“This story starts where ‘Party Games’ left off and charts the further adventures of four couples - Dave & Holly Sutton, Steve & Sarah, Pete & Rosemary Taylor and Paul (Me) & Diane James.

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“Mr. Taylor?”

Peter dropped the magazine he was reading and looked up. He recognised the attractive, medium height women with honey blonde hair that addressed him, but not the starched white uniform that clad her elegantly slender body.

“Yes?” he replied.

Oddly, despite the circumstances, he felt nervous. He had never had a full body massage before so, even though he had been briefed, he did not know exactly what to expect.

“Good Morning Mr. Taylor, will you follow me, please,” she turned to walk down a dimly lit corridor. He followed her slim form until she reached the end where she opened a door onto a small, cell-like, room and was met with subdued lighting and relaxing music. As soon as they entered, she closed the door and turned to him with a reassuring smile,

“Have you had a massage before?”

“Only once,” he answered truthfully, ” It was some time ago,” and added, “we were abroad on holiday.”

“It’s a full massage, isn’t it Mr. Taylor?”

“Please, strip down to your underclothes and lie, face down, on the table.” Her instructions were given in a matter of fact voice as if all the men she met were expected to strip and lie down, almost naked, for her.

He complied obediently, glad that he had worn his most fashionable underwear for this occasion.

She asked, in a professional way, about his aches and pains and he told her of a shoulder that gave him some discomfort as she began to rub the warm scented oil into his upper body. She began to knead and roll the knotted muscles of his shoulder and upper back in a most enjoyable way and as he lay, looking at the floor through the hole in the bed beneath his face, he began to enjoy the feel of another person’s hands on his body and drifted into a half sleep.

Her hands moved down into the small of his back where she rolled the waist band of his underpants down onto his buttocks revealing his rear cleavage. The thought of being so exposed started to arouse him and, as her expert fingers teased out the tension in his lower back, sweeping in and out of his rear cleavage as they did, they only added to his state of arousal.

When she had completed his upper torso she covered it with a warm towel and began to massage his legs.

The massage of his lower legs and feet was pleasant and stress relieving and allowed him to relax a little, but when her attention switched to his upper thighs it became much more erotic. As her oiled hands slipped deftly from his knee to his groin they un-knotted the tense muscles in his upper thigh, but only served to increase the tension in a singularly sensitive muscle in his groin.

He squirmed uncomfortably on the narrow table as he tried to adjust his position to accommodate a particularly unwelcome erection. Meanwhile her hand glided effortlessly between his legs, sliding inside the leg of his shorts and brushing the sensitive ridge between his scrotum and anus. When she had completed both his legs she asked him to turn over and he complied reluctantly.

At least by lying on his stiff cock he was able to hide it, but now he was to lie on his back with his excitement visible.

She stood holding a towel in front of her as he assumed the new position but his state of sexual arousal was manifestly obvious. However, she ignored it and draped the towel over his midriff and upper body and then began her administrations to the front of his legs and feet. Once again she completed massaging his lower legs before folding the towel back over itself to allow her access to the top of his legs.

Her hand glided slickly up and down the length of his thigh only pausing when she added more scented oil. Each pass grazed the hem of his shorts and, occasionally, but very gently, the tip of his penis as it poked out from the leg of his underwear. She worked purposefully and silently as he lay on his back with his eyes closed and his hands holding onto the edge of the narrow table rather that dangling uncomfortable down.

It was imperceptible at first, but his heightened senses became aware of her white uniform brushing against the back of his right hand on each upward stroke of her hands. As time passed he began to feel the edge of her thigh pressing ever so softly against his fingers whilst her own fingertips continued to tease his scantily clad groin.

Her calm voice broke into the heavy silence.

“You know I can relieve “that” tension for you, Mr. Taylor, if you wish,” and, as he opened his eyes to look at her pretty face, she nodded, smiling towards his erection.

Peter closed his eyes again and replied, “Oh please, be my guest.”

She rolled down his shorts carefully from the top revealing his straining penis inch by thick inch until it was completely exposed whereupon she removed his shorts completely.

“Ummm, very nice,” she said involuntarily and took a tight hold of the straining shaft with her oiled left hand and then cupped his weighty balls with her right hand.

After a few seconds she released her tight grip and started to masturbate him with a half open hand.

However, rather than move the outer skin of his shaft up and down in the conventional way, she crooked her hand and, by barely applying any pressure, allowed it to skim over the surface of his prick. This produced an exquisite sensation, which made Pete groan and writhe with pleasure.

After a few strokes she moved her own position, replacing the thigh that was pressing against his hand with her firm little mound and he started to rub it gently through her coat with his fingers.

For the next few minutes he laid and enjoyed the twin pleasures he was experiencing -the feel of her plump mons in his hand and her talented fingers on his prick. Eventually, he extended his fingers and lifting the hem of her white coat, so that he could slid them between her parted legs and rub her pouting slit. Her skimpy knickers were wet to the touch and, as he slipped a finger inside and plunged it into a deliciously sloppy vagina, she gasped and stayed her hand.

She stood still, her eyes closed as she chewed her lips and then she dropped her head down to his penis, which quickly disappeared, into her mouth. Her soft lips surrounded it and, whilst she was sucking powerfully, he felt an extra thrill as she pressed her tongue against its fleshy underside. Meanwhile her tiny hand continued to hold and pump the wide base of his cock.

Between her legs, his fingers were driving in and out of her pussy and her love honey was running freely onto his hand.

“You feel as though you could do with some of that as well,” he said patting his stomach, “Hop up on here.”

She nodded, opened her white coat and slipped off her panties stepping, first, onto the chair beside him and then onto the table where she straddled his chest with her own slim form to face his feet.

When she bent down to take his penis into her mouth again, her starched white coat rode up her back and her own, swollen damp pussy lips were at the tip of his tongue. Whilst Peter would have said that he prefers his women ‘au naturelle’ her neatly trimmed cunt made his mouth water. He raised his head and pulled that wonderful pink fig towards his waiting tongue and licked its fleshy outer lips from stem to stern. She wriggled and pushed herself down onto his extended tongue and he drove it deep inside her, over and over again.

By now, her surprising large clitoris had emerged expectantly from its hood and he sucked it quickly in and out between his lips and then gnawed gently upon it.

As her own arousal increased, she stopped sucking him and opened her mouth wider so that she could pant more quickly. In so doing she bathed his throbbing length in a stream of her deliciously hot breath.

Her pelvic movements told him she was cumming and she took over the stimulation of her own clitoris against his mouth. She ground her pussy harder and harder against his face until suddenly, her body froze and her vagina spasmed erratically on the end of his tongue. Seconds later she collapsed, like a rag doll, on top of him.

He let her rest a while and then said, with a grin, “I believe you were supposed to be relieving me, young lady”

“Oh, I am “so” sorry, Sir ” she offered apologetically.

Recovering her poise, she repositioned herself astride him and faced him with her wonderfully wet little tunnel poised purposely over his straining penis. She maintained eye contact with him as her hand delved between her legs to grab his stiff shaft and push it upright, so that she could stroke its glistening end along moist vulva lips that waited to be penetrated.

She lowered herself allowing, slowly but surely, his taught length of flesh to slide inside her until he was fully buried and at that point she closed her eyes, tossed back her pretty head and let her long blond hair cascade about her shoulders. He was astounded at how easily his, not insignificant length, had disappeared so quickly and completely into her slight body leaving only their pubic bones to grind together.

Once her tiny wet hole had become accustomed to his girth she began to rotate it slowly around his cock. He thrust upward, her rotation was pleasant, but would not release the tension building up in his balls. She raised her rear quarters almost allowing his penis to slip out of her, but then she impaled him again - exquisitely!

She repeated this movement again and again and again and, as her juices ran freely they began to emit a satisfying slapping and slurping noise. Her white coat now hung open and he reached up and cupped her tiny, but firm, breasts in both hands. He felt the taught little nipples stabbing into his palms. Her excitement built and she began to moan quietly, letting the friction she was generating bring them both towards a climax.

“Faster, please,” he said breathlessly and she responded with vigour. He could feel his own release building at the base of his shaft and his balls tightened for the final push of seminal fluids into this gorgeous creature’s deepest recess.

He held his breath for a second then gasped loudly as his floodgate opened. Her natural reflexes sensed that he was coming and her, already tight, vaginal muscles contracted around his swelling cock. On each upward stroke her sexual siphon milked his pulsing prick as he moved, ever closer, to his ejaculation. Then, with one final thrust, up into her depths, he sent the heated contents of his balls deep inside her womb.

To his surprised, the impact of his hot sticky ejaculate on the inside of her vagina caused her to orgasm again and she gave a silent cry of pleasure.

Exhausted, she slumped forward on top of him where her head lay beside his and he could hear her laboured breathing as it slowly quietened. He put his arms around her and held her until her composure returned.

After a minute she pushed herself up and kissed him on the lips and said, “Well Peter, thank you for fulfilling my fantasy?” before climbing off him to re-arrange her clothing.

********

It had been almost six weeks since the party when our small group had explored an uncharted sea of erotic pleasure. It had all started as a joke - a flirtatious joke, but a joke none-the-less and then developed into a night of consummate sexual pleasure.

When the next dawn broke, none of us had any regrets: in fact the prevailing feeling was to hasten a re-run.

As ‘Organiser’ of the party game I was tasked with coming up with a sequel and the others relied upon me to be original.

I pondered the challenge for a couple of weeks before incubating the germ of an idea. It needed developing so I decided to put it to the rest of the group at another garden party which Diane, my wife, and I arranged.

Some years previously Diane and I had bought a run down rectory, which we had renovated to our taste and in which we felt very happy. We especially enjoyed the garden - a secluded combination of lawn, and orchard that, whilst easy to maintain, afforded us endless outdoor freedom.

As luck would have it, the Saturday I had chosen for our garden party turned out to be a quintessential English summer afternoon with balmy heat, butterflies and the buzz of harmless insects.

Whilst Diane prepared the food, I lit the barbecue, filled a clean plastic dustbin with ice and beer and brought the garden chairs from the garage to arrange in a circle under a large geriatric Bramley apple tree.

I had said three o’clock so, by three thirty, everyone had arrived and were chatting together with their drinks as the cremation smoke from the barbecue drifted away into the branches of the nearby fruit trees.

By four thirty everyone had eaten and had consumed enough units of alcohol to inhibit prudence, especially Holly who, despite her ardent efforts, seemed doomed never to raise her alcohol tolerance threshold.

It was Holly who opened the discussion with a loud question.

“OK, John. What have you come up with?”

I had been reclining in my Great Yarmouth Corporation deckchair, chatting to Pete on my left and his wife Rosemary on my right - a stunning Redhead with shoulder length hair who had selected the most shaded part of the garden to protect her alabaster skin from the sun.

Holly’s outburst caught everyone’s attention and they, unanimously, stopped their own conversations and stared at me in anticipation.

“Well,” I started.

“I have still to sort out some of the details but the basic idea is this….”

I looked from face to face and thought fleetingly what an attractive bunch they were, then I continued,

” I propose that we form a “Fantasy Club..”

“You mean like a key club?” interrupted Sarah, her eyes glinting.

I recovered my ground.

“Oh! I hope we can make it much more interesting than that, but for the idea to work each of you is going to have to trust me.”

“I am old enough now to know that we all harbour a special fantasy or fantasies. Some of us have never even spoken to our partners about it, but I propose each of us will be allowed to fulfil a fantasy. Clearly, I am assuming that no one will get hurt and I believe that we should restrict the ‘cast ‘, as it were, in every fantasy, to this group - if that suits everyone.”

“As I said you are all going to have to trust me as I am going to ask each of you to email me and tell me your fantasy. I will then organise for you to live out your fantasy.”

“What a great idea I would like….”

I cut Steve off short, ” Not here Steve - and anyway, I want your fantasies to be realistic - I am sure your all realise that I will not be able to organise a F16 Fighter and Holly whatshername, will I, Steve?”

Everyone laughed knowing his obsession with the TOP GUN movie and I continued, ” I know I’m not alone with a single recurring fantasy and in due course someone will help me fulfil it. Remember that we all have our limits and I am not sure what they are. I would like to think that I am broad minded and will make sure that no one is asked to step over their own line.”

Holly, disappointed that the new game would not be starting soon, asked,

“So we write our fantasy down and email it to you and then you will arrange for it to be fulfilled?”

“Yes, that’s it - what do you all think?”

“I think that you are going to get a lot of horny emails - that’s what I think,” said Dave with a huge grin on his face, “Can I help you sort them?”

I replied, ” I guess, ideally, we need an independent organiser, but, if you are happy to trust me, I am happy to do it.”

“Sounds fine with me,” said Pete, “will our fantasies stay secret?”

“You have my word,” I answered solemnly then added, “Oh, one more thing. The first fantasies we will do will be the ladies fantasies, if that is OK with everyone?

Everyone agreed.

********

Holly was nervous as she alighted from a smelly cab in a poor part of the town. The directions she had received said to get a cab to the town-end of Nelson Street and walk the twenty yards to the Ace of Clubs pool hall. She was dressed, as instructed, in a short leather skirt, knee length boots and a low-necked red silk top that displayed her feminine credentials to their best advantage. Her heart beat furiously as she approached the dimly lit doorway, but her anticipation drove her up the steps and through the battered door.

The inside was small and dim - the only light coming from the bar and the low slung fitting that illuminated a nearby pool table. Behind the bar a red haired girl was drying glasses in front of two punters who sat draped over their seats with drinks in their hands. A single player potted balls at the table.

Holly’s heart trembled with anxiety, but she straightened up and walked across to the bar where she ordered a Vodka and orange.

“I’ll get that,” said the nearest of the two men at the bar and added, ” and make it a large one.”

Holly did not object, downing half the drink the moment it arrived, replacing her glass on the counter and smiling at its purchaser.

“Thanks, she offered simply.

“You on your own?” he asked, a naughty grin twisting his mouth.

“Thought I’d look for a little fun,” she moved closer until her thigh brushed his knee.

“How about you?”

“Oh, I’m always up for a little fun but I’m with these two guys.”

He cocked his head over his shoulder and then nodded towards the pool table. Each of the other men smiled and nodded.

“Great! We have a four for Bridge… or something?” she quipped.

The ‘or something’ hung in the air for a couple of seconds before Holly held out her hand limply to the stranger, “By the way, I’m Holly. What do they call you?”

He shook her hand and introduced himself,

“Hi! I’m Steve - this is Pete and the pool ace is Paul,” pointing at me.

Holly looked from one to the other and thought, “”Nice lookin’ fellers.” “then spoke to me,” So you’re the pool ace are you, Paul - fancy a game?”

I moved to the front of the table and rested on my cue before replying.

“I only play for money.”

“Well, I only play for love,” challenged Holly, sidling over to my side and staring me straight in the eye.

“Do you mean ‘love’ or do you really mean ’sex’?” I asked.

“Whatever!” shrugged Holly, collecting the balls and setting them up on the table.

When she had finished she took the cue from me saying “Ladies first - I’ll break.”

Holly took her place and bent over the table with her cue. She leaned over very slowly to take her shot and this motion raised her short leather skirt, like a theatre curtain, up the back of her slim legs revealing the merest peak of her white thong as it peeped out from between her parted thighs. Not an eye in the room watched the cue strike the ball.

Holly put up a brave performance and only lost the frame on the black, but I had been handicapped by having “two” long woods to carry throughout the game.

“Double or quits?” asked Holly innocently as the black disappeared into the far right pocket.

“And what precisely does ‘double’ mean?” I queried.

Holly nodded towards the men at the bar.

“All of us?” I questioned, hardly able to conceal my excitement.

“Well, only if I lose - if I win…..”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” I interrupted her then collected the balls and offered the cue to Holly once more, “Mugs away.”

“Your thinking of darts,” said Holly, but took the cue anyway and scattered the balls all over the table. Unfortunately for her, none went into a pocket, so I spent the next ten minutes clearing the table and potting the black with a flourish.

By the time the black had disappeared the others had drifted towards the table eager to be included in any debt repayment.

“Time to collect!” I said with a challenge in my voice, folding my arms and leaning back against the green baize cushion with a huge smirk on my face and a giant bulge in my jeans.

Holly noticed and smiled, “Beaten fair and square. I hope you boys are going to be gentle with me.”

“Is that how you like it, Holly - gentle?”

“Well, lets start gentle anyway, shall we?” she replied rubbing her hand up and down the denim covered bulge in my jeans. She kissed me on the lips in a long wet embrace as her fingers started to unbuckled my belt and push my zipper down to release a painfully straining penis.

I, like the others, had been watching intently as Holly stretched and strained over her shots on the table. Her scant little skirt had risen and fallen on a scene of round pink flesh and glistening valleys and I was in no mood for foreplay. I held her shoulders and turned her back to the table and then pushed her, gently, but forcefully back against the centre pocket. Her body, restrained at the hip, folded and fell slowly backwards onto the green baize top. As she fell, her arms flung outward and were caught by Steve and Pete as they stepped out of the shadows on the far side of the table.

I stepped forward between her thighs, pushing them apart as I did so that her tiny skirt was transformed into a wide belt high on her hips. Thrusting my hand down between her legs, I cupped her scantily covered mound and drew a long finger along her sopping slit. Her body arched towards me in a carnal greeting but was held firmly by the other two men.

She was wet - wet, warm and waiting and I took hold of my throbbing length and stroked it’s glowing head up and down between her slippery lips until she was matching my movements stroke for stroke. The lace edging on her thong rubbed painfully against the head of my cock so I tore it off her and threw it on the floor leaving me full, unfettered access to her slick cavern.

I held her gaze and limp legs high and wide apart to give me full access. Then I grinned and withdrew my cock, leaving only the very tip kissing her waiting pussy before I slammed deeply into her liquid depths.

Holly groaned and continue to groan and moan and sigh as I pumped in and out, in and out - slap, slap, slap - not caring if she were enjoying it, but I knowing that she was.

Finally I felt a torrent of sperm rise and race from my loins and along my throbbing, pulsing stake to spurt, uncontrolled, deep inside her vagina. Only when the last throb had died away did I slow my pistoning and let my semi-limp prick slip unceremoniously out of her enflamed cunt.

Both Steve and Pete had taken advantage of the prostrate women and slid their unused hands beneath her low-cut top to squeeze and fondle her firm little breasts while I drilled deeply between her legs. When I stopped and began struggling to pull up my jeans Steve, who had being holding Holly’s left arm, slid into position between Holly’s gaping legs. His prick was out and bobbing expectantly as it quickly found the open moist cavern, which he entered with a loud slurp.

Holly gasped again and thrust her midriff hard against him and he quickly fell into the hard fucking routine that I had established. He was like a piston engine with a full head of steam, racing for some unspecified speed record as he slammed time and time again into the glowing pussy before him.

When the focus in the room had shifted to the pool table, the red head had slipped from behind the bar, locked the outside door and switched off the bar lights. This meant that the only illumination remaining in the room was the powerful light above the pool table and this bathed the unfolding scene in a dramatic spot light.

Steve was determined to last and the strain lined his face. Droplets of sweat formed on his brow and glistened in the light from the lamp before running down his face. His taught buttocks clenched and unclenched as he pummelled Holly’s pussy until his finish came, with several long deep thrusting drives that left Holly oozing a sticky liquid concoction which ran into her rear crack and on to Steve’s balls.

Pete was quick to take Steve’s place when he was finished, but despite the welcoming view of Holly’s open drenched pussy as he stood between her thighs, he decided to flip her onto her stomach so that she presented him with her two glorious pink cheeks.

He took these firmly in his hands and kneaded them for a couple of minutes before sliding his circumcised prick between her scarlet pussy lips, penetrating her deeply.

Holly grunted as she felt him enter and, as the veined underside of his organ roughly stroked her clitoris, she raised her rear to enhance the stimulation, at the same time she pushed her head up from the table.

Her long dark hair was dishevelled and her eyes were shut. Her pretty mouth hung limply open and I, not wanting to miss an opportunity, presented my glistening semi-flaccid cock to her lips which she took willingly into her wet mouth and sucked. I responded to the exquisite sensation by taking a deep intake of breath and she was rewarded with an expanding organ snaking into every corner of her mouth.

Oh! how she loved the power her talented mouth gave her!

Unlike Steve and I, Pete fucked her in long languid strokes making each deep thrust feel like that very first entry stroke and its affect on her was sensational, bringing her time and again to body wracking orgasms. She thought to herself in one of her few lucid moments, “” God! these men are sensational tonight!”"

The build up to her orgasms seemed quicker with every one until they merged together like one big orgasm. The room was filled with panting and groaning and the sound made by the repetitive slapping of Pete’s groin as it beat out a steady rhythm on Holly’s pussy. On each thrust he drove his throbbing cock deeply inside her, holding her permanently on the edge of a orgasmic precipice. She tried to scream her contented appreciation, but her cries were muffled by my newly elongated penis in her mouth.

Eventually Pete stiffened and grunted to announce that he was cumming and made one final ” take that” thrust that lifted Holly bodily off the table. Her little bottom, suspended only by Pete’s ‘meat hook’, jogged up and down as his prick throbbed to discharge its slimy packaged.

Sated, Pete backed away and let her fall back onto her knees to continue pleasuring me. I was getting close and asked, “I’m cumming. Where do you want it, Holly?”

She let my cock slip from her mouth and replied wantonly, “In my pussy.”

“Help yourself,” I said, stepping back and collapsing onto a nearby chair with my raging erection waving menacingly from my lap.

Dazed, Holly slid off the pool table and crossed the floor to where I was sitting. There she draped herself across my thighs and impaled herself completely onto my cock, coating my groin with the oozing contents of her vagina.

Her senses were blurred but she knew pleasure when she felt it and the pleasure of the repeated penetration she had felt between her legs was pleasure indeed.

She had thought that she had felt all the pleasure that there was to feel but, in fact, as she raised and lowered her body on my vertical staff, the pleasure between her legs became even more intense.

She also found that she could control the sensations by writhing on my rigid prick and bringing herself to another orgasm.

It must have been the … she had no idea how many - but, by the time I emptied another white load into her she felt well and truly fucked - a gang bang fantasy cum true!

********

Since ‘”that night’ “all Rosemary’s waking thoughts were filled with Dave’s huge thick penis. She found herself undertaking mundane domestic tasks with one hand while gently rubbing her swollen labia with the other.

She masturbated quietly in bed after Pete had gone to sleep thinking how full she had felt with Dave’s ‘dagger’ deep inside her, so when the invitation to submit a fantasy arose, Rosemary had only one from which to chose.

*******

The doorbell rang and reverberated through the house. Rosemary dropped the dish she was washing back into the bowl of water and began wiping her hands on a cloth as she went down the hall to answer it. It rang again impatiently, just as she arrived at the door and she threw the dishcloth onto a nearby table before opening it.

In front of her stood a tall man, quite slim, in fact almost lanky, but a man who held himself proudly upright, feeling no need to stoop to disguise his height.

He held out a hand, “Rosemary Taylor?” he enquired.

“Yes?” she replied, more as a question than a response.

“My name is David Sutton and I am here to demonstrate our new product range. If I can just take a few minutes of your time?”

“What sort of products Mr. Sutton?” Rosemary asked showing more interest in the salesman than his wares.

“We sell perfumes, formulated and manufactured in a number of eastern countries -special fragrances - dare I say - wild and erotic fragrances ..”

She smiled, replying simply, “Come in.”

He stepped passed her into the hall and she closed the door behind him.

“The second door on the right,” she offered before he could ask.

She followed him into the spacious lounge and directed him to sit on the large sofa immediately in front of the fireplace. She took the easy chair opposite him.

Before speaking, David took a moment to survey this titian-haired lady. His first impression was that she was class - from her beautifully coiffured hair to the tiny chamois slippers that clad each small foot. Her pale, slim legs finished a disappointing two inches above her elegant knees to let a pure white silk robe, which she pulled tightly about her, obliterate what seemed like a temple of feminine beauty.

He leaned forward and placed his case on the polished wooded table in front of him and opened it. As he leaned forward, he caught that, ‘recently-bathed’ scent as it wafted into his nostrils and something ‘down there’ stirred.

He took out six small, stylish bottles and lined them up on the table. Then he closed his case and put it on the floor beside him.

“Before I let you smell any of these I have to issue a warning,” he said, half jokingly.

She looked intrigued and leaned forward letting her robe fall slightly open at the top - just enough for David to catch a glimpse of a flimsy bra and the pale tops of their contents. His lower stirrings intensified.

“These perfumes,” he continued, “have been formulated so that they re-enforce a women’s natural ability to emit subtle pheromones, vague substances that she uses when she wants to send chemical messages to men.”

“What sought of messages?” asked Rosemary, but believing she already knew the answer.

David smiled, “Well, as I am sure that you have already guessed, they are mating messages. Whilst human beings are sophisticated creatures in our behaviour much of what we do, as I’m sure you know, is governed by our more basic instincts. These messages tell all suitable males that the female is available and ready to mate.

However, the natural world is not so simple. As with many creatures, females whether they realise it or not, subconsciously, only want to attract males of the right species and, as you know, the human race is made up of a wide range of species. Also, the formulation has to differ to be suitable for the many different ’species’ of women as well.”

Rosemary gave one of those ‘I’m impressed’ looks and David continued,

“As you can imagine that would mean that a thousand perfumes would be needed to cover the many combinations, but I have brought only six. Why? Because I believe that I already know, approximately, what ’species’ you hail from and so it is only a question of what type of mate you wish to attract.”

“Sounds simple enough, but indulged me. What species do I hail from, David?”

“Well, from your red hair, pale complexion and delicate frame, I would guess your ancestors were Celts,” then, staring into her jade green eyes he added, “A wild, passionate race who know what they want and take it.”

She held his gaze for a full half minute, trying to read his mind before saying, “Which one do you recommend I try first.”

He continued looking into her eyes and placed his finger on the first bottle. “We believe that this one attracts Mediterranean types, you know Greeks, Italians etc. This one,” he moved his finger along the row and slowed his speech, ” attracts Scandinavians, and this one….,” his finger moved again only to be stopped as she placed her hand on his.

“Which one are you? - I need to know if it will work and I don’t think we have any Greeks or Vikings here today.”

He took the fourth bottle in the line,” I believe that this is the one you want.” He handed her the small container and she removed the top and sniffed.

“Very nice. Where do I put it for best effect?” she stood and the belt of her silk gown

untied itself allowing the garment to fall apart and partially reveal her smooth alabaster body, partly covered in lacy undergarments.

“You will probably need to try it on several places before you find where it works best.”

She upended the bottle on her finger tip and slowly stroked the valley between her breasts leaving the scent hanging on the air.

“Is that having an effect?” she smiled.

“I can’t say that it is,” he lied and she deposited a second helping of perfume on her finger, which she then slipped down the front of her panties causing them to pull and form around the contours of her excited pussy.

“Nope,” lied Dave again, rubbing his growing bulged to emphasise the lie.

Another finger-full was rubbed up the inside of her thighs, which she had parted slightly and Dave lied again.

“Maybe you’re not Celtic after all,” he suggested.

“And maybe you’re nasal passages are blocked - here, come closer,” and with that she step forward so that she stood directly in front of him with her midriff only inches from his face. Dave looked up as Rosemary looked down. She closed her hands about his head and pulled it up and into her cleavage where he nuzzled deeply between her breasts.

“Nope! Still not working.” His muffed voice was barely audible.

She pushed his head down until it was level with her pussy and pulled his face into her crotch.

“Oh yes,” he finally admitted and gnawed at her pubic bone through the fancy cotton panties. “It seems to be working now.”

Rosemary responded by parting her legs and thrusting her groin hard against his face. His mouth opened and covered the whole of her pussy that was wet with anticipation.

He placed his large hands on the taught skin that covered the back of her thighs and stroked them gently - moving them further and further towards her tight little rump with each stroke. When his fingers reached the edge of her high-cut panties, they slipped deftly underneath and cupped the flesh of her firm rear globes. He pulled her groin even harder onto his face and continued to probe her cotton-covered tunnel entrance with his tongue.

After minutes of this teasing, Rosemary could take no more - she needed him to delve deeper inside her, so she slipped the scant garment quickly down her legs to the floor and stepped out of it. As she did, she also took the opportunity to place one of her feet on top of the polished table to give Dave easier access to her sparsely covered Celtic crevice.

His long, powerful tongue lapped eloquently up and down the inside of her fleshy lips that he help apart with his thumbs as he feasted on her freely flowing, love-honey. He avoided her clitoris, despite the fact that it jutted out insistently, until her movements against his tongue started to become ragged, whereupon he sucked it into his mouth and over the edge of his teeth several times in quick succession.

The effect of this stunned Rosemary. She cried out and bucked forcefully into his face as a tsunami of pleasure washed over her - pulsing in her loins and igniting explosives in her head. Dave hung on to her with his tongue deeply embedded in her vagina until her gyrating and thrusting subsided. When, at last, the post orgasmic calm overcame her, he lifted her onto the soft settee and held her close until she became coherent again.

He knew she had recovered when he felt her small hand stroke his hardness through the material of his trousers. He left her to play and she fumbled, first with his belt, and then with his zip fastener until she had exposed his tented undergarment. A large bluish red bulb peeped over his waistband and Rosemary smiled to herself as it reminded her of the wartime Kilroy character and also imagined, “What, no pussy?” being written beneath it.

She pulled down the front of his shorts and held his giant penis in her doll-like hand.

However, this penis was no joke - it was seriously long and seriously thick and the sight of it caused that urgent throb to return between her legs. Slowly, she started to rub it, passing her thumb over its end on each upward stroke of her hand to smear a little more pre-cum around its summit.

She wondered what it would taste like and bent her head down to try it, licking the few inches that protruded from her little fist. “”Not, bad,” “she thought to herself and engulfed that big ball of soft flesh in her tiny mouth, stretching her lips uncomfortably wide in order to do so.

Dave’s reaction was to groan and thrust up between her lips, but he realised, as the tip of his penis pressed against the back of her mouth, that it was too small to take any more of him. However, he knew her pussy was - he had been in there before, so he gently raised her head and then scooped her petite body up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, kicking off his trousers as he went.

No sooner were they in the room than they were both naked. Rosemary slipped onto the silk covers and watched as Dave removed his last sock, but it was not his foot she was ogling. The sheer weight of Dave’s cock held it a right angles to his body, unlike Pete’s which, being smaller, always stood upright against his lower tummy.

She patted the space next to her and he climbed onto the bed.

“No, not on your back - on your hands and knees. I want to see it hanging down.” She brought her hand to her mouth and giggled. Dave smiled and obliged knowing that it would soon be her turn on her hands and knees.

“You really are a stallion, Dave,” said Rosemary as she turned onto her side and began to stroke his pendulous penis with her free hand before leaning forward and ducking underneath him to continue licking and sucking it. Dave began to groan

Unable to take anymore fondling, he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him where she sat astride his stomach. She wriggled until she felt his thick phallus lying along the wet valley made by her pouting pussy lips and slowly slid forward and backward to coat him with her glorious lubrication.

As she moved, her arousal increased until her need to be filled with his hot, throbbing piece of male flesh took over and she lifted herself up so that she could reach back and place his bulbous tip within the moist foyer of her sopping vagina.

Dave helped, holding the base of his prick whilst she lowered her eager rump, inch by tight inch, down his long shaft.

Watching his cock disappear between her two plump red lips, that seemed to swell even more as they sucked him in, almost brought Dave to an early climax. However, by closing his eyes and thinking of more mundane things, he brought himself back from the edge of the precipice.

Rosemary’s eyes glazed over and her mouth hung limply open as she consumed the last of his huge cock, like a python devouring its prey whole.

At last she felt her trimmed red bush rub up against Dave’s crinkly thatch and she gasped and slumped forward, knowing that she had the whole of his impressive length inside her.

They both lay still and waited, Dave revelling in the feel of her vaginal muscles rippling along him and she, the frequent twitching from his greatly extended penis.

When the ‘accommodating’ period was over she moved to let several of his thick inches escape and then rammed herself back down to slap her wet lips against his groin.

He clenched his buttocks and thrust up against her, feeling the luxury of oiled silk as it slipped along his cock. Juices ran from her in abundance, coating his entire groin area in a slick film.

By lifting her bottom up and down, Rosemary could rub her clitoris along the knobbly upper surface of Dave’s dick and before long was experiencing another tumultuous climax which she announced with a loud cry and then slumped forward onto his chest.

Dave waited a few moments, but, before her orgasm had subsided, he whispered in her ear, “OK pretty lady, now I want you doggy style,” and before she realised it, he had lifted her light body and placed her in the required position. Kneeling behind her, he pointed his huge tool at the gaping wet slit between her legs and then drove forward, impaling her to the hilt.

She grunted as the air was knocked out of her, but managed to push back against him.

No gentle easy lovemaking this time, Dave drove home his rigid ramrod time and time again. Rosemary responded with a constant flow of lubricant that oozed and slurped out of her as the fleshy piston thrust in and out of her tight little hole.

“Ohhh! God!” she yelled as the tip of his giant shaft rammed against her cervix.

She felt unbelievably full. Her little cunt strained and twitched on every thrust as each of the nine thousand nerves that ended in her vagina sent messages to her heated brain.

One orgasm after another built and clashed about her - like waves on a beach until she just felt limp - a rag doll servicing this huge penis. She could not remember being fucked so hard for so long.

Finally, Dave could feel his sap rising as could Rosemary, whose still sensitive cunt felt Dave’s, already thick cock, expand even more inside her before it spit its liquid spoil deep into her womb.

Rosemary’s pussy felt each delivery throb of Dave’s dick as it emptied his, in this case wasted, contribution to the next generation, deep inside Rosemary igniting for one last time the fuse that would trigger off another powerful orgasm.

When Dave’s penis finally shrank and slipped noisily from between Rosemary’s red and throbbing lips she slumped forward onto the bed numb drained and very well satisfied.

********

I read the emailed fantasy from my wife, Diane and wondered if, I really knew the woman I had married so many years ago. Surely it had been written by someone else?

It began….

“”It feels really weird writing these words down knowing that my husband will read it and probably be shocked that I have entertained such thoughts…”"

It went on to detail the product of a very fertile imagination and by the time I reached its end, I had a powerful erection and had begun to view my wife in an entirely different light.

I emailed back, “Are you sure?” and received a positive response.

********

She had not realised how late it was until she stepped outside the library and into the darkness. The familiar building, where she had worked for thirteen years, taking over as its manager about a year ago, seemed to loom over her as she closed the main door and locked it.

She juggled the bunch of keys in the safety light above the door until she found her car key and then turned and descended the stone steps to the street level. The night air was warm: it had been a week of warm, dark nights and tonight seemed darker and warmer than the rest as she walked along the path to her parked car.

About ten feet away from her car she pressed the button on her key fob and heard the familiar click of the central locking, but, before she reached the driver’s door, a dark figure stepped out of the shadows and stood before her. She stopped - her heart racing and asked, “Who are you?”

The dark stranger replied,” I am your pleasure master. Get in the car.”

She opened the driver’s door and entered. The dark stranger slid into the passenger seat beside her and said, “Drive, I’ll direct you.”

She followed his directions for about ten minutes until she was told to stop. They were outside an ‘adult shop’ recognisable by its typically ‘toned down’ exterior. In fact she was not sure that it was actually open until a pale, scruffy creature in a nylon anorak crept out of the door and scurried away.

Her companion announced, “After you,” indicating the door.

They left the car simultaneously. She locked it whilst he was walking around from his side and then he took a firm hold of her arm and guided her towards the entrance. She was trembling as she approached the entrance, never having been inside such a place before, but she was excited and her excitement was evident by the tingling and moistness between her legs.

When inside, her companion nodded to the spotty youth behind the counter. He was obviously expecting them and returned the nod by way of his consent. They walked purposefully to the back of the store passing shelves of videos, CDs and an assortment of sex toys before entering a dark corridor.

At its end, they stopped before a door that opened onto a six-foot square, dimly lit room into which she felt herself being purposefully guided. As soon as she was inside, the door behind her closed and she found herself in something resembling a sound proof booth.

There were four padded walls and at one end there was a sort of bench seat, padded like the rest but sticking out from the wall by about twelve inches at sitting height.

As Diane surveyed the scene, soft erotic music began to play and she knew that she had seen it all before - in her minds’ eye - in almost perfect detail. She sat on the bench and waited. As she sat, she became aware a void beneath her, covered with a thin cloth.

She sat and waited for something to happen and then the cloth beneath her parted and hidden fingers began to stroke her through her short skirt. At first she was taken by surprise, but, sensing pleasure in the offering, wriggled to position herself to take best advantage of the fingers as they continued to stroke her bottom.

The fingers were patience, but, as she became aroused, she took hold of the hem of her skirt and wriggled so that it slid up her thighs, leaving only the thin fabric of her cotton panties between the insistent fingers and her most intimate body parts.

The fingers traced a path up and down her moist crevice and she parted her legs so they could delve deeper. They slipped effortlessly under the edge of her lace panties and ploughed a deep furrow between her wet lips.

At last they stopped moving along her crease and pushed deep inside her. She gyrated on their extended length and then felt her body shiver as a finger and thumb played with her excited clitoris.

Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the probing she was experiencing. Her pleasure increased steadily until she was overcome with a pleasant but not cataclysmic orgasm. The moment passed and she opened her eyes to find three erect penises projecting through apertures on each of the other walls of the booth - each one framed by a silken curtain.

The one opposite was the biggest. It was also thick and oozed just a little precum that made the end glisten in the subdued light. The one on her right was handsome - of modest size, but beautifully curved and blessed with a soft reddish bulb, whilst the one on her left was clearly an uncircumcised wayward cock - a veritable gypsy amongst cocks - accustomed to having its own way. It stood hard, tall and proud and needed to be taught a lesson.

Diane slipped off the seat and knelt before the gypsy cock and examined it. The cock, complete with its set of matching testicles were being pressed, enthusiastically, against a glory hole some six inches in diameter so that Diane was easily able to see its root and surrounding forest of dark curly hair.

She extended a manicured finger and traced her sharpened nail along its length. The cock jumped and she did it again.

After the second time she stuck out her pointed tongue and did the same with that - in fact she spent several minutes laving the throbbing flesh with her tongue.

Finally, when the cock’s owner was convinced his proud member was about to be engulfed in a wet mouth, Diane stripped off her silk top and lacy bra and engulfed the torrid cock in two warm mounds of flesh, which she then pressed around its girth.

Holding the pulsing length tightly between her breasts, she slowly tit-fucked him, licking his knob end on each of her downward strokes. She pushed her nipples against the hot flesh causing them to erect and jut out. Eventually the cock swelled and started to throb and then spat its first load of white semen onto Diane’s forehead. Subsequent ejaculations landed on her neck and shoulders before the force in the stream was spent and the last few droplets dribbled weakly down the shaft and onto her inflated breasts. When emptied the penis began to shrink until, finally, it hung shrivelled and limp before her.

She smiled secretly to herself, feeling like a bomb disposal officer who had just de-fused a particularly difficult weapon. She then turned to the cock behind her.

It, like the one she had just rendered harmless, stood full square to the mast. A circumcised head, glowed like a flower in the booth’s half light and sported a bead of clear nectar at its eye. The blue veins in its gnarled shaft pulsed in time with its owner’s heartbeat and the two large testicles hung heavily in their wrinkled slings.

She grasped its root firmly in her little hand and squeezed, hearing a faint moan from behind the wall. The red bulb on the end of his cock turned a blue purple colour and the veins bulged with the increased pressure. She lowered her head and held the shaft against her cheek, feeling its heat and smelling its readiness before rubbing it all around her face and neck in a ritual of adoration.

I knew Diane loved cocks and she had always been tremendously eager to please me but, whilst I may have thought her keen attention was solely for my benefit, she also derived enormous pleasure from handling, sucking and licking my penis.

As she worshipped this beautiful, wall mounted penis she felt her already hard nipples tingle and renewed wetness form between her legs. In minutes her skin was shining with the clear syrup that she had wiped onto her face from its oozing slit, but she needed to taste it - to feel the rough - yet soft, flesh of its helmet against her tongue.

She pulled the shaft down to the horizontal and engulfed the stiff organ with her hot wet mouth. Another moan escaped from behind the wall as she began to suck vigorously on several inches of the hard cock.

More and more of its thick length sank into her busy mouth, the soft head slipping easily down into her throat, passing her well practice epiglottis without any sign of a gag reflex until the trimmed bristles of his pubic hair scratched her face. She pulled on his taught scrotum with one hand and bobbed her pretty head up and down on the throbbing shaft until she felt it flex with the tell-tale signs of its imminent release.

Wanting to savour his outpourings, she withdrew most of the shaft in one smooth motion from her throat leaving only the cock tip between her lips. She then grabbed its wet base tightly in her hand and took only a few milking strokes and several powerful sucks to bring him off. He must have been storing semen for ages because the rich cream squirted and pumped into her mouth until it overflowed and dribbled down her chin in white pearls.

The loud groaning from behind the screen and the urgent thrusting leading up to his ejaculation, told her that her efforts were being thoroughly appreciated and, as on previous, similar, occasions, it wasn’t as if she derived no pleasure herself from this act. Her panties dripped with excited and at that moment, she only needed to be touched to cum herself.

As the second cock wilted the third enormous organ invited her to play. She discarded what she still wore of her dishevelled clothes and crossed the short distance to where the glorious monster protruded from the wall. There, she turned around and, opening her legs, sat on the long shaft, holding it firmly between her soaking thighs with its blue, straining head sticking out from her shaven slit like it belonged to her. It did now!

She was balancing on her toes and rocking to and fro along the thick pole, slurping her moisture soaked vulva along its upper surface when she was taken completely by surprise. Two arms enveloped her that had obviously, being thrust through two more curtain clad holes in the wall and two large hands grasped her breasts.

They covered each firm breast completely and fondled them lovingly for some minutes before their owner began to roll and squeeze her jutting stiff nipples between his finger and thumb. Diane groaned and leaned forward onto the hands and, at the same time, squeezed her thighs tighter together around the hard, mammoth tube that held them apart.

The fingers of one invading hand then slid down her body and over her flat abdomen to trawl along her shaven front slit and across her enflamed clitoris, pressing it against the fleshy anvil beneath.

Diane purred and tried to move forward so that the cock could penetrate her, but she was held firmly by the strong hands. At last, their owner decided the time was right whereupon he grabbed hold of her waist, pushed her forward and literally impaled her on his shaft in one deliberate action.

Despite being more than ready to accept the invasion of such a large object into her body, Diane was driven towards a tremendous orgasm that vibrated through her whole being. She quivered and grew weak - almost blacking out and would have fallen to the floor of the little booth had it not been for the support of those two large hands, which held her in a slumped forward position and the unconventional ‘coat hangar’ driven deep into her womb.

Eventually she recovered but still felt that nerve jangling sensation of being overfilled. Her inner thighs were awash with her slippery secretions and her lower lips were larger and more sensitive that she could ever remember.

Her invader sensed her recovery and began to move with short smooth jerks that stroked her G spot. Diane responded, extracting every last microvolt of nervous sensation from their relative movement. Her bent-forward pose left her breasts hanging loosely below her and they began to sway and joggle as she fucked the hot pole buried deep inside her melting cauldron.

Another orgasm quickly followed the first although it was less intense. Her crotch and upper thighs were awash with her love honey and her stud passed his hand down the front of her thighs and coated his fingers with it. Then he transferred the lubricant down between her sweat-covered buttocks to her puckered rear entrance, teasing it with a single finger before inserting it to the second knuckle.

Diane groaned. She and I had had anal sex but, until I read her fantasy, never imagined how much she had enjoyed it.

The first finger, now burrowed deep inside her colon, was soon joined by a second thick digit. She pondered for a split second the hypothesis about men with short fat fingers have short fat cocks - in the same way that women with wide generous mouths and thick lips have cunts to match. The thought disappeared as quickly as it had come and her concentration was held as the cock in her vagina slipped out and was pressed against her, now opened, brown anal ring. She wriggled back onto it and it entered her willing body. Then it delved deeper, helped by the strong arms that pulled her back against the wall of the booth.

If she had felt filled when this human anaconda plundered her vagina she now felt doubly filled as it drove relentlessly forward into her bowel. The splitting, stinging pain that she always experienced when being anally fucked passed quickly after the organ’s thickest part slipped through her tight ring of muscle. Finally the tickle of male pubic hair against her rear globes told her that his cock was fully inside her - it was tickling her tummy - from the inside!

Her impaler had stopped moving - letting her distended anal muscles adjust to the girth of the shaft that filled her, but she soon indicated what she wanted by thrusting back against him. He responded by driving in and out of her tiny hole with his boring tool and whilst doing so, rubbed the long fingers of his right hand down her bald front slit, moistening them in her leaking vagina and then playing with her stubby little clitoris.

His other hand held her shoulder and steadied her as she thrust to and fro violently on his reddening rod. Her breasts dance a jig on her chest and long groaning sounds came from her open mouth.

She was being transported to a higher plane, every nerve end in her nipples, her vagina, her clitoris and her arse were jangling and sending intense pleasure messages to her tortured brain until her vision blurred, her legs went limp and she collapsed.

Hands quickly grabbed her and held her from falling and the large cock in her arse stopped her sliding down the wall as it still pounded her stretched rear hole creeping closer and closer to its own release. Diane was too week to help and allowed the strong hands to push and pull at her hips, using her body like a blow-up doll until he erupted deep inside her.

A gasp from behind her and a blast of hot semen coating her passage told her he was finished and then the penis in her began to deflate. He pushed her away and his partly flaccid cock popped out of her, still enlarged anus.

She staggered across to the little bench seat and sat, head back against the padded wall and closed her eyes whilst she regained her strength.

When she opened them, the cocks were gone and small curtains covered the glory holes, closed. She heard again the soft music coming from somewhere above her and started to collect her clothes.

She remembered little of getting dressed and being chauffeured home, but did remember a wonderfully satisfied feeling as she lay in the warm, sweet smelling bath that greeted her on her arrival at home.

********

It was five weeks to the day since the fantasy club had met in our garden and they were all assembled there again. It was clear that even the close friendship that the group had started out with had turned into some more intimate - not that there was any sexual overtness - more, a candidness and total dearth of inhibitions. This was hardly surprising considering their recent antics.

Nonetheless, as far as I know, no one had spoken of his or her fantasies and discretion was the rule.

When the party had reached an appropriate point, I opened the discussion, “Well, we have completed part one - the ladies fantasies. Any comments?”

“Same again!” came a chorus of loud voices.

I smiled, happy to have been of service, “OK , ladies, brace yourselves for part two!”