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   Posesssion Chapter 1: The Honeymoon.  (C) Hamilton Joyce.  MF, MFF, MMF,
mc.

   She really was lovely in her wedding dress, not the traditional
voluminous skirts and long train, a simple tube of white silk, discretely
knee length, but doing full justice to her slender, almost boyish curves
and those tempting little breasts.  The gown was white, and I knew that was
not a pretence because I had peeked inside her mind several times.  She
actually was a virgin amazing as that was in 1995, of Goan Indian stock,
from a family that was Christian, but not fanatically so: parents refugees
from Uganda, so nominally Catholic.  Daddy had built a successful
engineering company, and bought his daughter the best education England
could offer.

   The groom was a very handsome young man, as English as his bride, but he
too of Asian stock.  His family was Moslem but he was not at all religious:
the two had decided on a secular wedding in the Town Hall so as not to
annoy Christian or Moslem sensitivities, or perhaps annoy both equally!  He
had a good body, worked out a lot, so even though he was small boned and
not tall, he had good strong muscles, fit.  Think light-weight boxer build.
I had peeked inside his mind too, and was surprised to discover he had not
yet seen his bride naked, never felt those breasts, never even seen her
pussy let alone fucked her.  He had fucked several girls though, nurses
from the hospital and university students before that.  So one virgin, and
one more-experienced but innocent still of any real sexual contact with his
virgin bride this wedding night.  It was going to be fun.

   I had never fucked a virgin: my ex had been anything but innocent though
I did not know that till after we married, and finally I despaired with her
continually changing stream of lovers.  Cuckolded, I swore I would never
marry again!  This would be my honeymoon by proxy.

   Bride and groom were both Young Doctors in the hospital where I am a
consultant neurologist, hence my attendance at the wedding feast and dance.
I had taken a room at the hotel, and established the couple would spend the
night in the Bridal Suite before flying to Florida for honeymoon.  This was
going to be MY bridal night, and Mary's of course: sad for young Hassan who
would have no sweet memories of her deflowering, in fact no memories of the
night at all.  On the other hand I intended his bride to get a complete
sexual education by the time dawn came, and that would be my priceless
wedding gift to him.  I doubted he would have such a compliant bed-partner
without my intervention.  Lucky guy, really.

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

   My studies as a neurologist had taken an odd direction soon after I
qualified as a consultant.  I became interested in what the middle-ages
called 'demonic possession', usually described in the modern text books as
hysteria resulting from repression of sexual and other instincts banned by
over-bearing Church and feudal systems.  Or perhaps poisoning by toxins
formed in rotting food.  I read deeply into the monkish Latin texts stored
in the university library and I became convinced there was something real
there sometimes, a possession of some sort, but not 'demonic' of course.

   I kept very quiet about these interests as my academic colleagues would
have thought it eccentric at best, mad at worst!

   The breakthrough was in one of the faded parchment medical texts
written, as it happened in Norman French: in among the Alchemist's
experiments, the sympathetic magic, charms, incantations, and mostly
rubbish herbal remedies was a one liner describing an 'elexir' that both
calmed the soul and attuned it to other souls, giving the ability to "read
minds".  I found the seven herbs, mixed them in the given proportions,
ground them to a paste, distilled them, crystallised the distillate and
sampled what must surely have been a complex of different organic
chemicals. Dangerous, but I was becoming obsessive about this and took the
risk.....

   The immediate effect, as later shown in a brain scan, was to even out
electrical pulses in the brain, giving a strange calmness and control. 
Then I realised that my lab assistant's mind was open to me: it was as if
my own mind had occupied a small part of hers: I could read her thoughts, a
bewildering stream of consciousness which I read fascinated.  There were
many hidden worries, ambitions, desires, and over-laying all that her
immediate task-oriented thoughts.  She was not aware I was "peeking".

   This was a medical breakthrough with immense potential for treatment of
mental illness, and I blessed the anonymous French monk who had discovered
it or recorded some wise woman's potion.

   I managed to incorporate a standard dose of the crystals in handy pills,
though which of the many organic chemicals were the active ingredients
would need more equipment and in fact man-hours of research than I was able
to commit.  But I used the pills, and found I could occupy that corner of
any single mind I chose....  humans only: I tried animals but that did not
work.  I then discovered that by an effort of concentration, of will-power,
I could take over the entire mind, still myself, but controlling her body.
Experimentation proved she had no idea this was happening, and afterwards
no memory of anything untoward.  Further there was a physical level at
which her body (mine now) felt heat, cold, pressure, discomfort, pain (I
checked that with a pin-prick to her thumb!), and pleasure.  (On one
occasion I stimulated her clitoris to orgasm, purely as a medical
experiment: she was not really my type, but I enjoyed the orgasm as much as
she had!)
Then I realised what this could mean to my unsatisfactory sexual life.
Sod the medical breakthrough....  I could have any woman (or girl, or boy!)
I wanted by possessing a man and having him take what I wanted by force....
Fuck!  I could even be myself entirely, occupy the mind of my victim and

have her (or him!) fucked for MY passive pleasure.

   I removed the parchment from the Library and hid it.  This would be my
tool and no-one else's.....

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





   The temptation of a bridal night with the doll-like innocence of Mary
Oliviera and possessing the virile body of Hassan Mahmout, was too much and
over-rode any vestiges of conscience.  I wanted her, had lusted after her
for weeks, and now could have her, and no-one would know!  In the week
leading up to the wedding I thought of little else than her lovely, slim
body, those pouting, sensual lips, and kept some control of my excitement
by making the plans for achieving consumation of my desire.

   Towards the end of the wedding feast celebration I entered Hassan's
mind, occupying just a hidden little corner of it from which I could
observe his actions and thoughts, made my goodbyes to him and his bride
(kissing her chastely!) went to my room to lay on my bed where I would soon
lose consciousness for the rest of the night.  I could not yet completely
occupy another mind without losing control for a period of my own.

   I was on tenter-hooks, watching through Hassan's eyes the couple dance
together, and then do their social duty by dancing with the closest of
their friends and family, before laughingly taking their leave and going
from the reception room to the lift.  But just before their exit Hassan had
been accompanied to the toilets by his best man, another young doctor and
his best mate.  They stood side by side at the urinals pissing, and then at
the sinks rinsing their hands: While Hassan was at the air-blower his best
man reached in his pocket and pulled out a card of pills....  I recognised
the familiar blue diamond shapes as viagra.

   "Here, Hassan.  Take one now and the rest should be enough for the
honeymoon."

   "I won't need them, Simon."

   "Swallow it, mate!  For her, not for you.  Give her a night she will
never forget.  Recreational, mate..  go on!"

   Hassan swallowed it!

   Minutes later with Hassan's eyes I watched the couple entering the
bridal suite, she in his strong arms being carried over the threshold and
at that moment I expanded my mind control to replace his entirely: I was
still Professor Jasper Hoover, neurologist, but in the body of Doctor
Hassan Mahmout, Registrar.

   And an excellent body it was: I was immediately aware of greater
strength in my shoulders, arms, legs....  and importantly for fucking,
hips. My newly acquired cock was already stiff.  From that moment until I
again retreated back to my own mind he would have no recollections,
recalling carrying his bride over the threshold and then a blank till he
woke in the morning.  No sweet memories for him, but I intended her to have
memories to last a life-time!  Lucky girl!

   At last I was going to get to enjoy her slender, curvaceous young body I
had admired from afar for months at St Jude's Hospital.  Thank you,
anonymous Medieval Monk and your recipe book!  I stood my bride on the
thick carpet and put my arms around her, one hand on her shoulder the other
on her bum.  We kissed and as we did so I realised she had never even been
kissed properly: there was a momentary hesitation, flinching even as my
tongue entered her mouth and played on her teeth and palate.  But then she
melted and her tongue met mine, her open mouth pressed hard on mine.  I
stroked her bottom, and felt that tongue enter my mouth, and mimic my
explorations in hers.  A virgin willing to learn.  Oh Boy!

   We stood like that for minutes, lips pressed together, tongues
struggling for possession of the lovers' mouths, hands, caressing bottoms,
shoulders, legs squirming together.  I could feel her breasts even through
all our clothing, and I stroked her buttocks through the shiny silk of her
dress.  She was trying out the muscles in my back, shoulders, and
especially my buttocks, I realised that once her mind had been freed of
childish inhibitions she would be a great sex partner.  Lucky me....  lucky
Hassan!

   Her tongue was in and out of my mouth, and she was feeling my bum with
as much enthusiasm as I was caressing hers.  A virgin, but easily aroused!

   I turned her round and held her against me: surely she would feel my
hard cock pressing into her lower back, and certainly my hands on her
breasts.  Soon I would enjoy them naked.  Fuck!  They felt good even
through two layers of silk!

   "Take your dress off and hang it up before it gets spoiled, darling."

   I kissed the back of her neck, there where the hair was finest,
silkiest, and undid the catch, slipping the zip down.  My hands on her
breasts held the gown up preventing it falling to the ground, but she
pulled it up, over her head, and off.

   As she carried the dress over to the wardrobe I delighted in the
contrast of the dazzling white lingerie and her golden brown, silky skin
that seemed to glow in the suite's soft lighting.  She stood in front of
the mirror a moment and let down the dark brown hair that had been piled on
top of her head, and it fell shining to below her shoulders.  As a nurse
she had always worn her hair up, and I had not realised the extra dimension
of sexiness that shimmering beauty could offer.

   Her breasts showed how firm they were remaining in that perfect shape as
she raised her arms over her head to tie a pastel blue ribbon round those
flowing locks which rippled down to the middle of her back.  Her nut-brown
nipples showed though the white tracery of her flimsy brassiere and seemed
almost to be pulling her tits upwards and outwards.....  my twitching cock
certainly thought so.  Soon I would be kissing, caressing, handling those
breasts that no man, not even my alter ego Hassan had ever seen, let alone
touched.  He had never even seen more than the upper edge of her bra..... a
real, certified virgin bride for me, and my viagra-fuelled cock!

   I had slipped my shoes and socks off, and held out my jacket to her.

   "Bring a hanger over please, darling."

   She took my jacket and watched as I undid my belt, unzipped my flies and
handed my trousers to her.  she stood for a moment just looking: it was
obvious what the centre of her gaze was, my cock tenting my boxer shorts!
My eyes were equally fixed on the triangle of her panties, and the delicate
trace of her pussy lips showing as a ghost through the thin silk.  She must
have seen my cock twitch under its cotton tent.  Soon mine!  Tight little
virgin pussy!  Soon!

   As she hung my suit beside hers, I stripped off my tie and shirt and lay
on the bed extending my arms to welcome her to it.  She smiled, slipped off
her white high-heeled shoes, and joined me.

   We kissed again, but I wanted those tits.  I fiddled round the back of
her as we lay side by side pressed together, arms and legs entwined but
could not work find the catch.  I had not yet had much experience in
undressing women.  That would come now I had cracked the mystery of
possession, of mind control.

   "Please, darling, undo your bra: I have longed to see your breasts, to
kiss them."

   No sooner were her breasts naked for me than my lips were on one and my
fingers on the other.  As I knew they would be they were small and firm:
just the sort of teenage girl's that sometimes fuelled my fantasies when I
masturbated.  So like the giggling, outrageously provocatively dressed
Saturday afternoon high school schoolgirls parading for the boys on Main
Street.  I promised myself that I would enjoy some of them too, too many
years after my own teenage years when I had been too shy.  But that was for
another day!  B-cup tits, I guessed, and wondrously firm, no sag lines even
when she lay on her back as she did for me later, certainly none when on
her side as now.  Just two delicate rounded cones tipped with small brown
aureolae and brown nipples.

   I sucked at a nipple and felt it stiffen between my lips.  I licked and
kissed around the aureole and my tongue felt the silky warmth of her
flawless skin.  I tweaked her other nipple between thumb and forefinger and
felt that nipple too become erect.

   Her breast was too good to leave, but I did, to kiss her on her lips
again while I slipped my hand down the waist of her knickers.  Smooth! 
Hairless, silky mound!  Waxed or lasered....  no stubble.  Silky! 
Paradise! The girl had prepared her body specially for her new husband to
enjoy.  Perhaps all Asian women had shaven pussies.  Or perhaps all or most
young women nowadays had smooth pussies whatever their ethnicity: something
for me to find out with my new powers!  But I must concentrate on the
action currently in hand!

   I felt her hand on my cock, feeling it through the cotton boxers: her
rules clearly allowed her to grope me once I had felt her pussy, because
that is what I was now doing, stretching my fingers down to find plump
lips, and in the cleft the wetness of arousal.

   I pulled at the elasticated waist of those white satin knickers.

   "Let me see, Darling!"

   She raised her bum and I pulled the panties down over her smooth thighs,
down shapely legs, and off.

   She lay there naked, her arms now over her head as she lay on her back.
She was lovely, and I told her so.  Her hips were still girlish rather than
womanly, as were her breasts, but all the better for that, That was close
to my ideal.....  fit fifteen year old girl, my dream fuck.  I never had
one when I was fifteen myself (shy and studious, a nerd!), and never since,
when it would have been dangerous, pedophilia in the eyes of the law.  But
this little beauty came close despite her four and twenty years.  Her waist
was tiny, and did great things for her breasts and hips, making them seem
more curvaceous than perhaps they really were.

   But her cunt was the focal point!  The pubic mound, hairless and smooth,
slightly rounded and seeming larger than it would if it still had its
fleece of black hairs.  It was a slightly lighter chocolate brown than her
torso, almost the same tint as those wonderful breasts and invited kisses,
as did those cunt-lips, full and pouting like the lips I had been kissing
so passionately.  I now knew that between those nether lips, inside that
cleft her juices were running.

   "You're so lovely, Mary!"

   I kissed a nipple again...  the other one...  and then kissed all the
way down her body, letting my tongue and cheek feel the softness of her
glowing light brown skin, lingering to circle her pretty belly-button and
to poke it it with the point of my tongue.  Spicy!  Sexy Asian!  Down again
over that mons, discretely denying myself the clitoris that was now erect
and peeping virginally shy from between lips that had visibly plumped,
promising a passionate response to my love-making.  Down one thigh, up the
inside of the other, so silky and warm.

   And then, guessing the virgin was ready, her inhibition buried by
desire, I kissed her cunt-lips, my open-mouth enfolding nearly the whole of
her cleft.

   I felt the same hesitation as when I had forced my tongue into her
mouth, and she was tensed throughout her body as my tongue entered her
cleft.

   "Oh no!  Not that, Hassan!  No.  You shouldn't .  We....."

   Startling strange to be called Hassan: yes I was Hassan, but had
forgotten that impersonation for a few moments, so totally Jasper Hooper
was I in all but body.

   My tongue had found her erect clitoris and was licking at and around
that little nub.  Her protests stopped in mid-stream and were replaced by
an almost throaty "Ooooooh!" as her hips rose an inch to meet my face. 
Seduced!  I had her!  I would have her, and I did not intend simple
'missionary position"'fucking either.  OK, that but much more.  This little
innocent was going to have a sexual education before dawn.

   There was nothing little-girl virginal about the heady scent of her
arousal, the flowing juices that bathed my face as I nibbled at her
clitoris, pulling the little pearl with pursed lips, circling it with my
pointed tongue.  I could sense her increasing arousal as her hands gripped
into my hair and held my head in place while her hips rose and fell as my
chin, lips, nose and forehead raked up and down her open cunt slot, Her
naked thighs gripped my face too and I was in danger of stifling but
managed to grab a mouthful of air from time to time as her hip movement
became more exaggerated and my bobbing head moved faster and faster.  I
felt her climax close, and slid a finger up into her vagina, enjoying her
gasp and the amazing increase in the pressure of her thighs holding my
face, of her hands gripping my head.

   Only twice in and out finger-fucking that juicy, tight, smooth and
muscled vagina and she was cumming.

   I had enough control of myself to register she still had her hymen: a
true virgin.  My first virgin but not my last.  Oh no!  Sorry, Hassan: your
body had her but you'll never have the memory.

   I was careful not to break the hymen: job for my cock!  But I strummed
her clitoris with my thumb as I gently finger fucked, and she came, silent
still except for a series of throaty grunts, each accompanied by a spasm I
could feel through her body, those thighs, and also her vagina gripping and
releasing my impudent finger.

   She was still enjoying the spasms of her climax, the first of many her
surrogate bridegroom intended to give her this honeymoon night, when I
broke her hold on me and lay on top of her, my lips seeking out hers.  We
kissed, and I knew she would be tasting her scent on my lips.

   "I never knew, Hassan."

   "It will get better, darling, I promise.  There will be a moment of
pain....  and then gradually increasing pleasure."

   "Please be gentle, Hassan.  I never....."

   "I know, and love you all the more for that, Mary.  I promise I'll be
careful and loving.  Now, open your legs, darling."

   She was biting her lower lip and there were tiny beads of sweat on her
upper lip.  Her near oval Indian face with its deep, dark eyes, high
cheekbones, sensuous, full lips was anxious, but desperately sexy.  I could
see and sense her tension, the fear, but also her brave resolution, and
when I opened her cunt-lips with thumb and forefinger the shocking scarlet
within was gleaming with the juices of arousal.  She was ready, and I had
been wise (as well as selfishly indulgent!) to lick her and suck her to
give her an orgasm and warm her up.  She caught my eye and gave a shy smile
as I wiped my knob up and down her cleft, coating it in her lubrication
mixed with my flowing pre-cum.  It caught in her vaginal opening, and I
pushed gently till the head rested on her hymen: I hoped it would not be
too robust a membrane.

   It was not!  I pulled back a centimetre and knowing it would be better
to get it over quickly pushed hard, felt the resistance, and then suddenly
my shaft sliding up till my hairy pubes rested on her shaven pubic bone. 
She gave a gasp at the moment the hymen tore, but no scream, no tears or
sobbing like those Victorian pornographic stories I had read as a kid
jerking off instead of fucking the Convent School girls as I now know I
should have done.  I rested a moment letting her get used to it, and to my
weight as I lay on top now.

   Then I pulled back and pushed in again: her cunt was deliciously tight.
Slippery, yes, but feeling slick and even muscular compared to the
slack-Alice whores, and my ex (slacker than most whores even).  Altogether
a new and delightful feeling for me.

   And beginning to be good for her too, praise the lord god of de-flowered
virgins.  Her arms closed over my back, and then her legs over my arse,
ankles locked together.  I fucked her slowly and gently, as I had promised,
aware that my knob was stretching her sheath each thrust, accustoming it to
its new purpose.  Her hips started to move under me, and the gasps became
little squeaks as with her legs around me my cock penetrated perhaps half
an inch more and touched her cervix at the end of each push.  I speeded up.
I felt her varnished scarlet nails dig into my back, heard those throaty
grunts again, felt her vagina contracting and relaxing around my cock as
she came.

   Lucky girl.  How many virgins achieve climax first time?  Well she did,
and I managed to control my understandable excitement.

   (Counting in sevens ...  84,91.98 etc is how I have always delayed my
orgasm when I want to: most whores try to make it as quick as they can, and
the punter loses out unless he knows a few tricks too!  Be that as it may,
I wanted her to have a really memorable first time, especially as I had
stolen it from her new husband!)

   So while she was still spasming I rolled her over on top of me and
pushed her away from my chest with both arms.  God her body, her tits,
lovely in this position and within reach of my fingers.  Lips too.

   "Now you fuck me, Mary.  Your turn.  Bouncy bouncy!"

   She obviously enjoyed being in control again, and had completely relaxed
now, even giggling as she adjusted so she was comfortably astride with my
hands under that cute, rounded, and so-firm bottom, one palm under each
buttock, helping her rise each time before she sank down again on my
vertical cock.

   Mary was a fit, athletic young woman and it was soon clear that her
thighs and hips were quite capable of lifting her in the rhythm of fucking
without help from my hands under her bum.  Good as it was to feel the firm
roundness of her buttocks, to have my hands trapped between them and my own
body with each down-thrust, her tits were even more tempting.

   I released my hands and reached up to hold a breast in each hand,
stroking, caressing, squeezing, enjoying the silky mounds.  Her nipples
were fully erect, long and rubbery now between my fingers and thumbs.

   She had been silent so far if one did not count little squeaks of
surprised pleasure and those fascinating orgasmic grunts, but now she was
in control "queening" me as we used to call it when I was a boy and joined
in the school playground banter (we all lied and boasted....at least I lied
when I boasted).  No longer the shy virgin she found her voice.

   "You like my tits, don't you, Hassan.  I've seen you trying to look down
my dress so often.  She laughed at my feigned embarrassment.  "It's all
right!  All the men do.  I know I've got good tits.  But you're the first
man to see them, Hassan."

   I felt a momentary sympathy for the handsome young man: he still had not
seen those perfect little tits, so perky and proud with their silkiness and
those pert little nut-brown nipples.  An interloper had stolen his mind,
his hands, his mouth, his cock, and at least temporarily his pretty,
innocent young bride.  With that thought my mind leaped to another
possibility: I could destroy that innocence, turn her into a slut so easily
by simply taking over her mind.  Was it true a female orgasm was so much
more intense than the male?  Hassan's body had given me more intense
pleasure than my own could, but perhaps her body could surpass it.  Male or
female, I could answer that age-old question by occupying her mind while
she was being fucked!  Something to consider another day.

   But back to the matter in hand: my honeymoon.

   "God!  You've a lovely body, Mary."

   "Bouncy bouncy, Hassan." She giggled and put even more effort into her
bed-exercise.  I had to start counting silently to control my climax.  One
hundred and ninety six, two hundred and three, two hundred and ten.....

   She had her hands on my chest, sometimes tweaking my tiny nipples,
sometimes combing my chest hair with her slender fingers.

   There were beads of sweat on her upper lip and on her brow and the scent
of her cunt filled my nostrils.

   I held her hips as they rose and fell, watched her hands on my body, her
tits, firm flat belly, my cock gleaming with her juices and then
disappearing between milk-chocolate cunt lips, and above all her face as
her orgasm built up and up.  It became a look almost of pain, and then a
sort of dreamy pleasure as the grunts started and her cunt was milking my
cock with spasm after spasm.

   Hopeless to try to control my own cock now, and my climax started in my
arse as usual and rose through my cock, powerful and pleasure close to pain
in the moment before the wonderful first powerful spurt into her cunt.  She
knew I had cum and was smiling, still bouncing, cunt still gripping and
relaxing as I spurted four more times before her bouncing slowed, then
stopped, and she collapsed on my chest.

   We lay like that for an age, kissing gently, me caressing her smooth,
warm back and buttocks, her cunt still gripping my cock.  I was still hard,
either because of the feel of her flawless back and cute bottom, or the
hard nipples boring into my chest, or her tongue seeking mine, or perhaps
her whispered endearments telling me how good it had been, better even than
her wildest imaginings....  Or perhaps it was the viagra!

   "Not done yet, Mary darling.  I want some more.  You?"

   "Oh, please, Hassan..."

   I rolled us sideways and pulled out for a moment and we both saw my cock
emerge to be followed by a stream of cum, pink coloured from her broken
hymen.

   "Lots of spermatozoa, Hassan."

   I laughed.  My whores had sometimes commented on the amount of cum in
the used condom.

   "Cum, darling.  Or spunk, even jism and so on, lots of words for it but
it takes a doctor to use the medical term!

   "Anyway, lots and lots, Hassan!"

   "Like this, this time, Mary."

   I rolled her on her back, tits proudly upright...  no sag-lines or
sideways lolling here....  and pushed a pillow under her bum, raising it.
Now I bent her legs back so her cunt and her pretty little anal rose were
in full view.  Her clit was still erect and her cleft open: I could see the
darker flesh of her vagina opening.  Now grasping each ankle I held her
legs wide open and in the air I shuffled a few inches till my cock was by
her vagina opening, pushed, and was in her again.

   "Here we go again, Mary..."

   "Oh yes!"

   "I love this position, Mary.  I can see your body so well.  But my cock
doesn't rub your clit properly, or at all.  Rub your clitty with your
finger for me, darling.  I'll watch you wank while I fuck you."

   She blushed!  My cock up her, her vagina still occasionally spasming
from an orgasm she actually blushed.  I realised it was because she knew
that I knew that she masturbated and had a little-girl guilt about it.

   "It's all right, darling.  We all do it.  I do it.  Everyone does it. 
It's good, and in this position you need to.  Anyway I want to see you play
with your clitty.  I'll let you watch me jerk my cock some time if you
want. Cum all over your breasts.....

   She giggled.  Sometimes she could be delightfully girl-ish to go with
that teenage girl's body.  But she started to titillate her clitoris, and
better still caressed her breast with her other hand, pulling at the nipple
first of one and then the other.  I started a steady rhythm, pulling my
cock out as far as the rim of my knob and then forcing it up her tight
sheath again till, at the moment my hairy pubes touched her smooth, shaven
pussy my knob touched her cervix.  That little squeak, back again, in
again........

   I felt I could go on and on: Hassan had a strong young body, and I had
an older man's lecherous desires.  I could go on for ever and nearly did.
We must have fucked like this for twenty minutes, perhaps more, and she
came four times, each bigger than the last.

   Five hundred and eleven, five hundred and eighteen, five hundred and
twenty five.....

   With the last of her orgasms I let myself off the leash and came.  Mine
was a big cum, too.

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





   We dozed for a while, absent-mindedly caressing each other, Then I got
up and went to the little ice-box.  There were some half bottles of
champagne in it: crap wine, but frozen cold it would be OK.

   I touched one pretty tit with the ice cold bottle.  That woke her up.

   "That was even better, darling Hassan.  Can we do it again."

   Her hand, cold from the champagne glass, felt good cradling my balls as
if weighing them, perhaps guessing how much "spermatozoa" remained to be
drained from them by her eager vagina.

   "You'll need to get me hard again, my sweet.  You'll need to suck me."

   Again a momentary hesitation.

   "I've never...."

   "Of course not.  But you'll like it, and it doesn't half speed my cock's
recovery.  I've been really looking forward to having your lips round my
cock, darling."

   "I suppose so.  OK.  On your back?"

   "Propped against the bed-head.  I want to watch you suck."

   Hesitant at first she kissed the big red helmet and her lips tasted the
strong mix of her juices, his sperm, and just that tinge of virgin blood.
It should have been disgusting, but in fact it was exciting, and she knew
her pussy was eager for more, that it was her body and not merely her heart
that wanted her husband.

   The cock, formerly steely-hard, was now a limp pink hosepipe, floppy and
soft as she sucked it into her mouth, feeling it fold up under her tongue.
Suck he wanted, so she sucked at it.  That did not seem to have any effect
so she fluttered her tongue against the vein at the front of it.

   She was momentarily alarmed when he moaned, but then she realised her
tongue was giving him pleasure, and in fact his cock was stiffening in her
mouth.

   She remembered that moment all her days, the feeling of empowerment that
stiffening cock gave her.  Hassan had his deep, dark eyes wide open looking
at her, and she looked up at him, her eyes at once shy and seductive, her
smile that of the Mona Lisa, feminine and mysterious.  Hassan placed his
hands on her shoulders and moved his hips so his cock was pulled out and
pushed in, fucking her mouth.

   He realised she was masturbating herself with her right hand while
holding his cock in her left and he delighted that her early inhibitions
about masturbation had disappeared.  In fact it was soon obvious she would
cum before him as her fingers and thumb worked faster and faster in her
crotch, and her head bobbed up and down in the rhythm set by his hips.

   Her squeaks and grunts part-stifled by his cock, announced her orgasm,
but she did not stop, and continued both diddling her clitty and sucking
his cock.  It looked as if one climax would just run into the next without
any gap.  And the next.  And the next, by now his hands under her tits,
holding them, squeezing just as her lips were squeezing his cock.

   I promised myself that with her next climax, preferably just before it,
I would allow myself to cum, and that is the way it was.  The first spurt
of cum onto her palate and throat triggered her almighty, earth-moving
orgasm as the silky man-juice flooded her mouth.  I watched as she
desperately swallowed, swallowed, swallowed.....







   "I expect that means we've got to wait for you to make some more sperm?"

   "Don't actually need more, though I bet there still is.  I know another
way for you to make me hard.  I just need to get something from the
bathroom.

   Good old Simon: a tube of anal lubricant; (the tube doesn't say that but
everyone knows what it is mostly used for!)

   "Squeeze some on your fingers and then push two fingers up my arse.  Yes
like that.  God!  That feels good.  Now feel around a bit and find a lump.
Got it?  Good!  That's the prostate gland where sperm is made, and its also
sensitive, a bit like your clit, so press it and rub it.  Can you feel me
stiffen?"

   "Your cock's swelling, darling."

   Interesting: the prostate massage felt just as good in Hassan's arse as
it had on the few occasions I'd ventured into bi-sexuality in my own body.
I might just try some gay sex some day.  Something else to think about. 
Meanwhile.....
"Good!  Keep at it till I'm hard enough to fuck, and then kneel down for

me.  I want to do you from behind this time..."

   I shuffled towards her almost hypnotised by those perfect little
buttocks.  I say little because they were not the large, voluptuous melons
of most women I'd enjoyed: much more delicate and refined little globes. 
jutting out nicely.  Yes rounded and firm, yes silky skin to the touch, yes
altogether delightful but belonging more to a teenage girl than a grown
woman, and all the more tempting to me as a result.

   I leaned over and kissed each chocolate delight, and she looked over her
shoulder, giggling and a bit shy.  I smiled back and pulled her bunch of
long dark hair so it hung sideways, away from that flawless back.  I held
her right hip and used my left hand to wipe my cock a few times up and down
her cleft before placing my cock at her vagina entrance.  Holding both hips
now I pushed and slid up into her, my knob opening the narrow sheath for my
shaft, till it met her cervix about a centimetre before my pubes touched
her buttocks.  I pushed again and won that half inch.  She gasped and I
gave her a moment or two to get used to the extra depth I got in the
'doggy' position.

   While I waited I used the time to squeeze a few drops of lubricant onto
her dark brown anus, and spread it with my index finger.  Thinking ahead,
you see!

   So I started to fuck, and each thrust my knob touched her cervix and she
gave a little squeak.

   "You'll need to rub your little love button again, Mary: I don't rub it
or press it in this position."

   I was immediately aware of her fingers busy underneath us: she was no
longer shy about stimulating herself in her husband's presence.  Another
gift from me to Hassan!

   After a bit her body bent even more double with her head supporting her
kneeling body, and both hands underneath us.  One was still pulling and
jabbing at her clit, but the other was holding my shaft so I no longer
bashed into her cervix.  I fucked her faster and harder, and leaned over
her to put my arms round her and hold onto her tits.

   With a wail, almost of pain, she came, and the spasms I felt in my cock
were accompanied by her throaty grunts.

   But her latest climax was about to take an amazing turn for her as I
broke her grip on the root of my penis, pulled it out, and rammed it up her
arse.  Hard!  Ruthless!

   Her arse was even warmer than her cunt, hotter and tighter.

   She screamed,

   But she was still coming, in fact I decided her vaginal orgasm had
morphed seamlessly into an even more intense climax involving vagina, anus,
clitoris, and nipples: yes, I was gripping her tits again caressing and
pulling at the rubbery nipples.  Then it started, the very un-maidenly
screams emerging from her deep subconscious.

   Such language....  shocking and very stimulating to me.  Every swear
word you could think of as she told me to fuck her harder, faster, and her
fingers worked even more, both hands, fingers replacing my cock in her
cunt, fingers working her clitoris.

   Her orgasmic spasms went on and on, and as they seemed to be subsiding I
started to spank her firm little buttocks.  left hand, right hand, a slap
with each thrust in her arse.  She was off again, shouting and swearing as
yet another climax built.

   It was too much for me...  and I allowed Hassan's cock to flood her
rectum with yet more hot cum.

   We fell over sideways, me still up her arse, her fingers still in her
cunt, but both now motionless, exhausted.

   We lay like that an age till I realised she was asleep, and her arse
expelled my cock.  It was shitty, of course.  Hassan would have to get her
to use an anal douche...  come to that her fingers would be shitty from my
arse.  I had done with her and with Hassan's body now, but I needed to wash
Hassan's cock before leaving them: it had been up her arse and in the
morning he would not know that, of course.  Did not want the lovely girl to
get an infection when he had his first fuck with his new bride.

   After the trip to the bathroom, I lay Hassan down with an arm over his
bride and his limp cock pressed against her buttocks.  As soon as I
retreated back into the corner of his subconscious mind and gave him back
control of his consciousness and bodily functions he was asleep, exhausted.

   Back in my own body, I decided I would like to watch their honeymoon,
see how Hassan got on with his surprisingly well sexually-educated bride,
so I left his subconscious and entered the sleeping bride's, securely
hidden deep in a corner of her subconscious mind.

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



   Over the next few days from time to time I visited Mary's mind once they
reached their Caribbean paradise and found a very happy girl.  They had not
discussed the wedding night, but Mary had told her new husband what a
superlative lover he had been.  He, of course, could remember nothing, but
did not admit that.  He wondered if the excitement had given him some sort
of stroke, or brain damage removing those memories.  He felt OK now, and it
seems they had enjoyed plenty of oral and other sex as nearly always when I
slipped into her mind for a few minutes they were at it.  They fucked a lot
those days.

   Down in her subconscious I could not feel her emotions or physical
sensations.  I dearly wanted to experience the female orgasm so in a spirit
of scientific experimentation took the risk of trying to expand my
possession of her mind gradually to find a level at which I could influence
her actions and share her pleasures, while leaving her still in control of
her own body and mind.  If I wanted to liberate her from her remaining
inhibitions (some would say corrupt her totally), then I would need her to
be aware of what she was doing.

   It proved possible in fact to achieve that balance of mind control and
freedom by trial and error, gradually increasing control until the optimum
for both minds, and once learned the technique was easy to repeat.  Also I
did not lose control of my own body, unlike when I had taken over complete
control of Hassan.  This was a huge advantage.  The distance between London
and The Bahamas seemed to be no barrier: fascinating and of immense
commercial potential surely?

   So "Mary Two" was created inside Mary Mahmout's mind, a friendly voice,
a giver of good, if rather unconventional adult advice, my thoughts
translated into words.

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



   First off I wanted her to cheat on her husband and to find the
experience so mind-blowing, so ecstatic she would be hooked, a total sex
addict seeking every possible experience inside and outside her marriage.

   Neither Hassan nor his bride had noticed it, being mainly obsessed by
themselves, but I certainly had.  Several of the male guests and hotel
staff had been struck by her girlish beauty, and there was now an air of
sexuality about her, possibly the result of countless orgasms since her
de-flowering.

   Among the males The best physical specimen, and also the only male she
had really noticed apart from her man, was Ezra, the Reception Night
Porter. "Mary Two" made sure made sure her unknowing host did a bit more
than notice by directing her attention to his macho strength, wondering
what it would be like to feel those massive thighs smashing into her bottom
driven by muscular hips, huge hands covering and holding her breasts. 
Would her cunt be able to accommodate the immense cock he certainly seemed
to have from the cut of his trousers, and if it could, would that give her
a bigger orgasm?  It seemed very likely....  By whispering suggestively to
her I managed to make her pussy wet, and found I could enjoy that sensation
with her, as too the tightness in her breasts and nipples.  And always
directed at the handsome Ezra.

   You could not help noticing him, a veritable man-mountain: approaching
six foot six and at least 270 pounds of bone and muscle he had a wonderful
physique.  Even I could not look at him without wondering what sexual feats
a body as large and strong as that could achieve.  Well, I intended Mrs
Mary Mahmout to find out, and her resident neurologist sharing her mind and
body to find out too and experience those powerful female orgasms, which I
already knew far out-stripped the male equivalent.



   They still had two days of their holiday left the evening of a gala
dance: her new husband's father, wealthy guy, had given her diamond clips
and matching broach as a wedding gift and at the end of the evening she
returned them to Ezra for locking in the hotel safe.  I took the
opportunity to spread some bread on the waters, lay a bait for her.
I whispered that he was a sexy guy.  "Look at the shoulders on him, and
those narrow hips.  God!  imagine what he must look like stripped.  I can
feel our pussy getting wet just wondering how big a cock a massive guy like
that must have, and what it could do inside a tight vagina.  Fuck!  You're

getting very wet, Mary."

   And she was, longing to at least stroke her clit, push fingers into her
demanding cunt, seek satisfaction, while all the time knowing she would
have to be satisfied with Hassan....  after all it was a honeymoon!

   And the next morning that became the point: it was a honeymoon, but
Hassan was going to disappear for the day, offered shark-fishing along with
a couple of other male guests and the hotel manager.  "No, darling: it's a
men-only sort of occasion."

   "But it's our honeymoon, and there's only two days left...."

   "We had lots of fun last night, and can tonight, and every night for
years, but I'll not get another chance to go shark-fishing."

   'Idiot!' I thought.  But this was my opportunity.

   As soon as he had strolled off at dawn down to the jetty where the
flashy motorboat was tied up, 'Mary Two' interrupted Mary's thoughts with
her quiet, calm voice heard only by the young newly-wed girl.

   "Aint that the way?  Selfish male and no thought for the female.  It's
our honeymoon, fuck it!  It's enough to make me spit.  So unthinking. 
Selfish male.  Would serve him right if we decided not to be lonely all day
and found a nice guy to spend it with."

   I got at her for at least half an hour, stoking her frustration and
anger, the slighted woman!  Then I reminded her how sexy Ezra was, and that
he would probably be ending his stint at Reception in a few minutes.  I
told her she was getting wet just thinking about him, and the wetness in
her knickers was not just Hassan's cum leaking out: her nipples were erect
and her breasts felt heavy.  No doubt at all 'we' had the hots for Ezra.

   "Give him a ring...."

   I watched the argument going on in the girl's head.  On one side she was
a new bride and had actually taken the oath to be loyal.  On the other was
"Mary Two" who was always right, and the evidence of her erect nipples,
hard clitoris, wet panties and above all the urgent need in her vagina.

   "We'll either have to masturbate......  and really that's no good
compared with the real thing, or get Ezra over.  And if we're not quick
he'll be away....  We'll not get a better chance.  It makes sense."

   That did it: I listened as Mary phoned.

   "Is that Ezra?  Great!  This is Mary Mahmout.  Truth is, Ezra, my
husband has gone off shark-fishing of all things, and left me alone all
day. I feel sorry for the sharks, but even sorrier for myself lonely on my
honeymoon.  I wondered if you would come over to chalet eight and cheer me
up?"

   "I'll be over inside half an hour, Mrs....  Mary.  Got to hand over here
first."

   "Lovely!  Looking forward to seeing you."

   Ezra had handed over to Michael, hung his suit, shirt in his locker,
shaved, cleaned his teeth, taken a quick shower (lemon shower gel the
ladies seemed to like), put on a new white t, tight to show off his pecs
and biceps, wriggled into white shorts, designed to showcase his trim bum
and huge muscular thighs.....  and show off too the cock that was beginning
to stiffen as the rendezvous got closer.

   He opened the bottle that the American woman had given him....  what was
her name?  Something daft!  She had left them as a tip: fifty pills in a
sealed bottle.  He swallowed one blue pill.  Ezra was rationing them, but a
day with Mary Mahmout was worth it!

   Exactly mirroring him, Mary ran Hassan's electric razor over her
pussy... no need to as it was still smooth, but part of her ritual.  The
mound was silky to her touch but her lips were puffy and inflamed, very wet
inside already.  She was tempted to bring herself off but kept her fingers
away from her clitty: it would be all the better with Ezra if she teased
herself, made her cunt wait.  A shower....  careful to wash off the crusty
cum left by Hassan, and forcing some water up her cunt as well.  She
smiled: the first time she had to remove one man's cum before entertaining
another!  She wondered if it would be first and last.

   That quiet, secret voice again 'I doubt it.....'

   Brush her hair till it shone and tie a white ribbon round it so it hung
shining down to the middle of her back.  Then lime-green real silk panties,
tight across her bum but no elastic at the legs, and tight, white
shorts.....they showed her panty-line but also left the ghost of her
swollen pussy lips in the vee of her crotch.  As a final come-on she
decided to wear her cropped, near-transparent white nylon beach top,
usually worn over bikini but this morning with her naked breasts more than
hinting at firm, pert tits with long, stiff nipples.

   Her scarlet nail varnish was still perfect on fingers and toes, and all
she needed as make-up was to renew the matching lipstick, non-smear.... 
for sex.

   She looked at herself in the long mirror, and her pussy got even wetter
as the moment of his arrival came closer, thinking how Ezra would go for
this slender, sexy body!  This would make his cock stiff: how she hoped it
would be in proportion to his body, massive, long and broad.  She was happy
that her face was beautiful and her complexion perfect.....  Hassan should
know better than to leave her alone on her honeymoon.  Yes, she looked good
this morning.....

   And she felt so full of life.

   Out into the morning sun to put the lilies in the pathway....  that
flower pot meant the occupants of the chalet did not want to be disturbed,
and then back to the air-conditioned cool of the glass fronted verandah to
wait in a mood of suppressed excitement for his arrival.



   Ezra was on time and as he strolled up the grass pathway looked frankly
very tasty in his dazzling white t and shorts over his ebony-black frame,
and there was no need for "Mary Two" to encourage the girl: she was up for
it, and I just had to keep my half of her mind in play and enjoy her
pleasures, sharing them with her.

   She got up, opened the glass doors for the giant, closed them, and put
her arms around his neck, pressing her tits to his chest and offering her
lips.

   He had seen her standing on the verandah, that little girl's body with
such slender hips, but lovely golden brown legs, face doe-eyed, plump
sensual lips, and most of all nice little tits pushing at their flimsy silk
covering.  Asian women had such sexy hair.  He licked his lips
absent-mindedly as she opened the door to him with conventional greetings.

   Not conventional, however, was the embrace she treated him to after she
closed the door.

   I shared with Mary the feeling of his strong arms around me, one hand on
my buttocks, the other on the naked flesh of my back, under the beach-top,
then tongue deep in my mouth till it ceded to mine and let my tongue into
his mouth.  He smelled good...  a mixture of male scent and lemon: clean
and sexy at the same time.  I felt our pussy getting even wetter, even more
aroused.  I raised a leg between his so my bare thigh nestled against the
bulge in his shorts.  I could feel he was already hard.  Wet pussy, hard
cock, Wow!

   I was ME.  but I was also HER, feeling her growing excitement, the
demands her cunt was now making, and all the time there was that hesitancy,
the mind as opposed to the body, her conscience telling her it was wrong,
her clitoris saying NOW, have him NOW.  The stubborn voice of her
conscience spoke to her forcefully : however delightful, pleasurable it
might be to have a fling with this magnificent male, that was as nothing
compared with a lifetime with Hassan, her true love.

   Sneakily, "Mary Two" reminded her that her "true love" had dumped her in
the middle of her honeymoon, in favour of a boys' day out, drinking,
doubtless, and murdering innocent fishes.  This was an opportunity that
might never occur again to know what sex could be like with a real alpha
male.

   "Do it, Mary.  Go for it!  You know you want it.  Feel those strong arms
and those passionate lips, his cock hard against your belly and thigh,
You're wetter than you've ever been and it's him that has done it.  Go for
it!"

   I felt hot.  I was glad I had turned up the air conditioning if he could
generate this heat in me even without that cock actually inside me as I was
now certain it soon would be, and on our marital bed too!  I hung round his
neck and lifted one bare foot so I could rub my pussy on his cock that now
felt as if it went with his massive physique.  I was eager to see it, taste
it, most of all feel it stretch my vagina, filling me.

   The strength of these female feelings of arousal and sexual pleasure was
new to this hospital neurologist and they were heady stuff!  This could
become a habit......  All I had to do now was to share her sexual pleasure,
occasionally encouraging visits to the wilder shores of lovemaking if
possible.  I could stay quiet and let her cunt persuade her.

   Ezra raised his arms above his head, pulling his t by its neck, baring
his chest, wiping his brow on the white cotton before throwing it on the
floor, and then pressing her (me!) against his naked chest, but with his
hand now up and under the front of her cropped top.  I could feel his great
hand pressing on the right breast, and then strong fingers drawing from the
base slowly up to the tip, and taking a rubbery, erect nipple between thumb
and forefinger.  To me it felt as if nipple and clit were connected by an
invisible thread of pleasure, each enhancing the other.

   He pulled my near-transparent top up and off, to join his t on the
floor. He stood back and admired her breasts, and I knew how lovely they
were, so perfect in shape, little cones standing proud from her slender
chest, a lighter shade of golden-brown than her torso but tipped with dark
brown nipples and aureoles.

   "Lovely!  So lovely!"

   Her heart, MY heart, beat more strongly, faster, as he fastened his
mouth on a nipple, sucking at it, pulling it with his lips, and then
nuzzling the silky firmness of the breast.

   She sought his nipple amid the forest of coarse black hair, found it,
and reciprocated, nibbling the hard little grain of wheat.

   "Love your breasts, babe."

   "Love your manly chest and hard little nipples, Ezra."

   He groaned and pulled her to him as he undid the button at the side of
her shorts with one hand and pressed on her satin-clad bottom with the
other, his great paw cupping one firm buttock.  I heard the sound of a zip.
and then Mary...

   "Let me, Ezra.  they're very tight."

   Ezra watched as she shimmied and wriggled, pulling her belly in even
further to get the shorts' waist down past her hips, till it fell to the
floor.  Ezra had kicked off his sandals and was just lowering his shorts
after undoing the buckle on his raw-hide belt, so there we were, he in his
tented boxer shorts with a dark grey spot where precum had leaked, Mary in
high-cut lime green panties, damp at the crotch.

   "Jeez!  You're a hot piece, Mary.  Come here!"

   So, in each others' arms again, but near naked now, and Mary, a
temptress now, turned slightly so he could slide a hand down the front of
her panties.....  he found a shaven, smooth mound and lips, wet!  Wet in
her slit and brimming out onto her panties.

   "You're smooth, Mary.  God!  I love that.  Girly tits and hairless cunt.
A wet dream, sweetie.  You want me as much as I want you, you randy little
piece.  Never had a big black cock, my guess.  You want to see a big cock,
Indian girl?"

   She wanted, all right.  But without my prompting could not bring herself
to say it.

   "Hey!  Your cunt says you want this big cock.  You're wetter than a
street whore.  You want to see it?"

   Mary Two prompted her.  "Of course we do, Mary.  tell him.  And better
still pull his pants down while you tell him.  You,e wondered what it looks
like, so go for it now!"

   "It feels big, bigger than....  " She could not say 'than Hassan's'. 
"Yes!  I want to look."

   He had his hands on her slender shoulders while she pulled his
underpants slowly down and his cock sprang free, tall and proud, ebony
black, so long, so broad, and with a pink eye peeping out from its skin
covering.  Fascinated she thought this must be an uncircumcised cock.....
Hassan of course had been cut.  There was something exciting about this
less elegant shape, with that vein running up it if anything even blacker
than the cock itself, with it's pink knob mostly inside that skin.  Almost
unthinking she reached for it and grasped it: felt hot, skin silky, hard as
bone inside, and as she did so a drop of clear liquid appeared in the eye.
Precum, she knew.

   "You, too, Mary!"

   And with a thumb under each side of the waistband he slowly, so slowly
drew her panties down.

   "Now if that aint the cutest little pussy I ever saw."

   Mary had found the loose skin and that she could slide it down to reveal
his purple knob, not flaring like Hassan's, but more pointy, not much wider
than the broad shaft with its dangerous looking veins running up it like
ivy up an elm tree.  The thought came to her that the shape of his helmet
would make it easier for him to fuck her despite the breadth of his shaft,
and especially if he wanted her arse-hole, like Hassan had the first night.
No doubt at all that the thing was longer than Hassan's and certainly much,
much broader: she imagined it stretching and filling her vagina, or her
anus.  she shuddered at the thought, but her cunt liked the idea and
produced yet more juice.

   Yes, that idea had caused yet another spurt of love juice in her eager
cunt, but somewhere inside her she was still ashamed at the direction her
mind was moving in.  I was satisfied that her cunt and not her conscience
as a newly-wed bride would do the talking and .Mary Two' kept quiet to
watch her seduce her new lover, looking forward to experiencing with her
the pleasure of the climaxes that cock would soon be bringing us.

   "You're very big, Ezra!"

   He laughed.  "They all say that!" And he picked her up easily and
carried her, her arms around his neck, her breast pressed against his naked
chest, nipples stimulated by the crispy, wiry curls: through the door,
along the corridor, to her bedroom, and got onto the bed still holding her.

   "Be careful, gentle, Ezra.  You're so big."

   He laughed again.  "They say that too.  How many men have you had,
Mary?"

   "Just one."

   "Then you're lucky: you may never find a longer cock, or a better fuck
come to that.  But first I want to taste you, your pretty little pussy."

   "Oh no....  I don't want that."

   She did want it, though, and being honest with herself did not struggle
as he pulled her legs apart and buried his face in her crotch.  I felt her
momentary hesitation as his nose and lips took possession of her cleft and
then the tension melting away as his tongue found her clitoris.  I shared
her pleasure as also the strangeness of his shaven head between her hands
holding it tight to her pussy.  She looked down at him, half-propped
against a pillow as she was, and his ebony body and that naked, bald, round
skull shone in the sunlight from the window, Ezra sucked, nibbled, lapped
the juices, and the room was filled with the scent of her arousal.  Her
hips started tom move under him and she came.

   This was the moment.

   Even before the last of her spasms had passed he was on his knees
pulling her closer.  Then placing his cock against the vaginal opening, a
darker red in the pink of her swollen, open cleft, he pushed and his knob
slid easily in.  Propped now on his elbows he slowly forced his cock up
into her: wider than Hassan's it stretched her sheath as it penetrated and
I could feel it as if the cunt were mine.....  as in a sense it was.

   It touched the end of her vagina and there was still an inch or two
outside.  He pulled it back and then forced it in hard.  There was a
momentary discomfort as the knob touched her cervix.

   She squeaked.

   He laughed, and did it again.

   This time there was pleasure as he rode up on her body an inch or two
and his pubic bone touched her clitoris as well as the slight discomfort.
The pleasure over-rode the pain and the squeak become a brief "Oh!"

   Ezra was good.  Better than Hassan.  Better body and more practise!  He
was also in complete control, riding the girl to her orgasm, those little
"Ohs!" morphing into a sustained "Oooooooh!" of delight and then those
throaty grunts as her climax ripped through her body.  I expect he could
feel her vagina gripping and relaxing as it tried to milk him, but had the
steely control to continue fucking, and as the spasms decreased in
intensity he turned the two of them over so she was laying on top of him,
still impaled on his cock.

   "Sit astride, Mary, and now you fuck me."

   She sat up and the cock slipped out leaving her with a sense of loss. 
She looked down at his magnificent body, the barrel chest and immense
biceps, muscled shoulders and neck, and that handsome face, smiling with
perfect teeth.  She wriggled, held his cock vertical, placed his knob at
her vaginal opening, and sank down on it, feeling it stretch her sheath and
finally push against her cervix at the moment her shaven pubes rested on
his hairy-covered pubic bone.

   No inhibitions now as her cunt took over, driving her to bounce up and
down, grinding her clit against him at the base of each thrust.  She had
her hands on his chest and beat on it in the rhythm of her fucking.

   " Oooh!  Fuck!  Glorious fuck.  God I love this.  I could so easily....
Oooooh!  Yes!  Yes!.  Fuck yes!  Cumming again you lovely man!" And then
those throaty grunts, each accompanying a vaginal spasm that I could feel
so strongly it nearly overwhelmed me, though my host< the lovely, frail
Mary was still bouncing up and down and still hammering on his chest.

   "Lordy!  Lordy, Mary, you've lovely little titties!"

   He was reaching up two-fisted to handle them, stroking, squeezing,
teasing the hard, rubbery nipples, adding to the pleasure in her vagina and
clitoris.  Increasing MY pleasure.

   I felt her orgasm rising yet again as she went faster and faster,
shouted that she was cumming again, and finally collapsing sweaty onto him,
her vagina pulsing as she licked his salty, hairy chest.

   He still had not cum.

   He pulled his cock out and I shared her feeling of loss.

   "Oh no!"

   He laughed.

   "It's all right, Mary.  You're going to get my hot jiz.  I'll tell you
when.  Kneel down, head on the pillow."

   It was strange, but exciting, to hear and most of all feel the smack of
his thighs against her naked buttocks, the smash of his knob against her
cervix....  pain translated into pleasure, and above all the feeling in her
clit as she strummed it with busy fingers slipping and sliding in the
juices her vagina was spilling out with each withdrawal of his cock.  He
had one hand under her fondling a breast, tweaking a nipple, the other
holding her buttocks steady in place and both actions were incredibly
erotic for the girl....  and me!  I could feel her pleasure rising towards
another climactic crescendo, and heard her telling Ezra to do her faster,
harder, Then she screamed "Now!  Now!  Cum now you lovely black fucker! 
Fill me with hot cum.  Give me.  I want!  I so want.  Fuck!  I'm cumming.
Cum you bastard.  Cum you black bugger-bastard.  Cuuuuum...."

   As she came and her vagina spasmed, trying to milk him, she deserted her
clit and reached further back to grasp his ball sack, not the balls
themselves, but the skin hanging loose.  This must have triggered him as he
came, a gusher of cum at the peak of each of six thrusts, each moving her
forward on the bed so powerful were they.  I would swear she could feel and
I could feel the cum spurting into her, and there was so much that as he
fucked it seeped round the edges of his cock and was dribbling down those
lovely thighs.  I thought I could feel all that too.

   No doubt at all, now: the female orgasm has the potential to be far more
powerful, more pleasurable than the male.....  Lucky girl.  But lucky
Jasper Hoover too!  But there will never be a learned paper on it from this
Neurology Surgeon-Professor.  Too much water under the bridge already, too
much legal rape!  And in any case I had already amused myself planning
further exploits!





   It was some time before Ezra rolled the two of them sideways on the bed,
and her vagina expelled his cock with a cunt-fart.

   She giggled.  But I knew she wanted more, though I guessed she and I
would have to be patient as after the intensity of that fuck even the
goliath Ezra would need a few minutes at least to recover.

   He lay on his back beside her, absent-mindedly stroking her breasts.

   'My tits!  It's my tits that really gets to him', she thought.

   "You like small breasts, Ezra?"

   "I like them too much, more than big bazookas.  Small, shapely, firm. 
Oh yes!"

   "You're one of those guys who likes young girls!" She giggled, and
reached for his cock.  Limp still.  Admit it!  You like me because I'm like
a girl, I mean my body is girlish."

   "Too right!  Best time is between twelve and fifteen.  Lovely little
girls with hard titties and tight cunts.  Cute little bums, narrow hips
like yours.  Oh yes!  Mmmm."

   "You got any girls like that."

   "No problem this island.  Is legal here over twelve and hot little randy
pieces all over.  But my niece is special, little Lucy."

   "How old is she?"

   "Just fifteen, but as horny as you, Mary.  And you're hot!  You should
meet her: she likes other girls too, as well as macho males."

   "Oh!  I don't know about that...."

   But I could feel her pussy getting even wetter at the thought of a
pretty girl in her bed, in her arms...  So I intervened.

   "Go for it, Mary.  You might never get a better chance.  A hot little
teenage girl, and if Ezra says she's pretty you can be sure she is, and
willing, and his niece too.  God!  I can feel our pussy getting hot and wet
at the thought.  Go for it.  Tell him!"

   I could feel her hesitation.  Desire was fighting the morality that had
been inflicted on her by correct society.  Lesbian frolics a no-no!

   'Quick, Mary.  Grab the moment!  You know you want it!'

   That secret voice was always right, and always directed her to what she
really, really, really wanted, deep inside her.  And then the decision....

   "You know, Ezra, I think I would like to meet Lucy.  I mean, just to
meet her".  Ezra stayed silent and there was a long silence as she and I
thought about it.  "Perhaps not any more than just meeting, but perhaps
more...."

   "Give me a minute, sweetie."

   He sat on the bed an Mary and I could hear his half of the conversation
on his mobile.

   "On the beach?  Good.  We're in chalet 8. ......  No, just her.  He's
off fishing, silly boy. .....Yes, she's hot all right......  figure like
yours, girlie tits n hips, lovely bum......  Asian: lovely hair and skin
like silk.........  great.....  good....  no, come as you are.  OK, ten
minutes then.  Don't make us wait.  Love you!"

   "She's on her way."





   The couple were standing on the verandah, naked watching Lucy hurried up
the path between the gaudy-flowered Bougainvillea bushes.  The girl was
still dressed for the beach, wearing flip-flop beach sandals and little
else.  Today's yellow bikini was just two triangles of thin silk and a few
strands of yellow ribbon, the bikini pants a cup of yellow silk over her
pudenda, and ribbon round her hips only to disappear into the crease of her
buttocks behind.  There were three bows...  one in the small of her back
for the bra and one on each hip for the panties.

   She was chocolate brown, not black like her uncle, and her hair was
intricately woven into patterns, with some gold thread in places.  Her
stride was long and confident as she came up the sandy path.

   'Mary Two' chipped in.  "Fuck!  She's lovely!"

   Mary felt her clitoris awake and knew it would be peeping out from her
swollen cunt lips.  She without thinking and certainly without shame felt
down and as her finger slipped between the lips felt the slipperiness of
Ezra's cum but mostly by now she knew her own juices.  As usual her inner
voice was right: she wanted this girl, wanted to make love with her, had
wanted secretly lovely teenage breasts, that swelling pussy-mound all her
days without admitting it to herself.  Embarrassing memories of how she had
fought off sexual advances from older girls when she was a teen in boarding
school came flooding back, and were instantly buried again.

   Not a time for regrets, however convincing!

   Ezra closed the glass door behind his niece and introduced the two.

   Lucy looked at the naked woman and liked what she saw so much that she
changed the chaste greeting kiss to a full-on, open mouthed passionate
embrace.  Their pert breasts pressed together as Mary's tongue fenced with
Lucy's for possession of her mouth, and winning.  The girl's near naked
buttocks felt smooth and warm under Mary's caressing hand, and her
shoulders firm and muscled under the other hand.  Lucy was pulling close
both arms round Mary's neck.

   Mary's fingers found the bow on that yellow silk brassiere and pulled at
a string.  The knot opened and the bra fell away.  Mary held the girl apart
for a moment looking at perfect breasts, rounded and standing proud from
her chest, a lighter brown than her body but tipped with long, brown
nipples standing erect from those small, dark-brown aureoles.  Mary wanted
them, leaned down and took a nipple between her lips, nibbling, and being
rewarded by Lucy's grown of pleasure and the feel of a soft, feminine hand
cupping her pussy, a finger infiltrating her slit and slipping easily in
the wet.

   Lucy, finger on her clitoris freed our habitually ultra-correct heroine
to play with her pretty partner's cunt similarly and she managed to slip
her hand down the front of the little bikini.  Glory be!  Lucy was smooth
down there just as Mary now was.  Lucy's tongue entered Mary's mouth and
their bodies pressed even closer together, breasts to breasts, belly to
flat belly.

   Ezra, sporting again his magnificent erect cock, the result of the
girls' evident passion for each other, playfully pulled at the two lace
bows at Lucy's hip, and the bikini bottom fell way, sticking for a moment
in the wetness of her crotch before falling to her feet.  Now Mary's finger
could tease Lucy's clit just as Lucy's was masturbating hers.

   'Tell her you want to lay down with her.  Show her the bed.'

   Mary Two's advice, as always was followed and Ezra sat in the wicker
chair watching the teenage girl and the mature woman with the figure of a
teenager start the age-old lesbian frolic.  For Lucy this was nothing new:
she had often played this game, and with Asian girls as well as Afros and
Europeans.  But for Mary it was all new, strange and exciting.  Her whole
attention was on Lucy's vulva, so like her own but so different too.... 
plumper, more open, the clit longer, the vaginal opening more obvious, and
of course chocolate brown.  It was as wet as hers, and the scent of woman
was as strong and heady as hers.  She tentatively kissed those forbidden
lips, and licked.  It tasted good....  so like her fingers when she had
masturbated...  and she felt Lucy's open mouth close on her cunt too.

   They lay like this side-by-side sucking and licking till Ezra got up and
moved Mary so she was now laying slightly on top of Lucy.  She felt his
fingers spreading her buttocks, and the now-familiar sensation of his lips
on her secret rose and then on the back of her cunt-lips, so close to
Lucy's lips underneath her.

   'Tell him you want it....  this is your best chance.  Think about it, a
tongue on your love-button and a cock up your cunt.  Tell him.'

   AS usual her inner voice was right.  This is what she wanted, perhaps
what she had always wanted but never admitted to herself.

   "Fuck me Ezra.  Fuck me while Lucy sucks.  God!  I want it.  Please! 
NOW!"

   She felt his strong fingers pulling her lips apart, then the pressure of
his pointy knob inside her cleft right at the entrance to her vagina that
ached to be filled, and then the delight of the shaft pushing in and
stretching her sheath, resting finally on her cervix.  She could feel his
hairy belly and thighs on her smooth, sensitive bottom.

   "Now as hard as you want.  Fuck your little Asian girl!  Do me!  I'm
your little golden slut"

   Lucy concentrated on nibbling Mary's clitoris now the vagina was refused
to her pointed tongue, but she was certain the push and pull at that stiff
little pearl was at least adding to Mary's orgasmic pleasure.  An inch from
her face that huge black cock she knew so well was working its magic, and
she could see it pulling fleshy cunt-lips in with it as it plunged down,
then pulling the skin outwards again each time it withdrew, and the fucking
was going faster and faster all the time.

   Mary was shouting.  The little 'Oh!  Ohs!' each time that knob hit her
cervix were now replaced by a continuous shout of 'Ooooooooooh! 
interspersed with moments to catch breath and occasionally "Fuck yes!  Yes,
like that.  Fuck you know how to fuck you fucker....  Fuck I'm cumming
again.  Oooooooooh!"

   And I, too, could feel her orgasm racking through her body, invading
her, taking over everything, every thought or feeling except the ecstasy of
her climax...  those sexy grunts.  And still he did not cum, and still his
niece sucked at her clit and pulled it with pursed lips.

   Mary's hands found Lucy's tits and as she grasped them the firm feel,
the knowledge that at last she was feeling a woman-body under her hands,
triggered another orgasm, just seconds after the last, and building on it,
pleasure rising to a new intensity.

   Her cunt must have felt like a sackful of eels, wriggling and writhing,
and it was obvious Ezra was about to cum.

   But he had one last surprise as he pulled his cock out, spread her arse
cheeks and shoved it brutally into her anus, through the rim and deep into
her rectum, just in time to shoot his load deep inside her.

   Mary screamed, but the shout was not of simple pain or surprise , as her
threshing movement and the spasms running through her body proclaimed yet
another climax, pain and pleasure mixed in a new intensity.

   I swear I could feel that hot cum spurt, though my knowledge of
physiology told me that was an illusion.  whatever, coming in the middle of
Mary's orgasm the pain of that first thrust was transmuted into incredible
pleasure as several further thrusts produced more and more spurts, a
volcano of sperm....



   That was nearly it: Mary was thoroughly fucked, Lucy would have to wait
because her uncle was fucked too.  They lay all three silent until Lucy
suggested the beach.

   The swim out to a raft (which Lucy explained was in fact a box where
fishermen kept their lobster catches alive till they went to one of the
several restaurants in the island).  They had worn swimmers to cross the
beach, where there were already several couples and family parties, but for
the mutual sucking and fucking on the raft they stripped naked, to the
delight of several of the couples straining their eyes to see the detail
over a hundred yards away.  One switched on couple....  he in his fifties,
perhaps, she a well-preserved forty perhaps, had brought binoculars.  Ezra
explained he and Lucy often fucked on the raft!

   Lucy had to leave to go to her weekly karate session, while Ezra needed
to sleep a bit before his night shift, so the well fucked bride was able to
return to her chalet, and congratulate herself on accepting her inner
voice's advice to 'go for it.'

   But what about Hassan?  This morning had changed everything: she knew
she needed this sort of orgasm, so much more than he could give her. 
Forbidden fruit is tastier!  How should she handle her husband?

   It was nearly midnight before Hassan arrived: he had been drinking and
the sex was hurried, brief, and for her unsatisfying.  He was immediately
asleep: it took her longer.



   But she was still awake long before him, and recycled the events of the
day before.  'Mary Two' was awake as well, of course.

   There it was again, that quiet, seductive voice inside her head that she
thought of now as 'Mary Two', so calm and so confident, giving her the
advice she needed.  She knew the words must come up from her own
subconscious and so were part of her, but sometimes the advice seemed so
surprising.  It always turned out well, though, and she trusted it.  It was
whispering to her as she showered.

   "You'll have to tell him, and it's only fair he should know.  We know
that we will never be content with one man now, and although Hassan is our
only and greatest love and sex with him is wonderful, we know it can be
great, and even better, with other men too, and women too, at any rate the
right ones that tick our boxes.  The right ones, big bruiser males, and
petite, shapely women.  Honestly we know that even if we tried and I don't
think we will, even if we tried not to stray some other men and girls make
our pussy wet.....  even thinking about Ezra has done it again just now."

   Mary turned the shower off and before she dried herself quickly
satisfied the sudden urge in her cunt, two handed, fingers in her vagina,
thumb strumming her clitoris, finger in her arse.  She could watch herself
in the long mirror across the bathroom, with the shower curtain open, and
as always liked what she saw.  She knew she had a lovely body,
sharp-nippled, rounded, firm breasts, and a trim, rounded bottom to go with
her tiny waist and shapely legs, and could look at it for hours.... 
masturbating.  Really a sexy woman-body was as much a turn on as a
naked-body male: 'Mary Two' chipped in telling her 'We have not seen enough
naked females to know, and we ought to do something about that as well some
time.  Think how good it would be to fondle other firm tits, to bring a
pretty girl to her climax.  That is real female bonding!'.

   Mary certainly agreed and came, a little cum this time.

   Lesbian sex!  Something to think about, and making her wet pussy throb
yet again.  The woman would need to be really lovely, sexy just as Ezra was
special.  Thinking of that huge, virile black man, with his barrel chest,
biceps, and massive cock brought another climax: the second of the day,
another little one.

   "We need a man or a woman to give us a real big orgasm...  By ourselves
it's not much good.  A man and a woman is good!"

   As usual her inner voice was right!

   'Perhaps two men would be even better....' Mary Two's disgraceful,
seductive voice was very matter-of-fact.

   Mary goggled at the thought.  Now, that really was an idea,

   Mary felt better after the orgasm and with some more help from that
sweet, feminine inner voice saw her way clear.  She even giggled: it was
not worrying any more, even an amusing idea: it was so easy for a clever,
sexy woman like her to manipulate males!  She decided after drying her hair
she would put on her sexy, transparent top....  the one she had worn for
Ezra.....  some nice loose satin knickers, and wake Hassan up in the best
possible way.  Her inner voice, 'Mary Two', had given her good advice on
how to open his eyes to at least part of the truth and persuade him to
accept it happily, and as she dressed and checked her shaven pussy was
still smooth with no stubble she quickly scripted what she would say. 
"Mary Two" told her her approach was good, convincing and clever.  She
would start with telling him about Lucy.....





   He was laying flat on his back, naked, snoring.

   Mary lay beside him careful not to wake him up, leaned over, and took
his cock into her mouth, all of it, limp.  She sucked and as it stiffened
he woke up.

   "That's lovely, darling, but I just gotta piss.  I'm bursting."

   As he ran for the toilet I could not resist turning the knife in Mary's
wound and using my calmest 'Mary Two' voice, 'Gut full of beer last night,
and it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to shower as well.  Distinctly niffy.
Ezra smelled male all right but clean and lemon, and Lucy was female
scented but also sea salt from swimming.  But Hassan....must have been a
lot of cigarette and cigar smoke in the bars last evening.'

   Actually he had showered when he came back a few minutes later, and his
cock was still stiff.

   "Before anything else, Hassan, There's something I've got to tell you.
While you were fishing, I did a bit of fishing myself."

   "???" he looked puzzled.

   "And I caught a lovely, sexy girl.  Boy!  Did we have fun!"

   "Good lord!  No!  You're joshing me, aren't you, darling?"

   "No.  It's true.  Great love-making.  I came and came!  You should have
seen us..."

   "Perhaps I should....  but I didn't."

   She laughed.  "You look funny when you're annoyed, darling.  Doesn't
suit you at all, and in any case she's bisexual, and you could have her too
if you wanted."

   "Huh!  Opportunity missed I suppose?"

   "No!  In fact she has seen you at the beach and quite fancies you.  We
should do a 3-some....."

   "You're joshing me."

   "I'm not.  I would love to have a sixty nine with her while you fucked
her from behind.  Now that would be sexy.  Real sexy!"

   "What's she look like?"

   Mary Two could not resist.  'Well done, Mary.  You've played your fish
and now you just have to land it.  You've got him!'

   My height, my build, tits as firm as mine but just and tiny bit bigger,
lovely bum, tiny waist, long slender legs....  absolute drop-dead sexy in a
bkini.  Oh, and she's Afro, chocolate brown and fashion-model face.

   "And you wouldn't mind if I fucked her?"

   "Mind?  I told you I want you to, same time as I suck her pussy and she
sucks mine.  Would I mind?  Hell, no!"



   I went out into the sun and phoned Lucy, and she was about to go to the
beach.

   "Yellow bikini?"

   "No.  Same design.  Dazzling white....  a bit transparent when wet!"

   "I'm looking forward to seeing that, sweetie.  Look, I've told Hassan
about us and he would like to meet you."

   "Meet?"

   "I must admit I said I wanted a 69 with you while he fucked you.  Hope
that's OK."

   "He's that handsome Asian guy, good body but not a gorilla like you know
who."

   "Yeah, That's Hassan."

   "Well all I can say is when?"

   "Like now?:

   "Great.  I'll come as I am.  About ten minutes."

   "Just one thing.  Nothing about Ezra.  I've not told Hassan about Ezra,
not yet.  Kisses!"

   "Kisses."



   When she made the introductions Mary was still wearing her sexy top and
satin knickers but she had insisted her husband stayed naked.  ("Let's make
it very clear to Lucy that she is here to be fucked, darling.  And you've
the sort of body any woman would be turned on by.  Show it and get her as
wet and horny as I am."

   Lucy was a sight for sore eyes with her wonderfully lithe body, that
silky chocolate skin-tone, and the skimpy, dazzling white bikini which hid
so little and hinted at so much.  Her nipples were sharp under it, and the
thin silk allowed the shape of her mound and especially her cunt-lips to be
seen almost as naked.  However we were very proper, very politely shaking
hands.  Proper that is till Lucy launched herself at him and arms around
his neck pressed her body to his, trapping his erect cock between them, and
kissing him open-mouthed.  Mary smiled as for a moment her husband did not
know where to put his hands, and then she was surprised but relieved when
she saw his right hand slip down inside Lucy's bikini, cup her bottom and
finally settle on her pussy from behind.  It was going to be OK: her inner
voice had been right!  Hassan would cooperate.

   As the game of tongues began Mary played the role of Ezra yesterday and
tweaked the bows on Lucy's brassiere and bikini pants.  When the couple
came up for air, Lucy giggling, Hassan looking dazed, they were both naked.
I slowly slid my own knickers down and quickly pulled my top up so I too
was bare.

   Bed followed quickly, starting with Lucy and myself in a sixty nine,
Lucy on top, though we were laying almost on our sides if you can imagine
that.  This meant that each of us could suck the other's pussy, but with
her leg bent and stretched over me her bottom was available.  I wanted to
look at her pussy, the swollen brown cunt-lips, the scarlet inner cleft,
the hard little pearl of her love-button, and the darker red that signalled
her vagina opening.  But her sent, her juices, above all her lips on my
cunt made me bury my face in her crotch.

   Mary's husband (MY man!) knelt beside them and stroked Lucy's bottom and
the one breast he could reach.  Then he placed a palm on each buttock and
pulled the cheeks apart.  I knew how pretty her little secret rose was,
black almost and looking small and tight.  Hassan leaned forward still
grasping her flesh in each hand and planted a wet kiss on her anus.

   Mary was licking Lucy's clit in a figure of eight around it and moving
her own pussy to maximise Lucy's licking and sucking, but it seemed
Hassan's anal kissing and licking was having an even greater effect as her
cunt was weeping juice and bathing Mary's face in the heady essence.

   That was the moment for Lucy to ask for Hassan to fuck make love to her
fully.  Only she was not as proper or polite as that.

   "For god's sake, stick it in me.  In my cunt not my arse.  Fuck me. 
Stuff it up me.  Shag me while your whore wife sucks me off.  Fuck me.  Do
it now....."

   Hassan was not the man Ezra had been.  A dozen or so thrusts and Lucy
was coming, but that was too much for Hassan who had his climax the same
time.  That had seemed a good thing to his bride, but she now knew that if
he continued then she could come again....  and again and again.  As it was
Lucy was nice enough to make sure she gave Mary a little orgasm, but Hassan
was finished.

   And that was it!  All three went down to the beach again, swam a bit,
lazed in the shade of a palm tree, bought ice-creams from a beach-seller,
chatted, and then Lucy had to go to yet another martial arts session
(Taekwondo on Friday's!)

   Mary and Hassan had a little session on the double bed before dinner,
and chatted, important conversation for both of them.

   The gist of it was that both had enjoyed the threesome, and neither was
jealous.  Both agreed it was worth repeating if they could find a suitable
girl in England.  Mary was ready for that!

   "I know just the girl, and I've seen how she looks at you especially,
but me as well.  You know that German theatre nurse Inge something?"

   "The tall blonde?  Ice-maiden I should think."

   "The opposite, darling.  I'm certain she's got the hots for you, hundred
percent certain.  And probably for me too.  I'm sure she'd love it!  How
about I invite her over to dinner?  I'll tell her you've been talking about
her for weeks....  you know the sort of thing.  Let her know we're
interested.  My guess is that dinner and a bit of smoochy dancing after
will lead to bed and a great threesome."

   That was agreed.  of course.  I had no need to peek inside his mind to
know he was horny at the thought of it, blessing his luck in finding a wife
who had quickly learned to be a slut, and even willing to find girls for
them to fuck.  That was obvious by the way he grabbed her and this time
gave her a proper long fucking, and a couple of reasonable climaxes.... 
not really memorable by recent standards being brutally honest.

   So 'Mary Two' sneakily pointed out that they were nothing compared to
threesome cums!





   They did their packing for an early start the next morning, due at the
airport by ten.  And then over to the hotel for dinner, and to Reception
for their valuables from the safe.

   The magnificent Ezra was at his desk, along with another young man.  He
looked better in his dinner jacket than did the lad he was training!

   The couple went over to the bar for a nightcap, and after the second
whiskey and coke Mary decided to risk the second half of the plan she had
worked out with 'Mary Two.' As her inner voice had told her, it was
probably now or never...

   "You know I said I went fishing and caught Lucy, well that's not all I
caught."

   "Oh fuck!  She's not infected is she!  Fuck, I didn't use a rubber."

   Mary laughed.  "No, darling, not a disease.  I mean I caught another
fish, a male one this time."

   "You had a man as well?"

   "Don't be angry, darling.  I didn't mind you fucking that teenage girl
after all.  In fact watching you do her the second time just the two of you
while I masturbated really turned me on and I came so easily I bet neither
of you even noticed.  But then, you both were a bit busy!"

   She giggled, and then became serious, her deep eyes holding his gaze. 
"But while this guy was fucking me in the arse I had my fingers up my cunt
and I thought how good it would be to have a cock up my arse and cunt the
same time.  That did it for me!  Jeez!  Did I come!  I imagined you up my
cunt and him up my arse, and that did it for me big time!.  Fuck!  I'm wet
again now at the thought of it.  And you've gone stiff, darling, so don't
deny the idea is sexy for you too."

   "It's just a bit of a surprise....  in fact I'm shocked.  I never
thought you...." He hesitated, lost for words, but that bulge in his
trousers persisted.  "Who?"

   "Ezra."

   "Ezra who?"

   "Ezra standing over there in reception looking at us: the big handsome
guy not the little one."

   "Fuck!  He's huge."

   "He is, and a great fuck.  How about it?  Threesome, cunt and arse. 
He's Lucy's uncle by the way."

   "If he's as good at fucking as she is then he must be something!"

   "He is, darling.  But he's just a good fuck.  I can't help imagining
that double plugging.  But I love you, darling and no good fuck is ever
going to change that."

   "I'm the same.  sweetie.  That girl was a good fuck...  twice....  but
that's all.  Love you!"

   Ezra watched them kiss and thought to himself 'Lucky guy'.

   "It would be only fair, wouldn't it I had his niece and you enjoyed it
too, so perhaps you should have the uncle, and see if I enjoyed that
too.... and I would have your pussy in any case.  You reckon he would
agree?."

   "I'll go ask him...."

   As she walked over to the desk she was already planning ahead: the gym
was the place for her to find more of the sort of men she needed: she would
strike up conversations with a few of the body builders sweating away on
the machines, or with the weights.  Must get new, and sexier gym wear!



   Hassan watched on tenterhooks as his lovely wife walked over to the
desk, leaned on it and chatted to the Night Receptionist.  It did not take
long and she was on her way back, smiling.  Jeez!  If the answer was yes he
would have license to have any girl he wanted with no hassle from his wife:
he certainly would not complain if she bedded other guys if that was the
deal, if he could fuck where he wanted, starting with that German lovely.
How many husbands had fantastically sexual, lovely wives in that sort of
contract?

   "He says yeah: room 108 on the first floor has just been vacated by
guests and has not been made up till tomorrow morning so we can use that.
He'll follow in a few minutes.  Best drink up and go...."

   This was my last session sharing Mary Mahmout's mind and so her body as
she came several times, each ogasm bigger than the preceding, building to a
screaming climax shared by her husband up her cunt and her lover up her
arse.

   There was no need for me to reinforce the difference between these
climaxes and the comparatively feeble pleasure she had got from her husband
by himself earlier.  It was obvious.  And obvious to him I should think.

   I was amused by the way, lying underneath his wife and Ezra on top of
her, he stole caresses of Ezra's legs and hips as the giant fucked his
wife, feeling the muscles and body-hair.  No doubt at all he found Ezra's
heavyweight body sexually attractive, and worth exploring.  I did not need
to enter his mind to be certain that as long as Mary chose big, strong,
handsome guys her new husband would be very willing to share her with them.

   And Jasper Hooper, Professor and Neurologist was able to add first hand
experience of the added intensity of orgasm with cunt and anus plugged at
the same time.  He intercepted Mary's confident and happy reaction to the
position Ezra had selected....  Mary astride her husband and bent forward,
breasts pressed to his chest, and Ezra up her from behind, his weight
giving him complete control of the fucking.  Hassan could hardly move at
all.  That slowed him down nicely, and instead of cumming with her first
orgasm he had to wait till the incredibly fierce vaginal spasms of her
sixth and final cum milked his cock and gave him release.....  aided she
supposed by her husband secretly feeling her lover's muscled body!

   If Mary had not noticed that 'Mary Two' made sure she did!

   I took my leave of her.  Job done.  I'd taken my pleasure and proven the
power of my drug discovery, experienced female orgasms as no man ever had
before.  I left a happy couple, bonded in what would be a wonderful open
marriage: my final wedding present to them.
My body was thousands of miles away, but mind transfer is instantaneous
and takes no account of distance, and back one hundred percent in my own
body I felt vigorous and refreshed....  no hangover or side effects!  I
promised myself that in a week or two I would pay a short visit again to
Mary and see how the couple got on with the lovely Inge, and whether her

fishing at the gym had caught any prize specimens.

   But for the moment there was something left over from my virginal
teenage years, memories of humiliation that needed to be assuaged, and that
would be my immediate project.

   But that's another story.

   The end (for now)