sat next to Pancho with
Richard on the other side of her as I fully expected for them to try and
get all they could from her of in respect of her background and all
that. We had to make do further down the table, but we were now with old
friends so it didn't matter to us where we sat.

   It was at the end of a most superb dinner that I had so sorely missed
that Pancho tapped his glass to stand up and make an announcement.

   'Ladies and gentlemen. I know you were informally introduced this
afternoon and again just before dinner, but I now wish to make it
official. Miss Epsom Downs here has accepted my invitation to become one of
the members of our small enclave and will appear in some of our notable
productions.' There was much had clapping at this and he held up his hand
for them to be silent for him to continue. 'You may well recall not so long
ago, that we had an English lady who not only produced films such as ours
but also starred in many of them. Her name was Angela. This is her daughter
and may she become as big a star as her mother before her.' The applause
this time was greater and Epsom was positively glowing in this sign of
approbation.

   'Speech, speech,' was echoed around the table as Pancho sat down and
urged Epsom to stand and make her reply.

   'I?I don't really how to reply to what has just been said. I haven't
been given a script.' This brought some laughs and cheers. 'But, you'll
have to forgive me. I'm not my mother. She knew what to do and when to do
it. I am just a beginner but I will listen to you all and heed your advice,
so forgive me, in advance, for any mistakes I make at the start, though I
will assure you, they will only ever happen once.' Her face was bright red
as she sat down to more clapping of the hands, the loudest coming from
Chris and myself.

   It was another half an hour before we actually finished at the dining
table and then came the exodus to the large lounge with drinks in
hand. Chris gave me a nudge but I had already noticed that it was Heloise
who had taken hold of Epsom's hand and was talking to her very softly as I
could imagine.

   Though I had told Epsom that she would be hit on as soon as she arrived
there, I didn't tell her what would happen on her first night. Call it
sadistic if you like, but to my mind it was part of the learning curve that
once she could do it thinking it was in private and then see it later with
an audience, she might have the shell knocked off as it were, like it
happened to me.

   We watched with some amusement as she was led out of the lounge by
Heloise and we settled ourselves down to watch what would happen between
them two in that special bedroom. Trevor, I noticed had got Chris to sit
down with him and I had Debbie clinging to my arm ever since leaving the
table.

   'We've missed you so much Tom,' she breathed into my ear. 'All of us are
so randy now you wouldn't believe it. Then you bring in fresh meat for the
other sharks, it's unbelievable. Is she that green?'

   'We'll find out in a minute, because this is going to be her first time
with another woman.'

   'Wow,' was all that she said as the big screen came alight, her hand
already pulling down my zipper as I watched the screen settle down to show
that small bedroom. The door opened and in walked Heloise leading Epsom and
the door closed behind them. We couldn't hear what was being said, but it
was obvious that Heloise was whispering words of encouragement to Epsom as
she took her into an embrace and while they were held together, began to
undo the buttons on the back of Epsom's dress.

   I won't say that Epsom stood as still as a statue, but she knew she was
out of her depth in what was going on but knew she would have to comply to
be able to stay in this place. She let Heloise pull the dress off her
shoulders and kiss her neck and then move down to kiss the upper breasts
that were showing.

   Heloise then quickly divested herself of her dress so that she was only
in bra and panties before going any further with Epsom. You're going to
have to imagine what Heloise was saying to Epsom like us as the dress was
slipped off and her bra being unclipped from the back to reveal her large
full breasts. There was a gasp or two from us watching and then Heloise
bent her head, which wasn't far considering her height, to kiss and suck on
each nipple in turn as she unclipped her own bra to reveal her small but
compact pert mounds with that dark aureole surrounding each nipple.

   After kissing and sucking those of Epsom, Heloise brought Epsom's head
down to do the same to her and I was pleased to see that she did so without
any hesitation. But to suck a tit is one thing, but to suck and put your
tongue inside another female is something quite different. The kissing and
stripping off of panties took a bit more time and I was having my erection
slowly worked up and down by Debbie, though if the truth be known, didn't
realise what she was doing, so engrossed and keeping my fingers crossed was
I for Epsom.

   I saw the slight flinch of Epsom when the other girl's fingers started
to be pushed up inside her as they stood by the bed and Heloise taking her
hand to invite her to do the same to her. This was done and they both stood
there, kissing as each had a finger or two up inside the other.

   Then it was to the bed where Heloise took control and began the ultimate
act between two women. She kissed the body first, working her way down
between her thighs to kiss, lick and suck at that sexual harbour that
really was only meant for a boat to sail in, not a canoe like a tongue. But
a canoe can do as much damage as a boat can in that confined space between
the harbour walls. Being a mistress of the art, it didn't take Heloise long
to have Epsom writhing on the bed in a passion of lust and she knew just
when to withdraw and let Epsom take over to do the same to her. She gave
her her head if you'll excuse the pun, to do what she could with her mouth
and tongue between the legs and open sex of Heloise.

   Not only was Epsom fighting to get up inside Heloise, her own body was
writhing from the as yet unleashed passion that had built up inside her own
body. The only thing that spoilt it for me was when Heloise gave the sign
of the forefinger curled up to the thumb in the recognised symbol of
okay. This was for those watching and I hoped, well I would make sure that
Richard cut that bit out when it was re-run for Epsom's benefit, as it
didn't gel quite right with what we were seeing. By now, I had Debbie's hot
mouth over my rampant cock as I watched Epsom take on another woman, her
first one, and apparently making a damn good job of it.

   It's very hard in our profession now to distinguish real passion as to
what can be portrayed for the viewing public. No. I've worded that
wrong. It is easy for a professional to see it faked on the screen, but it
is hard for one to discern real passion in another who is well versed in
acting passion if you get my meaning. The passion Epsom was showing was
real, there was no doubt about that, but was Heloise really getting
passionate or was she just acting. Ah, therein lies the rub, to misquote
Shakespeare from one of his most famous speeches. Hamlet if you are not
quite sure which one. Mind you, I wasn't until I reread the play. Be that
as it may, Epsom was not acting and I think she was actually enjoying
herself and when she went up the body of Heloise to kiss and cuddle each
other, those of us watching burst out into a spontaneous applause, me
coming into Debbie's mouth at the same time so I was being gratified in
both body and mind at the same time. It took them nearly fifteen minutes to
finish on the bed and then get slowly dressed. Debbie, a bit disappointed
at my indifference to her having favoured me, went off to the bar for
another drink. I collared Richard and mentioned the hand sign from Heloise
and he agreed that it could cause a hang up as far as it went with
Epsom. So he went off to edit that bit out before we had the second
showing.

   The lights had come on proper and when Heloise and Epsom came into the
lounge, everybody stood up and clapped them. I could understand the
bewilderment on Epsom's face at this and having shook off Debbie, went over
to give her a kiss and led her back to where I was sitting. I then got her
a drink as well as a stiff one for myself because I knew what the reaction
was going to be within the next few minutes. That wasn't too long in coming
either. The lights began to dim and everybody took their seats for the
second showing of Epsom's initiation into our little society.

   I took hold of her hand and held it tight as the big screen flickered
into life and we saw the empty bedroom and then when the door opened and
Epsom saw herself walk in behind Heloise I got the first gasp and felt her
hand tighten in mine. She flashed me a quick glance before looking back at
the screen to see herself being kissed by another woman. Without looking at
her but knowing her, I knew her face had gone red with embarrassment.

   'No!' she cried out when her breasts were revealed to be kissed by
Heloise.

   'Shush,' I said as firmly as I could.

   'But?but?'

   'Quiet! We've all gone through this. It's to see how you act naturally
and then you've got to live up to that when you do finally get to be on
film properly. We've all gone through this, so don't think you've been
singled out, because you haven't.'

   I held her hand tight and yet could still feel her squirm as she saw
herself fully exposed in all her nudity and then get to have another woman
between her legs and be exposed to the joy and abandonment that she went
through as the sex act progressed.

   'You might have warned me,' she hissed as she watched herself go down on
Heloise. 'I'm so embarrassed.'

   'If that's all, I'm glad, which means you'll fit in well,' but was also
glad to see that Richard had indeed taken out that okay sign that Heloise
had made. I took another glance at her to see that she had her teeth
clenched together as she watched the final scenes of her love making with
Heloise.

   'For what it's worth, you lived up to your promise in England that night
before we left. I'm proud of you and I'm damn sure Chris is too.' I didn't
have a chance to say any more because the film faded and the lounge lights
came on and everybody stood up again and clapped and Epsom's face went
bright red again.

   'I'm sorry about that Epsom,' said Heloise, 'but we have all gone
through that. I must say that for the first time, I feel honoured to have
been that person on that bed with you. You were lovely and I will be even
more delighted to be in any film with you. You have a natural talent that
will not stay hidden for very long.' She then gave her a quick kiss on the
lips and left us and I gave her hand another squeeze and got a grateful
smile in return. This had been the obstacle I had worried about and she had
taken it like a true hurdler.

   'After them all seeing that tonight, you'll never have to worry about
sleeping alone, be it male or female. You were absolutely wonderful Epsom,'
I said as I raised her hand up to my lips and kissed it.

   'Epsom! What a wonderful performance,' Pancho said, towering above us
with Richard hovering in the background. 'Let's you and I go and have a
talk and go over everything that we do here if you would excuse us Tom.' I
nodded and gave her hand an extra squeeze knowing that I wouldn't see her
any more that evening for she would be in bed with any other members of the
cast as I knew they would be queuing up to have a taste of our new star in
the making.

   Chris and I had a couple more drinks while we related our six months
holiday and also found out that they had been counting the days till our
return as they had three films in the pipe line and Richard was most eager
to get them going. We also had Debbie, Heloise and Thelma in the group with
Trevor, the girls trying to catch our eye as I think they had been missing
what Chris and I had between our legs with them stuck out here in the
desert and no other men apart from the said Richard and Trevor, and got
Chris out by pleading we still had jet lag and by tomorrow, we should be
back on form for filming etc.





                                            CHRIS

   I was glad when Tom got us out of the lounge. It was true though, we
still had the effects of jet lag in spite of our afternoon's sleep and all
I wanted on our first night back was Tom. To the cries of dismay from the
girls that we were going to bed so early, we departed the lounge and went
to our old room.

   As nice as the crowd were, it was still some relief to be away from them
and be alone with Tom once again. Tired as we were, I knew that we would be
doing something before we went to sleep and so got undressed quite
quickly. I had watched Epsom go through her initiation filming and got a
hard on which Trevor saw to by pulling me out of my trousers and sucking me
off till I came in his mouth.

   'We've all missed you and Tom,' he'd said when he raised his head off of
me. 'You taste even better than last time so the food must have been quite
good.'

   'I've missed you too Trevor,' I said, giving him a kiss before letting
him fold me back inside my clothes.

   'I think I've also upset the girls by getting to you first,' he
giggled. He wanted to know about our holiday and so I told him during the
second showing of Epsom with Heloise. But now I was glad to be alone with
my lover, loving every minute of watching him undress till he was naked,
the same as me. I think he had the same thoughts as me for I saw his prick
begin to stiffen up the same as mine now that we were alone and ready for
bed. I went into his arms and as his arms came round my back, mine went
round his waist and our bodies came together and our erections met again as
we pushed them up between us.

   'Tom, my darling husband Tom,' I breathed into his ear after we had
kissed and my face was now buried into his neck. 'I like saying that. My
husband Tom. This is Chris, your wife that wants to be loved and feel that
weapon that is between us up inside me.' I was moving my body across his so
that my penis was rubbing alongside his.

   'Oh Chris! I'm ready now,' he whispered as he held me tight in his
arms. I could see over his shoulder the dressing table stool and guided him
back towards it, and when he felt it touch his calves, let go of me and sat
down. His big black cock was sticking up like a flag pole from between his
thighs and I went down on my knees and took the head of it into my mouth.

   'Not too much my darling,' he said as he stroked the hair on my head.

   'I know,' I said, getting up and reaching for the cream that was on the
side. 'I want this inside me, to tear me, to make me as happy as I want you
to be.' I put a dab of cream on top of his erection seeing the stark
contrast in colour between that and his skin.

   'Condom?' Tom queried.

   'No condom. I want to feel the real you and feel you come inside me and
not into a rubber tube,' I said as I moved astride him, my hands on his
shoulders and my legs opened wide.

   'Hold it ready for me,' I said as I let go of his shoulders and put my
hands down to the cheeks of my arse to spread them open for him. Then I
slowly went down and felt the head of him touch me in the right place
before taking my hands away and putting them back onto his shoulders.

   'Now you can really love me,' I said as I then let my body go down and
felt his cock head expand my ring to almost screaming point, but I kept my
face impassive, taking the pain without showing it. The head finally
slipped in and then, with a sigh, I sank further down with him filling me
till I was sitting on top of his thighs.

   'Oh Christ Tom I love you so much,' I cried as I pulled my own body
tight to his, squashing my erection between us as I kissed him. His cock
was moving inside me as I moved my own body and it was a heavenly feeling
as I felt it pulse and throb in the place where it was.

   'Now love me,' I said as I mashed my lips to his and began to move up
and down on his shaft. His arms came round my back to help me in my
movements and I rode him hard to feel every inch of his tool rasp my
insides in spite of the cream. I came first with our bodies masturbating my
cock up between us and I think it was him feeling my own throbbing piece
gushing out that made him surge up and begin to throw his seed up into
me. I felt the expansion of the head and clearly felt the pulse beat at
every jerk as he came inside me, pulling me hard to him as he ground me
down onto his groin in the throes of his coming. My hands went up and held
his face as I covered it with kisses as we made these final movements of
our joined bodies, squeezing him hard with my internal muscles as we
bounced those last few moments of our sexual release.

   His black chest felt sweaty and sticky against mine as we held each
other tight, kissing and tonguing each other as we said inane words of love
between each gasp for breath. We came to a shuddering stop as all our fluid
was out, his inside me and mine on our lower chests, our arms tight about
each other as we rocked and swayed in the aftermath of our coming together.

   'I love you wife,' he said, his eyes full of that love as he looked into
mine.

   'And I love you, husband,' I replied, almost in tears at his declaration
once again.

   'But I think it's time we cleaned ourselves up and went to bed.'

   To which I think we both needed, though I was loathe to get up from his
lap and have that weapon, that tool, that object of my desire come out of
my body. I slowly began to stand up, feeling him leave me as I tried to
grasp it with my sphincter muscle, squeezing him tight as it was pulled out
of me and my ring suddenly expand once more as the head popped out free.

   I gave out a sob at this last touch of his still hard cock as it left my
body and quickly went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The cold
water shocking me back into my senses and also disguising the tears as the
water flowed over my head and body, cooling me down to appear normal when
he came and joined me under the spraying jet. There we both washed each
other, taking care of the crown jewels, exchanging gentle kisses as we did
so until it was time to get out and get dried. Back into the bedroom, dried
and still naked, we got into bed to go into each other's arms to kiss and
cuddle before falling asleep.

   Breakfast was a gay affair in the sense that everybody seemed happy,
especially Epsom, who I think had now found a new meaning to loving sex. It
seemed that it had been Debbie who had really taken her into that world of
female love last night as she appeared to touch her hand more than was
necessary at the table. The talk was lively and I think the girls were
anxious to get back into making some more films and having us on the side,
as it were. Richard was busting to tell us of some films he wanted to make
as much as the girls. He regaled us with what he had done with the three
months filming we had done prior to our holiday, making four films out of
our work.

   'And there's more in the pipeline Christopher,' Pancho said.

   Pancho had had me that first night I arrived at the villa, before Tom
and I got together. I can't use the excuse that I was drunk, even though I
was, I knew he was seducing me and let it happen. Over the past three
years, we'd had sex quite a number of times, me being the recipient of his
cock and not minding it at all as it gave him some relief and me the
satisfaction of having a hard erection up inside me to give me pleasure. He
always used my full name to convey to me his desire to have me and I would
respond by using his correct Christian name.

   'Well I'd be most delighted to see what you have Sebastian,' I replied.

   'Great. Well come along after you've finished breakfast then,' he said,
rising up from the table and going through to his studio.

   With Pancho leaving the table was more of a general signal for everybody
else to get on with whatever they wanted to do, and it didn't take much
persuasion from the girls to get Tom to join them in the pool. I declined
the offer saying that I wanted to hear of the future scripts from Pancho
and so as they all stripped off at the poolside, Epsom included, I went off
to the studio.

   'I hope you enjoyed your holiday with Tom,' Pancho said as I entered.

   'The last month was a bit hectic with Epsom and her mother Angela, but,
yes, Tom and I had a nice time together.'

   'We all missed you both,' he said as he stroked my arm, 'you I missed
particularly.

   'I missed you too,' I said insincerely as I ran my hand down the front
of smock he wore when he painted, knowing that he would be naked underneath
it as my hand proved when I felt his erection.

   'I think this missed me too,' I continued as I let my towel that I had
draped my middle drop to the floor and went and lay down on his bed. He
came over and quickly took my erection in his mouth and with his hand,
brought me very quickly up to the point where I soon came into his hot
mouth for him to savour before swallowing.

   'Just as lovely as ever,' he said with a smile as he took off his smock
for me to see his short, but thick organ standing out stiff from his
groin. I dutifully rolled over onto my stomach and slid off the bed so that
my feet were flat on the floor and bent over with my hands on the
bed. Pancho liked to take me standing up and I felt his hands rub the
cheeks of my bum as he parted them and felt his probe touch my rear
end. With only that fraction of a second's hesitation, he pushed forward
into me and widened me enough for me to gasp as he slid inside me.

   He didn't use a cream or a condom, but some kind of oil and it was very
soothing and made him very slippery for me to try and hold with that one
muscle at my ring piece. But I liked it when he moved his fat length inside
as he held my hips while he fucked me. It was always a short, but intense
session when he moved in and out of me, pulling me back onto him as he
rammed forward till he held me tight as he jerked out his seed inside me. I
don't know why, but my legs always seemed to quiver when I was bent over in
this position, but I liked the sensations that he gave me as he had me in
this fashion.

   Too soon, he was pulling out and then going into his bathroom to wash
himself while I used the towel I had been wearing to wipe myself.

   'Thank you Chris,' he said when he returned, 'that was as good as the
first time, and as it is every time.'

   'You're welcome Pancho,' I said with a smile.

   Then it was down to business and he told me that Tom and I had just over
one hundred and forty thousand dollars added to our bank accounts whilst we
had been away and another payment was due in quite shortly. Then he ran
through a few scenarios for me to comment on before he put pen to paper to
write them down. Why he used me as his sounding board for his ideas, I
never found out, but he seemed to take note of what I said and used some of
them in his scripts. By the time we'd gone through this, it was lunchtime
and so it was back to the poolside and a welcome beer as well as the
delicious salad that Maria turned out for us.

   I could see that Epsom was enjoying herself and noticed that her skin
was quite pinky from the sun and commented on it and that she should be
careful and not make the same mistake that I had when I had first arrived
there by having too much of a good thing.

   'You are talking of the sun I presume?' she asked with a mischievous
smile on her face as she gave me a wink. 'Well I'm going to have a nap this
afternoon as I didn't get much sleep last night.' That smile came again and
I saw her glance across at Debbie who was trying to get her hand under the
table and onto Tom's cock.

   As the lunchtime party broke up, I wasn't at all surprised to have
Trevor draw me into the lounge and then taking that route, lead me to his
room. He was more anxious than Pancho had been and was kissing me as soon
as we got into the room. There was no point in trying to slow him down, so
I joined in by kissing him back as though he was the one person I had
missed the most since being away. So in the space of three hours, I was
having my cock sucked as if there was no tomorrow before being rolled over
and having his steaming erection shoved up my arse.

   Though I started out by being on my knees, he soon bore me down onto the
bed so that he could lay on my back as he moved his own body over mine as
he fucked me. With his weight on me plus my clenched buttocks gave him a
much tighter grip around his tool as it moved inside me in short
strokes. Also he learned that I didn't mess up his bed covers if he sucked
me off first. He was a voluble fucker in that he nearly always talked his
way through a good fuck.

   'By God this is great Chris! Better than all the girls. So tight and
smooth. Best piece of ass in the place. Missed this did you? I certainly
did.'

   I didn't bother to answer the question but let him carry on with his
talk and rather liked his different way of having me with his quick jerky
movements he had until he almost made a bow of his body as he stiffened
when he came, shooting his goo up into me. At least he wiped my backside
with a damp cloth when he finished with me before seeing to himself. Then
through the heat of the afternoon, we lay together on his bed as he went
through the scripts that were ready for filming, though this was more
Richard's domain than his.

   I was glad to get back to my own room for a shower and found that Tom
was there, having just finished his.

   'Trevor?' he asked as I threw off my towel to go for a shower.

   'Right on. I suppose Richard will want his bit before the night's over,'
I shouted over the noise of the water. 'Who was it collared you?' He told
me who it had been.

   'Thelma? Well that's surprised me. I thought it would have been
Heloise,' I replied.

   'No. Her claws are hooked into me for tonight,' he grinned.

   'Oh shit. That means it's either Richard all night or sleep on my own
because I'm not staying the night with Thelma,' I said as I began to get
dressed for dinner. Tom was already in casual clothes, and like him, I
adopted not to wear socks and shoes at night. The whole place was carpeted,
except the pool area, and it was easier to just shuck off your shirt and
trousers than bother with the rest, and those two items were easier to find
than socks and shoes when you wanted to leave. Epsom would probably learn
that the girls only wore a simple dress or just a top and skirt, I don't
think I ever found one of them wearing panties or bras in the evening.

   So dressed in a pair of light blue slacks with matching shirt, Tom the
same except his was tan, we went round to the bar just off the lounge for
pre-dinner drinks. We weren't the last ones to arrive but we were still
soon separated as drinks were pressed into our hands and it felt good to be
really back amongst them and hear their noisy chatter. Epsom looked radiant
as she talked to Pancho and Richard and when she saw me, dragged me over
into their talk. She positively gushed over the drawings of Tom and myself
that Pancho had obviously shown her.

   'Pancho has agreed to draw some of me,' she beamed, 'and I asked if he
could do one with you and me.'

   'Well it can't be in the same pose can it?' I laughed and so did the two
men and got a light slap on the arm from her.

   'Maybe not, but it can be something similar,' she said coyly. I let

it go at that because it was going to be her picture, let her or Pancho
decide what pose they wanted.

   'I've just been telling Epsom,' Richard said, 'of some films that we are
ready do.'

   'They sound fabulous Chris. Have you heard about them?' Epsom asked me.

   'No. Richard's going to show me later what's he's got lined up for me,'
I said with a straight face and Pancho smirked and Richard just
grinned. Epsom didn't get the joke so I let it pass.

   'Yes, I've got a big one coming up,' Richard couldn't help but
say. 'It's quite a big part for Chris.'

   'I'm sure Chris can manage whatever you've got for him,' Epsom said and
then looked puzzled as the three of us burst out laughing.

   'You are a treasure Epsom,' Pancho said when he got his breath
back. 'You really are. Have another drink.'

   So after a little more banter, we went into dinner and I finished up as
I expected, sitting next to Richard and heard of the films he had completed
while we were away. Also that he wanted to do a couple of films of a
homosexual nature because that market is going way up he said. I thought of
how Tom and I had made love on the stool and thought that would look good
on a big screen and so I agreed with him. Any film where I had Tom stuck up
inside me was a film I couldn't turn down.

   After that excellent dinner, we went out into the lounge to see who was
going to be on the big screen for that evening. There were hoots and
catcalls when it was seen that Thelma and Trevor went into the
bedroom. They were married and it didn't seem right to the rest that they
should perform for us, but they made a good showing of it because she gave
him a tit roll as the finale. Richard was handling the remote for the
camera in the room and managed to zoom in to get the coming of Trevor as he
sprayed it out all over Thelma's face and neck. She had to go and wash
after they'd finished and took the banter in good spirit when she finally
reappeared in the lounge.

   After Richard had set the tape up for the re-run, he came to where I was
sitting and asked me to go to his room to see what scripts he had ready. I
knew it was more than that, but went willingly. It wasn't often that I got
the chance to have four different cocks up inside me in one day.

   All the rooms were designed basically the same except for a slight
change in the wall covering and curtain material. As he opened the door and
ushered me in, his hand stroked my bum as I passed him and I went and sat
on his bed.

   'I missed you while you were away Chris,' he said as he came and sat
down beside me, his hand quite high up on my thigh.

   'I missed everybody,' I replied, covering his hand with mine and moving
it to his crotch and felt he was up and ready even though his hand was
under mine. 'Don't bother with the scripts. There's only one thing I want
to see.'

   I didn't need to say any more, for he stood up and was quickly undressed
to show me his erection which I knew he was dying to use on me. I too got
up and took my clothes off and got back onto the bed giving him enough room
to join me. This he did and with just a quick peck on the lips, began to
stroke my erection. Richard wasn't one for kissing I had found out, nor for
sucking on my cock. All he wanted to do was get his end away and I was a
willing vessel for him to spill his seed into when he had the need.

   I rolled over onto my stomach and was surprised when he actually gave me
a kiss on each cheek before getting off the bed to don a condom. I wanted
him to get it over with quickly because I didn't really want to spend the
night with him. I went up onto my knees and though I didn't really feel
much for the man himself, I still liked his cock as he pushed himself up
into me and really gave me a good fucking. He must have been saving it up
for he didn't last long before he was grinding himself up tight to me as he
shot his load. I kept myself up off the bed not wanting to come myself just
yet and rewarded him with a big gasp as he pulled out of me. Like Trevor,
he had the decency to wipe my backside for me and then I rolled over onto
my back just to see if he would go down on me, but he didn't.

   So we lay there and talked for about twenty minutes before I said I was
feeling a bit tired and wanted to go to bed in my room. He didn't argue
when I got dressed and I gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for
the fuck and went back into the lounge. I expected it to be empty, but
there were Heloise and Thelma still sitting at a table talking so I went
and sat down with them. Santos had gone to bed so Heloise went behind the
bar and got me a drink and found she was a bit heavy handed on the
gin. She'd also brought back a pack of cards with her.

   'Well there's three of us here and I gather Richard is all alone in his
room,' she said as she got the cards out of the packet and gave them a
quick shuffle as she looked at Thelma.

   'Highest goes with Chris, Richard is second choice. Aces high,' said
Heloise, pushing the pack towards Thelma. She gave a wan smile at me as she
licked her lips and then cut the cards and revealed the nine of
hearts. Heloise quickly took another portion of the pack and turned it over
to reveal the jack of clubs.

   'It's Richard for you Thelma,' she said with a triumphant grin on her
face as she put her arm through mine. 'I've got Chris!'

   'Best of three!' said Thelma somewhat desperately.

   'No way! He's mine for the night,' Heloise said as she stood up,
dragging me up too as she held my arm tightly in hers. 'Have fun,' and she
almost dragged me out of the lounge and out to the hall that led to her
room. 'Did you see her face drop?' she chortled with glee as we got to her
bedroom door and she opened it. We went in and I was almost thrown on the
bed as she let the door slam behind her and pounced on me.

   'Oh Chris, Chris,' she cried as she smothered my face with kisses. 'It's
been so miserable here without you. You can only take so much of Trevor and
Richard. I'm glad you're back!' Her fingers were undoing my shirt buttons
and then tugging at my trousers as she left the shirt for me to pull off as
she released my organ for her to kneel down and suck on.

   'Let's get undressed properly,' I said, trying to get her hot mouth off
of me, nice though it was. Her face was flushed and she was panting as she
quickly stood up and whipped her dress off as I got my legs free from my
trousers. Then she was back on top of me, squashing what I'd got somewhat
painfully.

   'God I've wanted this for some time now,' she panted as she wiggled up
on my chest so that my cock fell free between her legs. Then she moved back
down and I was amazed that she didn't even use her hands and my cock just
seemed to follow the wet slippery trail up between her thighs and felt it
slide into her hot and waiting cavern. Only when it was inside her did she
rise up so that she was then sitting astride my thighs with my erection
hard and tight up into her.

   'Oh Christ Chris, this is heaven,' she cried out as she threw her head
back and pushed up her small breasts with her hands as she gave me a bump
and grind with her hips. She then gave me a smile and picked up my hands
and put them on her breasts as she began to ride me, leaning forward to
give her upper inner lips a rasping from my cock as it moved in and out of
her to the motions she was doing with her body.

   My arse was still tingling from four times being reamed but I was able
to hold back to time my coming with her as she screamed out as she did
so. I actually felt the hot gush around my cock as she came and let myself
go so that whatever I was pumping out into her was being washed back down
by the sheer volume of juices that she produced. She came to a shuddering
stop and I could feel the sweat popping out of her skin through the palms
of my hands as her head slumped forward. I think it was only my
outstretched arms and hands that held her upright, impaled on my cock. I
could feel our juices running down between my thighs and coating my balls
that I hoped she was going to clean up with her mouth and tongue.

   I gently eased her down so that she lay on my chest while still inside
her and marvelled at how much a woman gives when she has an orgasm. She
seemed almost boneless as she flopped and lolled atop of me, her small
sweaty breasts crushed against my chest and I could smell the heady scent
of her sex that sent my senses reeling. I held her tight and rocked her
whilst she was like this, but helpless as she was, it was still a nice
thrill that I could reduce a woman like her to this almost paralytic state.

   It was several minutes before she came alive again and then it was to be
smothered again in kisses that started at my face and went ever lower till
she was sucking on me to clean up the mess we had made together. It's an
almost indescribably feeling to have your balls in someone's mouth and have
them rolled around like marbles as they are sucked. It was glorious.

   She eventually came back up the bed to nestle herself in my arms and I
think we both then went to sleep for I do not remember anything till the
early hours of the morning. I woke up feeling a cramp in my left arm where
Heloise was laying on it. I managed to get it free without waking her and
saw that it was nearly seven o'clock. I smiled down at her sleeping body,
marvelling at how much energy was in that small girl/woman, for that's how
she appeared to me.

   A Eurasian that had the body of a pubescent girl and yet knew more than
any woman twice her age in matters of sex and of how to please a man. Her
body was honey coloured without the need of the sun and had a gloss, a
sheen that a lot of models would have died for. Her breasts were small but
perfectly rounded and had dark aureoles with a lighter shade of brown to
the nipples which were soft at this moment as she slept. When aroused, they
became like small nuts that made you want to crack them between your teeth
as you would a kernel to get at the soft fruit that was inside. It almost
made me feel like a paedophile with her body looking as fresh and unsullied
as any fourteen or fifteen year old child and yet I knew she was twenty one
years of age.

   I then remembered on almost my first, no it was my first night there at
Pancho's villa that we had sex for the first time. I had been fucked by
Pancho and Heloise and Trevor had joined in whilst I was been seen to by
the man himself. The rest of the night I do not remember, but in the
morning; with a sore arse and Heloise stuck on the end of my tool, I had
charged out through the French windows with her still attached and plunged
into the pool. Richard had said afterwards that he'd wished he'd had the
camera set up, so I thought why not give a repeat performance.

   I reached for the telephone which was fortunately on my side of the bed
and saw what the number was for his room on the inter-house line and
pressed his button.

   'Hello,' came the groggy voice.

   'Good morning Richard,' I said as quietly as I could. 'How was Thelma?'

   'Ask me no questions,' he groaned, 'and I will tell you no lies.'

   'You know who this is speaking?'

   'Yes Chris. What do you want?'

   'Do you remember the first night I was here three years or so ago? I
came out of the French windows with Heloise? You said you'd wished you'd
had the camera set up?'

   'Yes,' I heard his voice that now seem to have perked up.

   'Is thirty minutes too long for you to be ready out by the pool?' I
asked.

   'You're in there now? You're going to do it again?' he asked.

   'Yes. Can you get set up in that time?'

   'No problem,' he said, sounding wide awake now.

   'Okay. When you hear a scream, it'll either be her or me, but have the
camera rolling.'

   'Will do,' he said and I heard his receiver go down with a crash. So I
replaced the one I was holding and then started to slowly ease my body down
the bed, taking the covering sheet with me until I had it off and I could
see Heloise in all her naked glory still sleeping like a child. I gently
eased her legs apart, moving slow as I didn't want to awake her just yet,
and she gave out a small groan, but shifted her body nicely so that she was
flat on her back with her legs wide open for me to begin.

   It took only a few licks of her vagina before she was awake and aware of
what was going on and gave out a sigh of pleasure and opened her legs even
wider for me to use my mouth as well as my tongue. It wasn't my intention
to bring her to an orgasm them, but I did and she screamed out and I was
cursing her and hoped that Richard would understand that it was a false
alarm.

   I couldn't get up her body to silence her because she'd clamped me
between her thighs and I knew that Richard would understand when we didn't
appear that it would be at the next scream which might have to be
mine. Prying her legs open to release my head so that I could breathe, I
then moved up her body until I slipped inside her and began to really fuck
her.

   She was fully awake now and responded by wrapping her legs round my
waist as I kept driving into her, pounding our stomachs together and at the
same time, moving us to the edge of the bed. Then with one big heave, I was
able to turn her so that I could swing my legs out of the bed and place
them on the floor whilst still inside her and her legs wrapped round my
waist.

   I then bounced her on my lap as she smothered my face with kisses as we
fucked in this position and when I felt she was near her peak, I took a
deep breath and stood up, lifting her with me that settled her even more on
my cock buried up inside her. Then she came, again in a flood as I held her
in my arms as she twisted about in the throes of her second orgasm, me
coming at the same time. I had to move because I knew, even though I was
pumping my own sperm into her, if it finished too soon, I wouldn't be able
to carry her out.

   I gave one final heave up into her and gave out a roar and then let her
weight be the balance to carry my momentum out through the waving net
curtain and stagger to the pool and fall in with us still coupled
together. The shock of the cold water split us apart and we came up
spluttering to the surface to find that nearly everybody was there to clap
and cheer us as they did once before. But this time, Richard had caught it
on film and it made for a good laugh afterwards and was actually used in a
later film.

   Heloise took it in a good spirit and when we got out of the pool, we sat
down for our breakfast. Though it was the norm to wear some lower clothing
at breakfast, we ignored it and we all had a good laugh at what had just
gone down.

   'Just as good as last time,' Richard declared, 'and we've got it on

film this time.'

   'Do you film everything?' Epsom asked of him. I couldn't help but admire
her for she was like one of the girls already, sitting there at breakfast
without a top on. Her breasts almost white in comparison to the others, but
looking big and healthy all the same.

   'As much as I can if it involves sex,' he laughed. 'Wait till I show
that special clip of Debbie and Tom that I doctored,' he said with a
laugh. That was the one where he filmed Tom striding towards the breakfast
table wearing a pair of see through swim suits where you could see his
organ lying cross wise to his thighs. Then a clip of Debbie, naked, doing
the same walk, but when he transposed Tom's hips to Debbie's, well, you
would have thought she was a hermaphrodite with her big tits and this big
cock between her thighs. Epsom loved it when she did get to finally see it.

   'Okay everyone,' Pancho cried out as we neared the end of our
breakfast. 'Today we begin filming The Farm,' which caused a hubbub of
excitement, but I'd better fill you in on what had gone on before we had
arrived back at the villa from our holiday.

   Pancho and Richard were always on the lookout for locations to do a lot
of our filming, and for this one, they needed a working farm. They'd found
one and made a deal with the farmer that we could rent it for two weeks,
giving them enough money to have a vacation while we were there. It was
agreed that the existing farm hands would still see to the livestock etc,
but wouldn't appear in the film. They were due to go off the very next day
and that was when we would move in. It wasn't that far from the villa,
about two hours drive, so we would be back every night at the end of the
day.

   So let me give you the cast and the roles they would play. First there
was the farmer, being played by Trevor, and his wife would be Thelma, to
which she kicked up about as always being cast as the mother or maiden aunt
in most films. Debbie and Epsom would be the two daughters of said farmer
and Heloise would be the house servant. My role was to be a country hick
who worked on the farm and was really as thick as two short planks. Tom
would be an itinerant bum who applied for work on said farm.

   There was no real story line to the film as it was just a matter of
seeing who got fucked by whom on this farm. Basically Trevor got to fuck
his wife, Thelma, as well as having the servant, Heloise. I was teased
unmercifully by the two daughters being a dumb hick. This involved them
teasing me with their breasts and fannies, getting me to lick them out and
having them play with my dong, sucking as well as, later on, get to fuck
them. Tom applies for work and is then overwhelmed by not only the
daughters, but the wife and servant too. There's even one scene where the
girls taunt me and Tom into us having sex together so that they could
watch. I did like that one. Having Tom stuck up inside me after having
sucked on him.

   We spent the whole two weeks on the farm doing the outside and barn
scenes and the odd couple we made back at the villa, but overall, it was a
bloody good film. Dinner that night of our final day of shooting was one of
high gaiety as we were all sure of it being a success. When Tom and I had
first arrived at the villa, all the films were sent away for titling and
having the music added. But now, with getting in the equipment, this was
done here by Pancho and Richard what with the extensive music collection
Pancho had, he was able to mix and match as he liked. His uncanny choice
and knowledge of what was available, made all the difference to our films
and I'm sure, contributed a great deal to the finished product.

   At that dinner, I drank too much as usual, and, ignoring the cries of
the girls, dragged Tom off to our room so that I could have a re-enactment
of our scene together in the barn. I got his clothes off fast and went down
on him to suck on his already erect tool, taking that throbbing piece of
flesh into my mouth to suck and slaver over as I did in the film. Then,
lacking a bale of hay, bent over the back of the arm chair after taking my
clothes off for him to enter me from behind.

   Like the film, we didn't use a condom and this time, he came inside me
instead of finishing off by coming all over my back for the camera to see
his emission come flying out. We'd held Tom back for this scene so that
when he did come, he was able to make the whole lot stretch from the cheeks
of my bum right up to the hairline of my neck. What a sight that was on the
screen of his come spraying out that length in one stream leaving this
marked trail all up my spine, that alone was worth an Oscar.

   But this night I kept him inside me, revelling in his hardness as he
fucked me till he had to let go with his gripping me tight for his violent
jerking movements that thrilled me so much. In the film, I had one of the
girls suck me off afterwards as the camera moved in close to see her pick
hay from my pubic hairs as she mouthed me. Tonight, Tom did the honours and
pleased me by taking it all and swallowing it.

   Then it was into the shower for me to wash him and myself before going
to bed to kiss and cuddle before falling asleep. But we had a repeat
performance in the morning but with a condom this time and me having Tom in
the same way.

   Normally, we had a few days grace between films, but this time for
Richard was there at the breakfast table with the next script which he read
out as we ate. He explained that they had already scouted out a location
for the next film and had made the arrangements of hiring a motel for the
scenes of the film that were required. Also, they had found an abandoned
shack out in the desert that suited the script perfectly. The girls groaned
in unison when it was learned that there would only be one female in this
film and that he was giving the part to Epsom. Three men were involved,
that being Tom, myself and Trevor.

   That Epsom couldn't drive a car didn't worry him in the slightest as
most of it would be faked anyway as he told us the story line plot of the
film. Epsom would drive into the motel's parking lot and go and book a
room. Trevor was the desk clerk and there would be a quick shot of a
newspaper on a side desk next to an almost full bottle of whisky.  She
would then go to her room and he would sit down and pour himself a drink
from the bottle and we would then see the front page of this newspaper
properly.

   There was a picture, a police photo of Epsom complete with a number on a
board below her chin. The headlines screamed about the escape of this woman
and was known to be dangerous. Another smaller headline told more of her
whilst on her escape, of doing a bank raid and killing two people and
getting away with one hundred thousand dollars in cash.

   Then there are cuts back and forth between the office and her room. One
where she strips her clothes off till naked before having a shower. In the
office of Trevor making a large ring round her face with a marker pen on
the newspaper and the level of the whisky in the bottle getting less. Epsom
in the shower, lathering her breasts and between her thighs. Back to the
office to see the bottle level even lower and Trevor now circling the
amount of money she has stolen. Epsom drying herself and inspecting what
she has got between her legs as she does so. Trevor in the office stroking
his obvious erection inside his trousers as the spirit level of the bottle
is quite low now.

   Epsom now wraps the towel round herself and sits before the vanity
mirror to brush her hair as we flip back to the office where Trevor stands
up and finishes the bottle without a glass and then throws the bottle and
newspaper to one side and staggers out of the office.

   Weaving his way down past other cabins, he uses a pass key and bursts
into Epsom's room and slams the door behind him. She jumps up, demanding to
know what he means by bursting in like he did. Trevor grasps the front of
the towels and gives her a back hander across the face that knocks her to
the bed. He hasn't let go of the towel that has now come off her body so
that she sprawls on the bed with legs and arms akimbo from the blow.

   Trevor staggers as he pulls his trousers off to reveal an erection and
he climbs on the bed to rape her. She seems to come round as he begins his
fucking of her, close ups of this, and feebly tries to throw him off
without much success. At the point of his coming, he pulls out of her and
gets astride of her chest and then jerks himself off to come all over her
face. Her hand slides up under her pillow and then stabs him in the lower
chest, this being viewed from behind Trevor so that you don't actually see
the penetration of the knife, but you do see blood spurt out onto her
breasts and face as she does so.

   I interrupted him here by saying that shouldn't he show a clip of her
placing this knife under the pillow before she goes for her shower.

   'Good point,' said Richard, making a note on his script before
continuing with the story.

   Trevor rolls off the bed with much groaning, clasping his wound and she
rolls after him and out of sight of the camera though you can see her, she
stabs him several times, more blood spurting up to splash onto her heaving
tits. She then grabs a dress and puts it on without bothering to clean
herself, gets her shoes on and grabs her case that is holding the money and
flees the motel.

   It is night and she just drives off in panic and takes the first road to
turn off the highway though this is more of a track than a road. Inside
shots of the car as well as outside ones, especially the one where it is
seen that she has obviously missed a turning and is therefore heading out
into the desert.

   Shots of rocky and sandy terrain as seen from the car by the vehicle's
headlights and now come flashes of the car's fuel gauge until the car
misfires and comes to a halt with the gauge tight against the end stop
showing that it was now empty.

   Epsom leaves the car carrying this case and stumbles along in the dark,
falling over, losing her shoes and getting her dress caught on prickly
bushes that finish up almost tearing her dress off. As it is, dawn breaks
with her still stumbling along, shoeless and one tit fully exposed and the
other almost in full view and most of the bottom half of her dress missing,
only just covering her minge.

   With full daylight, she comes within sight of this shack and Tom comes
out, unaware of her at this time, and pulls his cock out from his trousers
and has a pee. Cross flashes of his cock as he does so and Epsom, catching
sight of him and calling out. He hears her cries and when finished, puts
himself away and calls out to the shack and runs over to her. Chris then
emerges from the shack and goes towards Tom who has now reached Epsom.

   Tom gets his arms up under her shoulders as Chris arrives and picks up
her legs. In picking her up, more of her dress tears away now fully
revealing her sex which Chris grins at seeing this between her two legs in
his arms as they carry her into the shack.

   As they lay her on one of the beds, her other tit comes out of the rag
she is now wearing and they see the blood and dirt that she is covered
in. Between them, they wash her body after tearing off what is left of her
clothes and this is rather explicit, the washing process, before drying her
and covering her with a sheet.

   Then comes the dialogue about how they are prospecting for gold in a
mine that they have dug and what should they do with her. With no
satisfactory answer, they go off into the mine and leave her to sleep. When
they return, she is up with just the sheet wrapped round her and has made
coffee and a meal of sorts for them.

   More dialogue which turned out that she either slept on the floor or in
one of the two beds with whoever was in it. That's how it starts off but
she soon leaves the hard floor and gets into bed with Tom. Then we have the
sex between Tom and Epsom with lots of close ups of him moving in and out
of her until he pulls out at the last minutes and comes all over her
stomach and tits. Chris has been watching and demands his share and so she
moves over to his bed and we have the same again.

   She's up in the morning to make them breakfast and they then go off to
work in the mine. Chris comes out early and takes her on the bed again
before going back out, before Tom comes and has another bit. They're still
in bed when Chris gets back and without her seeing, he opens her case and
finds it full of money.

   So he moves it to another place, hidden and sets a booby trap with it
using a stick of dynamite and a wire fixed to the back of the case. He then
goes and joins the other two and we have a three way sex session of Chris
fucking Epsom doggie fashion while she is chewing off Tom. He comes over
her face whilst Chris sends his stream up her back and over the cheeks of
her bum.

   Chris gets up early and goes to the mine where we see him rig up another
booby trap with a trip wire and while he is doing this, Epsom finds that
her case is missing. She then tells Tom what is in the case and that she
will share it with him if he can find it. Two ways would be better than
three she suggested.

   Chris comes back into the shack and then we have another three way
session, Tom taking Epsom for the rear as she sucks off Chris. Still naked,
Tom gets off the bed and gets a gun and threatens Chris as to where he's
hidden the case, but he refuses to say and makes a lunge for the gun. Both
naked men fight and the gun goes off and it is Chris who is killed.

   Epsom, naked also, now demands what Tom intends to do about the body of
Chris and of now finding out where he hid her case. Tom says that he will
get rid of Chris first and gets him up into his arms and says that he is
going to bury him in the mine.

   We then get a naked Tom carrying a naked Chris from the shack and into
the mine. Close up of Tom's legs as he goes inside and see him then trip
the wire that Chris had set up.

   Outside shot of the entrance to the mine as the dynamite explodes and
showers of dust and dirt come out from this entrance. Epsom, still naked,
has her hand to her face in horror knowing that both men are now dead and
so rushes back into the shack to try and find her case. She rips out wooden
planks from the walls in her frantic search and finally reveals the case in
a small niche.

   The camera pans in with her outstretched hand and you see her grasp the
handle and begin to pull the case out. You also see the wire stretch and
then break.

   Outside again and you see the whole shack explode and during the
settling dust and debris come up the final credits.

   'Well? What do you think?' Richard sat back, swilling down the last
dregs from his coffee cup. There was a moment's pause before everybody
started to clap, each having visualised the film as he had described it and
thought that it would make for a good film.

   'Like the Treasure of the Sierra Madre, John Houston,' said Pancho
somewhat drily.

   'Similar yes. One of greed but a better ending for those who thought
that they could get something for nothing, but I don't think that this
would ever get to scale those heights,' said Richard.

   'That I do agree with, but it will make a bloody good film anyway,'
Pancho beamed, and so it was settled, that was our next film which took
only ten days to make. Epsom, this now being her third film, thoroughly
enjoyed herself having just the two of us fuck and generally abuse her,
apart from the one scene with Trevor. She could now relax and act more
natural in front of other people who would be watching and wasn't afraid to
listen to advice when it was given.

   To finish off the story of this film which, incidentally, was called
Poetic Justice, made us a small fortune but was also seen by a big film
distributor who contacted Pancho nearly a year later for us to do a remake
for national distribution. In other words, he liked the story and if we cut
out the explicit sex scenes, he would see that it got sent out on the
legitimate circuit.

   This actually took longer to film than the original because of the
lighting aspect. Whereas we had plenty of light so that the sex could be
seen in all its glory, now it had to be implied by the use of
shadows. Though in most films the sex is simulated even though they are
both covered with the bed sheet, we still went for the real thing by
actually fucking Epsom but still being covered. She showed some breast, but
not much, more to titillate than to offend. The shack had to be rebuilt but
the cost was minimal when taken into account. The film was well received
but nowhere good enough to win Oscars or anything, but Angela was thrilled
when she saw a copy and hoped that all her films would be that
circumspect. It made money for us all which was what counted in the long
run. Epsom had been in England when the decision had been made and she flew
over especially to do this re-make. But as I said, that was fully a year
later when we did this.

   Back to the present and we now had a couple of days off and Epsom
reminded me that she wanted me in a couple of poses with her for Pancho to
sketch. This I was all for and with her twisted little mind, she wanted the
same poses that I had been in with Tom for our montage only her being me as
it were, and me taking the poses of Tom.

   It was her sparkling eyes that made the drawings come alive as she
looked up at me in two of them. The one where she is holding my erection in
her hand and the other when she has it in her mouth. Like me, she couldn't
resist sucking and teasing me with her tongue till I shot my load for her
to roll around in her mouth before swallowing. She got told off several
times by Pancho for making me come too soon before he'd finished his
sketching. He even managed to make one look like a three D picture where
her breasts actually seemed to come out of the paper to hit you in the eye
as she gave you a mischievous grin and have a twinkle in her eye. Move over
Norman Rockwell was my thought.

   But as much as I loved Epsom through our association in France and
England, my heart and body still belonged to Tom, and I didn't care who
knew it but I think he was a bit jealous.





                                                TOM

   I was jealous and I admit that, but even so, they did look good together
when we all viewed the finished pictures and we congratulated Pancho more
than the subjects. Chris couldn't stop apologising to me that Epsom had
chosen him to be in her pictures and after lunch when we got to our room,
the only way to stop him speaking was to put my dick in his mouth.

   We'd undressed and showered and got onto the bed before I did this and
decided to do the same, so I moved round having my cock almost screwed off
by my movement. He had one leg half bent as he went onto his side and his
erection was hard and sticking up towards his stomach. I ran my fingertips
up the side of it and I could see his leg tremble at my touch, his hot
mouth on me and his tongue moving around the head of my cock as he
sucked. I teased him by gently running my hand up the soft skin of his
sheath, feeling the muscle beneath begin to throb with the expectation of
what I was going to do. Then I blew gently into the eye of his cock just to
see his leg tremble again before flicking it with my tongue. It was only
when he began to squirm and almost bite me that I lowered my head onto him
and gave one powerful suck to almost swallow him whole. Then it was to
taste and tease him in the same way as he was doing to me, moving his balls
around in their sac as I slowly moved my head up and down on his cock.

   We were now professional enough to be able to hold back from coming
until we wanted to release ourselves, so we were like this for over half an
hour before I decided that enough was enough. As I sucked on his hard
rubbery flesh in my mouth, I let my body take over and soon came in his
mouth which in turn, triggered him off to come. Both of us held the base of
each other's cock as our hips took over and did the pumping between the
tightly held lips to simulate the vagina or arsehole that the cock thought
it was inside.

   As I came, Chris's head bobbed even faster to meet my bucking hips and
take it all in and hold it till I'd finished before swallowing. But in the
meantime, he came in short sharp bursts that coated the lining of my upper
palate and throat. I stopped my bucking to let him finish coming and only
when he came to a stop did I swallow his emission and with us both empty,
began the process of licking each other clean.

   'Oh God I do love you Tom,' said Chris as he came up off me and into my
arms after we had turned round. He held me tight as he kissed me and I
returned them as my arms went round his neck. His eyes were shining with
that professed love and I couldn't help but grin and kiss him some more
before he nestled down into my arms, his head resting in the crook of my
arm and alongside my neck.

   'Do you know that if the world was to catch fire, explode or whatever, I
wouldn't care. Here in your arms I feel so safe that nothing could ever
harm me.' I could only give him a squeeze as I had no words to give him and
I didn't feel like trying to sing him a lullaby as he lay there safe. I did
gently rock him though as his hand stroked my chest, his movements getting
slower and slower as he drifted off to sleep. I too drifted off and only
awoke because of the pins and needles in my arm under his head a couple of
hours later. He came awake at my movements and came up the bed slightly so
that we could kiss and hold each tight as our close bodies began to
generate some heat in our loins to give us another erection each.

   I let him go first to put a condom on and have me from behind and I
liked his stroking of my back as he smoothly rode in and out of me as he
made love to me. My own cock began to really throb when he held me tight to
his thighs as he ground himself up to me as he jerked out his coming inside
me. Then it was my turn to enter him and see that I could give as much as
he could in that form of loving another man. If I'd of asked him to die as
I came inside him with my powerful thrusts, I think he would have done,
such was his love for me. He cried when I pulled out of him but he was
quickly round with tissues to pull off the condom to suck upon me at the
finish. He still had tears in his eyes when he rose up to kiss me once
again and say, not for the last time, that he loved me more than life
itself.

   We showered and got dressed for dinner and then went and had another
superb meal that Maria had made for us and we couldn't sing her praises
loud enough for what she could achieve with food from its raw
state. Pancho, the wine connoisseur that he was, never failed to find the
right wine from his superb cellar to compliment the meal. I visited his
cellar once and was amazed at how big it was beneath the villa and
marvelled at the thousands of bottles he had stored there. What was more,
he knew the name of each wine stored there and to what kind of meal they
each went with.

   If we didn't have the pool to swim in and lots and lots of sex to work
off our energy, we would all have been fat as pigs and probably would have
died of heart attacks from such good eating fare. Santos and his wife Maria
were well worth their share of what we made from the films for not only did
they do the cooking and serving, but saw to our rooms and laundry as well.

   Richard gave out over our coffee and brandy that he wanted to make a
start on the homosexual and lesbian films that would be made in stages to
be put together as a series of clips of sex between members of the same
sex. No story as such, but just exactly what goes on in this type of
relationship. It was to follow the format that Angela had first produced as
an educational film rather than one purely of sex for sex sake. It sounded
easy enough, but when we came to make the opening scenes, Chris and I found
it very difficult and it took us three days before he was satisfied and
that was just the title sequence.

   The opening shot was of a blank sheet of paper and Pancho's hand begin
to sketch the outlines of two human bodies. They were deft strokes that
came upon you so quickly he was that good, before the camera would pan up
to see the models that he was drawing. That was Chris and myself standing
quite still giving the camera a full frontal shot of us naked, our penises
slack between our thighs.

   Of course, it appeared as though Pancho was drawing at lightning speed
because they seemed to come to life very quickly. With the drawing almost
completed as it kept drifting backwards and forwards from paper to us, the
camera finally settled on us and at a hidden signal, we turned to face each
other. This was the bit we kept fucking up, because when we were then
facing each other, we were both supposed to get an erection at the same
time as we looked at each other. As our cocks rose up, so would come up the
title, Male Love.

   Now I think you can see the problem. How do you get two men to keep
their pricks slack and then come to life at the same time so that they both
rose up together. Chris and I couldn't help but look at each other, our
eyes looking down to see the other's cock rise and try to follow suit. We'd
finish up laughing as one would and the other wouldn't. It wasn't the same
one each time either so it wasn't a matter of not being able to get it up
but the timing.

   He eventually gave up trying to film us both at the same time and made
them separately and then melded the two films together and you couldn't
tell the difference when he was finally satisfied. Mind you, it did look
bloody good when he had finished with this opening shot. I was on the left
as you looked at the screen with Chris opposite me. Just after we had
turned to face each other, our cocks would start to come erect and as they
did so, they seemed to bring up the title of the film with them. Under mine
as it rose was the word Male and under that of Chris came Love. It looked
great with one big black cock and one big white one and the words below
them brought much clapping from the rest as we saw the final cut for the
opening of the film.

   From that shot we would then hold each other's forearm as we leaned in
to kiss each other on the lips, letting our cocks be seen clashing and
coming together. Then we broke apart and for me to stroke and hold Chris
before going down onto my knees to kiss and tongue the head before taking
it into my mouth. Taking in as much as I could and then slowly pull back
for the camera to see how much I had actually taken in. After several sucks
and close ups, I stood up for Chris then to do the same.

   Even though we now recognised ourselves as professionals after four
years of making these films, we couldn't help but burst out laughing from
some comment that was heard off camera. Then it was hand in hand that we
went to the bed to kiss and caress each other.

   The film reverted back to the flaccid penis and how it was brought erect
by the use of the fingers or hand of both of us before we got down to the
nitty gritty of sucking on each other. Commentary was added at a later date
because it wasn't shown of our actual coming in each other's mouth, so it
was shown later at how much does come out of the eye of the penis at the
point of ejaculation.

   We also did four different positions for anal sex with the stress on the
use of a condom for each separate act. I got to fuck Chris three times to
his once to me. Richard was delighted with the idea of using the stool
where Chris gets astride me and that he also comes between our chests,
demonstrating where both get to come at the same time. Chris loved that
scene too, having it on film of my cock moving up and down from his ring
piece as he bounced on my lap, with the shots of his coming between our
chests. We also showed about the licking and sucking up of each other's
sperm though this was cut out of re-makes at a later date because of the
AIDS scare. Overall, it was a good documentary of how two men made love to
each other.

   All four girls got to get a part in the lesbian version, even to the
point of making a daisy chain of them all sucking each other off at the
same time which I'd never seen before on film. These two films which were
eventually linked, took two months to make before Richard was satisfied for
it to go out for distribution.

   This was Trevor's part of the operation. He would take the finished film
round to quite a few people to get orders and then would have the
subsequent copies made and sold to them for sale in their own outlets. But
our days were numbered as Pancho and Trevor were well aware. They could
only go so far in the manufacture of their films to prevent piracy but the
day wasn't far off when our films could be copied and we would lose that
revenue. The idea was to get as many out as possible of a new film and
enjoy that money that came in from those sales. That's why our master copy
was never let out of Trevor's hand until it went for the making of the
quantity that had been ordered. If one of his outlets only wanted a few
copies, he didn't get them, because it was assumed that he would make
pirate copies out of these and not pay us.

   But this was in the future and so we made hay while the sun was still
shining. We made another two films which featured Epsom in the lead role
because of her visa expiry date and we all got roles so that we had sex
with her to give her something to remember us by. She even got to have
three cocks at once. Me flat on my back up her front, Trevor, because he
was the smaller of us three, having her anally while she sucked on Tom. She
loved it especially when all three cocks sprayed her with semen as we
jerked off over her. Then she got to nibble all three cocks as they were
rubbed round her cheeks to get covered in sperm for her to lick and suck.

   It was a tearful dinner party we had to say goodbye to her, and instead
of a live sex show that evening, we had a re-run of all the films she had
made with us. To top the evening off, or rather the night, she came into my
bed with Chris and the three of us said our goodbyes in the best way we
knew how. We fucked her silly, all night. We didn't get to sleep at all and
so we looked a sorry trio at breakfast. She was fully dressed at the table
and didn't eat at all but just sat there and sniffled and cried. Especially
when Trevor told her it was time to leave to catch the bus. She kissed
everybody, the girls crying and the men with tears in their eyes. Chris
openly cried as they kissed and hugged after she had kissed me with my hug
and promised to write to us later.

   We waved goodbye and the place suddenly seemed empty after that bubbling
effervescent girl had departed. She had left with a cheque in her bag for
six thousand dollars which wasn't bad for just under six months work. You
might not think it a lot, but that was net remember, food and lodging was
all found so it would really have been closer to ten.

   The rest of the morning was spent lazing around the pool and in the
water, and after lunch, Chris and I went to bed to catch up on our sleep
without having sex. Dinner was a quiet affair too and as Chris said he
didn't feel like giving a performance that evening, I went off with Debbie
and gave her a good rogering, giving her three orgasms to my one. Thelma
took the opportunity to have Chris in her mouth as the others watched the
screen.

   By the time Chris and I went to bed, we had just enough strength left to
have each other once. We took it slow and made our session last for nearly
an hour each what with the kissing and caressing before penetration.

   'I wish Epsom could have stayed,' Chris panted as I slowly moved myself
in and out of his tight rear end. 'She could now be underneath sucking on
me.'

   'She'd be stroking my balls too,' I replied as I savoured the pleasure I
was getting by fucking Chris like I always did.

   'Fuck me harder Tom,' Chris whispered. 'Make me really feel you so I can
forget her.' So I did, knowing how he felt and held him tight us I rammed
myself up into him, really pounding his backside with my thighs. Almost
pulling out to stretch his ring before slamming myself forward as I pulled
him back, making him grunt, hoping that this therapy was working. We were
both slippery with sweat by the time I came, him having already come all
over the bedcover from the violent movements we had made. I forced him down
onto his mess as I continued to pound into him as I came, grunting the same
as him, trying to rip him apart with my rigid cock.

   'I'll be sore for a week,' he whispered into the pillow as I lay on his
back, still up inside him. 'but it's just what I needed.'

   'Me too,' I breathed into his ear as I kissed the side of his neck,
tasting the salt from his sweat.

   'Let me clean you up,' he said, so I reluctantly pulled out of him,
loving that tight grip he used to try and hold me back. Then he pulled off
the condom with some tissues and took me into his mouth to savour the last
of my dregs while he squeezed me and licked what came out. Then we showered
and were soon back in bed to catch up on the rest of our sleep.

   Next day, the villa was almost back to normal, the breakfast routine
helped by discussing future films and I had a sneaking feeling that the
other girls were glad that Epsom had gone so that they could now get better
parts.

   We made six films that in my opinion are not worth talking about before
Epsom returned for that re-make of Poetic Justice which I have already
mentioned. It was nice to see her again and it wasn't long before we were
in bed together. Chris had his turn later. At dinner she told us all of the
four films that she had made in England with Karl since leaving us. Richard
skilfully got out of her what other films Karl had planned so that he could
adapt and get them made before Karl did.

   She stayed with us for three weeks while we made that second film and it
was this one that delighted Angela when she saw it. As I said, it didn't
win any awards or anything except give us a lot more credence in the
industry and gave us nearly a thousand percent return on our total
expenditure. Epsom returned to England two thousand dollars richer and we
went back to normal again.

   It was two years later that Chris and I decided that it was time for us
to retire from making these films. We'd made fourteen since Epsom left and
I cannot remember how many we had made in all over our five and a half
years at the villa. We gave Pancho and the rest six months notice that we
would be leaving, much to the dismay of all concerned. The fact is I had
seen the writing on the wall for our film making as the returns were
getting less and less as time went by. We both now had nearly five million
dollars in the bank each, enough for us to live on or buy into another
business.

   When we had got back from France, I, like Chris, gave away half a
million dollars to my brother, so our bank balance was now exactly the
same. We talked this over for many nights in bed as we kissed and lay in
each other's arms as to what we should do. Chris had been writing to his
parents on a fairly regular basis and it was clear from their letters to
him that they were disappointed that he hadn't finished college to get the
degrees necessary to take over his mother and father's pharmacy when they
retired.

  It was this that decided us to make overtures to the college for us to
return and finish our schooling with this as our ultimate goal. With our
degrees, we could then buy out Chris's parents so that they could retire
early and enjoy the rest of their lives together without being tied to the
drug store. The store itself had accommodation above where we could live
there while his parents could retire to their own home without us being
underfoot.

   When we made this announcement at dinner one night, it stunned the rest
to utter silence. Debbie broke it.

   'If they leave, I leave!' she stated. It took the whole of the meal to
talk her out of it. She would be needed to train whoever Pancho got in to
replace us I told her. I think six months was long enough for him to get
some other good looking hunks who wanted to show off the size of their
tackle on film, getting to fuck chicks to his heart's content. Though the
men folk, or the women come to that, were not happy with our decision, but
had to accept it and so Pancho had time to get our replacements.

   It was three months before one turned up. Dwight was his name and he was
a good looking kid, not as good looking as Chris nor as well endowed, but
good enough. He also had no problems about having sex in front of the
camera having worked for a rival firm as it were for the past two
years. The second man turned up a month later. He was Italian by birth and
went by the name of Enrico. Both Chris and I got to fuck him before we left
and found that he was a very likeable guy. The girls too liked his swarthy
looks and soon all had had him as well as Dwight.

   Our films over that last six months weren't up to much except our last
one. Richard had been wanting to make this for years and had to bring in
two other girls to make up the number. It was an adaptation from The
School. (Ed. note. Another from adult reading.es, book (10). It was of a
school of sexual awareness where each man gets to have each girl and also
man to man as well. The gym was cleared to be like a classroom with just
futons on the floor for us to have sex on and it also doubled up as the
dormitory. We had the bar and dining room already so that wasn't a problem.

   We had great fun in making it as we were all naked ninety nine percent
of the time and had to have an erection for well over half. You name the
position and it was seen on the screen whether it was mixed sex or of the
same gender, you got to see the lot. This was our swan song and felt sad
that we were leaving so many friends that we had made love to or loved
while we had stayed there. We had been accepted back into college and that
was our next destination after we had our farewell party. Pancho also had
news for us in the form of a letter from France. Epsom was now working in
the legitimate film industry there and had just made her first film, not
the lead, but a substantial one and went on to give us her thanks for the
making of Poetic Justice which helped her achieve this.

   Before we had our last dinner, we did the rounds over the week by
spending one night with each of the girls to say our own goodbyes in bed.

   We managed to get Trevor to go into town and find us the biggest basket
of flowers, no expense spared, that he could find for us to present to
Maria. Her from the kitchen and always in the background, burst into tears
when we made her come out to receive it in thanks for all the wonderful
meals she had prepared for us.

   After a riotous dinner, Chris and I did one last performance in that
famous bedroom for the others to watch on the big screen as we both sucked
and fucked each other for their enjoyment and our pleasure.

   Next day, similar to the one for Epsom, there were tears as we kissed
each and everyone goodbye and had Trevor take us up the track to the
highway to catch the bus. Two days later we were back at our old
college. Not the same room, but, what the hell, one bedroom is like another
one. Only this time it was much different. Gone was the shyness that we had
both experienced when we first had roomed together. Chris, undressed as
usual with his back towards me, but this time I went across the room and
bent down and kissed those cheeks of his arse to his surprised delight. We
then embraced as we would liked to have done those six years previously,
and then went to bed together to play with each other before making love.

   We played hard, studied hard and made love when we could for the next
three years. I say when we could because the studying came first and we
really knuckled down and worked hard for those three years and finally
achieved straight passes and obtained our degrees which would allow us to
go into the pharmacy business.

   We left our love pit which had really been our pit of despair as we had
spent more time studying than love making, and boarded a bus to go to the
town where Chris had been born. I had voiced my worry that it would soon
become known in his town that we would be living alone together above the
store, and you know how people love to talk. He was a real brick by saying
that he didn't care one iota what people might think, he was with his lover
and that was all he wanted. I kissed him for that.

   Mother and father had closed the store to be at the bus station to greet
us and took us back to their home. I was somewhat dismayed to see how much
his father had aged since I had last seen him and I think we had come at
the right time judging by the look of his health. Though I found out it
wasn't all down to his health but more to his state of mind. This came out
over dinner and I felt really uncomfortable about it, but Chris, the
darling, rose above it.

   Stephen and Helen, they insisted that I use their names instead or sir
or ma-am every time I addressed them, were fairly quiet during the meal and
it was Chris who eventually broke the ice. The meal had been finished and
we sat amidst the debris with our coffee and a very good brandy when he
brought everything out into the open. He was sitting between them and
opposite me and he laid first one hand on that of his mother and then the
other on that of his father.

   'You two people have been the best parents a child could wish for.' His
stutter had gone and I'm not sure if it was because he wasn't with
strangers or was it that he had now come to terms with himself and
therefore was able to come out with complete sentences without a stammer.

   'You know that Tom and I met in college and then opted out to make some
money in the film industry. Well we made this money and then went back to
finish what you wanted me to do. I don't want to insult your intelligence
for I am sure that you have guessed that Tom and I are more than just good
friends.' I couldn't look them in the eye as he spoke and just kept them
down at the table.

   'I might have disappointed you in that department but hope that you are
pleased that I have since received my diploma. But I beg you to remember
that I have to live with myself for the way I have developed and that I am
in love with another man.' I saw them slightly stiffen at it being spoken
out loud and my heart went out to him as he carried on.

   'I love Tom and he is my choice of partner and I beg you to accept that
fact. We want to buy the store for you to retire to enjoy your life
together and I want you to let me enjoy mine.' There was silence for a long
time at the table and Chris gave me a brave smile across the table before
Helen broke it with a somewhat shaky voice.

   'Welcome to the family Tom,' she said softly and her other hand came up
and covered mine. I had tears in my eyes and I then saw that she had some
in hers. 'I had hoped for a grandson one day, but I suppose another son is
much the same,' as she gave my hand a squeeze. I looked up again at Chris
and saw silent tears running down his face. Stephen cleared his throat.

   'Welcome to the family Tom,' he echoed, and cleared his throat
again. 'I'm sure you both know what you are doing, you are both what,
twenty eight years old?'

   'Yes sir,' I said.

   'Also, well, I don't quite know what to say apart from the fact that I'm
amazed that you could earn ten million dollars between you in just six
years. But, I, we, think that two million for the store is far above what
it's worth, including the stock.'

   'Sir. Chris and I agreed that even if you had said one million, we would
have paid four. It's not what the value of the stock or store that's at
issue sir. It's what Chris and I think of you two that counts. I lost my
father at an early age. He was a doctor seeing to the needs of people who
had been hurt and maimed by war and died for them. My mother, because she
lost the one she loved, soon followed him. Not from injury though her heart
was broken, but because she had lost the reason for living.

   I think I fell in love with you as a family because of your love for
Chris and that made me fall in love with him. It's not in human nature to
really fall in love with another man, but it has happened and I beg you
both to forgive me for having this failing to fall in love with Chris.'
Christ, I was almost in tears myself after I'd finished speaking and
Stephen had tears in his eyes as he gave me his hand to shake which I did.

   There wasn't much to say after that and so that awkward dinner finished
and I helped Helen do the dishes while Chris spoke with his father. We'd
just put the last dish away when Helen took hold of my hands and looked me
straight in the eye.

   'Look after my son,' she said, tears in her voice as well as in her eyes
that made mine begin to water.

   'I swear with my life that I will,' and went into her arms for her to
hug me and give me a kiss on the cheek.

   It was accepted that Chris and I would sleep together in his room and
there, that night in bed, we cried together as we kissed and held each
other tight at the acceptance of his parents to our union.

   Next morning after breakfast, we all went to the store where Stephen
explained about all that was there and promised that he would be on hand if
ever we ran into difficulties. We then signed over the money for the deeds
and then went off to the solicitors to have it made official.

   Mother and father went on home and we returned to the store and went up
to what would be our living quarters and made our decisions as to what new
furniture we wanted to make it into a palace fit for a king and his
queen. We would open the store in the morning but for the night, we would
make do with what was there.

   We had a shower and got into bed and made love that had more feeling
than we'd ever experienced before. I let him have me first and then I was
behind my Chris, looking at that sight that would forever arouse me. His
cheeks glowing in the dim light that hid the treasure that I most desired
and was forever eager to plunder, dive in and probe the very depths of
him. To give him pleasure as well as taking it myself from having his body
surrounding my hard flesh that he craved. I fucked him as hard as I could
to hear his cries of delight at being loved in this way and I having the
joy of coming inside the man I loved.

   'Do you know,' I asked of him as we lay together after that tumultuous
coming together, 'we can now actually see that uncle and nephew you sired
grow up?'

   'I had thought of that, but there's no way I can lay claim to
them. Besides, it wouldn't be fair on you or their mothers.'

   'No, you're right, but we can still look out for them.'

   'Yes, but it wasn't of them that I was thinking. It was what my mother
said. She has settled to have another son but would rather have had a
grandson.'

   'Are you saying what I think you are saying,' I asked as I stroked his
face, seeing the love flow out from his eyes as I did so.

   'Yes,' he breathed. 'Let's keep trying to give her one,' as he rolled
over onto his knees to present me with what I would never

tire of. I got between his legs and forgoing the condom, entered Chris
again to fuck him and hope against hope that nature could give us a miracle
and make him pregnant.