They’re both attractive, but Georgia has a creally fit body to go with her pretty face. That night they were dressed to go out, and we couldn’t keep ourselves from drooling over Georgia in her tight top and short skirt.

As we all chatted, I found that I wasn’t the only one eyeing Georgia up. She wasn’t paying attention to any one of us in particular, so we all kept trying to flirt with her. It seemed hopeless, though. She was way out of our league. She had dated the captain of the university football team, so why would she want any of us?

Finally the girls announced they were going to bed and started to gather their things to go upstairs. When Georgia stood up, she parted her legs briefly and I swear I could see a glimpse of her bare pussy under her skirt.

After they had gone I mentioned this to the others, and Ben said he had seen the same thing. Brian didn’t mind as long as we didn’t talk about his sister, so we kept talking about what a babe Georgia was and how lucky we would be if she let any of us fuck her during our stay that summer.

Eventually, I was dared by James to go upstairs and see if I could catch a glimpse of Georgia’s bare cunt again. After some prodding I took the challenge. Her pretty pussy and amazing tits were too tempting to pass up.

I crept upstairs and peeked around the corner into Georgia’s room. What I saw really got me going: there she was, reclin¬ing on her bed, facing me with her legs bent at the knees. She had her top on but not her skirt. Her legs were parted and I clearly saw her pink twat. She seemed to be sleeping deeply and soundly.

I gathered my courage and crept into the room and looked down at her. Realising I had a sudden, raging hard-on, I rubbed myself through my jeans. Georgia slept on, so I went a step further and took out my cock and stroked it, thinking that I’d get off quietly and quickly, then leave.

To my horror, Georgia opened her eyes and looked right at me. I froze, fearing the worst, but she stunned me by smiling and parting her legs wider. I didn’t say a word and she kept smiling invitingly at me. I thought, well, I’ve come this far, why not see how far I can go?

I tentatively put my hand on her knee. When she didn’t object, I began rubbing it gently, then slid my hand up her thighs. Then she placed her hand on mine, and guided it up to the flesh beyond. I cupped her pussy with my hand, then ran my fingers over her lips and slipped two inside her hot cunt. She moaned and her legs moved farther apart. I finger-fucked her until she shuddered. She was breathing heavily and whimpering with pleasure, but we still hadn’t said a word.

This was it. It’s all or nothing, I thought.

As she reached for me I pushed my jeans down and got on top of her. She looked into my eyes as I clumsily rubbed my cock over her pussy, looking for the entrance. Then I found it and slid into her. I was thrilled that she was letting me fuck her. The other lads into her warm channel and reached down to feel her tits. This was all too much for me and I shot my load inside her with a deep groan.

When I got back downstairs my friends pestered me until I finally told them what had happened upstairs with Georgia. They didn’t believe me so I told James to go find out for himself. He shrugged and went upstairs laughing, saying that I was a liar and nothing would happen.

He’d been up there a few minutes when we heard creaking on the floorboards. Ten minutes later, he came back with a huge smile on his face. Ben went up next, and came down grinning. Finally, Brian went up to try his luck. After he returned looking like he’d just won the lottery, we compared notes. Georgia had fucked each of us silently, not speaking a single word. What a girl!

Someone had. Martin heard a whimper and turned towards the nearest bathroom door, which was being slowly pushed open. The girl facing him had obviously just got out of the bath. She was naked, doe-eyed.

‘It’s all right, love…’
She staggered into the corridor and threw her warm nude flesh against his uniformed chest. Gazing over her shoul¬ders to the mirror he could see his own brown eyes, dark hair, neat moustache. He looked strong, sure, even handsome. She looked great.

‘Oh, help! I heard the bell. By the time I opened the door…’
‘It’s a smoke bomb.’
He patted her back, realised he wanted to pat much more.

‘Can’t just be smoke,’ she muttered. The alarm’s only triggered by heat.’
I’ll check it out.’ He pushed her gently but reluctantly away. ‘Now let’s get you out of here.’
If there’d been flames racing towards them he could have picked her up in a fireman’s lift. He could imagine the feel of her smooth buttocks under his palms as he held her over his shoulder. Her breasts would be pressing into his epaulettes, her long hair falling forward, down his back. He forced his eyes to stay focused on her face, though his gaze couldn’t help but notice her slender pale outline, the fact that the tiny towel she’d now picked up only covered her tummy and the lower half of her teats.

Take this.’
He took off his jacket and handed it to her, turned resolutely away as she dropped the towel. Looked back to see that the garment bagged open, barely skirting her thighs. Its deep vee collar showed the sweet, dark, moist hollow, a flash of nipple from the side.

‘You’ll need another bath after this!’ he joked as they walked out into the acrid corridor.
‘You could hose me down instead.’
Martin’s heart missed a beat. Was she serious? He cast a sideways glance at her, once again appreciating her large hazel eyes, her long chestnut hair, her full pink mouth. That pert little nose looked made for kissing. So did that slender creamy neck…

They reached the outer door, walked through it into the concrete grounds.

Will you be warm enough?’ he asked as she sat down on the little wall that sur¬rounded the hail.
‘Going to strip off your shirt for me if I’m cold?’
Martin smiled. ‘I might — I’m a gentle¬man!’ In truth, his prick was starting to feel far from gentlemanly, wanted to swell and thrust.
But what if she was just killing time, just teasing? She might be playing a game, flattering a potential piece of rough. He mustn’t risk taking it the wrong way, risk causing a scene, feeling stupid.

‘I’ll now single-handedly save your home from the flames,’ he said with a little mock bow. He could see Pete and Rob emerging through the door, knew from their relaxed grins and unfazed limbs that everything was okay.

‘Someone was cooking curry for twenty in that little kitchen — or trying to!’ grinned Pete. Tve never felt so much heat and that alarm’s got a hair trigger… Pow!’

‘Want to get them back in?’ Martin asked, looking over at the lolling mass of students. He knew what he wanted, or rather, who.

Pete gave his ‘all over, folks’ speech, and girls started to traipse back into the building. Martin’s girl walked over to him.
‘I’ll get some of my clothes, then I can give you back yours.’
The jacket looks better on you,’ Martin said appreciatively.’
‘It looks even better off.’
Rob’s mouth gaped open. Pete winked. Martin bit back a smile. Even if nothing came of this, the lads would be impressed that he’d found a fan club tonight.
‘We’ll keep the engine running for you, Martin,’ Pete said. Rob just grinned.
Ignoring them, Martin followed the girl to her room. He stopped outside.
‘Come in,’ she said, gazing back at him with eyes that looked irresistibly forward.
He strode across the small, neat room, stared out of the window at the big red engine. Heard his jacket fall to the floor. Her voice was vocal silk, pure promise.
‘Mr Firefighter — it’s all yours.’
He turned round. She must mean the jacket! Picked it up, feeling hot even before he shrugged it on. He looked back at her. Jesus, she was just wearing a thin white teeshirt. It clung to her braless breasts, to her belly, her thighs, still damp from her bath.
‘Can I offer you a drink of tea?’
She made it sound like a triple come, like the splendid spunk-spewed sex you had in your fantasies.
‘Better not…’ he started. She leaned forward and he saw the hard pinky-brown promise of her teats. ‘Hell, all right,’ he relented, swallowing, I’ll just tell the guys.’
After all, they could contact him on his mobile phone and he’d go direct to any fire in a taxi. Wednesday wasn’t chip fire night. Most likely they’d spend the rest of the evening playing cards.
He was playing Russian Roulette doing this but he was starting to feel lucky.
‘Be lucky!’ echoed Pete when he told him.
‘Jammy bastard,’ said Rob, who put passion before professionalism every time.
Taking his leave of them, Martin walked quickly back to room 209. The door was still open. She was still wearing the tee-shirt. She’d boiled the little electric kettle on the equally small table and had made two mugs of coffee with powdered milk.
Thought you said tea!’ he teased.
‘Oh, I’m full of surprises.’
Tell me more!’
She looked away, shrugged. ‘Use your imagination!’
If they’d met at a disco he’d have been kissing her by now. As it was…
‘Stayed here long?’
‘A year.’
‘What’re you studying?’
‘Human biology!’ she grinned. ‘No, really — English Lit.’
He felt dumb. He felt hard. She was bringing out both the best and the worst in him. He wanted to feel her mouth under his, feel her writhing. He wanted to make her come.
‘And when you graduate?’
Another shrug. ‘Maybe I’ll become a firewoman.’
‘Not if you cower in the loo every time a smoke bomb goes off!’
It was her turn to look away. He set down his coffee.
‘It’s a mad job! We had this house fire the other week. The owner had fitted a fortune’s worth of fire and burglar alarms.’ He shook his head, remembering. ‘She’d been on holiday when the blaze started and not a single alarm had pealed. Turned out he’d switched them all off before she left so that they didn’t accidentally disturb the neighbours. The insurance are still sorting that one out!’
She laughed. She had a soft laugh that made her look younger, friendlier.
‘Most of the boys round here don’t have any anecdotes. They’re still coming home with traffic cones on their heads!’
‘And you?’
‘Oh, I worked for a few years before going to uni. I’m older.’
‘How old?’
Twenty-two.’
He grinned. That’s ancient.’
‘Compared to the other first years, it is. They’re only 18.’
For the first time in a while Martin decided that his own 28 years was a good age to be.
He cleared his throat. ‘Do you go out with the lecturers, then?’
‘One. But it got complicated.’
‘How come?’
‘Bumping into him in the corridor every day…’
He nodded. ‘Being teacher’s pet has its downside, huh? Not exactly strangers in the night.’
His own night fever was increasing. The vibes were getting better and better.
‘I prefer a man in uniform,’ she added.
His heart raced. ‘How about a man without one?’
‘Great!’
Her voice was giving him the green light, but would her body be equally accepting? Martin took a deep breath. ‘Come over here now and undress this one,’ he said.

For a second she just stared at him, blushing slightly. Then she flicked her tongue across her lower lip, stood up, crossed the room and swung herself side¬ways into his lap. The bare length of her legs went over the chair arm. She pushed his jacket back and started to undo his shirt buttons, staring down at his hard-muscled chest. She seemed shyer now, more tongue-tied. He felt strong. Took hold of the end of her teeshirt and started to edge it up slowly. First upper thighs, then belly button, then spherical perked-up breasts came into view.

‘Lift your arms,’ he murmured, and she did so. He pulled the white cotton over her head, threw it to the floor.
He stared at her, stroked a knowing hand down her back. She closed her eyes and lifted her mouth to his, tongue flicking lightly. He kissed her for long, long moments. Finally moved his head away. ‘I’m going to give you a fireman’s lift to the bed.’

‘Promises. Promis…’
He had her over his shoulder, his free hand squeezing her bum cheeks before she’d finished the cheeky remark.
He laid her down on her back on the narrow divan: it looked like a monk’s bed. But she looked as if she’d enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, or was making up for lost time. She reached for his belt.
‘No. Leave my trousers and shirt on. Just unzip me.’
‘Spoilsport!’
‘I might be called away at any moment.’
Her mouth pouted with obvious frustra¬tion at the thought. ‘Don’t you dare go now!’
‘I’m a working man, remember. Not a lazy little student.’
‘I’m not lazy.’
‘Prove it!’
She stared up at him for a moment then put her lips to his nipples and ran her tongue round each in turn.
‘Kid’s play,’ Martin said.
‘Yeah, where would you like my tongue?’
‘Use your imagination!’
It was his turn to be awkward. He saw desire darken her eyes.
‘Here?’ she whispered, planting little nibbling kisses down his waist then dip¬ping below it to where his fly gaped and his pubic hair sprang free of his trousers.
‘Jesus!’ He sucked in his breath as her mouth found his manhood, widened to embrace it. She licked, lapped, sucked.
‘What’s your name?’
She took her mouth away. ‘Amanda.’
‘Lie on your back. Spread your legs, Amanda.’
He wanted to give as well as receive pleasure, see her eyelids flickering, mouth tensing, legs tightening as she creamed.
‘Part of the drill, is it?’
He stared down at her wordlessly till she closed her eyes again.
‘Lick me,’ she whispered, ‘please!’
He put his tongue on her clit, breathed the scent of strawberry bath oil. Gave a leisurely lick. Felt Amanda grab the crown of his head, tighten her hands over it con¬vulsively. He licked a second time, third time, fourth.
‘Oh, God! Oh, yes! Oh!’
She was obviously partial to a tongue wash. He stroked a finger along the crease where body meets thigh and she moaned and lifted her arse from the bed, pushing her pudenda closer to his mouth.
He nibbled at her labia: the pinkish-brown leaves were slippery, salted.
The next lesson,’ he murmured, ‘involves the use of the fireman’s hose.’
‘Oh? Where does that go?’ She opened her eyes dazedly. She looked sweet yet wilful.
‘Guess.’
He fondled her pussy some more. She grunted, wriggled, gave a little half-cry that echoed round the tiny room.
‘In here!’ she gasped, taking hold of his hardness and guiding it in the direction of her soft wet sex.
‘Where? All that smoke… I can’t see!’ he teased as she whimpered and arched her back wildly.
‘Oh, you bastard plunge it up me now!’
‘I’ll see what I can do.’ Glad that he’d kept on his trousers, he went into his wal¬let, found a pack of three. Unwrapped the sheath with his teeth and handed it to her.
‘Put it on!

She was keen but inexperienced, fum-1 bled for a moment, forgot to push the air out. Then she located its tip and his tip, rolled it down.

‘Ready?’ She nodded. ‘You’d be no! use in an emergency!’
She rallied at that one. ‘I like to take my time.’
‘When people are hot they can’t wait to be released,’ he teased, rubbing his condom-clad cock against her opening.
‘I need it!’ she muttered, raising her body again and shoving it against him ; hard.
He moved away, using his braced arms to hold her down against the mattress. ‘If you really want it you could always go on top…’
She closed her eyes again. ‘I don’t feel ‘• right about…’
‘So you want a man’s weight on you? Want him looking down at you? Thrusting | into you?’
‘Yes!’
‘What else do you want?’
To come!’
‘Only if you’ve done your homework I like a good pupil! Do you know where the prostrate gland is, the way it likes to be | rubbed?’
She nodded. ‘I read… Oh, please!’
‘You penetrate me and I’ll penetrate! you,’ he whispered, stroking her slick hot lips again. ‘Wet your hand first,’ he added, and she did.
He almost came just watching her suck her fingers. She looked so virginal and yet so wanton. So sure and yet so shy. He couldn’t figure her out. She was Madonna | and whore, little girl and as teacher and student. She was beneath his hands and she wanted to come and he wanted to oblige.
‘Now play with my arsehole,’ he murmured.
She opened her eyes to cats’-width and parted her lips slightly, flushed, and fed the tip of one slim finger in, and then a little further.
‘Get off on that, do you?’ she grinned.
‘Harder,’ he said, and thrust into her well-oiled orifice for the very first time.
His own anal orifice was becoming wet with her saliva or his perspiration. He pushed his cock in hard, she pushed her fingers up him harder. He thought of smouldering settees and blazing car engines in order not to come. Thought of fitness tests and new recruits and pay strikes and… Oh, Jesus!
‘Enough!’ he moaned as she massaged the gland into exquisite heat.
‘What if I keep going?’ she whispered tauntingly, still polishing his sensitive innards.
‘I’ll come too quickly and you won’t come at all.’
‘You could use your hands…’
‘I have to save them for real work!’
‘Your mouth?’ she gasped. She was worried now. She’d stopped taunting him. He circled his cock in her slowly.
‘I need it to tell you what to do.’
‘Bastard!’ She edged her fingers reluc¬tantly out. Had there been two or three in there? After the first one it had all got a bit blurred with pleasure, with encroach¬ing need.
‘Now what?’
‘Now I’m going to fuck you hard and
you’re going to come equally hard, and then I can go off duty.’
‘Off duty!’ she half-laughed, but he pushed in harder and found the angle that thrilled her and the smile disappeared.
‘O-o-h, y-e-s!’ It took her a long time to say the words. She sounded near the brink now. Clit throbbing, heating, canal begging he knew the signs. Her nails were tighten¬ing against his shoulder blades, scratching lightly down his back, then clutching his buttocks. He thrust in even harder and saw her cheekbones tense and knew these other cheeks downstairs were about to tense as well.
Tea-break soon,’ he taunted. ‘I may have to pull out in a second!’
‘I’m almost…’
‘Might have to extinguish a matchbox, something important like that.’
She moaned helplessly and gazed up at him with eyes that were almost unsee¬ing. ‘Oh, please. Please. Please!’
His balls were gearing up for the great escape. He could feel the known, loved signals in his spine, spreading everywhere. He had to take her over the edge before he let go!
‘Might want to fuck a firewoman instead,’ he said. ‘You know a real woman, a working woman. I’d unbutton her jacket and pull down her trousers and…’ And she came.
The force of her pleasure seemed to grip his shaft even more tightly, hot wet¬ness rippling in around him. She cried out, a guttural moan that was so low-pitched it was almost male.
Thought students were quiet, bespec¬tacled types,’ he teased. Kept driving into her the way she wanted. The way he wanted. The way that led to bliss. Her breasts were splayed beneath his fingers, only the nipples upright. Her belly was rub¬bing against his. She put a knowing hand on his balls.
Heaven. He cried out, tensed in.
‘Oh, baby! Oh, Jesus!’ Gripped her arse as if it was a cliff edge whilst the cell-led elation coursed through his hips. His spine, his brain, his shaft had disappeared into another realm, through a door marked ecstasy.
‘Oh, Jesus!’ he said again.
Rested, walked to the shower along the corridor, returned to room 209 to kiss her goodnight.
Here — that’s my phone number,’ he said, putting a page of his notebook on her study desk.
‘You can squeeze the occasional stu¬dent into your sex life, then?’
He buttoned up his jacket, took her right breast in one large sure hand and played his thumb round the nipple until her face changed. ‘Always happy to please the public,’ he said.
‘You did! You know you did!’
Half-grimacing, she sank back against the pillows. His cock started to throb again, but he’d played truant from work for too long already. It was time to leave.
Walking gingerly through the grounds, Martin mused over the encounter. He was a good laugh, good in bed — but not good at quoting Homer or discussing how Dick¬ens felt about family life. He’d have thought the mature male student — maybe a post¬graduate — was more her type.
Students sucked, thought Amanda as she watched Martin walk away through the grounds. Or else they didn’t — were still callow youths who just wanted to put their dry, probing fingers up you to have some¬thing to tell their mates about. She preferred an experienced, slightly aggressive man.
And this hall was the right place to be! Why, only last month a six-foot-tall body¬building policeman had had to interview the bag-snatch victim in the next room.
Amanda had met him in the corridor and persuaded him to stay for more than a cup of tea.
She smiled. She’d promised herself a new man every month for the year, before she settled down with her overseas fiance. The fireman might get a second bite of the cherry, he’d been that good. Thereafter? Well, there was talk of bringing in a private security firm, which meant caps and boots and hopefully even handcuffs. And there were always gas and electricity appliances that needed to be fixed or read…

In the fantasy the two of us go on holiday to Las Vegas for a few days. It’s our first night, and we’re in the hotel’s casino. Marie is wearing a tiny miniskirt and a white lace blouse through which her red bra is visible. She also has on a matching red thong. As always, she attracts a lot of male attention, especially from a group of five men in their thirties who come over and start playing poker at our table. They’re a group of salesmen who are in Vegas for a convention, very friendly, and soon we’re chatting and joking as we play. There’s a good deal of drinking going on, too, with pretty waitresses always on hand to get us a refill.

Marie always gets very horny when she drinks. So I’m not surprised when, at about one o’clock in the morning, she invites the men up to our room for some dirty fun. I’ve seen her get gang-banged several times in the past, so I’m fine with the situation, except for one thing — she’s having her period, and she’s one of those women who won’t have sex at that time of the month.

Once in our room a couple of the men start playing with Marie. She makes no objection. After some nuzzling and kissing, the men suggest she do a striptease. She puts on some music and strips down to her red lace bra and panties. They are urging her to take everything off, but Marie puts a damper on things when she says she can’t actually have sex with them because it’s the wrong time of the month.

The men are disappointed, until one of them suggests they can get round it by having anal sex. Marie doesn’t rule it out. Her arse has been fucked lots of times, but it’s on the tight side and not just any old cock will go in there. So she gets our new friends to strip, and when they do, she selects the one with the smallest cock to open her arse up. The gang bang fun was about to begin.

She pulls off her bra and panties and gets on the bed on all fours. The man, who is really excited, gets behind her and the rest of us watch as he slowly works his cock up her arse. After several minutes he gets it in, but he doesn’t last long, coming within two minutes. The next man takes up the position, enters her arse and lasts a little longer, but not much. The third, on the other hand, gives her a proper pounding before pulling out and shooting his load all over her arse cheeks.

Marie moans and rubs his come into her skin, then rolls over on her back. The last two men kneel on the bed on either side of her head, and she sucks them alternately until they both come on her face, neck and tits. Once again she rubs their spunk into her skin.

The men all dress and leave, thanking my wife for the most incredible night of their life. Marie is very happy and still horny. As she gives me a long, loving blowjob, she tells me she loves the feel of being splashed with come.

After that, she starts getting into what she tells me is called bukkake, and we host several bukkake parties. We invite a group of men to our home, and she lets them fuck her but not come inside her. Then she has them wank off on her and cover her face, tits and body with come. This becomes her favourite kink.

One Friday night we have 18 men round to our house, most of whom we’ve met on the Internet. Marie starts by doing a striptease, then sucks everybody’s cock — but not to the point of coming. She lies down on a mat on the floor in the middle of the room, and several of the men lick her shaved pussy. A few of them fuck her for a few minutes. Then they surround her, six at time, and wank till they shoot their load all over her. When one group has finished, the next takes its place, and then the last. When the come has finally finished flying, Marie is literally coated with it. I rub it into her skin and she almost comes just from that. Next she says she wants to do a party with thirty men.

As Jez perused Eve’s e-mail, I sat back and my eyes lost focus as the memory of that evening came flooding into my mind.

After the graduation ceremony, the five of us had gone to the beach to celebrate. Dan¬ny led us to a fairly secluded spot, where we reclined on beach towels and cracked open the champagne. The party started from there, and one thing led to another. By the time darkness cloaked the beach, we found ourselves getting it on with each other in every conceivable combination. It’s still hard to explain how it happened. Yes, we were all very fond of one another, and yes, we were euphoric about finishing three long years of university. It was also the beginning of the rest of our lives — a precipitous mo-ment. Our emotional high meshed with the romantic setting and the warmth of the July night, all of it combining to create a powerful aphrodisiac. But there was more to it than that, as if the night were magical somehow and the stars aligned just right. What ensued was an orgy of the first order, so incredible that the memory of it is enough to make my palms dampen and my panties grow wet with excitement a decade later.

I had told Jez about that night; it was one of his favourite stories from my past. I told him how I had looked up from the fire to see Geoff going down on Louise. She had shed her clothes and was lying back on her towel, her pale body arching toward the black sky. I watched, transfixed, as her willowy thighs clamped around Geoff’s head. Her blonde hair fanned out on the sand, and her eyes were mere slits of passion as Geoff lapped at her clitoris. My attention was diverted by Danny and Eve, who were caressing on the other side of the fire. Danny unzipped his jeans, then Eve took over for him, pull¬ing them down to his knees as he lay back. She tugged his briefs down, too, and Dan¬ny’s hard-on sprang into view, illuminated by the firelight. Louise and Geoff were already fucking by this time; I saw Geoff’s tight arse rising and falling between Louise’s widely spread thighs.

I remember Danny reaching under Eve’s jumper to fondle her big tits. She lifted up her jumper, giving Danny full access to kiss and suck those succulent mounds of flesh. After a few moments, Eve urged him to lay flat. She hiked up her skirt, pulled down her pan¬ties and climbed on top of his cock. I caught a quick glimpse of her dark, lush pubic bush before her skirt fluttered back down again. A little ‘Oh!’ escaped her lips as she settled down on Danny’s thick dick.

Feeling flushed and short of breath from watching my friends’ uninhibited display, I reached into my knickers and began play¬ing with my pussy. I was dripping wet and ready for action. Eve had scarcely begun to move above Danny when she turned to me with the same lust-filled expression that must have been on my face. ‘Come here, Melissa,’ she said. I eagerly crawled over to them. Eve took my hand and placed it on her heaving breast. I massaged her tits for a moment, marvelling at their suppleness, and then I bent to kiss her stiff nipples, which were still wet from Danny’s tongue. Eve was tugging at my shirt, eager to get at my breasts, too, so I swiftly pulled the garment over my head. The touch of her warm lips and tongue on my nipples was heavenly.

Things escalated quickly after that. While the others had been the first to break down the final barriers of intimacy among us, I turned out to be the wildest one of all. I viv¬idly recall sitting on Danny’s face, revelling in the sensation of his lips and tongue on my sex, while he fucked Eve. Later, Danny screwed me from behind while I ate Louise’s delicious cunt. Eve was so close to us that she was able to caress my undulating body while she bounced on Geoff’s dick. Befo/e the night was over, I had taken on Danny and Geoff at the same time, Geoff in my va¬gina and Danny in my arse, while Louise and Eve rolled about nearby, locked in a passionate 69. Our cries of pleasure would have been audible to anyone within half a mile on the dark beach, but fortunately, there was no one else there.

‘Earth to Melissa,’ Jez said, grinning and waving his hand in front of my face. ‘You want to go, don’t you?’

I pulled myself back to the present. The reunion? Of course, if you’ll come with me.’ I pointed at the computer screen. ‘Eve says here that “significant others” are invited.’

Jez’s smile broadened. ‘I can’t wait to meet these friends of yours,’ he said.

Excitedly, I wrote back to Eve, who put me in touch with Danny. Within 48 hours all of us had all accepted his invitation.

On the day of the reunion, Jez and I took the train to Brighton and got a cab to Dan¬ny’s house. Danny owned a spacious, mod¬ern home with a sparkling swimming pool in the back garden. Trees and shrubs lined the wall separating his property from his neighbours.

Eve, who had arrived earlier, was helping Danny prepare dinner. Louise and Geoff arrived shortly after Jez and I. Getting reacquainted with them was surprisingly easy; it was like the intervening ten years melted away as our familiar intimacy reasserted itself. We laughed about old times and learned what was new in each others’ lives. I was especially pleased at how quickly my friends took to Jez, and he to them. Before long, it seemed that he had always been part of our group. Physically, no one had changed all that much. Eve was still a beautiful brunette with a curvaceous body, which she showed off that day in a short skirt and camisole top. Pretty, petite Louise wore her blonde hair longer than she used to. Her sundress accentuated her youthful figure as it hugged her perky breasts and slim hips. Danny had added muscle to his frame and sported a trim beard now, while Geoff, still tall and fit, had cut his unruly hair short. I knew my friends were taking their measure of me, too, and I have to admit that I was proud of my fit body. Years of cycling and rambling in my free time had given me a head-turning figure, with toned thighs, a flat stomach, firm tits and a shapely arse.

The party was soon in full swing as the afternoon shadows grew long. The memory of our beach orgy seemed to lurk beneath the surface as we chatted over drinks and nibbles. It was still there when we sat down to dinner at the patio table. It was as though we wanted to talk about it, but no one quite had the courage yet.

I helped Danny bring out dessert and af¬ter-dinner drinks. Not long afterwards, in a sudden lull in the conversation, Geoff said, ‘I’m going swimming.’
That brought a groan from Eve, who said, ‘I forgot my bathing costume!’

I saw my chance to get things moving in a more sensual direction. ‘Just follow my lead,’ I offered, and in the gathering dusk I stood, quickly stripped naked and dived into the smooth blue water. A minute later, they were all skinny-dipping with me. We laughed and splashed, but the mood wasn’t frivolous; it was charged with sexual tension. Danny turned on the underwater lights, and our nude bodies suddenly glowed with refracted light. When the conversation finally turned to ‘that night’, I knew it was going to happen again. We were excited; you could see it in the increasingly suggestive ways our hands and bodies touched in the water. I felt the others’ desire, barely restrained, and I felt it in myself, too. In fact, I was eager to relive our late-night orgy. All that remained was for someone to give the signal.

‘We’ve never forgotten a minute of that night,’ Geoff was saying as he waded near the steps with Louise in his arms. His wife nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling.

Jez sensed my anticipation. ‘If you’re going to say anything, now’s definitely the time,’ he whispered in my ear. I reached to¬ward his crotch and was not surprised to find that his cock was as hard as a rock. Curling my fingers around his thick staff beneath the water, I swallowed my nervousness and said out loud, ‘Let’s do it.’ Everyone turned toward me.

Smiling, I continued, ‘A re-enactment, with six people this time.’

‘Fantastic idea,’ Eve said, plainly aroused. Everyone else seemed to agree, for we all drifted together, reaching out, kissing, and exploring each other above and below the water. I felt Danny’s muscular chest against my back and his cock against my arse, and then my attention was diverted by Louise’s embrace as her high, firm tits pressed into mine. Then Louise slipped away, replaced by Eve, who kissed me with soft lips and eager tongue. Shivers of deepening arousal fluttered down my spine. Jez was at my oth¬er side, his fingers gliding over my hips and arse. Taking his hand and Eve’s, I led the pair out of the pool, past Danny, Louise and Geoff, who were engaged in some heavy petting on the steps. Then, squatting beside the pool’s edge, I took Jez’s dripping cock into my mouth. Eve knelt beside me, eager for her turn to taste Jez’s manhood. I licked up and down the length of his rigid shaft for a moment, then pointed that wonderful penis at Eve, who lustily gobbled it up. The sight of her full lips rising and falling over his glans while her ample tits swayed with her movement really got me going. I dropped one hand to my dripping cunt and cupped Jez’s balls with the other. Eve was sucking on the end of his prick like it was a lollipop, leaving me room to slather his lengthy shaft again. Together we sucked and slurped on his cock, making Jez tremble. Eve then dropped low and turned her face toward Jez’s balls. She licked the wrinkled sac all over, then took it gently into her mouth. Jez, beside himself with the pleasure of our dou¬ble oral attack, rested a hand on my head and moaned at the full moon overhead.

There was plenty of moaning going on in the pool, too. Looking past Jez’s hip, I saw Louise sitting beside Danny on the steps. Danny was nibbling her hard little nipples, making her squirm with delight, while Geoff stood before her and pumped his heavily veined cock in and out of her open mouth. As I watched, Geoff manoeuvred himself to the pool’s edge and sat down; Louise kept hold of his cock the whole time and returned her lips to it at once. At the same time, she turned her arse toward Danny, who wasted no time in taking what was offered to him. Kneeling behind her, he slotted his cockhead between her labia and pressed urgently into her sopping cunt. Louise’s cry of pleasure was loud, despite her mouth being stuffed with Geoff’s rock-hard dick. Danny began bucking harder into Louise’s hole, his move¬ments sending waves out over the pool’s surface.

Watching the three of them fuck and suck, I grew impatient with lust. I let Jez’s cock slip out of my mouth and lay back on the warm concrete with my legs spread wide. Jez quickly dived between my thighs, and an instant later, I felt the enchanting touch of his tongue as it snaked into my aching cleft. Eve, meanwhile, knelt over my face and squatted down. She had a beauti¬ful pussy, smooth and clean shaven except for a tiny black patch of pubic hair above her clit. Her cunt lips were plush and moist as they pressed against my lips. I parted her flesh with my fingertips and went to work on her clit with my tongue, which sent Eve into a kind of sexual overdrive. She squirmed and ground her sex against my mouth with little cries of ecstasy. Jez was still between my legs, his mouth glued to my cunt as he nourished himself on my honey. He knew just what I liked, and when he sucked my clit between his teeth, I almost lost control. But Jez also knows that I like to protract our pleasure as long as possible. Sensing the level of my arousal, he sat back for a moment, no doubt enjoying the sight of Eve’s writhing body as she squatted over my face. Then he positioned his bulbous cockhead at the opening of my sex. I sighed with bliss as Jez entered me, and it got even better when he began driving in and out of my silky depths with rapid-fire thrusts. Above me, I had a partial view of Eve’s bountiful breasts, which she held toward Jez’s mouth as he fucked me. The root of his cock banged against my clit again and again, sparking my orgasm. I closed my eyes and vaulted over the edge. ‘I’m coming!’ I heard myself say, and then I heard nothing else as a tumultu¬ous orgasm slammed through me.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that Jez had gone behind Eve, who was lying on top of me with her head between my thighs. She was lapping up my juices as Jez entered her cunt doggy-style. I had a close-up view from below as his cock pis-toned into her, so close, in fact, that Jez’s sac flounced an inch above my face. It was a scintillating sight, and I felt my ardour sky¬rocketing again. I stuck my tongue out and tasted Jez’s balls as he fucked Eve. ‘Yes!’ she screamed, ‘fuck me hard!’ Her body be-gan shaking wildly as the rapture took hold. Jez could no longer hold back; he grunted, squeezed Eve’s hips and pulled out of her cunt to shoot a stream of milky-white semen across her buttocks. The last few drops fell upon my lips and chin, and I licked them up, enjoying the salty taste.

There were orgasmic cries coming from the other trio, too. Eve slid off me, and I sat up in time to see Louise reposition Danny’s cock at her back passage. As Danny began to slide in and out of Louise’s arse from be¬hind, the ecstatic woman worked her hands and mouth vigorously upon Geoff’s cock until it suddenly spouted come like a geyser. His cock pulsed with each orgasmic spasm, releasing non-stop bursts of semen. Not wanting to miss out on a second of the ac¬tion, I hurried over to them. Apparently, I had an insatiable appetite for sex that night!

As I approached, Louise offered me her husband’s come-drizzled dick, and I im¬paled myself on that fleshy organ, which was shorter but wider than Jez’s. Despite spurting a load of come only moments earli¬er, his prick remained rock-hard as I rode up and down on it. Obviously, fucking me while watching Danny energetically hammer into his wife’s arsehole was a powerful stimulant for Geoff.

Eve was as rewed up as any of us. She stood before Geoff and presented her well-worked cunt to him for additional attention. Geoff stuck his tongue into Eve’s pink folds, and licked up and down her tender slit, mak¬ing her quiver. Then Jez came over, too, fully recovered from the workout he had enjoyed with Eve and me. He jumped into the pool, sat on the shallow step beside Louise and began to stroke himself as he watched her with Danny. Louise promptly seated herself on Jez’s pole, reaching back for Danny as she did so. Danny replanted his cock in her rear hole, and the three of them began to move in vigorous tandem, making the pool slosh violently. Sandwiched between her two friends, Louise practically went out of her mind at the onslaught of such intense physical pleasure. She started to come, whimpering at first and then crying out with wild enthusiasm as her climax grew more and more powerful. Danny followed suit a moment later, pulling out of Louise’s back channel and decorating her arse cheeks with dollops of sticky cream.

I was enjoying our experience so much that I didn’t want it to end, but then Geoff’s cock began to hit my G-spot repeatedly.s. and I lost myself to my second orgasm of the evening. It was a sweet-hot wave of sheer bliss that had me writhing in Geoff’s lap. The others were coming, too: Jez uttered a sharp cry and filled Louise’s sex with his seed, while Eve climaxed with a gush of pussy juice against Geoff’s mouth. Geoff squeezed my tits as his dick exploded inside me, flooding my cunt with warm semen.

Some time later, we all stumbled, exhausted, into the house. I never slept as soundly as I did that night. Before parting the next day, we all agreed not to wait an¬other ten years to meet up. Life is too short to postpone that much fun!

After ten years of marriage and two kids, Tom and I still have a wonderful sex life. And while we like to explore to keep it fresh and exciting, our explorations had always been just between us. Mike and Isabel’s invitation to a swing party was indeed tempting, but we didn’t know if this was a direction we wanted to explore. When they then asked us to come just as observers, we thought there was no harm in watching.

When we arrived at their place that Saturday, they greeted us at the door. As they gave us a tour of their beautiful home, they reassured us that we would not be expected to do anything we didn’t want to do. After Tom and I changed into our swimwear, we were taken to meet the other partygoers.

Gathered around a large swimming pool were 12 couples ranging in age from early twenties to mid-thirties. They were the most beautiful people I’d ever seen in one place. Just looking at them turned me on.

We started mingling. I could see Tom was enjoying the attention a couple of the girls were giving him. Meanwhile, a young black woman named Michelle had caught my eye. She had a pretty face and lovely skin. Her petite figure aroused me.

‘She’s beautiful, isn’t she?’ Isabel said in my ear.
‘She’s gorgeous,’ I replied.
Isabel called Michelle over, and they took me into a bedroom. I became very nervous when Isabel told Michelle to take her bikini off so that I could see just how beautiful this girl really was. Michelle removed her top and I gazed at her lovely small round breasts and large dark nipples. I gasped when she pulled her bottoms down and revealed a shaven pussy.

Isabel sat me down on a love seat and told Michelle to let me taste her. Michelle stood in front of me, leaning forward until her beautiful pussy was inches from my mouth. Very tentatively I touched the tip of my tongue to that pussy, gathering my first taste of another woman. As I licked the delicious nectar from inside Michelle’s pussy lips I grasped her ass, pulling her tight to me. Then I felt my bikini bottom being pulled off and Isabel’s mouth on my pussy. Michelle and I came simultaneously, her deliciousness flooding my tongue while I flooded Isabel’s tongue with my juices.

In the garden, Tom was sitting down. Four girls were taking turns sucking his cock. It didn’t take long for him to come inside one lucky girl’s mouth.

Guiding me to an empty chair, the same four girls who had sucked Tom’s cock now took turns between my legs. They worked on me until I surrendered and came heavily on the pretty lips of an Asian girl.

Then Mike and three other men took their swimming trunks off and stood before me, displaying their big, gorgeous pricks. After Isabel had rolled a condom down over each of their pricks, I got on the lawn on all fours. Each man took fucked my pussy from behind with their big cock. I drifted off into my own world of bliss, oblivious to all that was going on around me except for the wonderment happening inside my pussy. I came so many times that I lost count.

When I finally came back to earth, there was sex going on all around me. As I searched in vain for Tom, I could see two other men wanking off, shooting come all over a redhead’s big tits.

Then I finally located Tom. He was between Michelle’s legs, licking her hungrily, while Isabel sat on a chair, legs spread wide, playing with her own pussy. She motioned me over with her finger. I walked over to her. ‘Now you can taste my pussy,’ she purred. I buried my face in Isabel’s box. Her hands held me tightly as I sucked the juices from her cunt. This incredible newfound sexual wonderment lasted late into the night. I’d never been fucked and sucked so many times. I had never, nor had Tom, fucked and sucked so many others in both straight and gay encounters. We will be meeting them again.

She loves me and my mates to all stand around her come on her face. She just loves bukkake and wants as many cocks as she can get her hands on. She is quite petite and only 18 years old. She is about 5” with small tits.

Often we spit roast her while two or three other blokes wank and come on her face and back. We filmed it once. It is great fun. She it talking about getting another two of her friends around to join in the action.

I think one of the best bits for me is cuming inside her mouth. I love the sensation I get as the I jet out a shot of warm cum into her little mouth and she continues to suck on my cock.

I think if we do extend our little orgies I might consider taking some Viagra. I think this will help me get the most out of it.

There are magazines from America, porn printed off the internet and DVDs burned from her computer, the list is endless. I haven I confronted her yet as I am too shocked. I think she must be a right slut after all.

I have never given her anal sex, but after finding this little lot I think I will fuck in the arse next time we go to bed. I bet she fucking loves the cock. I bet she would like me to invite my mates over so she can get double penetration. What a dirty minx. She probably loves to get spit roasted as well while other get their cocks out to wank over her and spunk all over her body and face while getting a dam good seeing to from the other two. All this is giving me a little bit of a hard on. I think I will definitely suggest it to her when she gets home from work.

It just seems strange that he hasn’t brought it up too much but now I am worrying that it’s because I don’t turn him on anymore. I know it must be hard for him with all the training and I have told myself that once the marathon is over things will be back to normal. But now he tells me that he thinks he may do some more running after that.

All I want is a dam good fucking. I want him to stick his fist up me and fist fuck me, making my pussy stretch right open. I really want it good. I think I could even do with some anal sex. A good hard fucking in the arse would do me some good I think. Then he could spunk all over my face in fact he could get his friends to come around and all spunk over me face like a little bukkake party.

I love thinking about these smutty thoughts. I am 45 and have big tits. I am a little curvy but not what you call fat. I think a lot of blokes would like to fuck me. Maybe my husband would not mind if he got his mates around and they could run a train on me.

To introduce herself she asked me if I wanted to join her in her flat for a coffee. Nothing happened there, but after that I took her out a couple of times, until one night entirely out of the blue she asked me if I’d like to stay over with her. I didn’t need asking twice! As she closed the door behind us, she wrapped her arms round my neck and began snogging the face off me. Then she fell to her knees, unzipped my flies and began sucking long, hard and expertly on my rampant dick.

Soon she pulled me into her bedroom and we threw our clothes off. Then she pulled me on to the bed and lowered herself on to my cock and rocked gently up and down. Then we rolled over into the missionary position and I fucked her vigorously until I shot my load. Now I shag her two or three times a week and I think I am falling in love with her, because I reckon she is my perfect woman. But one of our neighbours has warned me that she is a nympho and has a different fella in her every night. I think I’m going to ask if I can spit roast the bitch. I want to fuck her hard in the arse while another bloke is fucking her face.

I’ll cum right inside of her arse hole and then she can swap around a lick and suck my cock which has just been up her arse. We could film it and call it a big breast video at home.

If she invited more than one bloke around we could do a little bukkake and all stand around her cuming all over her pretty little face. She would like that I think. She loves the cock and I am sure she would feel that many cocks is better than one or two cocks.