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 A Complacent husband : by (C) Hamilton Joyce.  MF.  MMF.  reluct.

   Henry Augustus Lindman ('Hal' to his many friends) lay contentedly
listening to his wife Hellen's breathing, feeling the duvet rise and fall
gently and regularly.  He could , he thought, just reach out and enjoy the
feel of her still-splendid breasts, but that would not really be fair: she
needed her sleep and there would be plenty of time in the morning.  How
many times had she cum?  Must have been a dozen, although once she started
it was not easy to tell where one ended and the next began. 
'Multi-orgasmic' he murmured to himself and the boy must have heard in his
sleep because he muttered something, and Hal felt the duvet move as the boy
turned over and moved closer to Hellen, both of them fast asleep.

   Not surprising that!  The boy had fucked for nearly two hours, cumming
four times almost without stopping.  Darren, that was his name.  They had
picked him up at the beach where he was a life-guard on the afternoon
shift. Australian in his gap year 'grand tour of Europe' between school and
university, your typical Aussie straight from Bondai Beach it seemed,
blonde and with the beauty of a God, a real athlete, as tall and as
well-built as Hal himself, who kept his body young and honed to maximise
his enjoyment of sex, his main leisure activity.

   Darren....  if that was his name for Hal found he often forgot when it
was a one-night stand...  had the sort of body that made Hellen
hyper-randy, and increasingly Hal was learning to enjoy his share of a
boy's cock and cum if the lad was fit and vigorous as this lad certainly
had been.

   If Hal caressed his wife to gently wake her up, she would be ready to go
again....  as would the boy he guessed.  But there was plenty of time for
that tomorrow morning.  His cock was hard and he reached down to hold it as
he always did when he wanted to sleep, and his mind went back ten years to
his first meeting with Hellen.

   How different life could have been, how much duller, how mundane and
'respectable' if he had not been honest in opening his soul to the woman
who became his wife.



   ..........................................

   He had been twenty six, newly qualified Doctor Lindman, a double-first
and published Phd expert in Anglo-Saxon Archaeology, and was leading a
University dig.  The moment was burned into his memory: he was kneeling in
front of the excavated skeleton, bones white against the yellow East
Anglian sand of the grave, and painstakingly excavating the remains of a
long sword which had been laid beside the body at the time of inhumation.
This was pen-knife work, not trowel, and needed full concentration.

   He was momentarily annoyed when his concentration was broken by a deep
female voice "Dr Lindman?"

   He looked up, and he smiled to himself at the memory of how his jaw must
have dropped when he first saw the girl who was to become his wife.

   She stood above him at the edge of his trench and his eyes moved from
those long, shapely tanned legs in their incongruous brown leather hiking
boots and woolly red socks, up past tight denim shorts that did nothing to
disguise a perky bottom and suggestive triangle at the crotch, cropped
white blouse exposing acres it seemed of tanned, athletically fit belly
with a cute belly button, a blouse pushed out by what must surely be
splendid tits.  But the face.  Ah, the face!  Tanned, of course, but lovely
and framed by strawberry blonde hair, pulled back by a scrunch and long
enough falling forward over her shoulder to cover one breast as she stood
looking down at him.

   A goddess!

   "I'm Hellen Primavera."

   "How apt!"

   She smiled shyly: it was not the first time she had been compared to the
painting of the Spring in Realm of Venus by Sandro Botticelli so she got
the reference, and to be honest she did not mind at all.  She guessed this
handsome young man was also thinking of the painter's vision of The Birth
of Venus....  in which the goddess is naked and full frontal.

   "May I come down into your trench?"

   The girl understood the courteous rules of a dig!

   "Sure."

   She knelt beside the exposed skeleton, and as she did so Hal could not
help looking down the cleavage of her blouse to see the lacy white bra
which just about concealed perfect little breasts, perky and upright: the
ghost of brown aureoles and nipples showed through the nylon.  His cock had
stiffened immediately he had looked up, but now it was rock hard.  Never
had been a fan of big tits...  small, shapely and firm had always been his
ideal, and this was it.

   "Strange she should have a sword: I don't remember seeing that before, I
mean a female burial with a long-sword."

   "You spotted it's a female skeleton then, and yes this is a warrior's
sword."

   "It's my specialisation.  Bones.  I'm doing my PhD in osteoarchaeology.
No doubt about the pelvis and the skull too is typically female."

   "I agree.  And.  interestingly this cemetery, or at least the part of it
we're working on, is early enough for these graves to be Angles who took
part in the first invasions and settlements.  So, perhaps a woman-warrior.
That would be one for the text books!  I'm about to lift the sword.  Give
me a hand?"

   ...................................

   The rest of the day was spent lifting the sword, and the even more
delicate work of lifting and bagging the skeleton.  Hellen commented on the
good state of preservation of the bones, and also the sword.

   "There was a bead necklace too, but I lifted that yesterday.  The sand
here is neutral, not acid, which makes this a particularly important site."

   "I'll enjoy working on them: most early Saxon remains are fragmentary at
best.  But I also need some more experience of trowel work.  Will that be
ok."

   "Great." He hesitated a moment.  Too good an opportunity to miss!  We
can work together.  There are several grave cuts identified, and we can
start working tomorrow on one that looks particularly promising.  Seems to
have grave goods, based on metal detectorists."

   It was amusing to Hal, but strangely a bit annoying as the young men on
the dig, students, and most of the elderly volunteers found time to stand
at the edge of the trench to watch the skeleton being lifted and bagged. 
Hal wondered if Hellen could see the bulges in their shorts and jeans, and
know what had caused the sudden interest in this part of the dig.  Surely
she could, and also his own near-constant state of arousal.  Sex on legs he
thought.

   Finally he sent the group packing, back to their holes.  "Come on guys:
back to work, while this weather lasts."

   Hellen has seen, of course, but was no longer surprised.  Men always....
or at least nearly always....  got erections when she was close and she
accepted it as a fact of life.  Men were randy and sex-obsessed.  She
smiled, remembering how difficult it had been when she was a student to
fight off their attentions without being rude.  A good Catholic girl she
knew that sex was only permitted in marriage, and then it's function was to
produce other little Catholics.  There was no purpose in kissing or
"petting", and in any case outside marriage that was a sin as well.

   But she found herself looking at Hal and wondering.  He was so handsome,
strong and fit, and with a lovely smile.  His voice was deep and gentle. 
He seemed a thoroughly nice man: she would enjoy working with him....

   And she did the next two days.  Sometimes they worked in silence, but
often they chatted about life in general and themselves in particular.  And
the more she learned about him the more she liked him.  It was mutual. 
Love at first sight?  In her case perhaps, in his certainly lust....

   Evenings they ate either at the local pub, not far from the dig, or in
the camp-site cafe about a quarter hour's walk down towards the sea.  Hal
had a camper van there, but the others all had tents.  The dig was more
civilised than some Hal had been on...  hot showers and flushing toilets
even.



   .................................

   The second night they both ate at the pub, while most of the group were
in the cheaper camp-site restaurant.  It was dusk when they walked back,
and nearly dark when they reached Hellen's old-fashioned teepee type tent.
Instead of the simple "good night, sleep tight" of the evening before he
put his arms around her and pressed his lips to hers.

   "Oh no!  No Hal!  Please.."

   But he persisted, and felt the resistance melt away as her mouth opened.

   For Hellen it was a moment of truth, the first of several that summer.
She knew it was wrong, but it felt so good.  She now had her arms around
him, one round his neck, the other feeling the muscles of his back, and
then his tongue entered her mouth.  For a girl who had never so much as
kissed in passion the moment was electric.  It felt so good.....  and she
felt her pussy wake up as it only did for her when in her own bed... 
playing.  She opened her mouth wider, and then he felt her tongue, at first
timid, then suddenly passionate inside his own mouth.

   She lifted one leg...  certainly not a conscious action...  and now his
hard cock was pressed against her.  He reached an arm down from her back to
cup that hard little, denim-covered bottom.

   She broke off their kiss, a first kiss that had lasted a seeming age.

   "That was lovely Hal, but we really shouldn't.  I've had a long day, and
I need my sleeping bag.  So goodnight."

   And she gave him a chaste peck on the end of his nose and was gone.

   Saturday was a working day as the whole team was motivated to use every
reasonable weather day.  This third day was particularly exciting as the
grave she was now working on with Hal was another of a warrior, a male
skeleton this time.  As well as his long sword he had been buried under his
great shield, so the excavation was particularly delicate, the remains of
the shield....  its central enamelled iron boss, and enigmatic pieces of
ironwork around the rim....  had to be recorded and lifted before much work
could be done on the bones.  It was fascinating work, and the joint effort
brought the couple closer together, almost brother and sister were it not
for the growing sexual tension between them.  Often Hellen would catch his
eye and smile shyly, and he knew she was thinking about his kisses and
caresses the night before.  And she knew he knew!

   So it was a slightly different Ms Primavera at the dig that day, her
narrow view of life being subtly subverted as she began to learn what it is
really to be a grown-up adult with sexual feelings and needs.  And after a
couple of drinks and a pub meal the couple strolled, hand in hand now, down
to the shore, this evening skirting the camp-site, and sitting on a
sand-dune still warm from the afternoon sun, facing a mill-pond smooth sea.

   There was enough light to see her lovely face as he kissed her and she
reciprocated more readily and easily than she had the night before. 
Clearly she had got used to the idea and entered into the new-for-her game
really passionately.  Poor Hal had such a terrible hard-on for the girl
that his balls actually ached in a way they had not done since he was a
teenager.  He knew by now she was a mass of inhibitions created by the
stupid restrictions the Sisters at her convent school had imposed, and
enhanced by the shame and guilt the priest nurtured in his flock around all
the pleasures of sex, So he knew he had to proceed cautiously.

   That did not stop him slipping his arm around her waist and cupping a
breast in his palm.  Warm.  Round.  Firm.  Erect nipple felt through the
layers of bra and blouse.  Her only reaction was to kiss even more
passionately, her tongue exploring his mouth, so he undid one button and
slipped his hand inside.  Now he really could feel her nipple, and he
gently squeezed it, though the slippery nylon.

   Hellen knew her nipples had a connection somehow to her pussy, and when
she masturbated she always began by doing exactly what Hal had just dared,
and the result was the same.  Her clitoris....  she called it her
button.... woke up.

   She liked it enough to let him continue doing it, though she knew it was
"wrong".

   But it was too much when he managed to get his fingers actually into her
bra and was fondling the naked breast.

   "Oh!  No!  Hal.  No!  You shouldn't.  We shouldn't."

   But it felt good and she did not push his hand away so he continued, and
pulled the bra up and off her breasts, tight over her upper chest.  Now he
could caress that matchless bosom properly.  She gasped as he drew his
fingers up a breast and tweaked the long, rubbery nipple between thumb and
forefinger.  But she kissed again, and just knew that her knickers were
wet.

   His other hand was on her naked thigh, stroking upwards towards the
triangle of her denim shorts.

   Panic: she was going to Mass on Sunday, and it was too late for
Confession.  She would not be able to take communion.  She would have to
sit alone while all those without un-shriven sins went to the altar rail,
and everyone would know she had sinned.  Help!
"I think we should stop now, Hal.  It's lovely but I know we should

stop. Please, Hal."

   And he did of course.  Tomorrow is another day!

   .........................................

   Sunday was indeed another day, and for the first time in many years
Hellen did not go to church.  It would just have been so embarrassing, and
in any case she could not really think that a few kisses and caresses could
really be sinful.  Though allowing them to get her little button excited
might be: and she would certainly also have to confess playing with her
nipples and her "love button" this morning in her sleeping bag until it
again gave her that lovely feeling....  well that was certainly a sin too.
"Self abuse" the Sister Benedict called it.  Just a bit more now, pull on
the button, push it, rub it....  and ....  Yes!  Lovely that feeling......

   Sometimes she thought the sisters and the priests had been too
interested in her little sins, and she wondered if it was the same sort of
interest she knew men took when they ogled her body in the street.  Perhaps
they got off hearing a pretty girl confess to sexual fantasies....  and
"self abuse".  Shit!  Thinking that of the religious men and women
certainly would be a sin too!  She giggled, feeling strangely happy this
morning.

   Well, fuck them all she thought.  It was all too complicated and just
rather silly.  A bit sinister too.

   So she had a lay-in listening to the radio in her tent, reading a bit,
bringing herself off a second time thinking of Hal, and then going over to
the shower block for a lovely hot shower and hair-wash.  It was nearly
mid-afternoon when instead of her usual shirt and shorts she put on her
prettiest summer frock, the one with buttons down the front.  Under it she
had put on a very flimsy bra, and more to the point she chose the one that
fastened at the front.  Hal liked her breasts and she liked to feel him
caressing them, so why not make it easier for him?  She thought about
wearing her hiking boots because she wanted a nice long walk with him, but
knew she looked much more feminine in silver trainers, and in any case
there was no mud after two weeks of sunshine.  She giggled as she
remembered how the men at Felicity's 21st had ogled her legs when she wore
those four-inch black high heels.  It would be nice to see if Hal would be
affected like them: she was sure he would.  She knew her legs were good....
but those heels did something special for her ankles....  and for her
bottom!

   She brushed her hair till it shone, put a scrunch around a pony-tail,
and let it hang down her back.....  nearly to her bottom.  Primavera
indeed, she thought.  She considered her hair and breasts her best
features,,,, and suspected the men agreed.  Some women too!  At that
thought she giggled.  She had often wondered what it would be like.  and
that really would be something worth confessing!

   As an afterthought she undid the top button and went and hammered on the
door of the camper van.

   Hal emerged at the door wearing just brief khaki shorts.  Her heart
leaped at how strong and handsome he was, and that wonderful smile.  His
cock stiffened as he looked down at her slightly anxious expression, but
mostly into the cleavage revealed from his vantage point above her.  Her
bra was almost transparent, and confirmed her aureoles and nipples must be
brown, and probably her breasts as tanned as those delicious long legs.

   "Hi Hellen.  I'm about to cook up my breakfast-cum-lunch.  Join me?"

   !I'd love to.  I missed breakfast and lunch too.  Lazing about."

   She giggled thinking , Jerking Off More Like.  Expect he did too!



   .............................................

   It turned out that Hal was a good cook....  at least at the bacon egg
and chips level of cuisine, though Hellen was amused at his typically
bachelor lack of housekeeping skills.  Frankly the carpet needed a good
sweeping and probably more, and his bed was unmade, though the duvet looked
clean enough.  The double bed was up and she had to sit beside him to eat,
sharing the same tray on their laps.  She insisted on doing the washing up
though he did the "drying".....  like a long-married couple he joked.

   Hellen wondered what it would be like.....  She guessed something like
that was in the back of Hal's mind: his hard cock was obvious despite his
futile attempts to hide it.

   He showed her on an OS map the round-trip walk he enjoyed, about eight
miles in all, with a tea-room halfway round if they felt like a drink or a
bun.

   Or needed a pee, she thought but didn't say.

   ................................................

   The first three miles were along the beach, and the first mile was quite
crowded with families, couples, and stray males from the camp-sites and
car-parks in the small town where the dig was taking place.

   The tide was in and the strand of pebbles and sand was restricted so the
beach parties were really a bit crammed in together, and our couple had to
stroll in amongst them, often very close.  Hal was a bit annoyed that in
every group they passed the men followed Hellen's lovely figure and face
with envious, and frankly lustful gazes fixed on her long, shapely legs,
cute little jutting out bum and above all those perky tits and her
waist-length ash-blonde hair.  He could not blame them for gazing in envy
at her super-model good looks and that skimpy, figure-hugging summer frock,
but he found he was annoyed, almost as if Hellen were his, and his alone.
Not as annoyed, he guessed at the often dumpy wives who did not appreciate
their usually middle-aged, beer-bellied husbands' erotic fantasies so
publicly displayed.

   He realised that many of these pot-bellied Lotharios had a wonderful
view of his lovely companion as they lay flat on their backs sunbathing:
straight up her skirt, those lovely legs, thighs, and certainly into her
crotch.  They would be gazing at her panties, and this meant they had seen
more of her than he himself had managed so far.  This should have made him
angry, but he surprised himself by finding that fact especially sexy. 
There was no doubt his cock was super-stiff, and it was the idea of a score
of men admiring his companion's pussy, her lovely little crotch in its
panties, perhaps even the outline of labia, that was giving him the hard on
and a breathless tight feeling in his chest.  If her panties were as flimsy
as her bra which he had seen then they might even see more than the
outline.....  Then he imagined all those cocks assailing her, and that was
doubly stimulating.

   Yes!  He was happy that his Hellen was the object of strangers' lust. 
Amazing, he thought, utterly amazing.  But there was no doubt.  Fuck!  He
really was kinky sometimes!

   As for Hellen, she knew men lusted after her, was proud of her looks,
partly hard-earned by exercise and watching her diet, partly god-given. 
She was a bit ashamed too, feeling guilty that this was obviously the Sin
of Pride, and one never yet confessed formally....  However, she could see
Hal had an erect cock right now, and that made her feel sexy.  She knew her
pussy would be damp, and loved the feeling.  So she held his hand as they
walked, she strutting deliberately long-strides and sometimes almost
invading sun-bathers' space, imagining theit lustful thoughts.  She had
never felt as happy as right then.

   The crowds thinned out and by a mile from the camp-site there were just
occasional couples or singles.  Hal and Hellen took off their shoes and
hung them around their necks by the laces so they could paddle in the
shallows where the waves just lapped gently over.  Occasional holes in the
sand and shingle, unseen in the sandy water, meant that Hal's shorts and
more spectacularly Hellen's dress got soaked below the waist.  Hal walked
behind her sometimes, admiring her arse where the wet cotton clung to its
contours, and the shape of her tiny thong showed through.  He knew her bra
was white and this confirmed her knickers matched it.  "We should have
brought our swimming costumes, Hellen.  Can't really skinny dip with these
people about."

   He was sure a couple of guys at the top of the beach had binoculars, and
he was equally sure he knew what they were focussed on!" To give them
something to think about he put his arms around her and, knee-deep in the
water, kissed her, turning her so the voyeurs would have a great view of
her arse as he caressed it.  He now knew, and accepted joyfully, the fact
that making other men turned on by his lovely companion was a complete turn
on for him too.....

   Hellen enjoyed his tongue in her mouth, his hand on her buttocks, and
above all his hard cock pressed against her.  She wondered if she loved
him. This felt like love......

   ...................................

   They should have brought a drink with them this hot afternoon, but
thirst was satisfied at the little cafe, before they turned back for the
rather longer return leg, along the landward side of a lagoon that
stretched all the way, just inside the dunes that separated it from the
beach and the ocean.

   Grass-hoppers skittered ahead of them as they walked through the short,
wiry grass.  There were no people this side of the lagoon and no footpath
had been worn: Hal thought this must be rather like Adam and Eve's
paradise, or perhaps Venus' Garden....  he should be so lucky!

   Almost half-way along the lagoon he spotted a place where the grass
seemed shorter and greener on a low mound.

   "Let's take a breather..."

   Rabbits had used this as their thumping ground, which explained the
shorter, greener grass, trimmed by their teeth and fertilised by the dry
pellet droppings.  He took off his t and used it to sweep a couple of yard
clear of the little round balls, laying his shirt down for them to sit on.

   Hellen's heart leaped at the sight of his barrel-chest with muscles so
strong as to be almost breast-like, and lots of golden hair, a deeper gold
than his head, but lighter than the hair on his muscular thighs.  He was
god-like!  She so wanted to touch her clitoris as it was almost demanding
she did....  she could not of course, but when he sat beside her she put an
arm around him, enjoying his closeness, naked flesh against her, the subtly
different masculine scent, and above all the manly strength in those
shoulders, biceps and pecs.

   Those biceps held her as she offered her lips for a kiss.

   Her eagerness made it easier for Hal, who was still very aware of her
religious-inspired inhibitions, and had been worried about this moment for
the past half hour.  It was one thing standing up in pitch darkness, quite
another in the revealing sunlight, half-sitting, half lying on the grass.

   But her tongue was in his mouth seconds after his had penetrated hers.
This was a girl who once her mind was made up went for it with passion!

   They sat in each others arms, lips and open mouths pressed together,
tongues searching, while she caressed his body, decently above the waist,
feeling muscles, combing fingers through chest hair, while he un-popped
three more buttons down the front of her frock and slipped a hand in to
feel her breast through the flimsy nylon brassiere.  Her nipple was erect
and he pulled at it, feeling a little gasp from the girl.  He managed to
get one finger down inside the cup to feel the silkiness of her skin, but
the firmness of the flesh.

   He reached behind seeking the catch.

   "It undoes at the front, darling...."

   She had called him darling!  The catch was easy and the bra came apart,
cups falling away from her breasts.  He looked at them.  Had there ever
been breasts as lovely as these?  Firm, round cones, tanned but lighter
than her legs or the rest of her torso now exposed.  And those erect
nipples, brown like the little aureoles and seeming almost to be pulling
the perky tits upward and outward.

   "You are so lovely, Hellen."

   He held one breast in his free hand and lowered his head to the other,
kissing the silky flesh and then taking the nipple between his lips,
pulling at it and sucking.

   Now she did gasp and held his head in place, legitimising his action. 
She always stimulated her nipples when masturbating, and had long been
aware of the mysterious link between them and her clitoris even before she
even had tits but this wonderful feeling was much stronger with his lips
than ever with her fingers.

   "Oh yes!  Oh yes!"

   Hellen knew her pussy would be really wet now, and longed to finger
herself....  she was so close to that feeling of pleasure and bodily
well-being her fingers could give her.

   She moved his head from one breast to the other....

   As she did so, and as his lips closed on her other nipple, he rested his
open hand on her thigh, high up under the hem of her dress.  The skin was
silky smooth, softer on the inside of her thigh as he slowly moved his hand
up towards her crotch, The side of his hand found her thong, damp from the
arousal it hid and protected.  His index finger pressed against the damp
nylon.

   "Oh no!  Please darling, no.  We shouldn't really".

   Poor Hellen.  She wanted her clit fingered more than anything else this
moment, but still in her addled mind was the notion of sin.

   His finger found the hard nub of her clitoris and pressed it through the
nylon.

   Another gasp.  A half-hearted, "please don't, darling...."

   But he did, pulling the front panel of the thong aside and sliding his
finger up the wet, slippery cleft to stimulate her "love button" without
the barrier of nylon.  He pulled at it, pushed it like a bell-push, made
figure-of eights around it, all the while licking her breasts, sucking her
nipples, squeezing them with his free hand.

   She lay backward on the grass, her legs now wide open, her hands holding
his head to her breasts, moving it from one to the other as she needed, and
all the while those fingers tweaked and rubbed her clit.

   She was not demonstrative or loud, but Hal knew she was cumming when her
body tensed and her ankles crossed.  All he heard was a series of panting
gasps....  he continued to caress and lick her breasts but let the knickers
cover her pussy again.  As he did so he was aware of a flash of light a
hundred yard away across the lake.  It was the second time he had seen it,
and he suddenly realised what it was.  Binoculars.  Some guy was hidden in
the scrub over there and had been watching, enjoying her lovely tits, her
long legs, her half-covered pussy....  and her orgasm.  His cock, already
ram-rod hard, twitched at the thought of the guy doubtless masturbating at
these views of a near-naked blonde super-model, spraying his cum onto the
sand as he gloated over the view.

   Hellen sat up, looking at him shyly, but with eyes that had become
sultry and lazy....  post orgasm eyes for him to enjoy.  He took her hand
and placed it where his cock, laying diagonally across his belly, made a
clear outline on his khaki shorts.

   She pulled her hand away as if it was scalded.  Another sin to be
confessed: she wanted to feel it, wanted indeed to see it, but knew she she
shouldn't.
He decided his own orgasm would have to wait till he was alone....  in
fact if he had taken her hand to his cock again she very probably would
have made him climax too, but he was willing to play a long game with this
lovely, sweet girl.  What he did learn, though, was confirmation that
annoying as it certainly should be, he actually found it exciting when guys
lusted after her.  Astounding!  But he knew when he jerked off later,
tonight, it would be to a fantasy of threesome sex, and not just a simple

possession of her lovely, sexy body.....

   ...................................

   All that week they worked till dusk while the good weather lasted, then
went to the Kings Head to eat, and finally sat watching the moon rise over
the sea, she naked breasts, he suckling them and bringing her to her climax
by fingering her clitoris.  He did not try again to have her masturbate
him: he guessed her brain-washing was still too deeply engrained.  His
jerking-off fantasies included exposing her to the gaze of lustful men. 
Sometimes he imagined her flashing her lingerie for them, sometimes more
deeply disturbing fantasies of the naked girl being fucked.  He felt this
was wrong, but it seemed that was how he was, a man who wanted to share his
girl.  Astonishing, but his body told him that was what he needed most.

   It all changed Saturday night.

   The evening at The King's Head had been lively, and with the prospect of
a lie-in Sunday Hal and Hellen had stayed a bit later, and had a couple
more drinks than usual.  Hellen was still wearing her working clothes which
on a hot and humid day had included a low-cut and cropped top which bared
her lovely midriff and drew the male gaze to the low-cut neckline.  All
evening she (and Hal, but he knew his company was not the attraction) had
been the centre of an animated group of young, eager male students from the
Archaeology Department.  Hellen loved this attention with an innocent glee
at her attractiveness to males, and it could even be said she flirted a
bit. As usual Hal became more and more exasperated, but in an equal measure
he was sexually excited by the sight of these young, virile guys lusting
after her.  The Hellen that launched a thousand stiffies he joked to
himself.  And he himself as always got a boner when he saw the young men
lusting after "his girl", though he still could not understand why.

   So when they left they were happy, both feeling randy, just a little
drunk, and looking forward to the usual evening snogging session on the
beach.  They were about half-way there when with a flash of lightning and a
rumble of thunder the skies opened and they were assailed by torrents of
rain.  At first they enjoyed it, chanting "I'm singing in the rain" and
dancing along the path.  It was pitch dark, except for the flashes of sheet
lightning, and few more alarming lighting strikes, but it was well-trodden
and they knew the way.

   The rain was a dense mix of large drops and smaller ones, and the big
ones must have come from very high because they were icy cold.  That and
the realisation, cutting through their alcoholic haze, that they were the
tallest things about, and lightning was striking changed all that.

   They started to run the last mile to the camp-site, and were thoroughly
wet and bedraggled, panting with the exertion by the time they got there.

   They stopped in front of his van, parked under one of the few street
lamps on the site.

   "You're frozen, darling: you look like a drowned mermaid!"

   "And you're soaked too, Hal.  God!  I'm cold."

   He had not heard her use The Lord's Name in vain before, and was to be
honest glad to see she was at last shaking off her brain-washing and
becoming a more sensible human being, as well as being a goddess in her
beauty, even wet and bedraggled.

   "You can't go to your tent like that, Hellen.  You'll catch your death."

   Without asking or waiting for an answer he unlocked the door and pushed
her up and in, switching on the dim light.

   They stood, dripping onto the grubby carpet, looking at each other.

   She smiled, laughed.  He caught the infection and laughed too, taking
her in his arms and kissing.

   "Got to get out of these wet clothes.  The heater on the van is no good,
takes an hour to get anywhere near warm but at least it's dry in here. 
I'll get us a couple of towels."

   Hellen watched as if literally frozen, motionless, almost not breathing
as he shucked off his sandals, raised his arms and pulled off his t, and
then, looking her in the eye, undid his belt, dropped his shorts and
stepped out of the heavy, wet mess.  He stood there naked....  and her eyes
were mow fixed on his only half-hard cock, a long, wide hose-pipe thing
dangling over his ball sack.  Nothing like the tidy little genitalia of her
beloved Greek and Renaissance statues, but shockingly sexy and altogether
attractive.  A little warmth crept into her loins.

   Come on, Hellen, we've got to get dry and warm.  He pulled a drawer
open, pulled a towel out and dried his chest, his back and then bum and
legs while she slowly pulled her t up and off.  Her bra was wet enough to
be nearly transparent.  The little brown aureoles and cold-stiffened
nipples showed clear through the wet fabric.  As he watched, towelling his
midriff, cock and balls, she un-buckled the fancy leather belt, undid a
button and a zip, shucked her own trainers, and dropped her shorts.  His
eyes focussed on her pretty white panties, with blue flowers on the front
panel.  High cut they accentuated the curve of her hips, and as she turned
slightly side on he could see her rounded bottom stretching the wet satin
altogether suggestively.  Behind the blue and white silk he could make out
the ghost of her pussy....  pubic hair and labia.

   Soon!

   A second's pause and then a decision as with a shake of the head she
reached behind and unclasped her bra: a flick of her shoulders and it
joined their clothes on the floor, leaving those gorgeous little tits, so
perfectly formed, so perky and pert, rounded and tanned, no sag lines,
those tits which figured in his dreams, obsessing him, revealed by a shyly
smiling goddess.  No crossed arms to conceal them, just a proud, confident
knowledge that she was perfectly formed, and that men were a complete
push-over.  His frankly admiring gaze gave her clitty a further little
boost....

   Knickers too, darling.  They're soaked.

   Why the hell not, she thought: it was not only rain water wetting them!.
He was naked already and she had nothing to be ashamed of in her body, and
he had felt her up there so often already.  If there was a sin...  and by
now she was beginning to doubt that....  then she was already deep in it.
What is more, Hal's cock had already stiffened and now was real manly,
pointing direct at her.  She knew what an adult cock looked like, but had
never seen one for real, and those surreptitiously studied pictures and
photos had nothing of the masculine arrogance and magnificence of Hal's,
with its lovely pink helmet and the blue vein on its white shaft....  and
those balls hanging huge in and below the forest of golden curls.  He was
beautiful.  She wanted him, and it was not only her clitoris prompting her
now, as her whole body seemed to be longing especially her breasts and the
tightness in her chest must be a desire in her heart: though she was
certainly aroused despite the cold, and was aware she was.

   And so was he when shyly and slowly she eased her wet knickers down to
show him the pussy he had fingered so often but never seen.  His cock
stiffened rock hard and twitched at that so cute-triangle of curls, a
richer gold than her ash-blonde waist-length hair now sadly wet and lank,
and the puffy but virginally closed labia.  Those lips just invited kisses,
he thought.  Soon!

   He took the towel again and dried her, patting gently rather than
abrasively as he had dried himself, and not afraid to make sure breasts,
bottom and thighs were dry.  If he lingered on her bottom and thighs who
could blame him?  Certainly not Hellen who knew exactly what he up too, and
was herself excited by this disguised caress.

   "You are lovely, Hellen, the most beautiful ever....  Botticelli's
Venus, but even her hair is not as blonde as yours."

   "And you are handsome, Hal: so strong and tanned.  Veronese's Venus and
Mars.  No wonder people stare at us wherever we go."

   "You've noticed that too?  I think it's you they are ogling more than
me, and you are more beautiful than Veronese's Venus.  Her hair is brown
and cropped short, and her tits are not so perky or firm.  And she's not
tanned, like you.  Given the choice Mars would have you every time."

   "But it's us two, both of us, they are staring at .....  imagining what
we like to do: I hardly dare to think what those men fantasise when they
stare.  And his Mars is not as handsome as the god has brown hair, not your
golden locks, and you can't see his penis, sadly."

   "You're shivering, girl.  Under the duvet with you while the old heater
gets going."

   Under the still-cold duvet the girl accepted his embrace, naked to
naked, arms and legs entwined, open-mouthed kissing.  She knew that tonight
she would give him her body, and it was right she should.  Venus and Mars,
and be fucked to the Nuns.  What did they know about love?

   Her Mars was suckling on her breast again while she reached between them
and clasped his cock, feeling the strangeness of silky exterior covering
steel-rod inside, feeling the surprising heat, and marvelling that her hand
could not close all round it.  How could that monster fit in her vagina,
tight and where nothing larger than her finger and the handle of her
hairbrush had ever penetrated?  And yet, if offered she decided she was
going to accept it joyfully.

   His mouth moved from her right nipple to her left, and the stimulus from
her breasts to her pussy was at least doubled.

   "I love you, Hellen."

   Her heart leaped with joy.

   "And I love you, too, Hal."

   He was licking down now, licking her body, and down to her belly,
lingering with pointed tongue into the spicy nest of her navel.  She
stroked his shoulders and could feel unfamiliar muscles beneath the sparse
golden hairs, and the soft, tanned skin.

   "Oooh!  That tickles, but don't stop.  It's nice."

   Now she had one hand in his hair, still damp, the other feeling the
muscles of one sturdy biceps, his cock now beyond her reach.  She wished he
would rub her clitoris....  but knew tonight would bring her much more than
that accustomed caress.

   He was licking further down now, and his nose was in her fleece: she
could feel his hot breath there as his hand parted her pussy lips.  "Yes!"
she murmured, thinking he would now stimulate her clit, as he always did.

   The sweat of a hot day "in the trenches", and evening at the Pub, and
now the arousal of a naked man in her arms, all this had heightened her
female scent, and it was near intoxicating to Hal as he felt her pubic hair
with his nose and grasped both thighs, one in each hand.  God!  How he had
wanted to taste her!

   So then she felt his mouth on her open cleft, his tongue in her wetness.

   Unthinking the words burst out, her inheritance from the Nuns and their
Priest.

   "No,Hal.  Not that.  I don't need that, don't want that.  It's wrong."

   Somewhat crestfallen Hal returned to kissing her legal and
ecclesiastically approved lips, enjoying her tongue in his mouth and her
hand on his cock again, some recompense for the refusal of oral sex.  He
guessed she would find sucking him "wrong" too: perhaps not, he hoped.

   "No Hal.  We don't need that.  Feel how wet I am.  Please no."

   He pressed his thumb on her clitoris and for the first time penetrated
her vagina with his index finger, feeling it hot, wet, tight and above all
smooth and muscular as it contracted and gripped him.

   "That's something, Hellen.  Did you do it on purpose or did it just
happen?"

   "What?  Like this, darling?"

   And again his finger was gripped.  That's better, he thought.  This
promised to be a lovely fuck, not only a superlatively beautiful, sexy
woman, but an athlete with control over her vaginal muscles.  Aroused and
juicy!  Paradise!

   "Have you done it before?"

   "No never!  Be gentle...."

   There had been no sign of a hymen....  presumably lost in some athletic
exercise, or perhaps abed with a make-shift dildo.  So he would be careful,
but chiefly to control his own climax, and make sure her first was all she
could have hoped and imagined.  He kissed her, and she could taste her
pussy on his lips despite his kiss down there having been brief and light.
She liked the taste and scent anyway, as she often licked her fingers
after....

   He threw the duvet sideways off her, and surprisingly they had already
heated themselves and the van.  She opened her legs for him as she knew she
should....  or at least guessed, and he knelt beside her fixing this
moment, her lithe, youthful but so feminine body in his memory, especially
her pert breasts, the shy smile, her blue eyes, her tiny waist, and
curvaceous but still not fully feminine hips, her pretty little cunt and
those long shapely legs.  Her nipples were standing brown and proud.

   She raised her bum as he slipped a pillow under her and knelt between
her legs, bending them at the knee and placing his own thighs against hers
propping them in place so she remained open to him, his cock at a level
with her pussy and a mere inch from it.  He cupped her whole pussy.  closed
lips and fleece in his hand for a moment or two gazing down at her so
freely and gladly offered up to him.  He prised her labia open with finger
and thumb while he held his cock in the other hand.

   The inner lips were shining wet and shocking pink, the vaginal opening a
deeper red, and her little nub a lighter pink pearl as he wiped his cock up
and down the cleft, mixing his pre-cum with her slippery wetness.

   Resting his weight on his elbows he placed his knob and pushed, watching
it stretch the inner lips, pulling some flesh down into her it seemed as it
penetrated an inch.  She had beads of sweat on her upper lip and along her
brow and a look of intense concentration as she awaited the moment she
would be made a complete woman, a gift that would have seemed so unlikely a
mere month earlier.  This meant as much to her as to him, probably more. 
He pushed again, the knob entered and amazingly the whole shaft then slid
easily up into her until at the moment his pubic bone met hers, he felt his
knob touch her cervix.  Just right, he thought.

   He was surprised at how ready her cunt had been for his cock, and she
amazed that something so broad and so long could fit so easily.  Quite
deliberately she flexed her muscles, and he felt that vaginal grip he had
before around his finger, but this time with something more substantial to
bite on...

   He groaned, but she recognised his pleasure and gripped again.

   "That feels so good, darling.  You're milking me."

   Her reward was his lips on her breast again, that secret thread that
seemed to join her nipples to her clitoris.  She knew she must be wet "down
there", but knew that was good and was rapturously happy that her gripping
and releasing pleased her lover.  But now he was slowly pulling out, and
then pushing in again powerfully, and she felt his pubic bone rest just
right on her "love-button".  He did it again a bit faster, and then he was
fucking her, still gently with long, slow sweeps, his cock hitting the end
of her vagina a bit painfully, but that discomfort swamped by the feeling
in her vagina, in her breasts, and above all in her clitoris.

   Hal felt her arms tighten round his back, felt her passion increase as
her finger nails dug into his back, the pain helping him to control his
climax.  Then he realised she was coming: she was not a shouter like the
(very few) other girls he had fucked, but there was no doubt she had an
orgasm and now the spasms gripping his cock were no longer deliberate but
truly orgasmic.

   He speeded up, and now the impact of his knob on her cervix made her
squeal, little-girl squeaks, but still the pleasure of a full cunt and
pressure on her clitoris masked the pain.  He went faster and faster, but
still gentle sex by any standard, and as she came again she knew he was
cumming too, and imagined she could feel his semen spurting out into her.

   They were silent for a long time, he stroking her breasts, she combing
her fingers through his chest hair.  She leaned over him to kiss softly.

   "That was lovely, Hal.  Even better than I could have hoped.  Perfect."

   "You are a wonder, Hellen.  Perfect body and a talented pussy to
match...."

   "Let's do it again, darling...'

   "You'll have to give me a quarter of an hour to re-charge the battery.
Unless....."

   "Unless what?"

   He hardly dared say it, but did.

   "Unless you sucked my cock till it got hard again, and it soon would
then...."

   That again!  She just knew oral sex was a sin: proper love-making
outside marriage was supposed to be only a venial sin, the sin of
fornication unless one of you was married when it would be a mortal sin,
adultery.  And it did not feel like a sin at all.  But she was sure sucking
his cock, like when he tried to suck her clitoris, that would be a mortal
sin.  And anyway, she didn't fancy it.  Not at all...

   "We'll wait a bit, Hal."

   ................................................

   Love-making over the following weeks was always the same.  Missionary
position and gentle rather than passionate.  And the only occasion he again
tried to lower his lips to savour the heady perfume of her cunt she gently
pulled his head up before he could kiss or tongue her.  That does not mean
Hal was unhappy: she was lovely and her body, face, and hair would make a
saint hard even without those other minor pleasures.

   Hal had managed to persuade Hellen to get a birth control implant
pointing out she should at least finish her doctorate before becoming the
mother of his baby, which is what she wanted.  Another sin, of course, but
happily she had stopped going to church altogether,and he hoped she would
gradually rid herself of those stupid inhibitions.

   They announced their engagement towards the end of the dig, and Sir
Jasper Mullholland, their Prof, made them the guests of honour at the party
in his house he always gave the field archaeologists when the dig season
ended.

   Hellen was ravishing in a pink, strapless dress with huge stiff
petticoats.  Very fifties retro.  She complained at first that she had no
strapless bra, but they found her breasts were pert and firm enough for
them to fill the dress-cups with no danger of the them slipping out or the
dress slipping down.  And the above-the knee skirts showed off her legs and
ankles, just as the bare top made the most of her tanned shoulders and
lovely, long blonde hair.

   Hellen danced continually, everyone having their turn, and Sir Jasper,
of course, several.  Hal watched with his usual voyeuristic pleasure the
old goat caressing his girl's bum and kissing a naked shoulder or
whispering in her ear heaven only knows what endearments.  Later Hal fucked
her twice after the party was over, recalling his own excited fascination
with the Prof's lust, and that of the randy young student
archaeologists.....  His fiancee thought he had been turned on by dancing
with Sir Jasper's young ballet diva wife Carlotta, but he knew better.

   The party marked the start of the academic year, students back in
lecture rooms and labs, Hal in his study, lecture rooms, and tutor groups,
all the while working on recording the dig, Hellen with her bones in the
lab.  About a month into the term as they lay quiet after sex and before
sleep.

   "Hal.  You know that South African PhD student Joshua Vorster?  Big guy
with a shaven head."

   "I was introduced to him.  Not seen him since.  I wonder how a guy as
black as him got a Boer name.  Must be a story there.  He's an
environmentalist isn't he?"

   "Yes.  He's doing his doctorate on the environment of the Stump Hill
Bronze age site and its impact on the inhabitants.  So he gets to the bone
lab sometimes.  Anyway today he groped me, and asked me for a kiss."

   "Groped?"

   "Felt my bottom, well my pussy from behind really, and asked me for a
kiss."

   "Did you?"

   Hal felt his cock stiffen at the thought of this huge, muscular black
guy feeling his girl up and snogging.....

   "Of course not.  I told him I'm getting married soon, and pushed him
away."

   "Poor chap.  I expect he's lonely and a long way from home.  A stranger
in a strange land.  Alien corn stuff.  Has he made many friends yet?"

   "Not really.  There's another South African, black too...  well brown
really....  Basil, he's called, Basil Abrahams.  He's a lecturer in
Mathematics."

   "Probably Joshua thinks we are all racists.  I think we should ask him
round to dinner one evening, and get him to bring Basil, too.  And you
might give him that kiss he wants to show we are not!"

   "You wouldn't mind, Hal?"

   "Of course not, harmless.  Give him a kiss, darling.  Make his day."

   She felt his cock stiff against her belly again and knew this would be a
rare "two fuck" night.



   ......................................

   Dinner parties at The University tended to start quite late, and the
invit was 7:30 for 8.  The doorbell rang at 7:30 but both Hal and Hellen
were ready, and that meant dinner could actually be at 8, leaving quite a
bit of evening time after.  That suited Hal, who had his own devious plans
for entertainment.

   Hellen went to the door and when she saw her two guests she was glad Hal
had persuaded her to dress up a bit.

   "Wear the dress you wore at The Prof's party: you looked great in it,
and especially dancing.  I'm going to put some music on after dinner and
you'll get all the dancing you want with three of us to your one.  They're
bound to be great dancers.  Guys from Africa always are."

   So she was in her shoulders-bare strapless gown, no bra and relying on
the shape of her breasts to hold it all up: no problem with that.....  and
no sticky-tape needed, unlike some skinny little models, she thought.  He
had also got her to wear her silver high heels and seamed stockings.  The
gold suspender belt did not match the tiny little black thong he also
chose....  but that hardly mattered as no-one would see, would they?"

   She was instantly impressed by the two guys' 'smart casual': they really
looked a million dollars, and she certainly was not over-dressed in
comparison.  Also they were both massive....  all muscle, tall and so very
masculine.  As she was introduced to Basil she found herself wondering if
they had cocks to match their physique.  Well, she would never know, would
she?

   The meal was really quite simple...  whitebait in beer batter, a
sea-food salad, chocolate profiteroles.  It turned out the two men were
both teetotal, clearly more interested in fitness than alcohol.  That
suited Hal for reasons that would eventually be clear (to the reader only,
not the guests), and by the end of the meal he reckoned Hellen had drunk
two thirds of the bottle to his own one third.  She was animated and a bit
giggly.

   Conversation, however, had been rather difficult as three of them wanted
to talk archaeology, but Basil was a bit lost, though he at least tried to
look interested.  So all were relieved when Hal suggested some music and
dancing....

   As His fiancee swayed in the centre of the room in the arms of first
Joshua, then Basil, then Joshua again, Hal swigged straight from a bottle
with a very obvious whisky label on it.  Hellen was too busy dancing with
her two admirers to notice, but they certainly did.  Within half an hour he
was slurring his words, and after nearly an hour, about 10 o'clock, he
announced he felt funny, "But don't let me break up the party: I'll just go
and have a kip for an hour or so and I'll be right as rain.  I'll join you
again then".  He stumbled as he went to the door holding the near-empty
whisky bottle by its neck, struggled with the door handle turning it the
wrong way, till finally opening the door, lurched through it banging his
shoulder and arm against the door jam, and at last slamming it behind him.

   The three looked at each other questioning, but Joshua grabbed Hellen
again and danced very close to the soft blues melody.

   "He'll soon sleep that off....  don't worry, Hellen.  just had too much
to drink, too quick.  Now how about that kiss?"

   Meanwhile, the door closed behind him, Hal scurried along the corridor
to the kitchen, where he tipped the remaining contents of the whisky bottle
down the sink, watching as the cold tea disappeared down the plughole,
switched off the light and quietly opened the serving hatch, giving him a
clear view of the room: Basil now sitting leaning forward over the back of
a chair at the dining table with its cargo of empty desert dishes, and
glasses, of the sofa and the reindeer skin rug in front of it, and more to
the point Hellen and Joshua in an embrace, swaying to the rhythm of the
slow blues number.  She had her arms around his neck, he his arms round her
waist, decently not touching her bottom despite the inviting way the
petticoats lifted the skirt away from her body.  She looked wonderful from
the back with her bare shoulders those long legs, and trim ankles in four
inch heels, silver straps around trim ankles.  God!  Seamed stockings did
something for those legs.

   Hal's cock was half hard, but it stiffened in the next few moments....

   "How about that kiss?"

   Hellen hesitated.  It was wrong to kiss him, she knew, but Hal had told
her she must so the fault would be his not hers if she did.  But she was
not at all sure....

   "I don't think I should.  Suppose Joshua....."

   "Won't see him again I promise.  Did you see how he hit that whisky? 
Out like a light by now.  Come on.  Just a kiss...."

   No instant denial this time and Joshua noting her hesitation pulled her
even closer to him, making sure she could feel the strength of his erection
through the thin cloth of his well-cut slacks.  She was weakening.

   She had indeed felt his hard cock, but then nearly all men got erections
when they were near her, and so what?  Finally she decided: the hesitation
had seemed long to Joshua and her, but to Basil and Hal, watching with
interest in the one and increasing sexual tension and an almost painfully
hard cock in the other it had seemed momentary.

   "OK."

   And she pursed her lips in invitation.

   She was not ready, however, for the passion with which he crushed his
open lips to hers, and the impertinence of his tongue inside her mouth,
deep in it, seeking out her palate and forcing her own tongue back.  As he
did it he moved one hand down and then up under the billowing skirt, so it
cupped a near-naked buttock, squeezing and stroking.  Kissing always made
her pussy wet, awakened her clitoris....  and she was alarmed as she began
to feel that happy tingling.  Alarmed, but the sensation was good, and more
powerful than usual.

   Joshua knew she would be his eventually when he felt her tongue,
tentative at first, but then as passionate as his, force its way into his
mouth.  She lifted one leg from the ground and hooked it around his bum,
pressing her pussy against that bulge in his slacks.  His hand slipped
between her buttocks, only the thin strip of lacy nylon protecting her
hidden secret anus from his finger.

   Behind the serving hatch Hal was ecstatic.  Part of him was indignant at
this youngster taking advantage of his absence, but mostly he felt sexual
excitement as he realised Hellen, his girl, was turned on by the handsome
black guy.  He undid his fly-buttons and let his cock stand free so he
could slowly stroke it.

   She still had her back to the serving hatch, and he saw that impudent
groping hand leave her buttock cheek, return to her waist and.....  bloody
hell...  using both hands he was undoing the button at the top of the
dress, and sliding the zip down.

   At this Hellen did protest: she had heard the zip and felt the dress
loosen over her breasts.  Suddenly sober she almost shouted "No, Joshua! 
No!  I won't have it!  Behave yourself for God's sake.  Do it up again. 
No, Joshua, please.  I don't want that."

   But he held her away for a moment, and with now nothing to support it
the dress fell with into a heap of silk and nylon petticoats, up to her
knees in pink confections.  Naked breasts, and instantly his lips on her
left nipple sucking, pulling at it, nibbling with gentle teeth, licking. 
Still they swayed to the music, he with a hand round her waist but the
other now caressing her right breast while he suckled the other.

   "You like that, don't you.  You love your tits being sucked?  I'll do
the other one now, Hellen.  I bet you're wet: with breasts as good as those
you deserve to be kissed and sucked.  Small but so rounded and firm, yes
firm and silky, and lovely long nipples.  I like long nipples to suck, and
they show a passionate temperament.  I know you love it don't you?  Tell me
how you love your tits sucked.

   No reply.  He was right she did love it, with a force that was burying
any shame or guilt.  And she was wet "down there" she knew it.  Unthinking,
head in a whirl, she held his head to her bosom,

   "Yes!  My slutty white girl likes this....."

   She was near naked as far south as her knees, and her pussy was only
protected by the tiny black thong Hal had chosen.....  with a momentary
pang she remembered his "no-one will see it".  Well here two muscular,
handsome, all-male men were seeing it and....

   "Oh no!  Not that, no."

   She tried to push him away, but his one arm around her with its massive
biceps was greater than all the strength in her two arms, and he held her
there while he slid his hand down the front of her panties to find a rounde
mons with its delicate fleece of soft curls, near-hairless pouting lips,
and, yes, very wet indeed when he slipped his index finger into her inner
lips.

   "Oh yes!  Oh yes!  Hellen.  I knew you wanted it and this proves it.  He
Pulled the finger away and held it momentarily under her nose: the scent of
arousal was familiar to her: No use denying she was aroused.  He laughed
and again lowered his head onto her breasts, sucking first one rubbery
brown nipple and then the other while he rubbed her clitoris, and then
penetrated her vagina with two fingers while he worked on her clit with his
thumb.

   You're gonna cum, whore.  Can't help yourself.  Cum for me slut!

   If he had not held her up she might have fallen.  She had forgotten
everything except those lips, and that imperious hand, up her cunt and
rubbing her clitoris, almost brutally hard now.  She was cumming and could
not help herself.  She never shouted when she came but she did this time,
yelling her climax, swearing, panting, grunting.  This was not like her
genteel little orgasms with Hal: she realised there was a whole new level,
with the pleasure coursing through her whole body, not only her tits and
pussy.

   He was right!  She was a slut, behaving like a whore with her beloved in
the same house letting this black Hercules work her into a passion of lust.
Shameful she knew!  But that was just a word compared with the pleasure she
felt in her cunt and her breasts.

   Joshua did not stop.  The mouth on her breasts, the fingers up her cunt
pounded away, and she came again, her third orgasm building on the heights
of her second and sending spasms racing through her body.  Beyond caution
now she screamed like a cat in heat, a long, moaning yell.  And then
panting, breathless calm.

   "Oh my God!  Suppose Hal heard me shout...."

   "He's out cold!"

   "But suppose..."

   Joshua just laughed, but he picked her up, out of the debris of dress at
her ankles, and carried her over to the sofa He winked at Basil.  Most of
her weight was on a hand cupping her buttock again, but she was clinging to
him, arms around his neck, her bosom pressed against his hairless chest,
her breasts feeling heavy with passion.  "Nip upstairs and check old
sport!"

   Panic in the kitchen!  Hal ran across the corridor and scooted up the
stairs before the door opened and by the time Basil found the right room he
saw his host sprawled across the bed fully dressed slumbering like a babe.
He quietly shut the door.

   Hal gave him time to return, and then a bit more.  He was desperate not
to miss Hellen's seduction, and was sure there was indeed more to come,
although his scheme had been successful so far beyond his wildest hopes. 
He was certain now that the greatest sexual turn on for Henry Augustus
Lindman was to watch Hellen Primavera being abused.  Amazingly kinky, and
beyond understanding rationally, but he had nearly cum without stroking his
cock when he heard her screams of joy....

   When he got back to his spying position it seemed he had not missed too
much.  Basil was back at the table, voyeur like Hal, and Joshua and the
newly liberated Hellen were sitting side-by-side kissing and caressing like
teenagers.  Almost gentle after the rough treatment her pussy and tits had
received a few minutes before.

   Hal's cock was dripping precum onto the tiles now and he dared not touch
it, fearing a cum explosion but he had timed his return well because The
huge man got up, standing over the girl, her laying legs open and rubbing
her clit with one hand, a nipple with the other, all shyness gone, a
lifetime of guilt buried under the avalanche of her cums.  He pulled his
shirt off over his head and the girl gasped at his muscles, his pecs, his
waxed and oiled gleaming hairless chest.  He slipped his shoes off, and she
smiled....  it is always comical watching a man taking his socks off.  She
did not smile, however when he undid his belt and dropped his slacks.... 
no underwear...  to reveal a tool by any standards large, worthy of his
massive build.

   He stood over her naked, and she looked up at that stiff ram-rod, long,
broad, as black as his body but with a flaring purple helmet like some
bizarre tropical mushroom.  He was hairless too around his genitalia which
made that penis look even larger, pointing at her so she could see its eye,
that little slit through which his semen would pour.  She imagined that and
felt a shiver run through her naked body "as if someone had walked on her
grave' as the old saying had it.  It was glorious, Herculean, and his ball
sack hung down so she could see his two seemingly huge balls, full of sperm
she knew.  What a man!  Her fingers were busy and she felt another orgasm
coming, smaller this time than he had given her just now, but bigger than
anything ever with ever Hal all the same.

   "Makes you cum white girl?  Big black cock out of your dreams.  I know
you white girls....  don't touch me they say, but as slutty as you like
when they get a sniff of black balls.  You like my cock, white girl?  Be my
whore?"

   He waved it over her tits and a drop of precum fell on the tanned flesh.
He smeared it over the upright cone.

   "It's so big."

   "It's going into your cunt, little white girl, but first I want to taste
your pussy."

   Hal watched enthralled as Joshua knelt between her legs and pulled at
that skimpy thong.

   "Lift your arse,"

   The black nylon stuck for a second in the mix of cum and cunt juice in
her crotch but came away and he pulled it down her stockinged legs and over
those sexy high heels.  He held the thong up and made sure she saw him
sniff it, appalled at the crudeness of that male gesture, but nonetheless
excited.  The same could be said of her fiance in the kitchen.

   Kneeling he spread her legs again and went straight for her cunt with
his mouth.

   "No, you can't want to.....  No....Please.  It's so wrong!  No."

   She started to struggle, but he had the strength in his wrists to hold
her easily and as he licked in her cleft and especially her clitoris her
protests died away and she felt pleasure building yet again.  Unthinking
she grasped his head, so strange shaven smooth, rounded, and held it firm
against her cunt while his nose and tongue stimulated her clitoris.  She
closed her legs round his ears clamping him in place, and he enjoyed the
feel of those nylon stockings gripping him at the ears, near stifling him
in spicy-scented flesh.  Hands free now she was compliant, he reached up to
tease a breast, while again he finger fucked her, three fingers this time,
brutally in and out her sopping wet cunt.  Abandoning the delights of her
breast and nipples he strummed her clit with the other hand, a guitarist
doing a jazz riff....

   Hal was in a different world, sharing his girl's ecstasy, feasting on
the sight of her submission to the naked lover.  Kneeling, Joshua's black
arse was itself sexy, and for the first time since he was a teenager doing
naughty things with his schoolboy friends he knew that he could find
pleasure between those hard, masculine buttocks.  Worth a kiss and a lick,
if not more, much more....  His gaze focussed on his girl but continually
shifted to the body-builder beauty of the male as well.

   Her rubbery, erect nipples squeezed and pulled, first one and then the
other, her clit nibbled, sucked, licked, rubbed by nose, lips, chin, her
cleft licked and her juices noisily slurped, her cunt filled by gross,
fucking fingers stretching and rubbing, the smell of raw sex everywhere
filling her nostrils and making her giddy with desire, Hellen had lost all
inhibitions now, to the delight of her fiance, and was shouting again...

   "Oh god yes!  Yes!  Oh my god yes!  I'm cumming again .  Fuck!  It's
good.  Don't stop!  Ooooooookh!  Yes!  Yeeeeeeees!"

   Good too for Joshua was the taste and scent of her cunt as she rose to
another climax, good too for Hal was the sound of his genteel, Christian
wife, screaming her pagan joy at oral sex and finger fucking, How many
orgasms was that?  He had lost count.  He would have to cum himself soon,
but was afraid the magic of sexual excitement burying jealous indignation
might disappear if he came....  and this was too wonderful to be cut short.

   "You want to be fucked?  You want a big, fat, black cock in tour tight
whitey twat?  I know you do."

   "You're too big.  You'll split me."

   "Cunts stretch, slut.  Whore cunts love big cocks.  The bigger the
better, and you white girls are no different.  You all dream of big black
cocks.  Well that dream is going to be real.  Right now."

   Hellen knew she should resist, but her body told her she wanted to be
fucked.  This black monster was right, she was a slut who needed that huge
black cock to fill her tight, near-virgin cunt, to lay to rest the passion
and lust his tongue and fingers had built up in her.  She was silent.... 
but he was well aware she had opened her legs just a bit wider, was lifting
her hips just a bit: the invitation was clear, and exactly as he expected.

   He genuinely believed white girls hungered for huge black cocks with
flaring, flaming helmets, with big, spunk-filled balls.  And in the case of
Hellen Primavera that evening he was right.

   To the amazement, and half-ashamed gratification of her fiance who,
voyeur and complacent cuckold, longed to watch her submit, watch her
fucked, watch her cum screaming for more and harder, and faster.  Hal was
so close to cumming now, and he knew it would be a huge climax when he
did....  better to travel than arrive though, and he allowed his cock to
throb and twitch, dripping pre-cum onto the fake stone tiles at his feet.
He stood, elbows leaning on the shelf of the serving hatch, not to miss one
second of the show.....

   Hellen opened her thighs as far as she could, her bum right on the edge
of the sofa, her calves hanging down.  A ladder had appeared in one of her
expensive stockings adding to her slutty appearance that was not helped by
the sweat-smudged make-up.  Joshua was kneeling upright now, and placing
his cock in against her pussy: she felt him part her outer lips with his
left hand while he rubbed his knob up and down her crack holding it in his
fist.  Each time it passed over her clit there was a special thrill.

   She needed it so much.  Now!  Now!

   "I'm ready, Joshua.  Whore me.  Fuck me.  I want to be your slut.  Do
me.....  please, pretty please...."

   He laughed.  "You're all the same.  All eager cunt and tit, even you
prim white girls.  Here it is then...."

   The knob had to stretch her vagina opening even more than his fingers
had, pulling some of the flesh with it, and it was a moment or two of
delightful pressure before it sort of popped suddenly in, to be followed by
the shaft as that flaring dick-head stretched and filled her cunt all the
way up to her cervix, which it banged into quite painfully, making her
squeal with sudden pain.  He looked down....  there was still and inch of
cock outside her cunt.  His ten inches was longer than her cunt: well, so
be it.  Not the first time that had happened, with black as well as white
women....

   So he pulled out to shove it back in even harder, and truly believed he
must have penetrated her cervix by a half of that inch as there was only a
bit of his cock outside now.  She yelled in protest...

   "You're too long!  It hurts.  No.  Stop...."

   But he pulled out as far as the rim of his knob and shoved again: this
time his pubic bone met hers, and her squeal was moderated as the pain was
balanced by the pressure of his body on her clitoris.  He moved slightly so
this would happen every time, and now the pleasure from her vagina and
pummelled clit outweighed the pain of that knob pushing into her body
beyond her vaginal sheath, up into her cervix.  She still shrieked with
every thrust, but no more negatives.

   If she thought his finger fucking was violent, this fucking was brutal,
the male animal dominating and nailing the female.  Faster and faster, her
"Ohs" at the top of each ramming becoming a continuous howl, her arms
waving about uncontrolled as she felt her climax rising, and at that very
moment he reached forward, taking his hands from her hips and cruelly
gripping a tender breast in each, squeezing and pulling at them
mercilessly. She came, her hips bucking up and down beneath him, her vagina
in spasms milking his cock.....  but he did not cum, not yet.

   Even before her orgasm had started to decline he grabbed her round the
waist, shuffled backwards pulling her from the sofa onto the thick fur rug.
His cock slipped from her cunt, which had squirted delightfully in her
climax and as it did so he roughly turned her over so she was kneeling. 
Juices ran down her legs, some dripping into the fur of the rug.

   "Oh No!  Don't stop!  Please!"

   Different negatives now, and he laughed.

   "Want more, slut?  You're my pretty little whore now.  Belong to me..."

   "Yes!  Anything!  But fill me again."

   She knew he had not cum yet and nearly all the wetness that dripped down
her thighs was from her own desire.

   Hal could see clearly that evidence of her arousal, far beyond anything
she had experienced in his arms, in his bed.  She was a changed woman.  And
he, Hal, was a changed man, enjoying ans savouring every minute of this
free show, actually hoping her black lover would drive his girl into more,
even greater screaming climaxes.

   "I'm your slut, Joshua.  I'm your whore you lovely, big, strong, black
bastard!  Fuck me.  Now."

   Hal came, his streamers of white spunk hitting the wall, some splashing
onto the ceiling of the little window-hatch he was peeping through.  Spunk
everywhere.  Never been so much.  and yet he was still stiff, still
hyper-excited by the sight of his wife's seduction and total submission to
the black giant.  And there was to be more: Hal was in Paradise!  And still
stiff despite a near balls-breaking, anus-wrenching cum.

   He watched as Joshua spread her buttocks and leaned forward to lick and
kiss her anus, something Hal had longed to do but never dared.  Fuck!  She
had not even wanted him to look at it, a tight brownish-red flower in the
field of her pure white crease, the prize at the centre of her tanned,
rounded buttocks.  Hellen obviously loved being tongued there, her most
secret place, and Hal realised this was yet another reward for his
tolerance of her naughtiness as she turned her head towards Joshua and
smiled at him, telling him how she loved being rimmed.  How did she know
that word, Hal wondered.  Never mind: he was sure this was her first time.
He just knew that a girl who liked being rimmed would eventually agree to
anal sex, Hal's holy grail.  God!  How he wanted those firm, round
buttocks. He envied Joshua at this moment, but knew the huge black was
doing him a good turn....  as well as turning him on mightily!

   Then she looked away, head down near the rug, and moaned as she felt his
tongue actually penetrating her anus.  She was being taught to appreciate
sex in some of its more delightful aspects.  Hal's cock still dripped....
may have been cum now rather than pre-cum, and twitched as for a moment he
thought he would be able to watch his girl being fucked in the arse, the
cherry on the voyeur's cake....

   But no!  Joshua spread her cunt lips, gleaming and juicy, placed his
knob, and thrust it in her cunt from behind, sudden and brutal.  It must
have struck her cervix especially hard from this angle because the scream
was one of pain not pleasure.

   Which made no difference to her fucker who was slamming his cock into
her as hard as he could, pushing her forward a couple of inches with each
powerful thrust, balls banging against her as his thighs spanked those
lovely buttocks.  Faster and faster, her screams becoming one long
"Aaaaaaah" as pleasure overtook pain.

   "Hey, Basil!  You stiff?"

   "Man!  Like steel!"

   "Fuck her mouth.  We'll spit-roast the white bitch."

   Without breaking the rhythm of his fucking, of the slapping and slurping
sounds that were so exciting Hal, Joshua grabbed a handful of blonde hair
and pulled her head up, holding it at that angle while Basil knelt in front
of her, his cock inches from her face.

   Hellen looked hard at it, for a moment concentrating on something other
than that wonderful feeling in her vagina, in her breasts, in her "love
button".  The cock was if anything bigger, longer, wider than Joshua's,
though the helmet was not flaring: more pointy.  Not much broader than the
shaft.  Not black, but deep brown, and with the extra exciting detail that
he still had his foreskin.  She had seen pictures on her laptop, but this
was the real thing.  Not as elegant as Hal's and Joshua's cut cocks, but
dead sexy the way the cock-head was half covered with skin.  Then he pushed
the skin down the shaft and the helmet was clear....  reddish brown and
gleaming with pre-cum.  My God!  She wanted to taste it.  She supported
herself on one arm and used her free hand to grasp the hard, silky skinned
cock, fascinated by the way the skin moved loose, slipping over that hot,
steel-hard rod.

   He laughed.

   "Please."

   She pulled him towards her, mouth open as wide as she could.  He was not
shaved like Joshua, but must have trimmed his bush short as it was just
wiry hairs, coiled like little black springs.  Everything about Basil's
naked body was new to her, strange, and sexy.  She wanted to taste him,
feel his cock in her mouth, feel his hot cum spurt down her throat.

   He laughed again.

   "White girl wants my cock, Josh...  Hey, slut.  You want it,"

   "Please.  Don't tease me."

   It stretched her jaw, and she wondered if she would ever be able to suck
Joshua's huge knob.  No problem with this one....  and it felt good.  She
sucked on it, and then put both arms around him, supporting herself that
way, as he fucked her mouth.  She did not have to move her head like the
girls in videos: he did it all, slamming his cock in and out almost as
brutally as that cock hammering her cunt.  It tasted good: masculine: and
she now knew she wanted to taste his cum.  Taste?  She wanted to swallow it
all, fill herself with its male potency.

   Joshua reached under her and grabbed her tits, squeezing.

   "Oh God!  I'm gonna cum.  Oh Sweet.....  Oh Yes!  Oh!  Like that, Fuck!
Fuck me.  My cunt.  My mouth.  Gonna cum."

   Joshua felt her spasms gripping his cock and promised himself that next
time she came he would allow himself to as well.

   Basil could hear and see her orgasm, had been stroking his cock, edging
it for asn hour, and now he was ready.  He fucked harder, faster, deeper,
and heard her gag once as he touched her throat with his knob, but then the
gag reflex died, and she held onto him like a shipwreck in a storm as he
fucked, deep into her throat.  And came.

   The first spurt hit her palate and filled her mouth with lovely slippery
cum, tasteless, but very exciting.  She tried to swallow, but was still
gulping when the second squirt gushed out, and she felt it in her nose and
mouth as she tried not to lose a drop of the wonderful, forbidden liquid.
Three and four she counted.  gulping desperately and starting to cum again
as she thought of the sperm filling her belly, and the sperm soon to fill
her womb.

   Her shouts were muffled, as much by the huge volume of cum in and around
her mouth as by the cock jammed in her throat, and this time Josh shot his
load deep in her.  She knew he was cumming, and that his cock-head must be
right up to or in her cervix.  She was swimming in man-juice, in sperm, and
her orgasm was immense, wrenching.

   She sniffed and cum that had escaped to her nostrils was rescued and
swallowed.

   Basil had done, and pulled out.  So had Joshua, who slapped her bottom
as he pulled out.

   "I'm still hard!  You, Basil?"

   "Sure am."

   "Right her cunt's pours.  Her mouth mine....."

   Hal had watched from his vantage point in the kitchen, and had seen and
felt every spasm that had racked his girl's body through multiple cums,
enjoyed her progression from genteel and polite maiden, repressed Christian
girl, through to nymphomaniac slut demanding more and yet more cock, in her
cunt, in her mouth.  This was life changing for her, but also for him.  His
daring tonight had gifted him a beautiful girl, he had always had that, but
one who was now sexually voracious and versatile.

   It was strange, bizarre even, but he really got off on watching his girl
fuck and suck, and knew after the pleasures the two men had given her there
would be no problem persuading her to let him watch her fuck again. 
Somewhere deep inside him he knew this was "wrong", to use the word that
had depressed him when Hellen had uttered it, and also deep inside him was
some remnant of jealous indignation but he also knew that these emotions
were completely buried under the excitement he felt as he watched "his
girl" being used as a sex-toy by virtual strangers. .

   Further, he realised that those half-remembered delightful boyhood sex
sessions with Simon, Jolyon and the others were not just a passing phase,
as he had thought.  Watching Basil''s lovely, athletic arse as the guy
fucked Hellen, his gluteal muscles moving with each powerful thrust, Hal
knew he was really bi-sexual, and that he could happily suck a cock as
magnificent as Joshua's, fuck an arse as beautiful as Joshua's shining,
ebony butt.  He also reckoned both those delights could probably be
arranged now Hellen would co-operate.

   Because Basil was now fucking Hellen, leaning over her back and grabbing
her tits underneath her as he rammed in and out, while Joshua was giving
the same treatment to her mouth.  Her shouts of pleasure were muffled by
that cock, but Hal was able to watch as three, perhaps four more orgasms
coursed through her in quick succession.  The noise of thighs and balls
slapping against her bottom, of the squelching of cock in a vagina flooded
with her squirting juices and Joshua's cum, and above all the scent of sex
that filled the room, spreading even to where the voyeur lurked, all that
added to Hal's near-fainting ecstasy.  He would have to cum again soon!

   But he was denied that as Basil let go of her tits and started to spank
her lovely arse, one noisy slap with each thrust: Joshua was following the
same rhythm as Basil, and the spanking made Hellen cum again.  This time it
must have been mighty as Basil announced he was cumming, and Hal could
count the four great heaves, those gluteal muscles working, opening and
closing that tempting arse-cleft.  That, too was the cue for Joshua, and
Hellen had the pleasure of feeling her mouth and throat filled with three
spurts of silky, thick cum.  She swallowed, but the cum seemed to have
coated her tongue, teeth and palate, and she revelled in that.

   She decided she loved the taste and feel of cum, and that to be
spit-roasted was a new summit of sexual delight.

   But the guys had finished, and were wiping their sticky cocks on napkins
stolen from the debris still on the dining table.

   Hellen knew the fun was over for the evening and immediately started to
worry that Hal might wake up, cum down and work out what had happened.  She
knew she would have to tell him, but it needed to be done delicately.  She
needed him to know, because she just knew now she could not live without
the wild sex these two studs had taught her.  She would have to persuade
him an "open marriage" like those she had read about in the Sunday papers,
was best for both of them.  He could have his girls, and she could have her
studs.

   She loved him, and knew he loved her.  But sex was sex, and now she
fully understood its power.  It was like a drug: once you had tasted the
pleasures of excess, then you wanted more and more.

   "I'm worried Hal might wake up and come down like he said he would.  Can
you guys let yourselves out when you've finished dressing.  Let me kiss you
again.  Good night kiss."

   Hal scampered upstairs.

   It was passionate.  But brief.  And she gathered up her dress, and bra,
and managed finally to find her thong, made a bundle of them and shut the
door behind her.  As she crept quietly up the stairs she realised she would
have to shower before waking Hal: she was dripping cum, and certainly
smelled powerfully of sex.....

   ...................................

   Naked, Hal waited just inside the bedroom door, and pounced on her as
she tip-toed in.

   She was surprised and there was a moment of panic as the situation she
had dreaded, Hal finding out what a bad girl she had been, seemed to have
arrived, but this passed to be replaced by bewilderment as he took the
bundle of clothes, threw them aside and crushed her in his arms, muttering
how good she felt naked.

   She expected him to kiss her, but he did not, instead lifting her up off
the ground: she had her arms around his neck as he took her weight with
hands under her bottom.  She could feel his cock, a solid, steely bar of
nakedness pressed against her.  He lifted her...,.  part of her weight was
held by her arms around him, and astoundingly he slid his cock into her wet
and open cunt, letting her drop a few inches till she was fully impaled.

   He had never done anything like this before....

   Her cunt seemed to remember the shafting the two guys had given her and
immediately woke up: she could feel a climax beginning, and a lovely
feeling in her clit.  Hal's cock filled her completely, and a lot of her
weight was transferred to her pubic bone and her clit was compressed. 
Lovely!  His hands grasped the flesh of her buttocks as he took a step
towards the bed.  His cock moved in her vagina and she deliberately gripped
it.  Then she felt a spasm coming that was not deliberate.  This was so
new, to be fucked with her legs around his body as he walked: after all the
new sex this evening had brought, her beloved Hal still had something to
entrance her.  How she loved him........

   "God!  That's good.  I'm cumming....  Oh, Hal!  That's so good."

   Hal knew her climax owed more to the dozen or more she had with Joshua
and Basil than anything he was doing, but he could live with that.  His
lovely girl was now multi-orgasmic.  Paradise!  He felt her vagina clamp
hard on his cock as he took the first of five steps towards the bed and
amid her climax she squealed as he dumped the two of them on the bed, and
started to fuck her, no words of endearment, no loving caresses, nothing
gentle, just the male animal taking his pleasure from the female, and in
doing so giving her more pleasure than he had ever managed before.

   She liked it rough, did she?  He laughed, thinking how he had treated
her with such respectful gentleness, respected her Nuns' instructions about
what what was and was not permitted, when all the time hidden inside this
lovely girl was a whore struggling to escape.  She liked it rough?  Well he
could do that too, especially with her cunt milking him, the muscles down
there going like the legendary bag of ferrets.  Jeez!  What a fuck she was.

   Good job he had spunked twice watching her: he felt he could go on for
ever, his cock steel with wings!  Her arms and legs were tight around him,
her tits pressed against his chest, and as he fucked he made sure his cock
was raking across her clitoris every time he thrust down into her.  Her
shouts had become a continuous moan of pleasure.  Now all that was stopping
him coming himself was will-power and the pain of her finger nails digging
into his back.  He pressed his open mouth to her lips, felt her mouth open
for him, and penetrated with his tongue, feeling the texture of cum, the
salty taste of two men's cum, still adhering.  It spurred him to shag her
even harder.

   Her tongue forced its way past his.....  and he came.

   Hellen felt his four more powerful thrusts, the sudden extra
lubrication, and knew he had cum, adding his spunk to Joshua's and Basil's:
and she came again, this one filling her who;e body it seemed with the
pleasure...

   Hal rolled off her and was fondling her breasts, a different Hal, less
gentle, tweaking her nipples, squeezing hard.  She loved it.....

   "That was the best, Hal darling.  She held his half-limp, sticky cock.
Let's do it again."

   "You'll need to suck me hard again, sweetie..."

   Instantly she was laying head-to-toe, and his cock was in the warm
wetness of her mouth, her tongue fluttering up and down the shaft.  Next to
his face her cunt was ripe with female and male odours, the heady scent of
sexual excess.  He wanted some of that, and pulled her onto him, her open
legs making her cleft available to his tongue, lips swollen and open so her
clit peeped out, the juices of three men and her own dribbling out.  He had
never seen anything so sexy, and had waited weeks for this moment as he
heard her muffled "Oh yes!  Yes!" when he applied his lips to her clitoris,
pulling at it, nibbling.

   She held his head between her palms and crushed his cock and balls into
her face, feeling his cock right down in her throat.  She no longer gagged
when it touched....  the two black guys were even longer and had cured her.
Then, as she felt his open mouth on her pussy and, glory be!  fingers in
her cunt fucking in and out, she started to bob her head so the cock slid
between her lips.....  in and out.  She made sure her tongue stimulated the
front of the shaft where her two teachers had taught her, and held his ball
sack in one hand while she pulled at the one of her nipples she could reach
with the other.

   Hal felt his orgasm building stimulated by her lips and throat, but also
by the knowledge that his cum would be joining that of the two studs he had
joyfully watched, and that he was finger fucking his own lovely girl's
cunt, lubricated by his and two other man's cum.

   Then, as she came yet again her little, soft fingers pulled on the skin
of his scrotum while his cock was deep in her throat: he came, what he knew
was a huge squirt straight into her throat.  He pulled back a second, and
then thrust again, this time his cock-head stopped by her tongue so his
second gusher filled her mouth: she was swallowing desperately for his
third and fourth.

   She was stii cumming, and he could feel her spasms with gripping his
fingers in her cunt....

   ..........................................

   He moved so they were side-by-side again, and he tenderly kissed her,
all passion spent.  This was the old Hal again, Hellen thought, but she had
seen a side of him that promised real hot sex from now on....  She did not
yet know how good.

   She had known, even when enjoying the cocks, lips and fingers of her two
black studs, known she would have to find a way to tell Hal or that secret
would come between them.  Worse, she knew that now she had tasted the joys
of promiscuous, unbridled sex she would be back for more.  She loved Hal,
but sex and love did not necessarily go together.  No, that's not right,
she thought.  Love needed sex, but sex did not need love.  Could be sheer
pleasure.

   "I love you, Hal."

   "And I love you, Hellen."

   God!  This was going to be difficult.....

   "Hal, I've got a confession to make...."

   "I know.  I know it all, Hellen.  I saw it all."

   "You saw it when they.....  "

   She could not bring herself to say the words Fucked and Sucked.

   "I saw it all, darling, from the kitchen hatch.  I watched you the whole
evening."

   "And you did not stop them?  How.....  Why......"

   "Darling.  I've go a confession to make, too.  I used to get angry when
guys hung around our bit of the dig, and I knew they were only wanting a
look at your legs and bum and dream about your tits.  Well look at you
generally.  I couldn't blame them because you are sexier than even the
celebrity super models.  So it was only natural for them to want you, to
lust really, and I guess natural for me to be jealous and and least
exasperated.  But what was not normal was I got a kick out of seeing you
being lusted after.  And it was even worse in the Pub, or when we went
shopping.  As soon as I saw a guy turned on by you....  well my cock got as
stiff as his.

   It got so bad that I deliberately set you up so that those two black
studs would at least get to kiss you....  I did not really expect more. 
But as they started on you for real, so I got more and more excited.  I
came twice just watching you cum, watching you getting more and more
excited.  Seeing Joshua undress you, fuck you, fuck your mouth, and Basil
too.

   I know that's not normal in a guy who loves a woman like I do, but it's
how I am.  I love you dearly, more than anything else in the world, Hellen,
but I still find it a complete turn-on when you have sex with another guy
and see you enjoying it.  And something else: I think I may be bisexual
because I found those two fit guys a turn-on too, especially watching their
magnificent male bottoms while they knelt and fucked you.

   There.  Now you can tell me what an evil bastard I am...."

   "No.  darling.  I loved you.  And I love you the more for being so
honest.  And it is not as shameful as me lusting after guys....  I never
thought I would.  But now I know I can, and do, and will.  And as for
bisexual, well, I've sometimes wondered what it would be like with a
beautiful woman....  Carlotta, say, or that student with the red hair,
Dierdre.  So you can tell me what a slutty whore I am..."

   "No darling.  Kiss me instead...."

   "Hey!  You're stiff again, Hal.  Let's....."

   "You on top this time, Hellen.  You fuck me...."

   "Hold my tits then."

   Hellen had seen a video of this so knew how to do it, and found she
could make it last by varying her pace to suit the obvious state of Hal's
arousal.  And she could talk....

   "You remember old Sir Jasper whispered while I was dancing with him at
his party.  Guess what he was saying."

   "Something rude, the old fucker..."

   "He wanted me to be his mistress.  Hinted I'd get an easy ride to my PhD
and a good job after."

   "And you?"

   "I told him t0o behave himself, and treated it as a joke.  Well, you
know Carlotta is with the ballet company in America for a six week season
now.  He came up behind me in my lab a couple of days ago and groped me
from behind....  a tit in each hand, and asked me again.  Wanted me to take
the afternoon off and come to bed with him.  And do you know, although I
knew it was very wrong, I was just a bit excited....  wet, you know..... 
Anyway I pulled his hands away though I liked them on my breasts, and told
him to behave himself: he knew I was soon getting married."

   "A bit excited then?"

   "And ashamed a bit...."

   "Poor old Prof.  Probably lonely without his Carlotta."

   "Feeling a bit left alone, like poor Joshua, you mean, Hal?"

   She giggled.

   "Yeah!  Shall we invite the old goat to dinner, Just the three of us."

   "Oh yes!  I love you Hal!  Oh yes!  I could wear that black shift and
pretend it's a dress, You know, the one that just reaches mid-thigh and is
so tight.  And if he pulled the shoulder straps down, it would just slip
down to my feet...."

   "Nothing under it except garter-belt and stockings.  No bra or
panties....  Four inch high heels.  Jeez!  I'm gonna cum, Hellen."

   "Me too: here we go.  Fast and hard, and you squeeze my tits as I cum."



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