All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and women. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material.
The Bi-Boy Exchange - Part 1
By Andy Caulden
To: bi-boy++@hotmail.co.uk
From: andy+++++++@yahoo.co.uk
Date: Tuesday, 10 February, 2009, 10:39 PM Subject: Superb story
Hi Bi-Boy,
I had to write and thank you for posting 'White Porcelain' to the Collection - it was so refreshing to read such a well crafted story about interracial sex. I get so hacked off by all those over the top efforts from the Madingo brigade.
I particularly liked the way Simon and Penny were 'encouraged' to do Mr Asher's bidding; it reminded me of the time my wife and I were addicted to black cock in the 1970s. Iain - a charismatic, Svengali-like man in his late fifties - persuaded us to try something a little more exciting than mainstream wife-swapping - Mary and I were in our early twenties at the time.
Iain loved to photograph burly black men fucking slim, white wimps - he would organize weekend get-togethers at his flat in south London for this purpose. These all-day, and night, sex-romps would see Mary and me stripping off in front of four fully clothed men: Arnim, Leo, Lloyd and Iain. The three black men - all West Indians from the Windward Islands - would 'encourage' us to humiliate ourselves in all kinds of different ways before being allowed to suck on their coal-black cocks.
Iain was an eminent psychosurgeon, with access to a good supply of mind-blowing drugs. He dished these treats out for services rendered, and one of these services was linked to his passion for holes. He would examine Mary and me with all kinds of surgical probes - we would lie face up, or face down, on the twin beds in his spare bedroom and suffer in silence.
Iain turned me into a voyeur of the first water. He would order me and Colin, another young cock-sucker, to stand behind the camera and watch our wives being serviced by Arnim & Co. I also got to see Colin and Karen being examined and gang-banged on lots of different occasions.
The man really took advantage of our submissive natures. I remember coming home from work one evening and finding him sitting on the sofa with Mary stretched out across his lap, face down - he was fully clothed, she was stark naked.
A Club Doma tape was running on the video player and Mary's arse-cheeks were bright red. Of course, it wasn't long before I was ordered into the bathroom to strip off and get ready for an evening of humiliation and abuse.
Ah! Those were the days.
Regards,
Andy
To: andy+++++++@yahoo.co.uk
From: bi-boy++@hotmail.co.uk
Date: Wednesday, 11 February, 2009, 11:01 PM Subject: Re: Superb story
Hello Andy,
Thank you for your message. Always nice to know that my stories are appreciated. Not great works of literature, but hopefully do their job of turning the reader on.
Mostly fiction and fantasy, but White Porcelain was based on reality. It was one of my very first efforts, and was typed on a portable typewriter back in the 70's. Lost, and then re-written from memory in the late 80's. Penny and I did have an arrangement with our landlord and his friends in the late 60's. Mr Asher (not his real name) pimped us out on a regular basis once he had us hooked.
I bet your relationship with Iain would make a great story. Have you considered writing it up and posting it to the Collection?
All the best,
Simon
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From: andy+++++++@yahoo.co.uk
Date: Thursday, 12 February, 2009, 07:34 PM
Subject: Re: Superb story Attachment(s): Karen_Look-alike.jpg; Mary_Look-alike.jpg
Hi Simon,
Many thanks for getting back to me so quickly. In my haste to press the send button I forgot to attach two look-alike pix to my previous e-mail. I also forgot to ask if you could use my relationship with Iain as a basis for one of your bisexual stories - I'm really crap at writing erotica; I can write reports and such like, but I haven't your gift for bringing characters and events alive.
By the way, did Mr Asher ever film you and Penny being fucked by Fabian at those parties in Surrey? I would really like to see a few pix of you and Penny licking some black cock into shape :)
Regards,
Andy
To: andy+++++++@yahoo.co.uk
From: bi-boy++@hotmail.co.uk
Date: Thursday, 12 February, 2009, 11:44 PM Subject: Re: Superb story
Hello Andy,
Thanks for the pics, very nice. Sorry, but no cameras were ever allowed at the parties: bank managers and stockbrokers don't like to be seen watching white couples bending over for black dick.
Yes, your liaison with Iain and the West Indians would make a great story for the Collection. Just write it down in report form, with as much detail as you can.
I'll give it the once over when it arrives, to see if I can turn it into a story.
All the best,
Simon
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From: andy+++++++@yahoo.co.uk
Date: Sunday, 15 February, 2009, 08:14 PM
Subject: Re: Superb story Attachment(s): Christine_Keeler.jpg; Medical_Kit.zip
Hi Simon,
It was a friend of Mary's that first suggested we try wife- swapping - Jenny showed Mary some photographs of her and her husband having sex with another couple at a party. I really fancied Jenny, so I pressed my wife for more details when she mentioned the wife-swapping conversation during one of our 'let's talk dirty' sessions, which we usually had before sex.
I was sold on the idea the moment I saw the photographs of Jenny in the nude. Mary said she really liked the idea of having a threesome with Jenny's husband, Kevin. She also liked the idea of watching me being sucked off by Jenny. I had no idea at the time that Jenny and Mary were runners in the Bored Housewife Stakes - the two fillies often spent an afternoon in bed together during the week.
I also didn't know that Kevin, on a day off from work, had joined in the fun and ridden both fillies. This sex-romp had prompted Mary to get me involved, which she figured would allow her to have Kevin's cock on a regular basis without feeling guilty about it.
Jenny and Mary devised a plan that took care of my needs on a Saturday afternoon and kept Kevin satisfied during the evening. The two girls would spend the afternoon at the flat with me, then travel to Jenny's house by minicab to have sex with Andy and Kevin - now this is where things get a little complicated: because Kevin and I didn't know each other, Alan the minicab driver, who was Jenny's bit on the side, pretended to be me during the evening's sex-romp. So, let's recap: I had sex with the two girls in the afternoon; Mary had sex with Kevin in the evening; Jenny had sex with Alan, a.k.a. Andy, in the evening.
Kevin thought Jenny and Mary were shopping in town when they were sucking on my cock in the afternoon. He also thought that Jenny and Mary sharing a bed together was a good way of keeping any wolf away from his wife's door, and an ideal way for him to share in the fun from time to time. Unfortunately, the poor sod didn't realize that Alan was also sharing the bed with the two girls while he and I were at work.
Alan made no pretence to be Kevin when he and Jenny turned up at the flat for an evening of passion. He openly stated that he was Jenny's lover as he pressed a video tape into my hand and told me to play it.
'It's home-made porn, Andy,' he said, smiling. 'So we get to see lots of girls like Jenny and Mary being fucked by men like you and me.'
The tape was indeed a home-made compilation of three or four sex parties, and Alan and his hard-standing cock appeared in several scenes.
'You can keep the tape if you get down on your knees and suck my cock,' he said, straight-faced. 'You've had enough booze to sweep away all those silly inhibitions, and Jenny and Mary want to see you do it.'
'Fuck off, Alan,' I snapped. 'I'm no pansy.'
'Nor am I,' he said. 'But I still want you and the girls to suck on my cock tonight. Look, that guy's about to suck on the cock that's just fucked his wife.'
I sat and watched in disbelief as an ordinary-looking guy appeared on the television screen and did the deed in front of everyone at the party. And not content with just sucking cock, he stopped for a few seconds to tell the cameraman to zoom in for a close-up.
'He's fucking drunk,' I said.
'Of course he is,' Alan said, laughing. 'It's his favourite party trick. He does it every time Roy fucks his wife.'
We all laughed as the girls stood up and headed for the bathroom to get ready for the sex-romp.
An hour or so later, and with lots of encouragement from Jenny and Mary, I opened my mouth and sucked in Alan's hard-standing cock. The bedroom was in total darkness, so I didn't feel so ill at ease - I don't think I would have had the nerve if the bedside lights were still on.
I was drunk, but more on sex than booze. And Jenny made it sound so sexy and exciting to pleasure a man's stem and seed sac with my tongue.
'That's it, Andy,' she said. 'Keep it nice and stiff for Mary. And don't go touching your own cock. I'll be wanting it inside me later.'
With Kevin away on business, which allowed Jenny to stay overnight, I found myself sucking on Alan's cock the next day as well. The man and his two assistants kept me naked and on a sexual high for hours and hours. I played their kinky games and became Alan's doormat - he knew he could bully me into doing his bidding: I was a natural born submissive; he was a dominant alpha male.
Iain was the first to greet Mary and me when we arrived at his flat for the party. I was expecting to see a room full of married couples, waiting for the off. However, only Alan and Jenny were sitting on the settee when we entered the living room.
'I'm glad you two could make it,' Alan said, as he stood up to take our coats. 'The rest of the gang will be here in an hour or two. I thought it best that you meet Iain first.'
'Would you like a drink?' asked Iain. 'I can offer you a good selection of alcoholic beverages.'
'Keep going,' said Alan, as he took our coats and made it quite clear that he wanted us to hand over the rest of our clothes. 'Iain's a doctor, so he's seen it all before.'
'There's whisky, brandy, beer,' Iain continued.
The situation we found ourselves in was truly bizarre. There was Iain playing the perfect host whilst Alan was demanded that we strip naked in front of him.
'I'll have a vodka and orange, if you have it,' said Mary, as she unbuttoned her top and slipped it off.'
'She's got lovely little tits, Alan,' said Iain. 'I really like schoolgirl tits on a blonde.'
'I'll have a beer,' I said, trying to come to terms with the surreal situation I was in.
'Can you do the honours, Jen,' said Iain. 'I want to see what these two youngsters have on offer.'
The man stood and watched in silence as Mary and I stripped off completely.
'No earrings, rings or watches to be worn,' said Alan. 'So hand them over as well.'
Mary and I fucked like rabbits for a month on the strength of that first meeting with Iain. We both got a real buzz out of undressing in front of three fully clothed people in a stranger's flat. We also got a buzz out of being the only naked couple in the room when the other guests arrived.
Because we are both fair skinned, our cheeks burnt bright red throughout the evening. Everyone thought it was real cute that we felt so awkward and embarrassed.
Mary and I really liked Iain: he made us feel special and wanted. We saw him as an old man that probably couldn't get it up any more, hence his desire to see youngsters like us perform for his voyeuristic pleasure. We also liked him because he fed our addiction for home-made porn - Mary and I loved to watch real amateurs having sex, and Iain's collection of three-hour tapes was vast.
Alan and Jenny were not around when we visited the flat in south London again. Iain insisted that we strip off as before and stand in the centre of the room, while he put our clothes away and fetched some drinks.
'I want you to try this,' he said, handing us two tumblers full of what looked like Coca-Cola. 'It's great for the sex drive and it'll keep you both horny for hours.'
'We're not really into drugs, Iain,' I said.
'Nonsense,' he said. 'Everything it this drink is from the natural world. It's one of nature's herbal aphrodisiacs. So come on, drink up.'
Mary and I were too polite to refuse the man a second time; also, we didn't want to go home empty-handed - Iain had offered to copy and give us four tapes from his collection.
'That's it, drink it all up.'
I really liked Iain's juju juice. It made me feel so warm and comfortable; and sexy; and compliant. I got down on my hands and knees when he told me to; I begged like a dog when he told me to; I sniffed, licked and rimmed Mary's arsehole when he told me to. In fact, I did everything he asked of me in spades.
The bag Mary fetched from the spare bedroom was full of leather straps and ropes, and tiny padlocks. Iain said the tie-up game was going to last for the rest of the day.
Mary and I were tied up in dozens of different positions on the living room floor. I was then tied to a three-rung, aluminium stepladder, whilst Mary was tied to a low-backed wooden chair - in the classic Christine Keeler pose (see attached image) - with her wrist-straps secured to her leather collar. Iain's camera must have recorded more than two hours of home-made footage that day.
The camera was on a tripod in the spare bedroom when Iain recorded the footage of Mary and me being examined. I was lying face down on the bed by the window, Mary was lying face up on the bed by the door. We were tied down securely, so there was no chance of us getting up and wandering off.
Iain had the time of his life probing our holes with his extensive collection of surgical implements (see attached zip file). My arsehole was stretched open by an anal speculum and examined with a variety of ice-cold probes. Mary had her cunt and mouth stretched open by a vaginal speculum and a Whitehead mouth gag. She too felt the ice- cold caress of Iain's stainless steel probes.
And yes, when the call came, Mary and I returned to the south London flat for more of the same.
I'll sign off now and get this first part of my report posted. I do hope you can turn it into a classic Bi-Boy story.
Regards,
Andy
To: andy+++++++@yahoo.co.uk
From: bi-boy++@hotmail.co.uk
Date: Tuesday, 17 February, 2009, 06:31 PM Subject: Re: Superb story
Hello Andy,
Thanks for part one of your report; it got my stroke rate up to nineteen to the dozen. And those zipped pics were really awesome, weird, but awesome.
Apart from a little tweaking here and there, I can't foresee any problems in writing the report up as a story. Is the next part the last, and does it contain the black- on-white sessions?
All the best,
Simon
To: bi-boy++@hotmail.co.uk
From: andy+++++++@yahoo.co.uk
Date: Tuesday, 17 February, 2009, 10:07 PM Subject: Re: Superb story
Hi Simon,
The answer to both questions is yes; and I should have the second part of the report finished by Thursday or Friday.
Regards,
Andy
To: bi-boy++@hotmail.co.uk
From: andy+++++++@yahoo.co.uk
Date: Thursday, 19 February, 2009, 11:14 PM
Subject: Re: Superb story Attachment(s): Colin_Look-alike.zip
Hi Simon,
Mary and I visited Iain's flat three more times before we were introduced to Arnim. He, like his two friends, was a coal-black stud. All three men were in their late twenties, but Arnim was Mary's favourite. He had a Don Juan beard and moustache (Leo and Lloyd were both clean-shaven) and a real cool look about him. He was also more dominant than Leo and Lloyd, which made him my favourite as well.
One of the video tapes in our growing collection featured Arnim in action. He appeared in one scene feeding two cock- sucking blondes, and in another scene shagging a brunette screamer. According to Iain, that particular party included some CP action, but the scene appeared on another tape - a copy of which we hadn't managed to acquire.
Mary and I really liked Iain's juju juice. It allowed us to shed all our inhibitions and get down and dirty. It also allowed Iain to take us to new levels of kinky debauchery, which we so-o-o loved. The shrink knew from the outset that he had a couple of horny submissives on his hands. So he didn't need to pull out too many stops to ensure that we became his creatures of pleasure.
I was standing in the doorway between the dining room and the living room when Iain introduced me to Arnim - Iain had hired a carpenter to remove the two connecting doors and replace the softwood frame with oak. He had also asked the carpenter to install four metal eyes in the frame.
It was these unobtrusive eyes that were keeping me from stepping forward and greeting Arnim properly - Iain had secured my wrist- and ankle-straps to the eyes before his guest had arrived. I was now standing spread-eagled, naked and red-faced in front of a man I didn't know.
'X marks the spot,' said Arnim to Iain. 'The rarse looks so trim in his finery. Is he still a virgin?'
'He's been prodded and probed a few times,' replied Iain. 'But no one's fucked him yet.'
'Sweet,' said Arnim, stepping forward and taking hold of my flaccid cock. 'I like the ball-gag; is it new?'
'Yes. I bought three of them. They're far better than the ones Henry sold me.'
'The rarse is getting a little frisky. He must like having a black man play with his whiteboy dick.'
'Yes. He certainly looks grateful,' said Iain, as he stepped up to tweak my left nipple.
The two men groped my body for a good ten minutes. Arnim used his tongue to lick my cheeks, neck and chest. He also used his teeth to bite my earlobes and nipples. Meanwhile, his powerful hands were pulling my cock in one direction and my ball-sac in another.
Iain, who was concentrating on by arse, keep telling me to enjoy the moment as he squeezed and slapped my arse-cheeks.
'Leo and Lloyd are going to like this rude boy, Iain,' said Arnim, between bites. 'They like fucking trim and tearful bum-boys.'
[sidebar] Dialogue edited and lifted from the video tape featuring that Saturday afternoon session. Arnim used a lot of West Indian patois, which I took out because I had no idea how to spell it. [sidebar]
I bit on my ball-gag as Arnim sucked heavily on my neck - the resulting love bite took almost a week to fade.
A painful punch in the stomach brought things to an abrupt end. My cock was still rock hard, but clearly neither man was going to wank me off.
I was still standing in the doorway some thirty minutes later when Iain, who always remained fully clothed on such occasions, entered the living room with my naked wife and three naked black men.
The gang-bang that followed was played out on the floor in front of me. Mary seemed to be loving all the attention she was receiving, even though it looked quite rough. Her fair skin looked so-o-o white against the three coal-black studs surrounding her. How I wished it was me down there with Arnim, Leo and Lloyd.
Iain's camera continued to whirl away in the background as I watched Mary being humped by her new friends.
'Look and learn, Andy boy,' said Iain, as he stepped behind me and placed the camera on my right shoulder. 'Let's get a shot of how things look from your point of view.'
I stood and sighed in frustration when Iain told me that I would have to wait a few more hours to be fucked, and that it would happen when Colin arrived (see attached zip file of Colin look-alike enjoying himself). He and I would be taken together by Arnim & Co.
Fortified by another glass of juju juice, I was happily led down the hallway and into the spare bedroom by Lloyd, who was pulling on my cock and using it as a leash.
Arnim was lying flat out on the bed by the window when I entered the room, with submissive Colin knelling between his outstretched legs.
'Keep sucking, boy,' he said to Colin, as he winked at me. 'You have to get it nice and stiff for that bum-hole of yours.'
I smiled and sat down on the bed by the door, between Leo and Lloyd. The two men looked really pleased with their new toy, especially when he came complete with a wife that also liked black cock.
Lloyd told me to lie back and turn onto my side. He then took up a sixty-nine position in front of me and offered me his hard-standing cock. As he did so, Leo spread my arse- cheeks apart and pushed a finger, covered in Vaseline, into my rectum. I felt the finger slip inside, but I didn't let the sensation distract me from the task at hand. I eased back my friend's foreskin and ran the tip of my tongue over his large, bulbous knob. The juju juice surging through my bloodstream was making me feel really good. My cock was rock hard and I didn't give a damn about being the 'girl' in this threesome - I needed to have sex and that was that.
Lloyd took hold of my cock and fed it into his mouth. I shuddered with excitement as I opened my mouth and sucked in several inches of coal-black cock. Leo slipped a second finger into my rectum and said something to Arnim in West Indian patois. The Vaseline allowed his fingers to slip in and out with ease - there was no pain involved, just some mild discomfort.
I gagged several times as I tried to emulate my friend's cock-sucking technique. He was a real expert: knowing exactly how to keep a cock teetering on the brink of a climax. I had no such skills, so I had to make do with raw enthusiasm. Leo watched my efforts with interest. He said I was a rude boy with a nice looking cock and an arsehole that needed fucking. It was then that his two fingers were removed and replaced by a hard-standing cock.
Apart from the colour, Leo's cock was very similar to my own: it was some seven inches long, uncut and quite chunky. However, it felt a whole lot bigger than seven inches when it entered my virgin hole. I winced and tried to pull away, but I was firmly sandwiched between the two men. In desperation, I slapped Leo on the thigh as the pain began to overwhelm me. This didn't seem to bother him at all; he just carried on pinching my nipples, biting my neck and fucking my arse.
'Be still, boy!' he ordered between love bites. 'Just relax and go with the flow. A white boy like you should be begging for more black cock, not less.'
The pain did ease off a bit when Leo's length made itself at home. This allowed me to settle down again and start enjoying myself, which in turn prompted the two men to redouble their efforts and bring things to a memorable climax. I was allowed to come first, and boy did I come! My whole body began to convulse as Lloyd devoured every drop of seed I could produce. In fact, he wouldn't let go of my ball-sac until he had it all.
Leo was next to come. He gave out an almighty roar and continued to pump away at my arse until my rectum was awash with sperm. He then grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to open my mouth and release my friend's cock. This allowed Lloyd to take hold of his erection and bring things to a spectacular close - my face was completely covered in sperm by the time he had shed his load.
Leo withdrew his cock, slapped me hard across both arse- cheeks and said he and Lloyd were going to rub some face cream [sperm] into my skin. I just smiled and let them get on with it - the sex had completely drained me, so I was well and truly out of it by the time they had finished cleaning me up.
I was still lying on the bed in the nude when I woke up some two hours later. My arse and head were both competing for the 'Pain of the Year' award, and Arnim was standing over me with a glass of water in one hand and two aspirin in the other. Embarrassment swept over me as I downed the pills and sipped the water.
Arnim sat down on the edge of the bed and said I should lie back and relax. He then took hold of my cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. I couldn't believe my luck; this was just what I wanted him to do.
Some ten minutes later, with Arnim lying flat out on the bed, I took hold of his hard-standing cock and said goodbye to my arse and headache.
Iain, Lloyd and Karen entered the room a few minutes later. I was too engrossed in what I was doing to let Karen's presence faze me in any way; in fact, I kind of liked the idea of her watching me suck cock - it made me feel really wicked.
Lloyd helped Iain set up his photographic equipment as I continued to work on my friend's eight-inch cock.
'He likes pussy, but he loves cock,' said Iain to Karen, laughing. 'So your husband better watch out. He could lose his cock-sucking title to the new boy.'
Karen laughed as she fingered her pussy.
With the camera and lights set up on aluminium tripods, it only took Lloyd a few minutes to get in on the action. He knelt on the bed behind me, put his hand between my legs and took hold of my erection. His vice-like grip was the first indication that he was clearly out to dominate me. He forced my hard-standing cock back, between my thighs, and held it there while he covered my arse-cheeks with painful love bites.
Meanwhile, Arnim grabbed hold of my head and forced it down on his coal-black stem; holding it there until I gagged. The camera captured every moment of my struggle to deal with the cock in my mouth and the assault on my arse.
A few minute later, Iain told me to stop sucking cock and lie face down on the bed, with my legs as far apart as possible. The experience that followed was truly awesome. I grit my teeth and winced as Arnim straddled my lower back and helped Lloyd push a well-oiled dildo into my rectum. My tearful protests prompted the shrink to call me 'a pathetic cry-baby'.
Iain was clearly impressed with what his friends were doing to me in front of the camera. He encouraged them to go in deep and ream me out, which they did on several occasions. However, these slow and painful attempts to expand my inner sanctum with rubber were eventually brought to a halt by Arnim, who decided to remove the dildo and let Lloyd's cock have a go.
The weight of Lloyd's body on top of mine was crushing. 'I'm gonna sweat you, boy,' he whispered in my ear. 'I'm gonna fuck your whiteboy arse and fill it up with spunk. And when I'm done, the man with the eight-inch chopper is gonna ride you some more.'
Encouraged by Iain, Lloyd plunged his hard-standing cock into my hole and fucked me like a man possessed. The camera captured the whole thing on tape, and towards the end, Iain turned to Karen and said, 'Next time, I want to see you take it up the arse.'
Lloyd's climax was a very noisy and drawn-out affair for the both of us; and so was Arnim's: his cock certainly left a lasting impression on my burning hole. I really had to struggle to accommodate his 'eight-inch chopper', which made my eyes water the instant it was pushed into my battered rectum. The two men took great pleasure in making me squirm beneath their hot, virile bodies. I remember lying on the bed with my arms and legs fully outstretched as they took it in turn to hammer my 'whiteboy' rump into the mattress.
I'll sign off now and get this second part of my report posted. I do believe there might be enough in the old memory banks for a third part, so do let me know if you're up for it.
Regards,
Andy
Copyright: Andy Caulden, February 2009
All comments welcome (andycaulden@yahoo.co.uk)