Emma lay back in the water, enjoying the heat on her body. It had been a difficult week at school with one girl announcing she was pregnant and another, a beautiful young Muslim girl, saying she would have to leave at the end of the school year because her parents had arranged for her to be married. Emma had high hopes for this girl, expecting her to go on from school to university and graduate with honors, but, as far as her parents were concerned, an education was less important than marrying well. Emma sighed: she saw no easy resolution to her desire for the girl’s needs to triumph over tradition.

  And Emma missed Tom. True, she had spent the previous weekend in an almost perpetual state of being fucked and buggered as a result of her birthday surprise when Tom had invited an old friend of his from college, John Oginga, now a Detective-Sergeant with the Metropolitan Police, to join them for the weekend to celebrate Emma’s birthday. Tom’s plans had gone a little awry when Emma had nearly been raped by two young stockbrokers on the train home, but John had been there to rescue her, even if her rescuer had demanded recompense in the form of giving her mouthfuls of hot sperm to swallow followed by a vigorous buggering. Emma had been annoyed with Tom and John for scaring her but she still allowed them both to sodomize her at the same time as soon as dinner ended and they led her upstairs to bed.

  In fact Emma was made love to by John and Tom so many times during the weekend her asshole was sore on the Monday morning and she was quite relieved to say goodbye to John at the station, giving him a fervent kiss and promising not only to repeat the weekend very soon but also look him up for a night of enthusiastic sodomy whenever she was next in London.

  But that had been the previous weekend and now, five days later, Emma was lonely, horny as hell, with a buttplug filling her rectum, desperate to be anally fucked by a long, hard cock able to spurt a huge load of come into her bowels. In the meantime she had to make do with masturbating and thinking about how Tom would want to fuck and bugger her silly as soon as he returned home.

  She reached for the shampoo bottle she’d seen in a supermarket and bought just for the packaging. The plastic base was circular, almost as wide as the buttplug filling her ass. But what Emma loved was the cap, tapering to a blunt point, so obviously an imitation of a man’s cock she was surprised and delighted when she saw it on the shelf, her mind immediately seeing the possibilities. And now here she was, ready to explore those possibilities by pushing as much of the shampoo bottle into her cunt as she could get, delighting in the tightness from the pressure of the buttplug in the adjoining hole.

  Fucking herself with the bottle felt wonderful. Smooth and stretching, deliciously sensual as Emma spread her legs, gripped the base with one hand and fucked herself slowly and deeply, frigging her clit with the fingers of her other hand to heighten her pleasure. Time and again she pushed the bottle into herself, her cunt swallowing the bottle so readily she had to hold firmly onto the base in case it was suddenly swallowed. Each thrust was more erotic than the last, the bottle rubbing against the buttplug through the thin membrane separating cuntwalls and asshole, reminding her of how wonderful it felt when Tom fucked her cunt and John her asshole, both men determined to fill her body with every last inch of their superhard pricks.

  In her mind’s eye she could feel Tom biting her lips, lost in the passionate ecstasy of filling her cunt to bursting with his nine inch tool; while, behind her, John buried his face in her hair, licking and biting her neck as he stuffed her asshole with his ebony cock, his hairy balls, smooth and big as lemons, meeting Tom’s with each straining, inward stroke.

  And Emma, lost in the ecstasy of being double-penetrated, her orgasm rising like a tidal wave, her body shaking with desire, moaned, gasped and whimpered as she felt her womb and bowels filled to capacity with cock. And then her cries were echoed by theirs, each man groaning as he stiffened, sperm boiling in his balls to gush into her welcoming holes, an avalanche of come mixed with the flood of sex-syrup released by her own orgasm in her cunt, churning with the contents of her bowels in her back passage.

  The memory made Emma climax and she sank into the water, exhausted, breathing so hard from the force of her orgasm she blew out the candle standing on the rim of the bath. And it was at that moment the lights in the bathroom, and the whole house, also went out.

  * * * *

  The bathroom was pitch black. Emma climbed out of the bath and reached for where she thought the towel was. “Shit!” she cried, as she hit her leg on the edge of the toilet, knowing there would be a bruise there in the morning.

  She dried herself as best she could and then felt slowly along the landing to the bedroom. The immediate priority was to get dressed and then find out if the power cut affected all the houses in the cul-de-sac where she lived or just hers and Tom’s. She found tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt and pulled them on, then made her way across to the window and opened the curtains. The rest of the houses except for next door on the left were lit up and Emma cried, “Shit!” again. What she knew about electricity and fuse boxes could be written on the back of a postage stamp and the last thing she wanted to do was mess around in a junction box with a screwdriver in one hand and a candle in the other for fear of electrocuting herself.

  Making her way carefully downstairs in the dark, Emma grabbed her keys and opened the door. The reason the house on the left was dark was the couple who owned the house were away on holiday, which meant she had to go and ask for help from Bryan Armstrong and Eloise who had only moved in a month previously. Emma knew Eloise because she taught the girl French in her class at school and the teenager, in common with several of the other girls, had a strong crush on her. Emma hadn’t met Bryan, but she knew he worked from home and liked to go jogging at the weekend which gave Emma the chance to admire his tanned, muscular body packed into a sports vest and Speedos.

  Emma knocked on the door and Eloise answered. The girl was a classic combination: radiantly beautiful with fine blonde hair so long it reached down her back to her bottom, high cheekbones, full lips, extremely large breasts, a tiny waist, curvaceous buttocks and long, slender legs, a delectable mixture when she was only just over five feet tall. Because Emma supervised girls’ sports and showered with them at the end of their matches, she also knew Eloise had a cleft like a little girl’s she kept smoothly shaven, a complete contrast to the rest of the girls who let their pubic hair grow abundantly.

  Normally Emma found a shaven pussy less appealing, but the sheer voluptuousness of Eloise’s body made Emma’s mouth water and she would have given a king’s ransom to be able to satisfy the teenager’s obvious adoration of her by sending the other girls out of the shower while she knelt between Eloise’s legs and sucked and licked her to a blissful orgasm.

  “Hello, Miss Boswell,” Eloise said in a shy voice when she saw it was Emma.

  “Who is it, darling?” a man called out.

  “It’s Miss Boswell, Bryan. From next door.”

  A moment later Bryan Armitage was standing behind Eloise. Emma took in his aristocratic profile and his lean, muscular body and found it difficult to swallow. The man was gorgeous.

  “Come in, please, come in,” he said, his hand extended. “What can I do for you, Miss Boswell?”

  “Emma, please,” she said.

  She guessed he was about forty five from the attractive flecks of grey at his temples and felt a strong spark of desire he shook her hand.

  “It’s just our lights have gone out,” Emma said. “And Tom, my partner, is away on business. I’m afraid I don’t have a clue how to get them back on.”

  “Hang on, I’ll just get my toolbox,” Bryan said and disappeared toward the kitchen.

  Emma smiled at Eloise as she waited for him to return, her eyes drawn to the teenager’s very brief tube-top, stretched almost to bursting by her enormous breasts, not to mention the hipster jeans which exposed her belly almost down to the swell of her mons. Emma enjoyed Eloise’s blush as she glanced downward to see if the jeans were so tight they outlined the cleft between Eloise’s legs and was delighted to find they did. Emma noticed there was a sheen of sweat on the slopes of Eloise’s breasts and her nose caught the unmistakable odor of a girl in heat; she wondered if Eloise had been masturbating before she answered the door.

  “Here we are,” said Bryan as he reappeared holding a canvas bag. “Lead the way.”

  Emma did so, opening the front door of her house and waiting for Bryan to turn on a powerful flashlight before showing him the junction box high on the wall of the hallway.

  “I’ll need stepladders,” Bryan said.

  “In the utility room,” Emma said and went to fetch them. When she returned, Bryan climbed the ladders, handed down the flashlight for Emma to hold so he could see, and quickly and expertly opened the junction box and began to check the fuses. The only problem was Emma was standing level with Bryan’s groin and she could distinctly see his tautly muscled ass was complemented by the bulge of a substantial cock and balls outlined by the tight denim of his jeans.

  Horny beyond belief in the proximity of such a good-looking man, lusting after this extremely desirable girl, desperate to be assfucked because of the thick buttplug still stuffed into her bottom, Emma had to stifle a groan of frustration when Bryan located the fault and the lights suddenly came back on. And it was only then she realized she wasn’t wearing tracksuit bottoms as she’d thought but the lower half of a pair of very see-through pajamas. Bryan’s eyes were naturally drawn downwards to rest on the luxuriant black curls of her pubic hair, clearly visible through the thin material.

  Emma blushed and said, “Bryan, I don’t know how to thank you. I’d never have been able to sort out what was wrong.”

  “Just a simple overload,” he said, and smiled. Then he went on, “Look, I thought I’d cook Boeuf Bourguignon for lunch on Sunday. If you’re not busy, would you like to join Eloise and I? Of course I’d quite understand if you were busy...”

  “No, I’m not and that would be delightful,” Emma said, returning his smile. “I’ll bring a bottle of red wine to thank you for your kindness this evening.”

  “About 12:30?”

  “See you then.”

  And Emma felt a flutter of excitement deep in her cunt as she closed the door after Bryan, locked it, and went upstairs to bed, exhausted by what had turned out to be a surprisingly eventful evening.

  * * * *

  Emma loved to cook, and Tom had often complimented her on her ability to create classic French dishes, but even she had to admit her Boeuf Bourguignon wasn’t as delicious as Bryan’s. The beef simply melted in the mouth, the Crème Brûlée dessert was sweet and crunchy, and Emma felt totally replete as Bryan handed her a cognac to go with the coffee Eloise was making in the kitchen.

  Emma was standing by the bookshelves looking through Bryan’s collection. It was wide in interest, and she was delighted to see there was a whole section of classic erotica. She picked up ‘The Story of O’ and thumbed through to near the end of the book where the young girl, Natalie, ‘like little Dinarzade at the foot of Scheherazade’s bed’, watches each time O writhes and squirms beneath the riding crop, sees O on her knees humbly receiving Sir Stephen’s massive, upright sex in her mouth, and watches fascinated as O spreads her own buttocks with both hands to offer Sir Stephen her back passage to fuck. Emma loved the way the young girl wants to imitate O’s submission and, reading the familiar passage, she felt her cunt fill with warm sexjuice. She shivered slightly with desire, a gesture Bryan noticed.

  “It’s a wonderful book, don’t you think?” he said, taking a seat on the sofa opposite where Emma was standing.

  “Wonderful but also frightening,” Emma said. “That any woman could so willingly submit to a man that her own personality becomes subjugated totally to his.”

  Bryan’s eyes met hers. “You mean being so submissive to Sir Stephen that she accepts he only ever wants to sodomize her?” he asked as Eloise walked in with three demitasse cups and a pot of coffee which she placed on the low table in front of him.

  Emma turned to put the book back on the shelf. There was no way the teenager could not have heard his remark and Emma found it extremely erotic to be discussing buggery in front of a girl the same age as the character Natalie in the book with Bryan the same age as O’s lover, Sir Stephen.

  “No,” Emma said, making herself comfortable in an armchair and sipping her cognac. “I think the reason O allows herself to be sodomized by Sir Stephen is because she enjoys it. When her lover, René, first delivers her to the chateau at Roissy, he spends time with her in her room before saying goodbye. I think the description is he alternates between fucking and buggering her before he finally comes in her mouth. So she’s totally used to being fucked in that way. And I believe no woman does that unless she wants to offer her asshole to a man as freely as she does her cunt. At least that’s how it is between Tom and I.”

  For a moment Emma wondered if the two bottles of red wine she, Bryan and Eloise had drunk with lunch, together with the cognac, had made her speak too openly. But there was an amused and interested look on Bryan’s face made her think that far from being offended by her openness, he was enjoying discussing sexuality with a woman who saw herself as an intensely sexual being.

  “Yes, that’s the way it is with Eloise and I, too,” Bryan said, smiling at Eloise who picked up the silver coffeepot, handed a cup to Emma and filled it. Glancing at the teenager, Emma thought how beautiful she was, and how desirable.

  Eloise was wearing a very small black t-shirt, cut away at the sides, and tiny blue denim shorts that left the dimples of each buttock bare. Her body seemed to squirm as she walked, her enormous breasts bouncing with each step. As Emma was holding her coffee cup in her lap, Eloise had to lean forward to pour. The faint perfume from her fine blonde hair came to Emma’s nostrils as Eloise bent forward, her boobs mere inches from Emma’s mouth, making Emma feel breathless with desire.

  “Does that shock you?” Bryan asked, patting the seat next to him on the sofa for Eloise to sit down, his eyes meeting Emma’s who loved the way the teenager’s bottom jiggled as she walked across the room.

  “No, not at all,” said Emma with a little smile. “I expected a girl as gorgeous as Eloise would also be highly sexed. Who better to have her first sexual encounters with than Bryan? Have you sodomized her yet?”

  “Oh yes,” said Bryan, leaning over to kiss Eloise’s cheek, resting his hand lightly on Eloise’s upper thigh. “That and much more.”

  “That sounds intriguing,” Emma said, her voice thick with desire.

  “Look,” Bryan said, stroking his hand up to between Eloise’s legs making the girl squirm as she rubbed her plump denim-covered mons against his stroking fingers. “Eloise and I usually spend Sunday afternoons making love. Would you like to join us? I know Eloise would love you to, she has the most awful crush on you.”

  “Yes, I know, it was a bit obvious,” Emma said with a big grin, enjoying the sight of Eloise blushing bright red.

  Bryan laughed with delight at Eloise’s embarrassment. “She loves it when I lick her cunt,” he said. “Because then she can pretend it’s you and call out your name when she comes. That’s why she looked so sheepish on Friday night. She’d just climaxed and I was all set to bugger her when you knocked.”

  Emma laughed with delight.

  “Shall we make your dream come true, then, Eloise?”

  “Yes, please, Miss,” said the teenager, and Emma felt her heart thud in her chest, her nipples harden, and the wetness between her legs turn into a flood.

  * * * *

  There was something delightfully depraved about Bryan’s choice of Eloise’s bedroom for their lovemaking. Soft toys on the bedspread, pop posters on the walls, bright make-up on the dressing table all added to the sense that Eloise, not the Crème Brûlée, was the sweet treat to finish their meal.

  The teenager was lying back on her bed, her t-shirt drawn together into her cleavage baring her breasts, her denim shorts unzipped and pushed down round her ankles. Her legs were wide open, the pink puffy lips of her shaven pussy glistening with the evidence of her arousal. As Emma watched, she cupped her breasts in one hand and began to knead the stiff tips, squeezing them hard between thumb and forefinger, sliding the other between her legs where she frigged herself vigorously. Emma herself was standing naked at the foot of the bed, with Bryan standing behind her, the fingers of one hand buried in the folds of her cunt, his other hand caressing her breasts. She watched the lascivious display the teenager was putting on especially for her and felt so intensely aroused she was already close to orgasm.

  Bryan’s circumcised penis pressing between the cheeks of her bottom was every bit as long, thick and hard as Emma had imagined and she envied Eloise for having it available to fuck her whenever she wanted. His arms round her body were tanned and muscular, his hands cupping her breasts were big and strong, and Emma writhed her bottom sinuously, sensing there would be few preliminaries before Bryan’s beautiful cock was buried in her back passage to the balls. That suited her perfectly, provided she could suck the succulent cunt of the wanton teenager masturbating furiously in front of her.

  The split peach of Eloise’s pussy was too enticing for Emma to resist.

  “Bryan, I have to-” she said, turning her head so her lips met his in a passionate kiss before she tore herself away and settled between the teenager’s legs.

  Like a ravenous beast, Emma inhaled the delectable scent of warm girl-cunt and closed her mouth over the whole length of Eloise’s slit, her tongue sinking as far as it would go into the wet hole. Immediately, Eloise bucked and shuddered in orgasm, a flood of warm sex-syrup filling Emma’s mouth which she swallowed greedily, hungry for more.