Hitch Hikers

Author; Amy Redek

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

Hitch Hikers II

CHRIS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'No,' I gasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Would you like to kiss me?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Fellatio?'

'Pardon?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'About an hour,' I replied.

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

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

'What do you mean?' he asked warily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'What about Mr?..?'

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

'Juliet?.?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Juliet's pregnant you know.'

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

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

'What?when?how?'I stuttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cream?' he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TOM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHRIS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TOM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'About six months,' I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHRIS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Well I'll be?..'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TOM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'France,' he said dreamily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Yes.'

'Does it have a Count and Countess?'

'Yes Monsieur.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHRIS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Willi? His valet?' I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Yes. Have you ridden a horse before?'

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

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

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

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

'On a horse?'

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

'Thank fuck for that,' she said.

'Epsom!' came from Beverley.

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

'Apollo and Venus?' I enquired.

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

'On top or from behind?' I grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was a virgin!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'I thought?I thought?.'

'Thought what?'

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

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

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

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

'I'm honoured,' I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Epsom!' Angela almost shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Tom?' I queried in a tremulous voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TOM

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

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

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

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

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

'Why?' came the same calm question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Firstly, you don't love me.'

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

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

'Of course,' I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'How old is Pancho?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'But?but?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHRIS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Condom?' Tom queried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Best of three!' said Thelma somewhat desperately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was several minutes before she came alive again and then it was to be smothered again in kisses that started at my face and went ever lower till she was sucking on me to clean up the mess we had made together. It's an almost indescribably feeling to have your balls in someone's mouth and have them rolled around like marbles as they are sucked. It was glorious.

She eventually came back up the bed to nestle herself in my arms and I think we both then went to sleep for I do not remember anything till the early hours of the morning. I woke up feeling a cramp in my left arm where Heloise was laying on it. I managed to get it free without waking her and saw that it was nearly seven o'clock. I smiled down at her sleeping body, marvelling at how much energy was in that small girl/woman, for that's how she appeared to me.

A Eurasian that had the body of a pubescent girl and yet knew more than any woman twice her age in matters of sex and of how to please a man. Her body was honey coloured without the need of the sun and had a gloss, a sheen that a lot of models would have died for. Her breasts were small but perfectly rounded and had dark aureoles with a lighter shade of brown to the nipples which were soft at this moment as she slept. When aroused, they became like small nuts that made you want to crack them between your teeth as you would a kernel to get at the soft fruit that was inside. It almost made me feel like a paedophile with her body looking as fresh and unsullied as any fourteen or fifteen year old child and yet I knew she was twenty one years of age.

I then remembered on almost my first, no it was my first night there at Pancho's villa that we had sex for the first time. I had been fucked by Pancho and Heloise and Trevor had joined in whilst I was been seen to by the man himself. The rest of the night I do not remember, but in the morning; with a sore arse and Heloise stuck on the end of my tool, I had charged out through the French windows with her still attached and plunged into the pool. Richard had said afterwards that he'd wished he'd had the camera set up, so I thought why not give a repeat performance.

I reached for the telephone which was fortunately on my side of the bed and saw what the number was for his room on the inter-house line and pressed his button.

'Hello,' came the groggy voice.

'Good morning Richard,' I said as quietly as I could. 'How was Thelma?'

'Ask me no questions,' he groaned, 'and I will tell you no lies.'

'You know who this is speaking?'

'Yes Chris. What do you want?'

'Do you remember the first night I was here three years or so ago? I came out of the French windows with Heloise? You said you'd wished you'd had the camera set up?'

'Yes,' I heard his voice that now seem to have perked up.

'Is thirty minutes too long for you to be ready out by the pool?' I asked.

'You're in there now? You're going to do it again?' he asked.

'Yes. Can you get set up in that time?'

'No problem,' he said, sounding wide awake now.

'Okay. When you hear a scream, it'll either be her or me, but have the camera rolling.'

'Will do,' he said and I heard his receiver go down with a crash. So I replaced the one I was holding and then started to slowly ease my body down the bed, taking the covering sheet with me until I had it off and I could see Heloise in all her naked glory still sleeping like a child. I gently eased her legs apart, moving slow as I didn't want to awake her just yet, and she gave out a small groan, but shifted her body nicely so that she was flat on her back with her legs wide open for me to begin.

It took only a few licks of her vagina before she was awake and aware of what was going on and gave out a sigh of pleasure and opened her legs even wider for me to use my mouth as well as my tongue. It wasn't my intention to bring her to an orgasm them, but I did and she screamed out and I was cursing her and hoped that Richard would understand that it was a false alarm.

I couldn't get up her body to silence her because she'd clamped me between her thighs and I knew that Richard would understand when we didn't appear that it would be at the next scream which might have to be mine. Prying her legs open to release my head so that I could breathe, I then moved up her body until I slipped inside her and began to really fuck her.

She was fully awake now and responded by wrapping her legs round my waist as I kept driving into her, pounding our stomachs together and at the same time, moving us to the edge of the bed. Then with one big heave, I was able to turn her so that I could swing my legs out of the bed and place them on the floor whilst still inside her and her legs wrapped round my waist.

I then bounced her on my lap as she smothered my face with kisses as we fucked in this position and when I felt she was near her peak, I took a deep breath and stood up, lifting her with me that settled her even more on my cock buried up inside her. Then she came, again in a flood as I held her in my arms as she twisted about in the throes of her second orgasm, me coming at the same time. I had to move because I knew, even though I was pumping my own sperm into her, if it finished too soon, I wouldn't be able to carry her out.

I gave one final heave up into her and gave out a roar and then let her weight be the balance to carry my momentum out through the waving net curtain and stagger to the pool and fall in with us still coupled together. The shock of the cold water split us apart and we came up spluttering to the surface to find that nearly everybody was there to clap and cheer us as they did once before. But this time, Richard had caught it on film and it made for a good laugh afterwards and was actually used in a later film.

Heloise took it in a good spirit and when we got out of the pool, we sat down for our breakfast. Though it was the norm to wear some lower clothing at breakfast, we ignored it and we all had a good laugh at what had just gone down.

'Just as good as last time,' Richard declared, 'and we've got it on

film this time.'

'Do you film everything?' Epsom asked of him. I couldn't help but admire her for she was like one of the girls already, sitting there at breakfast without a top on. Her breasts almost white in comparison to the others, but looking big and healthy all the same.

'As much as I can if it involves sex,' he laughed. 'Wait till I show that special clip of Debbie and Tom that I doctored,' he said with a laugh. That was the one where he filmed Tom striding towards the breakfast table wearing a pair of see through swim suits where you could see his organ lying cross wise to his thighs. Then a clip of Debbie, naked, doing the same walk, but when he transposed Tom's hips to Debbie's, well, you would have thought she was a hermaphrodite with her big tits and this big cock between her thighs. Epsom loved it when she did get to finally see it.

'Okay everyone,' Pancho cried out as we neared the end of our breakfast. 'Today we begin filming The Farm,' which caused a hubbub of excitement, but I'd better fill you in on what had gone on before we had arrived back at the villa from our holiday.

Pancho and Richard were always on the lookout for locations to do a lot of our filming, and for this one, they needed a working farm. They'd found one and made a deal with the farmer that we could rent it for two weeks, giving them enough money to have a vacation while we were there. It was agreed that the existing farm hands would still see to the livestock etc, but wouldn't appear in the film. They were due to go off the very next day and that was when we would move in. It wasn't that far from the villa, about two hours drive, so we would be back every night at the end of the day.

So let me give you the cast and the roles they would play. First there was the farmer, being played by Trevor, and his wife would be Thelma, to which she kicked up about as always being cast as the mother or maiden aunt in most films. Debbie and Epsom would be the two daughters of said farmer and Heloise would be the house servant. My role was to be a country hick who worked on the farm and was really as thick as two short planks. Tom would be an itinerant bum who applied for work on said farm.

There was no real story line to the film as it was just a matter of seeing who got fucked by whom on this farm. Basically Trevor got to fuck his wife, Thelma, as well as having the servant, Heloise. I was teased unmercifully by the two daughters being a dumb hick. This involved them teasing me with their breasts and fannies, getting me to lick them out and having them play with my dong, sucking as well as, later on, get to fuck them. Tom applies for work and is then overwhelmed by not only the daughters, but the wife and servant too. There's even one scene where the girls taunt me and Tom into us having sex together so that they could watch. I did like that one. Having Tom stuck up inside me after having sucked on him.

We spent the whole two weeks on the farm doing the outside and barn scenes and the odd couple we made back at the villa, but overall, it was a bloody good film. Dinner that night of our final day of shooting was one of high gaiety as we were all sure of it being a success. When Tom and I had first arrived at the villa, all the films were sent away for titling and having the music added. But now, with getting in the equipment, this was done here by Pancho and Richard what with the extensive music collection Pancho had, he was able to mix and match as he liked. His uncanny choice and knowledge of what was available, made all the difference to our films and I'm sure, contributed a great deal to the finished product.

At that dinner, I drank too much as usual, and, ignoring the cries of the girls, dragged Tom off to our room so that I could have a re-enactment of our scene together in the barn. I got his clothes off fast and went down on him to suck on his already erect tool, taking that throbbing piece of flesh into my mouth to suck and slaver over as I did in the film. Then, lacking a bale of hay, bent over the back of the arm chair after taking my clothes off for him to enter me from behind.

Like the film, we didn't use a condom and this time, he came inside me instead of finishing off by coming all over my back for the camera to see his emission come flying out. We'd held Tom back for this scene so that when he did come, he was able to make the whole lot stretch from the cheeks of my bum right up to the hairline of my neck. What a sight that was on the screen of his come spraying out that length in one stream leaving this marked trail all up my spine, that alone was worth an Oscar.

But this night I kept him inside me, revelling in his hardness as he fucked me till he had to let go with his gripping me tight for his violent jerking movements that thrilled me so much. In the film, I had one of the girls suck me off afterwards as the camera moved in close to see her pick hay from my pubic hairs as she mouthed me. Tonight, Tom did the honours and pleased me by taking it all and swallowing it.

Then it was into the shower for me to wash him and myself before going to bed to kiss and cuddle before falling asleep. But we had a repeat performance in the morning but with a condom this time and me having Tom in the same way.

Normally, we had a few days grace between films, but this time for Richard was there at the breakfast table with the next script which he read out as we ate. He explained that they had already scouted out a location for the next film and had made the arrangements of hiring a motel for the scenes of the film that were required. Also, they had found an abandoned shack out in the desert that suited the script perfectly. The girls groaned in unison when it was learned that there would only be one female in this film and that he was giving the part to Epsom. Three men were involved, that being Tom, myself and Trevor.

That Epsom couldn't drive a car didn't worry him in the slightest as most of it would be faked anyway as he told us the story line plot of the film. Epsom would drive into the motel's parking lot and go and book a room. Trevor was the desk clerk and there would be a quick shot of a newspaper on a side desk next to an almost full bottle of whisky. She would then go to her room and he would sit down and pour himself a drink from the bottle and we would then see the front page of this newspaper properly.

There was a picture, a police photo of Epsom complete with a number on a board below her chin. The headlines screamed about the escape of this woman and was known to be dangerous. Another smaller headline told more of her whilst on her escape, of doing a bank raid and killing two people and getting away with one hundred thousand dollars in cash.

Then there are cuts back and forth between the office and her room. One where she strips her clothes off till naked before having a shower. In the office of Trevor making a large ring round her face with a marker pen on the newspaper and the level of the whisky in the bottle getting less. Epsom in the shower, lathering her breasts and between her thighs. Back to the office to see the bottle level even lower and Trevor now circling the amount of money she has stolen. Epsom drying herself and inspecting what she has got between her legs as she does so. Trevor in the office stroking his obvious erection inside his trousers as the spirit level of the bottle is quite low now.

Epsom now wraps the towel round herself and sits before the vanity mirror to brush her hair as we flip back to the office where Trevor stands up and finishes the bottle without a glass and then throws the bottle and newspaper to one side and staggers out of the office.

Weaving his way down past other cabins, he uses a pass key and bursts into Epsom's room and slams the door behind him. She jumps up, demanding to know what he means by bursting in like he did. Trevor grasps the front of the towels and gives her a back hander across the face that knocks her to the bed. He hasn't let go of the towel that has now come off her body so that she sprawls on the bed with legs and arms akimbo from the blow.

Trevor staggers as he pulls his trousers off to reveal an erection and he climbs on the bed to rape her. She seems to come round as he begins his fucking of her, close ups of this, and feebly tries to throw him off without much success. At the point of his coming, he pulls out of her and gets astride of her chest and then jerks himself off to come all over her face. Her hand slides up under her pillow and then stabs him in the lower chest, this being viewed from behind Trevor so that you don't actually see the penetration of the knife, but you do see blood spurt out onto her breasts and face as she does so.

I interrupted him here by saying that shouldn't he show a clip of her placing this knife under the pillow before she goes for her shower.

'Good point,' said Richard, making a note on his script before continuing with the story.

Trevor rolls off the bed with much groaning, clasping his wound and she rolls after him and out of sight of the camera though you can see her, she stabs him several times, more blood spurting up to splash onto her heaving tits. She then grabs a dress and puts it on without bothering to clean herself, gets her shoes on and grabs her case that is holding the money and flees the motel.

It is night and she just drives off in panic and takes the first road to turn off the highway though this is more of a track than a road. Inside shots of the car as well as outside ones, especially the one where it is seen that she has obviously missed a turning and is therefore heading out into the desert.

Shots of rocky and sandy terrain as seen from the car by the vehicle's headlights and now come flashes of the car's fuel gauge until the car misfires and comes to a halt with the gauge tight against the end stop showing that it was now empty.

Epsom leaves the car carrying this case and stumbles along in the dark, falling over, losing her shoes and getting her dress caught on prickly bushes that finish up almost tearing her dress off. As it is, dawn breaks with her still stumbling along, shoeless and one tit fully exposed and the other almost in full view and most of the bottom half of her dress missing, only just covering her minge.

With full daylight, she comes within sight of this shack and Tom comes out, unaware of her at this time, and pulls his cock out from his trousers and has a pee. Cross flashes of his cock as he does so and Epsom, catching sight of him and calling out. He hears her cries and when finished, puts himself away and calls out to the shack and runs over to her. Chris then emerges from the shack and goes towards Tom who has now reached Epsom.

Tom gets his arms up under her shoulders as Chris arrives and picks up her legs. In picking her up, more of her dress tears away now fully revealing her sex which Chris grins at seeing this between her two legs in his arms as they carry her into the shack.

As they lay her on one of the beds, her other tit comes out of the rag she is now wearing and they see the blood and dirt that she is covered in. Between them, they wash her body after tearing off what is left of her clothes and this is rather explicit, the washing process, before drying her and covering her with a sheet.

Then comes the dialogue about how they are prospecting for gold in a mine that they have dug and what should they do with her. With no satisfactory answer, they go off into the mine and leave her to sleep. When they return, she is up with just the sheet wrapped round her and has made coffee and a meal of sorts for them.

More dialogue which turned out that she either slept on the floor or in one of the two beds with whoever was in it. That's how it starts off but she soon leaves the hard floor and gets into bed with Tom. Then we have the sex between Tom and Epsom with lots of close ups of him moving in and out of her until he pulls out at the last minutes and comes all over her stomach and tits. Chris has been watching and demands his share and so she moves over to his bed and we have the same again.

She's up in the morning to make them breakfast and they then go off to work in the mine. Chris comes out early and takes her on the bed again before going back out, before Tom comes and has another bit. They're still in bed when Chris gets back and without her seeing, he opens her case and finds it full of money.

So he moves it to another place, hidden and sets a booby trap with it using a stick of dynamite and a wire fixed to the back of the case. He then goes and joins the other two and we have a three way sex session of Chris fucking Epsom doggie fashion while she is chewing off Tom. He comes over her face whilst Chris sends his stream up her back and over the cheeks of her bum.

Chris gets up early and goes to the mine where we see him rig up another booby trap with a trip wire and while he is doing this, Epsom finds that her case is missing. She then tells Tom what is in the case and that she will share it with him if he can find it. Two ways would be better than three she suggested.

Chris comes back into the shack and then we have another three way session, Tom taking Epsom for the rear as she sucks off Chris. Still naked, Tom gets off the bed and gets a gun and threatens Chris as to where he's hidden the case, but he refuses to say and makes a lunge for the gun. Both naked men fight and the gun goes off and it is Chris who is killed.

Epsom, naked also, now demands what Tom intends to do about the body of Chris and of now finding out where he hid her case. Tom says that he will get rid of Chris first and gets him up into his arms and says that he is going to bury him in the mine.

We then get a naked Tom carrying a naked Chris from the shack and into the mine. Close up of Tom's legs as he goes inside and see him then trip the wire that Chris had set up.

Outside shot of the entrance to the mine as the dynamite explodes and showers of dust and dirt come out from this entrance. Epsom, still naked, has her hand to her face in horror knowing that both men are now dead and so rushes back into the shack to try and find her case. She rips out wooden planks from the walls in her frantic search and finally reveals the case in a small niche.

The camera pans in with her outstretched hand and you see her grasp the handle and begin to pull the case out. You also see the wire stretch and then break.

Outside again and you see the whole shack explode and during the settling dust and debris come up the final credits.

'Well? What do you think?' Richard sat back, swilling down the last dregs from his coffee cup. There was a moment's pause before everybody started to clap, each having visualised the film as he had described it and thought that it would make for a good film.

'Like the Treasure of the Sierra Madre, John Houston,' said Pancho somewhat drily.

'Similar yes. One of greed but a better ending for those who thought that they could get something for nothing, but I don't think that this would ever get to scale those heights,' said Richard.

'That I do agree with, but it will make a bloody good film anyway,' Pancho beamed, and so it was settled, that was our next film which took only ten days to make. Epsom, this now being her third film, thoroughly enjoyed herself having just the two of us fuck and generally abuse her, apart from the one scene with Trevor. She could now relax and act more natural in front of other people who would be watching and wasn't afraid to listen to advice when it was given.

To finish off the story of this film which, incidentally, was called Poetic Justice, made us a small fortune but was also seen by a big film distributor who contacted Pancho nearly a year later for us to do a remake for national distribution. In other words, he liked the story and if we cut out the explicit sex scenes, he would see that it got sent out on the legitimate circuit.

This actually took longer to film than the original because of the lighting aspect. Whereas we had plenty of light so that the sex could be seen in all its glory, now it had to be implied by the use of shadows. Though in most films the sex is simulated even though they are both covered with the bed sheet, we still went for the real thing by actually fucking Epsom but still being covered. She showed some breast, but not much, more to titillate than to offend. The shack had to be rebuilt but the cost was minimal when taken into account. The film was well received but nowhere good enough to win Oscars or anything, but Angela was thrilled when she saw a copy and hoped that all her films would be that circumspect. It made money for us all which was what counted in the long run. Epsom had been in England when the decision had been made and she flew over especially to do this re-make. But as I said, that was fully a year later when we did this.

Back to the present and we now had a couple of days off and Epsom reminded me that she wanted me in a couple of poses with her for Pancho to sketch. This I was all for and with her twisted little mind, she wanted the same poses that I had been in with Tom for our montage only her being me as it were, and me taking the poses of Tom.

It was her sparkling eyes that made the drawings come alive as she looked up at me in two of them. The one where she is holding my erection in her hand and the other when she has it in her mouth. Like me, she couldn't resist sucking and teasing me with her tongue till I shot my load for her to roll around in her mouth before swallowing. She got told off several times by Pancho for making me come too soon before he'd finished his sketching. He even managed to make one look like a three D picture where her breasts actually seemed to come out of the paper to hit you in the eye as she gave you a mischievous grin and have a twinkle in her eye. Move over Norman Rockwell was my thought.

But as much as I loved Epsom through our association in France and England, my heart and body still belonged to Tom, and I didn't care who knew it but I think he was a bit jealous.

TOM

I was jealous and I admit that, but even so, they did look good together when we all viewed the finished pictures and we congratulated Pancho more than the subjects. Chris couldn't stop apologising to me that Epsom had chosen him to be in her pictures and after lunch when we got to our room, the only way to stop him speaking was to put my dick in his mouth.

We'd undressed and showered and got onto the bed before I did this and decided to do the same, so I moved round having my cock almost screwed off by my movement. He had one leg half bent as he went onto his side and his erection was hard and sticking up towards his stomach. I ran my fingertips up the side of it and I could see his leg tremble at my touch, his hot mouth on me and his tongue moving around the head of my cock as he sucked. I teased him by gently running my hand up the soft skin of his sheath, feeling the muscle beneath begin to throb with the expectation of what I was going to do. Then I blew gently into the eye of his cock just to see his leg tremble again before flicking it with my tongue. It was only when he began to squirm and almost bite me that I lowered my head onto him and gave one powerful suck to almost swallow him whole. Then it was to taste and tease him in the same way as he was doing to me, moving his balls around in their sac as I slowly moved my head up and down on his cock.

We were now professional enough to be able to hold back from coming until we wanted to release ourselves, so we were like this for over half an hour before I decided that enough was enough. As I sucked on his hard rubbery flesh in my mouth, I let my body take over and soon came in his mouth which in turn, triggered him off to come. Both of us held the base of each other's cock as our hips took over and did the pumping between the tightly held lips to simulate the vagina or arsehole that the cock thought it was inside.

As I came, Chris's head bobbed even faster to meet my bucking hips and take it all in and hold it till I'd finished before swallowing. But in the meantime, he came in short sharp bursts that coated the lining of my upper palate and throat. I stopped my bucking to let him finish coming and only when he came to a stop did I swallow his emission and with us both empty, began the process of licking each other clean.

'Oh God I do love you Tom,' said Chris as he came up off me and into my arms after we had turned round. He held me tight as he kissed me and I returned them as my arms went round his neck. His eyes were shining with that professed love and I couldn't help but grin and kiss him some more before he nestled down into my arms, his head resting in the crook of my arm and alongside my neck.

'Do you know that if the world was to catch fire, explode or whatever, I wouldn't care. Here in your arms I feel so safe that nothing could ever harm me.' I could only give him a squeeze as I had no words to give him and I didn't feel like trying to sing him a lullaby as he lay there safe. I did gently rock him though as his hand stroked my chest, his movements getting slower and slower as he drifted off to sleep. I too drifted off and only awoke because of the pins and needles in my arm under his head a couple of hours later. He came awake at my movements and came up the bed slightly so that we could kiss and hold each tight as our close bodies began to generate some heat in our loins to give us another erection each.

I let him go first to put a condom on and have me from behind and I liked his stroking of my back as he smoothly rode in and out of me as he made love to me. My own cock began to really throb when he held me tight to his thighs as he ground himself up to me as he jerked out his coming inside me. Then it was my turn to enter him and see that I could give as much as he could in that form of loving another man. If I'd of asked him to die as I came inside him with my powerful thrusts, I think he would have done, such was his love for me. He cried when I pulled out of him but he was quickly round with tissues to pull off the condom to suck upon me at the finish. He still had tears in his eyes when he rose up to kiss me once again and say, not for the last time, that he loved me more than life itself.

We showered and got dressed for dinner and then went and had another superb meal that Maria had made for us and we couldn't sing her praises loud enough for what she could achieve with food from its raw state. Pancho, the wine connoisseur that he was, never failed to find the right wine from his superb cellar to compliment the meal. I visited his cellar once and was amazed at how big it was beneath the villa and marvelled at the thousands of bottles he had stored there. What was more, he knew the name of each wine stored there and to what kind of meal they each went with.

If we didn't have the pool to swim in and lots and lots of sex to work off our energy, we would all have been fat as pigs and probably would have died of heart attacks from such good eating fare. Santos and his wife Maria were well worth their share of what we made from the films for not only did they do the cooking and serving, but saw to our rooms and laundry as well.

Richard gave out over our coffee and brandy that he wanted to make a start on the homosexual and lesbian films that would be made in stages to be put together as a series of clips of sex between members of the same sex. No story as such, but just exactly what goes on in this type of relationship. It was to follow the format that Angela had first produced as an educational film rather than one purely of sex for sex sake. It sounded easy enough, but when we came to make the opening scenes, Chris and I found it very difficult and it took us three days before he was satisfied and that was just the title sequence.

The opening shot was of a blank sheet of paper and Pancho's hand begin to sketch the outlines of two human bodies. They were deft strokes that came upon you so quickly he was that good, before the camera would pan up to see the models that he was drawing. That was Chris and myself standing quite still giving the camera a full frontal shot of us naked, our penises slack between our thighs.

Of course, it appeared as though Pancho was drawing at lightning speed because they seemed to come to life very quickly. With the drawing almost completed as it kept drifting backwards and forwards from paper to us, the camera finally settled on us and at a hidden signal, we turned to face each other. This was the bit we kept fucking up, because when we were then facing each other, we were both supposed to get an erection at the same time as we looked at each other. As our cocks rose up, so would come up the title, Male Love.

Now I think you can see the problem. How do you get two men to keep their pricks slack and then come to life at the same time so that they both rose up together. Chris and I couldn't help but look at each other, our eyes looking down to see the other's cock rise and try to follow suit. We'd finish up laughing as one would and the other wouldn't. It wasn't the same one each time either so it wasn't a matter of not being able to get it up but the timing.

He eventually gave up trying to film us both at the same time and made them separately and then melded the two films together and you couldn't tell the difference when he was finally satisfied. Mind you, it did look bloody good when he had finished with this opening shot. I was on the left as you looked at the screen with Chris opposite me. Just after we had turned to face each other, our cocks would start to come erect and as they did so, they seemed to bring up the title of the film with them. Under mine as it rose was the word Male and under that of Chris came Love. It looked great with one big black cock and one big white one and the words below them brought much clapping from the rest as we saw the final cut for the opening of the film.

From that shot we would then hold each other's forearm as we leaned in to kiss each other on the lips, letting our cocks be seen clashing and coming together. Then we broke apart and for me to stroke and hold Chris before going down onto my knees to kiss and tongue the head before taking it into my mouth. Taking in as much as I could and then slowly pull back for the camera to see how much I had actually taken in. After several sucks and close ups, I stood up for Chris then to do the same.

Even though we now recognised ourselves as professionals after four years of making these films, we couldn't help but burst out laughing from some comment that was heard off camera. Then it was hand in hand that we went to the bed to kiss and caress each other.

The film reverted back to the flaccid penis and how it was brought erect by the use of the fingers or hand of both of us before we got down to the nitty gritty of sucking on each other. Commentary was added at a later date because it wasn't shown of our actual coming in each other's mouth, so it was shown later at how much does come out of the eye of the penis at the point of ejaculation.

We also did four different positions for anal sex with the stress on the use of a condom for each separate act. I got to fuck Chris three times to his once to me. Richard was delighted with the idea of using the stool where Chris gets astride me and that he also comes between our chests, demonstrating where both get to come at the same time. Chris loved that scene too, having it on film of my cock moving up and down from his ring piece as he bounced on my lap, with the shots of his coming between our chests. We also showed about the licking and sucking up of each other's sperm though this was cut out of re-makes at a later date because of the AIDS scare. Overall, it was a good documentary of how two men made love to each other.

All four girls got to get a part in the lesbian version, even to the point of making a daisy chain of them all sucking each other off at the same time which I'd never seen before on film. These two films which were eventually linked, took two months to make before Richard was satisfied for it to go out for distribution.

This was Trevor's part of the operation. He would take the finished film round to quite a few people to get orders and then would have the subsequent copies made and sold to them for sale in their own outlets. But our days were numbered as Pancho and Trevor were well aware. They could only go so far in the manufacture of their films to prevent piracy but the day wasn't far off when our films could be copied and we would lose that revenue. The idea was to get as many out as possible of a new film and enjoy that money that came in from those sales. That's why our master copy was never let out of Trevor's hand until it went for the making of the quantity that had been ordered. If one of his outlets only wanted a few copies, he didn't get them, because it was assumed that he would make pirate copies out of these and not pay us.

But this was in the future and so we made hay while the sun was still shining. We made another two films which featured Epsom in the lead role because of her visa expiry date and we all got roles so that we had sex with her to give her something to remember us by. She even got to have three cocks at once. Me flat on my back up her front, Trevor, because he was the smaller of us three, having her anally while she sucked on Tom. She loved it especially when all three cocks sprayed her with semen as we jerked off over her. Then she got to nibble all three cocks as they were rubbed round her cheeks to get covered in sperm for her to lick and suck.

It was a tearful dinner party we had to say goodbye to her, and instead of a live sex show that evening, we had a re-run of all the films she had made with us. To top the evening off, or rather the night, she came into my bed with Chris and the three of us said our goodbyes in the best way we knew how. We fucked her silly, all night. We didn't get to sleep at all and so we looked a sorry trio at breakfast. She was fully dressed at the table and didn't eat at all but just sat there and sniffled and cried. Especially when Trevor told her it was time to leave to catch the bus. She kissed everybody, the girls crying and the men with tears in their eyes. Chris openly cried as they kissed and hugged after she had kissed me with my hug and promised to write to us later.

We waved goodbye and the place suddenly seemed empty after that bubbling effervescent girl had departed. She had left with a cheque in her bag for six thousand dollars which wasn't bad for just under six months work. You might not think it a lot, but that was net remember, food and lodging was all found so it would really have been closer to ten.

The rest of the morning was spent lazing around the pool and in the water, and after lunch, Chris and I went to bed to catch up on our sleep without having sex. Dinner was a quiet affair too and as Chris said he didn't feel like giving a performance that evening, I went off with Debbie and gave her a good rogering, giving her three orgasms to my one. Thelma took the opportunity to have Chris in her mouth as the others watched the screen.

By the time Chris and I went to bed, we had just enough strength left to have each other once. We took it slow and made our session last for nearly an hour each what with the kissing and caressing before penetration.

'I wish Epsom could have stayed,' Chris panted as I slowly moved myself in and out of his tight rear end. 'She could now be underneath sucking on me.'

'She'd be stroking my balls too,' I replied as I savoured the pleasure I was getting by fucking Chris like I always did.

'Fuck me harder Tom,' Chris whispered. 'Make me really feel you so I can forget her.' So I did, knowing how he felt and held him tight us I rammed myself up into him, really pounding his backside with my thighs. Almost pulling out to stretch his ring before slamming myself forward as I pulled him back, making him grunt, hoping that this therapy was working. We were both slippery with sweat by the time I came, him having already come all over the bedcover from the violent movements we had made. I forced him down onto his mess as I continued to pound into him as I came, grunting the same as him, trying to rip him apart with my rigid cock.

'I'll be sore for a week,' he whispered into the pillow as I lay on his back, still up inside him. 'but it's just what I needed.'

'Me too,' I breathed into his ear as I kissed the side of his neck, tasting the salt from his sweat.

'Let me clean you up,' he said, so I reluctantly pulled out of him, loving that tight grip he used to try and hold me back. Then he pulled off the condom with some tissues and took me into his mouth to savour the last of my dregs while he squeezed me and licked what came out. Then we showered and were soon back in bed to catch up on the rest of our sleep.

Next day, the villa was almost back to normal, the breakfast routine helped by discussing future films and I had a sneaking feeling that the other girls were glad that Epsom had gone so that they could now get better parts.

We made six films that in my opinion are not worth talking about before Epsom returned for that re-make of Poetic Justice which I have already mentioned. It was nice to see her again and it wasn't long before we were in bed together. Chris had his turn later. At dinner she told us all of the four films that she had made in England with Karl since leaving us. Richard skilfully got out of her what other films Karl had planned so that he could adapt and get them made before Karl did.

She stayed with us for three weeks while we made that second film and it was this one that delighted Angela when she saw it. As I said, it didn't win any awards or anything except give us a lot more credence in the industry and gave us nearly a thousand percent return on our total expenditure. Epsom returned to England two thousand dollars richer and we went back to normal again.

It was two years later that Chris and I decided that it was time for us to retire from making these films. We'd made fourteen since Epsom left and I cannot remember how many we had made in all over our five and a half years at the villa. We gave Pancho and the rest six months notice that we would be leaving, much to the dismay of all concerned. The fact is I had seen the writing on the wall for our film making as the returns were getting less and less as time went by. We both now had nearly five million dollars in the bank each, enough for us to live on or buy into another business.

When we had got back from France, I, like Chris, gave away half a million dollars to my brother, so our bank balance was now exactly the same. We talked this over for many nights in bed as we kissed and lay in each other's arms as to what we should do. Chris had been writing to his parents on a fairly regular basis and it was clear from their letters to him that they were disappointed that he hadn't finished college to get the degrees necessary to take over his mother and father's pharmacy when they retired.

It was this that decided us to make overtures to the college for us to return and finish our schooling with this as our ultimate goal. With our degrees, we could then buy out Chris's parents so that they could retire early and enjoy the rest of their lives together without being tied to the drug store. The store itself had accommodation above where we could live there while his parents could retire to their own home without us being underfoot.

When we made this announcement at dinner one night, it stunned the rest to utter silence. Debbie broke it.

'If they leave, I leave!' she stated. It took the whole of the meal to talk her out of it. She would be needed to train whoever Pancho got in to replace us I told her. I think six months was long enough for him to get some other good looking hunks who wanted to show off the size of their tackle on film, getting to fuck chicks to his heart's content. Though the men folk, or the women come to that, were not happy with our decision, but had to accept it and so Pancho had time to get our replacements.

It was three months before one turned up. Dwight was his name and he was a good looking kid, not as good looking as Chris nor as well endowed, but good enough. He also had no problems about having sex in front of the camera having worked for a rival firm as it were for the past two years. The second man turned up a month later. He was Italian by birth and went by the name of Enrico. Both Chris and I got to fuck him before we left and found that he was a very likeable guy. The girls too liked his swarthy looks and soon all had had him as well as Dwight.

Our films over that last six months weren't up to much except our last one. Richard had been wanting to make this for years and had to bring in two other girls to make up the number. It was an adaptation from The School. (Ed. note. Another from adult reading.es, book (10). It was of a school of sexual awareness where each man gets to have each girl and also man to man as well. The gym was cleared to be like a classroom with just futons on the floor for us to have sex on and it also doubled up as the dormitory. We had the bar and dining room already so that wasn't a problem.

We had great fun in making it as we were all naked ninety nine percent of the time and had to have an erection for well over half. You name the position and it was seen on the screen whether it was mixed sex or of the same gender, you got to see the lot. This was our swan song and felt sad that we were leaving so many friends that we had made love to or loved while we had stayed there. We had been accepted back into college and that was our next destination after we had our farewell party. Pancho also had news for us in the form of a letter from France. Epsom was now working in the legitimate film industry there and had just made her first film, not the lead, but a substantial one and went on to give us her thanks for the making of Poetic Justice which helped her achieve this.

Before we had our last dinner, we did the rounds over the week by spending one night with each of the girls to say our own goodbyes in bed.

We managed to get Trevor to go into town and find us the biggest basket of flowers, no expense spared, that he could find for us to present to Maria. Her from the kitchen and always in the background, burst into tears when we made her come out to receive it in thanks for all the wonderful meals she had prepared for us.

After a riotous dinner, Chris and I did one last performance in that famous bedroom for the others to watch on the big screen as we both sucked and fucked each other for their enjoyment and our pleasure.

Next day, similar to the one for Epsom, there were tears as we kissed each and everyone goodbye and had Trevor take us up the track to the highway to catch the bus. Two days later we were back at our old college. Not the same room, but, what the hell, one bedroom is like another one. Only this time it was much different. Gone was the shyness that we had both experienced when we first had roomed together. Chris, undressed as usual with his back towards me, but this time I went across the room and bent down and kissed those cheeks of his arse to his surprised delight. We then embraced as we would liked to have done those six years previously, and then went to bed together to play with each other before making love.

We played hard, studied hard and made love when we could for the next three years. I say when we could because the studying came first and we really knuckled down and worked hard for those three years and finally achieved straight passes and obtained our degrees which would allow us to go into the pharmacy business.

We left our love pit which had really been our pit of despair as we had spent more time studying than love making, and boarded a bus to go to the town where Chris had been born. I had voiced my worry that it would soon become known in his town that we would be living alone together above the store, and you know how people love to talk. He was a real brick by saying that he didn't care one iota what people might think, he was with his lover and that was all he wanted. I kissed him for that.

Mother and father had closed the store to be at the bus station to greet us and took us back to their home. I was somewhat dismayed to see how much his father had aged since I had last seen him and I think we had come at the right time judging by the look of his health. Though I found out it wasn't all down to his health but more to his state of mind. This came out over dinner and I felt really uncomfortable about it, but Chris, the darling, rose above it.

Stephen and Helen, they insisted that I use their names instead or sir or ma-am every time I addressed them, were fairly quiet during the meal and it was Chris who eventually broke the ice. The meal had been finished and we sat amidst the debris with our coffee and a very good brandy when he brought everything out into the open. He was sitting between them and opposite me and he laid first one hand on that of his mother and then the other on that of his father.

'You two people have been the best parents a child could wish for.' His stutter had gone and I'm not sure if it was because he wasn't with strangers or was it that he had now come to terms with himself and therefore was able to come out with complete sentences without a stammer.

'You know that Tom and I met in college and then opted out to make some money in the film industry. Well we made this money and then went back to finish what you wanted me to do. I don't want to insult your intelligence for I am sure that you have guessed that Tom and I are more than just good friends.' I couldn't look them in the eye as he spoke and just kept them down at the table.

'I might have disappointed you in that department but hope that you are pleased that I have since received my diploma. But I beg you to remember that I have to live with myself for the way I have developed and that I am in love with another man.' I saw them slightly stiffen at it being spoken out loud and my heart went out to him as he carried on.

'I love Tom and he is my choice of partner and I beg you to accept that fact. We want to buy the store for you to retire to enjoy your life together and I want you to let me enjoy mine.' There was silence for a long time at the table and Chris gave me a brave smile across the table before Helen broke it with a somewhat shaky voice.

'Welcome to the family Tom,' she said softly and her other hand came up and covered mine. I had tears in my eyes and I then saw that she had some in hers. 'I had hoped for a grandson one day, but I suppose another son is much the same,' as she gave my hand a squeeze. I looked up again at Chris and saw silent tears running down his face. Stephen cleared his throat.

'Welcome to the family Tom,' he echoed, and cleared his throat again. 'I'm sure you both know what you are doing, you are both what, twenty eight years old?'

'Yes sir,' I said.

'Also, well, I don't quite know what to say apart from the fact that I'm amazed that you could earn ten million dollars between you in just six years. But, I, we, think that two million for the store is far above what it's worth, including the stock.'

'Sir. Chris and I agreed that even if you had said one million, we would have paid four. It's not what the value of the stock or store that's at issue sir. It's what Chris and I think of you two that counts. I lost my father at an early age. He was a doctor seeing to the needs of people who had been hurt and maimed by war and died for them. My mother, because she lost the one she loved, soon followed him. Not from injury though her heart was broken, but because she had lost the reason for living.

I think I fell in love with you as a family because of your love for Chris and that made me fall in love with him. It's not in human nature to really fall in love with another man, but it has happened and I beg you both to forgive me for having this failing to fall in love with Chris.' Christ, I was almost in tears myself after I'd finished speaking and Stephen had tears in his eyes as he gave me his hand to shake which I did.

There wasn't much to say after that and so that awkward dinner finished and I helped Helen do the dishes while Chris spoke with his father. We'd just put the last dish away when Helen took hold of my hands and looked me straight in the eye.

'Look after my son,' she said, tears in her voice as well as in her eyes that made mine begin to water.

'I swear with my life that I will,' and went into her arms for her to hug me and give me a kiss on the cheek.

It was accepted that Chris and I would sleep together in his room and there, that night in bed, we cried together as we kissed and held each other tight at the acceptance of his parents to our union.

Next morning after breakfast, we all went to the store where Stephen explained about all that was there and promised that he would be on hand if ever we ran into difficulties. We then signed over the money for the deeds and then went off to the solicitors to have it made official.

Mother and father went on home and we returned to the store and went up to what would be our living quarters and made our decisions as to what new furniture we wanted to make it into a palace fit for a king and his queen. We would open the store in the morning but for the night, we would make do with what was there.

We had a shower and got into bed and made love that had more feeling than we'd ever experienced before. I let him have me first and then I was behind my Chris, looking at that sight that would forever arouse me. His cheeks glowing in the dim light that hid the treasure that I most desired and was forever eager to plunder, dive in and probe the very depths of him. To give him pleasure as well as taking it myself from having his body surrounding my hard flesh that he craved. I fucked him as hard as I could to hear his cries of delight at being loved in this way and I having the joy of coming inside the man I loved.

'Do you know,' I asked of him as we lay together after that tumultuous coming together, 'we can now actually see that uncle and nephew you sired grow up?'

'I had thought of that, but there's no way I can lay claim to them. Besides, it wouldn't be fair on you or their mothers.'

'No, you're right, but we can still look out for them.'

'Yes, but it wasn't of them that I was thinking. It was what my mother said. She has settled to have another son but would rather have had a grandson.'

'Are you saying what I think you are saying,' I asked as I stroked his face, seeing the love flow out from his eyes as I did so.

'Yes,' he breathed. 'Let's keep trying to give her one,' as he rolled over onto his knees to present me with what I would never

tire of. I got between his legs and forgoing the condom, entered Chris again to fuck him and hope against hope that nature could give us a miracle and make him pregnant.