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Part Three.
It was on the bus home, that after settling herself in her seat that she opened the envelope. Five crisp twenty pound notes were inside with a small pressed flower. I'm in the wrong job, she thought, and then mentally spent the money on the way home.
With excuses to her other Wednesday client, she made arrangements to change that cleaning job round to Tuesday's and then turned up the following Wednesday at Peter and Carol's flat and did her usual chores. Working round Carol at her drawing board till she said that she had finished. Carol dropped her pencil and pushed herself away from the board.
`I've done enough for the day as well and Peter will be home soon with last week's video. Would you like a glass of wine, because I certainly feel like a drink?' Carol asked. Angela pushed back a damp lock of hair from her forehead.
`I would love it, thank you,' she replied. She followed Carol into the kitchen, where two glasses were produced, and then filled with some red wine.
I feel like something with body in it today,' she said sitting down and gesturing for Angela to sit also. She took a deep drink from her glass. I've been on tenterhooks all day waiting for you to come. Then watching you bustle round doing what I just can't seem to get myself round to doing. All the time waiting for you to finish and for Peter to come home with the film. I'm all excited,` and she gave out a little shiver of her body.
Look!' she proffered her arm across the table. I've come all out in goose pimples. Feel.' Angela stroked her arm with a gentle downward sweep of her hand.
Oooh,' said Carol, giving another shiver. Look at your arm. You've got them too.' She then stroked Angela's arm. `You feel very hot.' She reached out and pushed the damp strand of hair back off Angela's face.
`Why don't you have a shower while we're waiting. It'll be another hour yet before he comes home.'
`But I've just cleaned the shower,' Angela protested.
Pish,' retorted Carol, that's what it's there for. To be used when you are feeling hot. Come on. Into the bedroom with you.' Carol refilled the glasses, and picking hers up, said, `Well, come on then and bring your wine with you.' Angela picked up her glass and followed Carol through the lounge and into the bedroom, knowing damn well what this was leading up to, but played the innocent. Carol had gathered up two large bath towels from the airing cupboard on the way, and now laid them on the bed. She went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, coming back into the bedroom saying that it was ready for her.
Angela slowly started to undress herself. Blouse and skirt off, but seemed to have difficulty with unhooking her bra.
Damn thing,' said Angela, her hand fumbling up behind her back, new one's are always the same.'
`Let me help,' said Carol, only too eager, and as Angela expected. She dropped her hands so that Carol could undo the hooks at the back and push the straps off her shoulders. She put her hands round to ease Angela's tits out of the cups. Her hands sliding up under the swell of the breasts, and gently rubbed them as the bra fell free.
Angela leaned her head back as Carol moved up close behind her, still caressing the ample breasts, raising the nipples to a rock hardness. They both stood stock still, the only movement being Carol's hands and their heaving chests as they breathed. The only sounds being Carol's heavy breathing, the ragged intake of Angela's breathing and the running water in the shower. The last slowly permeating Carol's senses so that she reluctantly let go of Angela.
`Go and have that shower,' she said with a husky voice, as she quickly pulled down Angela's panties, giving the pert arse in front of her a quick kiss as she pushed her towards the bathroom.
Angela entered the shower and started slowly to soap herself. The hot water having the strange effect of cooling her. She sensed that Carol was behind her and was not surprised for the soap to be taken from her hand and used on her back. She stood under the steady stream, luxuriating in the warmth of both the water and the touch of Carol as she was being soaped down between her legs. The intimate parts being stroked and caressed, bringing her to the point of orgasm.
She stopped the questing hand by turning round and embracing Carol, holding her head and kissing her deeply. Their breasts crushing against each other as they strained into each other, grinding their hips and pubic bones together. Oblivious to the cascading shower, they performed a sensuous dance without foot movement. But their bodies moved, slowly twisting and turning, touching and rubbing. Their hands everywhere, caressing, feeling and searching. They broke apart, panting heavily.
`Come,' said Carol, her voice all throaty, and taking Angela's hand, led her into the bedroom, leaving pools of water around their wet footprints and the shower still running.
They fell onto the bed and slithered around. First one on top, then the other. Carol took control and pushing open Angela's legs, buried her face into the open thighs. She parted the lips and teased the swollen bud with her tongue and lips. Her tongue then poking itself into the entrance to the vagina, pushing and twisting and tasting the juices that flowed out. Angela bucked her hips into Carol's face as she climaxed, the sweet juice lathering the chin and cheeks of Carol as she tried to suck in as much as possible.
As Angela's groans subsided, Carol kissed her way up till she lay completely on top, letting Angela lick off the remains of her own coming that was still on Carol's cheeks. They kissed deep. French kissing, as it used to be called. The deep probing of the tongue as far as possible into your partner's mouth. Perspiration between their crushed breasts made them slip easily across each other as Carol twisted to bring Angela on top. Taking this as her cue, Angela kissed her way down past the pert breasts, pausing to nibble on each hard nipple. Down she slid to finish in the reverse position as before. She did exactly as what was done to her, the licking, sucking, biting and tonguing, till she brought Carol to her orgasm, and having her face and mouth coated with the nectar from her honey pot.
They lay, kissing and caressing each other till Carol whispered that it was time to stop. Peter would be home soon with the video. So off the bed and into the shower they both went. It was almost as sexless as the first one wasn't. They washed their bodies with just the odd lingering touch at a breast, or a long sweep down a thigh. Soon, they were rubbing each other down with the fresh thick white towels, rubbing so that their bodies glowed a bright pink.
They were dressed and sitting down at the kitchen table drinking some wine, when Peter arrived home. He burst in, flinging his coat in the direction of the coat rack, and charged on into the kitchen.
`A triumph! A blockbuster! A masterpiece!' he cried, throwing the video cassette on the table and grabbing the wine bottle and pouring out a full glass, which he promptly drained before pouring out another.
I salute the cameramen. Excuse me,' he bowed to Carol, the camera people, myself being one. I doubly salute the cast. The scintillating, the titillating, the sheer eroticism of the cast of three. The poetry of love, the...'
Shut up Peter,' Carol interrupted, and drink your wine.' She paused, `I gather that you like the video we made?'
`Like it? Like it?...I love it! It's the best that we've ever done. Come on, come.' He enthused, starting to leave the kitchen.
Hold your bloody horses man! We've been sitting here for the past two hours waiting for you,' Carol expostulated. Open a fresh bottle of wine first, and we will, with some decorum, adjourn to the lounge with you. There, to watch the first viewing of what you have undoubtedly already called your best `fuck film' of the century.' He opened a fresh bottle of wine while Carol was leading forth.
So let's go see it,' she said rising from the chair, come Angela and see what you said you would like to see. Yourself, making love on film.' She picked up her glass and the half empty bottle of wine, juggling them about with the video cassette as well as she led the way into the lounge, with Angela and Peter following.
Carol inserted the cassette into the video machine and turned it on as well as the television. Angela sat down on the settee and Peter settled himself next to her and refilled the glasses. Carol had sat down on the other side of Peter and operated what they called the "doufler". The battery operated handset for the changing of channels or stations. She set the video to play and sat back with her glass of wine.
Angela sat mesmerised as she watched herself undressing and posing and was amazed of what a perfect body she had. She was proud of that fact, and pleased that what she was doing on the screen, to her mind, was with so much poise and nonchalance as to make her believe that she really was an actress. Don't be silly, she said to herself. You're a tart, but still a good looking one at that.
As the film went on, she laughed at the genuine surprised expression on Peter's face as she came out of the bathroom naked, with him spilling the wine down his front at the sight of her. She glanced across at Carol and saw that she was stroking the bulge in Peter's trousers as the film went on.
With half an eye on the television screen, she watched Carol, who was also watching the screen and not at what she was doing as she unzipped Peter's fly and pulled out his erection. As the excitement on the film increased, so did Carol's hand start to work harder on Peter's erection, jerking him off. It was funny to see Carol go down on Peter's prick and still try to watch the action that was taking place on the screen as his hips started to buck.
Carol then concentrated on what was in her mouth, and worked her head up and down on his cock until he started to shudder. Angela could imagine the come shooting into Carol's mouth and throat, the salty sperm coating her tongue and mouth, and licked her own lips in a reflex action.
Carol slowed her mouthing and lifted up her head off his red bobbing cock, giving it a quick flick with her tongue as she did so. Then she lay back to watch the film, lifting up her skirt and putting her hand down inside her panties and began to start fingering herself.
Angela was wet herself and could feel it oozing out and running down the inside of her thigh. She licked her lips again as she saw herself on the screen take Peter's erection into her mouth. Her hand went out involuntary and took hold of Peter's limp dick that lay out exposed next to her, and massaged it as well as his balls. She watched the sperm pass from his cock to her mouth in the spurting ejaculations that Carol had caught perfectly on the film.
It turned her on so much that she turned and bent down and took Peter's limp dick into her mouth. Being limp, she was able to take it all in so that her nose and lips were deep into his pubic hairs. Her mouth and tongue worked on that turgid piece of flesh so that it started to respond and grow ever larger and slowly force her head back as it grew in size and filled her mouth. But before it grew to its full size, she pulled the foreskin back, so that the head, starved of blood, began to throb and pulsate. She drew her head back off of it and let the air get at the now bloated cock head, throbbing with the trapped blood, purple in colour, the eye winking with every pulse beat of his heart. It glistened with her saliva and she went back down on it and sucked as she worked her hand up and down on the shaft. She could feel him start to tremble in his thighs as the pressure built up, and then he was coming into her mouth. She swallowed every time the spurts hit her throat, and kept sucking on him till he stopped jerking, running her tongue round the head of his cock still in her mouth till it was clean before she released him.
Then with her tongue moving round in her mouth still tasting him, leaned back on the settee to watch the rest of the film. Peter, on the screen, was now in his garter belt and stockings and being assaulted by Angela and Carol.
`Angela, can I?' Peter asked in her ear, his hand already going into her panties, his fingers questing their way upwards to her crevice. He could feel her wetness as she dumbly nodded for him to carry on. So he slipped off the settee and positioned himself between her legs, pulling her down a little so that she was almost slumped on the settee. He didn't even try to pull down her panties, but ripped them apart to reveal her wide open sex. His head went down and fastened his mouth on her now dripping wet inside. He sucked and chewed on her and brought her to a quick orgasm which he greedily drank as she gave out a small scream as she bucked through it. He lifted his head, his mouth and chin dripping as he peered up at her grinning.
Don't stop now Peter,' she pleaded, slipping to the floor, opening her legs wide. Fuck me please! Fuck me now,' she implored. She frantically pulled him down on top of her, fumbling between them till she grabbed his cock, finding it hard again.
`Come on Peter, put it in. Pleeese!'
He shifted himself and slipped himself into her, his full weight coming to bear on her as he buried himself deep inside. She bucked her hips as they pushed hard against each other.
Come on Peter,' she whispered in his ear as they moved on the floor, it's the last time, so fuck me. Fuck me good. Oooh,' she moaned as she writhed underneath him, making him move in unison. He then raised his upper body and with his arms straight down holding him, he thrust forward as hard as he could. Driving his cock in as deep as he could, his balls hampered by his trousers didn't stop him from pounding and pumping away, until what sperm he had left, came shooting up into her vagina.
The fabric of his trousers was rubbing her raw as he kept pushing himself into her, but she didn't mind. She gave another scream as she orgasmed again and fell limp beneath him. Thank fuck for that, he thought as he collapsed on top of her. I don't think I could have lasted much longer myself.
Carol had to help Peter up off of Angela, so spent was he. She helped him to the settee and folded his prick away and zipped him up. She then helped Angela up from the floor and sat her down too. Angela noticed that the screen was blank, so the video must have finished.
Well. That was some session,' she pointedly remarked with a somewhat petulant expression on her face. I'm in the movie. You two are in the movie, but you get to do the encore.'
Aaah shut up Carol,' Peter said, you get to do the reprise when Angela's gone. Then the reprise of the reprise. Then the encore of the reprise as well as the sequel to the reprise ad infinitum. So don't be so shitty.'
Well! You don't have to talk to me like that, you turd. Come Angela,' she said, pulling Angela up from the settee, Let's go into the kitchen and talk women's talk and let Casanova there stew awhile.'
Angela was a bit on the wobbly side, but she managed to make a graceful exit from the lounge. She didn't really understand the need for that last verbal exchange between them, but then it wasn't her problem so she didn't really care. Before she sat down, Angela pulled down the remnants of her panties and put them in the bin, and accepting the glass of wine from Carol, then sat down.
Crass bastard,' Carol said as she sat down at the table, thinks he's God's gift to women. Well let me tell you,' Carol broke off to hiccup and drink some more wine, `excuse me. I could tell you stories you wouldn't believe.' Carol slurred with the last sentence.
I thought he was pretty good, and I haven't thanked you for letting me take part in the film and getting to see myself making love,' said Angela. It was a lovely experience.'
Don't mention it. It was nice having you,' Carol said, waving her glass and spilling some of the contents over the table and starting to laugh, and you having me, and us having him.' She broke off almost choking with her laughter. She wiped the tears from her eyes and leaned across the table and put her hand out and covered Angela's, who had also laughed with her.
`Sorry about that. But seriously, it was wonderful making that film with you. You were fantastic Angela. Do you want a copy of it? Er...second thoughts. Do you want a part copy? I think that Peter would edit the last piece out. You know, the part where he gets dressed up. I don't think he would let that part of the film get out, if you know what I mean.'
No, no. I don't want a copy for similar reasons. I don't think my boyfriend would approve. Not that he wouldn't, or doesn't watch porno films. It's just a man thing that he wouldn't like to see me making it with another man,' said Angela, or,' she giggled, `seeing us two kiss with another man's prick between our lips shooting out his come all over us. That would really blow his mind.'
They both laughed at the remembrance of that scene.
Tell you what,' said Carol, we'll keep the tape in with the others, and mark it "Angels". Then you can watch it when you come over. What do you think?'
`Yes. That sounds good, though I don't think that I'll have much time to sit and watch with the cleaning to be done,' Angela replied.
Pish,' said Carol, if you want to watch it again, you'll make the time,' she grinned as she squeezed Angela's hand. Did you enjoy making the video? I hope you did, because I certainly did,' giving Angela's hand another squeeze. In fact, I wouldn't say no to making another one with you. It was such a wonderful experience. How was it with you?'
Well it was good and I enjoyed every minute of making it, and watching it. But another one? Not just yet. I...I don't think I could handle it for a while,' Angela replied, but that's not saying that I'm not averse to another go at a later date,' she grinned, and so, with promises of making it again sometime in the future, Angela left, with another cool one hundred pounds in her pocket. A "tip" gratefully accepted.
That was some months ago. She still looked to see if they had made anymore, but up to date, they hadn't.
Her regular Wednesday morning clean was at the flat of Mark Turner. Philippa had signed him up nearly a year before and she had done the cleaning there originally, but with the expansion of the business, had passed it on to Angela.
She straight away understood why Pippa, that was what she called her, using the shortened version of her name because she knew that it annoyed her to have it shortened like that. She had kept this client to herself, because the fifteen pounds was left out regularly for the three hour clean of an already spotlessly clean flat. It was hard to justify an hour's work, let alone three.
It was a strange flat. It could almost be taken for a suite in an hotel, except that it didn't have a Gideon's Bible in the bedside cabinet drawer.
It was devoid of personality. Not a picture frame to be dusted, no memento's to be moved (to show that a cleaner had been in at all). No photo album, magazines or papers. A couple of reference books and a dictionary were the only items of reading material to be found on the small bookcase. This was always free of dust, as was nearly every flat surface. Shirts in the dresser were packed in the cellophane wrappers of a local laundry. Suits, well tailored, hung in the wardrobe, and no suitcases were to be found. The kitchen held but the barest of essentials. Two of everything from cups through pans to the cutlery. The only sign of occupancy was the damp towel, wet soap and a sprinkling of talcum powder on the bathroom carpet.
The only major find, was when out of sheer desperation for something to do, she decided to change the sheets on the made up bed. The bottom sheet, she found, was liberally spotted with semen stains. She put fresh sheets on the bed and remade it, putting the soiled ones into the laundry basket, giving it no more thought until the day she went in much earlier than normal.
She had wanted to get Mark's place out of the way early so that she could get to Carol and Peter's place on that day.
Letting herself in, she hung up her coat and went straight through the living room towards the bedroom. The door was half open and she went in, and came to a full stop just inside. She hadn't made any noise whatsoever, and by suddenly standing still, was not noticed by the two figures on the bed.
The top sheet and blanket were on the floor and the two naked bodies lay across the bed's width, performing oral sex on each other. The two men lay in juxtaposition, each holding the other's erect penis in their mouth and moving their heads up and down in unison.
Angela held her breath as she watched the big penis almost disappear into the throat of the man nearest the door. His head came clear, letting her see the thick, red, pulsing cock head that the man then ran his tongue round the hard knob before taking it back deep into his mouth and bob his head again.
She was fascinated, never having seen two men perform fellatio together. To see how a man sucks on a hard cock, trying to compare how she did it. The way the hard piece of flesh was worked round inside the cheek. The nibbling down the shaft and the way the balls were being fondled and manipulated.
The movement of the two on the bed increased in tempo, and the one whose head was the furthest away, released the rampant prick and lay back, letting the other man move up and over him. His hand was moving up and down on the shaft in time to his head movements. The legs below him started to move and the hips began to lift up as he obviously started to come. The man on top was then holding the shaft in both of his hands as he held the head in his mouth as the man below came. She could see the upper man's throat muscles moving as he swallowed what was erupting into his mouth.
The body on the bed stopped moving as the fiery head of his cock was released and a tongue gently wiped the top. She still hadn't been able to see the faces of either man.
Angela pulled back into the shadow of the door as the two men separated themselves and one of them got off the bed and went into the bathroom. She saw the legs of the man who had just been sucked dry, roll over on the bed onto his stomach. She heard the soft footfalls of the other man return from the bathroom and the sigh of the bed as he got back on it. She peeked round the door again to see his erection was covered with a condom and was putting some gel on the end of it. The other man had risen up onto his knees and his arse was up in the
air, just getting some of the gel smeared between the proffered cheeks of his bum.
The tube of gel was dropped onto the floor as the man then, with one hand holding his cock, guided it to the smeared rear of the other and watched in fascination as she saw that hard covered cock slide into the rear of the other man. Watching it disappear till his balls were tight up against the white cheeks. Then with both hands holding the white bony hips, he slowly began to fuck him. His balls making small smacking sounds with every thrust. As he moved in and out, his head came back, the cords of his neck standing out as he kept ramming himself in and out. The recipient was giving out groans with every penetration and twisted his head round as he did so. Angela gave a little gasp as she saw that it was Mark who was being fucked there on the bed. The man who was fucking him gave out a cry as he held Mark's bum up tight to himself as he came inside the obvious tight arse. His thighs quivering as he pumped his last shots out and then fell forward onto Mark's back, who in turn, fell onto the bed with the man still inside him.
Angela withdrew from the doorway, but turning into the hall, her hip caught a small table, causing it to rock. Her heart leapt into her throat as she saw the small figurine on it fall over to the floor. It didn't break and the noise that it made wasn't loud, but she heard a muffled exclamation come from the bedroom. She quickly stood the figurine up and fled to the kitchen.
She stood trembling at the sink as she ran some water into the kettle, just enough to make a couple of cups. It quickly boiled and she made a strong cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table. She had calmed her nerves down with half of the cup before Mark came in. He was barefoot and wore a crimson dressing gown.
`Ah, coffee,' he said, not looking at Angela.
I'll get it,' said Angela, jumping up, you sit down.' She bustled about and soon put a mug of coffee down in front of him and sat down again with hers. She pushed the sugar bowl towards him, and he slowly spooned some into his mug and stirred it. Angela sipped her coffee and waited in silence. She knew he would say something eventually. He kept stirring his coffee, the silence stretching out and filling the kitchen.
He finally broke and said very softly, `You saw, didn't you?' He looked at her now for the first time. She nodded. It was her turn now to drop her eyes down.
`I'm sorry that you had to see that,' he said.
No, no. It was my fault,' protested Angela, I should have made a noise or something. I didn't know you were in the house.'
No,' Mark said. It was my fault. I forgot that it was your day for cleaning. He...he...he doesn't normally stay overnight during the week. It's usually the weekend. They were sitting late last night, so he decided to come here instead of going home.'
Angela heard a soft movement out in the hall beyond the kitchen door. She saw Mark glance towards it, but Angela gave no sign that she had heard anything. They both heard the front door close quietly and Mark seemed to relax and he turned his head back to her.
`Did you recognise him?' Mark asked quietly. Angela nodded, even though she hadn't.
Oh dear oh dear,' Mark murmured. He reached across the table and took Angela's hand gently. You won't say anything, will you?' he implored, `it would ruin him.'
Of course not Mark,' she replied indignantly. We girl's see a lot, but we never tell. What two adults do in the privacy of their own home is their own business. You can trust me on that Mark.' She covered his hand that held hers. `I've also found out that people who hold onto a secret too long, start to fret and worry. Believe me. I've seen too much of men like yourself, holding it in, unable to talk to anybody. Bottling it up and almost driving themselves to the point of suicide because they couldn't speak of it, of their inclination or of their love for another man.'
You're so right,' Mark answered. I've been worrying myself sick of late. Not for me, but for David...Oh, oh, but you know him now. I'm worried about him. Worried what would happen to him if it came out. He's been tipped for a post in the cabinet very soon and I know we should stop seeing each other. For his sake, but we can't seem to stop. We've only got to see each other again and all my concerns go out the window. I think it's the same, I hope, for him too.'
`How did it start,' Angela gently prodded, speaking quietly.
`With David?' he asked.
No. I mean the first time,' she said softly. He stirred his half mug of coffee absently. The first time,' he mused, a half smile on his face as he thought back. The first time. That was with Michael back when I was a student. I have been out with girls!' he said somewhat defiantly. You know. The first fumblings in the cycle shed. The thrill of getting your hand inside the blouse of a girl, feeling her breasts and nipples, and then getting them to take your prick in their hand and working on it. Oh! Sorry. You don't mind me saying the naughty words, do you?'
Not at all,' Angela replied, I've heard them all. Even out of context. Say them as they come.'
Well there was Clarissa. What a prick tease. I tried everything to get into her pants, but no way. But I did get her to give me some head. You know what I mean by that?' Angela nodded. She had some mouth, and I liked what she did with it, and her tongue and teeth. So that was the first time I came inside a woman instead of a handkerchief. I liked it but I never did get to fuck her. We finally broke up over some stupid argument, though I can't remember now what it was about.' He took a mouthful of cold coffee, but didn't seem to notice that it was cold.
`I did get my end away eventually with some girl. A couple of times really, but I was disappointed. It wasn't all that it was cracked up to be. By now, I was at the university. One of our small crowd invited us to his parent's house in the country for a weekend and so eight of us piled into two cars and off we went. Well as it turned out, the house wasn't big enough for us all to have separate rooms, so some of us would have to double up, as it were.'
He took another sip of his cold coffee, before continuing.
`I was paired off to share a bed with Michael for the weekend. Well we had a bloody good dinner with lots of wine with port to follow. I think we were all pretty drunk when we turned in and I don't think any of us had thought to bring any night clothes. Anyway, I stripped off, falling over as I did so, but crawled naked into bed. I watched in my drunken haze as Michael undressed, falling over as I had done getting out of his trousers, and we both laughed as he finally got into the bed with me.
There was nothing striking about him or anything thing that attracted me. His tackle was about the same size as mine and his body was firm and muscled the same. I also didn't have any amorous or sexual thoughts towards him at all at that time.
It was quite cold in that bedroom and so I naturally snuggled up to him so that we could share our body heat. He was laying on his left side facing away from me, so I just naturally fitted my body up to his like two spoons in the drawer. One hand I had under my head and the other was on his bare hip. Somehow we moved and my hand was then down on his genitals. My hand moved as if it had a life of its own and it seemed a most naturally thing to do as it closed round his limp dick, the back of my hand brushing against his balls.
With my hand moving up and down, it started to grow bigger until he was fully erect and I didn't stop even then. The skin shifting over this shaft of muscle, up to the head of his cock and then down to the base at his belly. He shifted in the bed so that he was then flat on his back, my hand still slowly wanking him.
That's good,' he murmured, don't stop.'
`What do you want me to do?' I heard myself ask of him. My head was now resting on his chest, just under his chin, as I continued moving my hand up and down on his cock.
`Whatever you want, but don't soil the sheets.' In my drunken state, which I'm not using as an excuse for what I did, I slid further down the bed, my head staying on his body as I did so. Till it was then resting on his stomach and as I continued to work my hand on his erection, feeling the tip of his cock touching my chin. It just seemed natural to me to open my mouth and take it in. The first taste was of a subtle sweetness that I rolled round my tongue before swallowing. Moving the head of his cock in my mouth reminded me of what Clarissa had done to me, so I did it as well as I could, trying to remember what she did.
I thoroughly enjoyed doing that to him, having that large piece of throbbing flesh in my mouth. Working my tongue round the head, feeling that muscle respond to my touch. Michael's hand came down under the sheet and held my head as his hips started to buck. His cock sliding in and out faster as I felt the surge of his sperm coming up from his balls and shooting it into my mouth. I didn't have a chance to taste it, swallowing as fast as it came pumping out of his cock. I took all of it and then licked the wilting thing clean as I fell asleep with it in my mouth, just like a child does with a dummy.'
Mark stopped speaking there, and rose from the table and put the kettle on. Nothing was said until two mugs of fresh coffee were back on the table. He sat down and carried on speaking.
`I seemed to come awake in the middle of an erotic dream that turned out to be real. Michael was doing to me, what I had done to him during the night. He was under the bed clothes and his mouth was fastened over my erection. What a sensation! I stretched out, my cock throbbing and my balls full of agitated sperm. A lovely way to wake up in the morning, his mouth doing wonderful things to my bursting cock. Move over Clarissa, you were an amateur. My hips started to move of their own accord as I thrust up into Michael's mouth. I cried out as my come burst out into his throat. He sucked on me with a strength I didn't believe was possible. His hand was gentle as he milked my balls of every single cell and took the lot.
That was the first time I did oral sex with another man. The second time was that same night. All that day he was in my thoughts, and it was possible that he thought of me. As that evening wore on, I would look across the room and find that he was looking at me. He would give me a shy kind of smile and a wink. I would wink back and then I knew what was going to happen later that night. It seemed that we were both waiting for one person to say that they were turning in, because when one of the guests finally did just that, we both said at the same time that we would also retire for the night.
I didn't give a damn what might have been said after we both left the salon together. All I could think of was getting into bed with Michael. To have his big cock in my hand and then in my mouth, and him doing the same to me.
It was paradise. As soon as we were in our room, we tore off our clothes and fell on the bed. Our mouth's hungry for the taste of each other. I was in heaven with his cock in my mouth and mine in his. His tongue and teeth bringing me to the point of ejaculation, and then his hand cleverly stopping it, prolonging it, causing me an agony I had never felt before. When I came, he came too. It was just like being born I think. The smell, the taste and the feel was all of something that I had never experienced before in my life.
That night was all oral sex. We licked, sucked and washed each other with our tongues. It was bliss. The next and last night at this house, we added anal sex to the oral. This time we didn't rush into the bedroom and frantically fight for each other's organ. We took it slow. The kissing and the fondling we did while we did the undressing of each other. Then it was gentle sucking and nibbling, arousing and then retreating. Then the moment of truth arrived. We tossed a coin as to who would fuck whom first and I won the toss and elected to give. Michael had some condoms and there was cream in the bathroom, so with a liberal dollop between Michael's cheeks and some on the end of my erection, I knelt between his legs as he also knelt on the bed, leaning forward, resting on his forearms.
`Take it slow. Let my muscles relax before pushing too hard,' he said. I did as he asked and I put my creamed cock head to his creamed bum and slowly felt myself slide into him. I think he had done this before, because he seemed so relaxed. Well I was in for my first experience of fucking another man, my cock buried deep inside him. It was great. Much tighter than a woman's pussy. The tightness was all round my cock and it seemed to make it swell bigger than ever. I started off slowly, but was soon going in and out of him like a steam engine. It was the then greatest fuck of my life. I held hard onto his hips as I pumped at that tight hole until I gave out a cry and shot my load into him.
Then it was my turn. After disposing of my condom and helping to clean him up, I knelt on the bed, resting my head on my arms as Michael had done, and flinched as the cold cream touched my bum.
Relax,' said Michael, the secret is to relax.'
The next touch was of his cock, nudging at the entrance to my backside. As he pushed, I tried to relax, but it took several deep breaths and gentle pushing by Michael for me to feel the head slip in. What a sensation. It hurt that first penetration, but with the head of his cock in, the rest of him suddenly slid right inside till I felt his thighs pressed up close to my bum. The feeling was indescribable. That throbbing piece of flesh deep inside of me. The beat of Michael's heart could be felt by the blood pounding through his cock. I had an instant erection with him inside me and I got a perverse thrill of somehow being in control while it was me that was being fucked. Michael pumped away at me and I could feel every ridge of his penis against my inner walls as he thrust away. As I felt his body stiffen and start to jerk his sperm into me, my own started to shoot out onto the sheet below me as he ground his hips against me and pushed me forward onto the bed. My cock being squashed under me still spurting out my seed as the last of his came into me.
His body was heavy on my back, but I could still feel that hard prong of flesh still twitching inside of me. He made such a quick withdrawal that it made me gasp with the sudden emptiness of my being. I think I wept as he rolled off me.'
Mark took a sip of his now second cold mug of coffee. He wiped the back of his hand across his eyes and continued.
`Well, after that weekend, we shared the same room at the university, and stayed together for the rest of our time there.'
He drank the rest of his coffee.
`After university we went our different ways. Last I heard, he was out in Saudi somewhere. Something to do with trying to make sea water drinkable. Desalinisation it's called.
Anyway, I drifted in and out of a few relationships. Nothing steady. It was rather sordid looking back on it.' He gave a chuckle. `If I'd carried on like that, I'd probably have finished up in the Sunday papers, "Prominent Surgeon Bares Chopper In Public Toilets". But thankfully I met David who'd just become a member of my club. I was at a loose end one night and expected to dine alone, when I saw David on his own at the bar. I stopped for a chat and shortly asked if he would care to dine with me. He agreed, and so we went into the dining room. It was almost empty, so we were almost alone and quite private.
We had both just finished and had enjoyed our meal and there was just enough wine left in the bottle for two more glasses. We both had reached for it at the same time. My hand was on the bottle and his hand covered mine. We sat there like statues for several seconds, his hand covering mine, neither of us moving. We looked into each other's eyes, not a word being spoken, but we knew. We both knew.
I had intended to stay the night at the club, but we took a cab, holding hands till we reached his flat. A nice fashionable bachelor pad in one of the mews in Kensington. Once inside, we kissed and touched each other. Both of us were aroused and we went into the bedroom...You don't want to hear anymore, do you?' Mark asked.
Ooooh. Don't tease me,' Angela responded, I do love romantic stories. Go on, please go on. You went into the bedroom, and...?'
`Well,' Mark's hands were twisting his coffee mug around.
`Well, we went into the bedroom, our eyes not leaving each other's as we slowly undressed. I think we both had trouble getting our underpants off because of our erections. We are both about the same height and our tackle about the same size. Both of our cocks seemed to be quivering as we faced each other. I made the first move by reaching out and taking his rigid member in my hand, which felt hot and was solid muscle, and led him to the bed and sat him down. His erection sticking up proud from between his legs, and I knelt down and took him into my mouth. I felt him shudder as my mouth closed over him and moved my head and down on his engorged head, if you'll excuse the pun.
After a few minutes of sucking, he pulled my head up off him, and made me stand up as he knelt down and pulled me closer, and with his mouth open, guided me into it. It was hot and warm as it closed over my helmet. I kept still as I felt the pleasure of his mouth working on me.
I pulled out before I lost control and got onto the bed and lay down. He then swivelled round so that we could then both pleasure each other. Sucking, licking, the fondling of balls. It was magnificent. We both could feel the sperm surging and let go at the same time. Taking the salty bursts in the back of the throat, swallowing it and hoping for more of the same. We licked each other clean and then lay in each other's arms, kissing and talking for the rest of the night, till once again our erections came between us and we did it all over again.
We would sleep together whenever we could until he got elected, then had to be very careful with our relationship. So we would only spend the weekend together here. His place was now off limits because of the media. We've been going together now for six years, and last night is, was, only about the third time that he has stayed here during the week.'
He dropped his head into his hands.
`I don't know what is going to happen now. He might want to finish it with me.'
Angela jumped up and went round and put her arms around his neck and hugged him close.
No he won't,' she said fiercely. You tell him that you love him, come what may. You love him and will stick by him, come hell or high water. I didn't see anything, you tell him that. Now get up and go and have a shower and you'll feel much better when you're at work. Come on.' She pulled him up from the chair and pushed him towards the door. She had also noticed that in the telling of his story, he had given himself an erection. It was clearly pushing out the front of his dressing gown. As he went down the hall, she called out to him.
`If I was a man and had a cock the size of yours, I'd be right proud of it,' she grinned as he raised his hand and waggled his fingers as he went into the bedroom.
She had just finished cleaning the kitchen when Mark appeared in his city suit.
Thank you Angela,' he said, I think you provided the very therapy that I've been looking for.' He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.
`Don't do anything I wouldn't do,' he said with a smile as he left to go to work.
Angela gathered herself together, and with a broad smile, finished off her duties at Mark's place.
`Angela!!!' Philippa screeched into the phone. Oh no, Angela groaned to herself. It was ten p.m. and she'd just got in from the pub. All she wanted was her bed. Epsom was already in hers and asleep. Mike was still watching football highlights on the television.
Angela,' the voice grated again, I need you to give me a hand in the morning. I know that you've got Mr Adams, but that's a key job. (A key job being one where the cleaner has the keys of the house that she cleans. Usually the client is out all day so that the cleaner can go in at whatever time suits her). I've got to cover for that bitch Elsie tomorrow, so I need a hand at Fred Pritchard's place.'
`Not that fucking pigsty?' Angela retorted.
`Yes. That what you call a pigsty is what keeps us going. I'll see you there at ten. Don't be late.' The connection was broken.
`Bollocks,' said Angela into the buzzing phone. I hate that fucking house, she said to herself. Four blokes sharing made more mess than a litter of pigs.
It was with reluctance that Angela banged on the door of Pritchard's house at about twenty past ten the next morning. The door was yanked open by an indignant Philippa.
`What time do you call this?' she demanded.
Hold your bloody horses and put your Tampax back in,' Angela retorted, pushing past into the house. It's me doing you a favour, so cut it out and we'll get the job done. Where's the bloody coffee,' going into the kitchen, `I've got one hell of a hangover.' She made two mugs of coffee and took them into the sitting room where Philippa had started to clean up.
`Bloody hell! They've had burglars,' Angela exclaimed. The room looked as though she was right. There were clothes strewn everywhere. A week's supply of newspapers were scattered all over the floor and chairs. Books on the floor, cups, mugs, glasses and empty beer cans covered every flat surface.
Angela used her foot to clear a space on the coffee table, knocking the debris from last night's take away onto the floor, so that she could put down the hot coffee mugs.
`I was right. It is a bloody pigsty! Sit down Pippa and drink your coffee. It does wonders for your metabolism.' She wasn't quite sure what it meant, but it sounded good.
My...name...is...Philippa. Not Pippa,' she said slowly, but sat down anyway and sipped at her coffee. You're right. It is a pigsty, but when we've cleaned the place, you can see that it's been done.'
They drank their coffee and then set to work. Though the sitting room was a mess, three of the bedrooms were kept reasonably tidy. The fourth was the one Philippa walked into.
Angel!!' she screamed, come and see this!'Angela went along and into the bedroom from where the scream had come from.
Look...look...the dirty bastard. Just look at this room,' she said, pointing at some objects that were lying around the bed. Angela looked to see what she was pointing at and saw that they were condoms, and they had been used. Aaaargh, the filthy beast,' Philippa said. `What does he do, apart from bragging. Have a different woman every night and then leave them about as trophies?'
I only count six,' said Angela, he must have Sunday night off.'
Or maybe all were used last night and then he takes the week off,' Philippa laughed, well I'm not picking them up. The damn things can stay there.'
Angela looked round the bedroom and saw that on a side dresser was a small bonsai tree. The little cultivated tree much revered by the Japanese.
`I've got an idea,' said Angela. She left the bedroom and went into the kitchen, and returned with a pair of food tongs. With these, she gingerly picked up each condom, and draped them over the small tree.
There,' she said, pretty, don't you think? Pity he didn't use coloured ones. The tongs can go back into the drawer. Unwashed!' She then found a small white card, and with a magic marker, wrote upon the card, which she then propped up against the tree pot. The note read, "Too much fucking stunts your growth". Philippa exploded with laughter and they both fell into each other's arms, laughing fit to bust.
`That'll make the dirty sod sit up and take notice,' Philippa said between her tears.
So with the flat cleaned up, as best they could in the time span allowed by the amount of money left out, they departed. Philippa off to cover the other job's of Elsie's, and Angela off to her regular Thursday clean. That would be the house of Clive Adams.