The Organist Entertains Ch. 03

lesbian, group sex, oral, anal, masturbation, old women, incest, BDSM

Where have we got to? Things seem to have diverged in some areas and converged in others. Change is a constant, if that makes sense. I suppose you can't expect things to stay the same, for too long.

I keep in touch with Ruth and Victoria, who seem to spend a lot of time together. An odd couple indeed. Old enough to be mother and daughter. One, my age, with a large round bottom and huge breasts. The other, twenty years younger, stunningly beautiful and statuesque. From time to time, they join Maisie, to satisfy her suffocation fetish. I talk to Cecily at WI meetings and she comes round for tea and a catch up. However, she, June and numerous men, spend a lot of time in bed. How much consideration is given to June's husband Jeremy or her daughter Pat, I'm not sure. When she's not having anal with her father, Pat is more often than not, at the big house, with Ellen and Maisie. I meet up with Jeremy to satisfy his urges but not as frequently as before. According to Pat, he has hooked up with the vet, who comes to check on her horses. I saw her in the Post Office one day. Her backside has the same proportions as Ruth's.

I am still spending a couple of evenings a week, with Richard and Harry. Richard's technique has improved greatly. Would his wife reconsider her abstinence, if he were to have sex with her now? I'm sure he would want a significant reduction, in her pubic hair. At the moment, I'm the beneficiary of her reluctance. Harry often stays the night and visits on other days too. My only current sex with women, are my times with Maureen and Cliff and filling in for Ruth, strangling Maisie.

I knew Cliff and Maureen had enjoyed their recent trip, to their former next door neighbours. I wanted to know more, so I invited them over for a drink. We never beat about the bush, so to speak, when it comes to sex. I flat out asked,

"Do you do double anal, like the other woman?"

"I've tried several times. It's not the size, it's the flexibility. I never seem to get into a position where it's comfortable."

"Anything notable happen?"

"Not really. Just reliving old times. Nothing you haven't seen in the album." She said.

"Not many blokes want to have their cocks rubbing together. " Cliff added.

"What's happening with Greg?"

Neither of them knew. Apart from the first Saturday they had been away, he didn't seem to have been back. I asked, if they thought that it was down to my phone call and chat. That didn't seem to be it. They had been in touch but it was just the usual family stuff.

"Do you think that it's time to confront this, head on? You all know what the other party is doing. Why not talk it out?" You don't mind being watched. He likes watching. The only issue as I see it, is that he is your son. I know families who have gone much further."

"I'll ring him." Maureen said.

A couple of days later, Maureen was at my back door. Greg had been at their place the previous evening. I showed her in and made a pot of tea. The resulting conversation had been a bit awkward, despite all of the information being out in the open, already. He had no wish to have sex with his parents but did enjoy what they were doing, from a voyeuristic point of view. They hadn't know about his early homosexual experiences. It was evident, that he still had some tendencies in that direction. His sex life with Antonia was no better or no worse. She had come to ask a favour of me.

"How would you feel, to start with, if Greg came here, to conduct his voyeurism?"

"Would he be alright, with me being here with him? I also may be able to help out with his pegging and anal requirements. I have a couple of friends who may help."

"I'll ask him and let you know."

"While you are here, how would you feel about bringing Richard and Harry into our tub and bed time? Tricky for Richard. Tuesday and Friday evenings only, as it stands."

"I don't see a problem. I'll talk to Cliff, he will be fine with it, more than likely."

I decided to put some feelers out. I asked Patricia to meet me at Ellen's. In fact she picked me up in the car. Ellen was curious.

"We haven't seen you for a while."

"I've been cultivating a couple of gentlemen. That isn't what I came for. I have a potential situation, which may suit both of you. A young man, about half our age, with a substantial appendage. He doesn't get to do anal, either giving or receiving. Something we are seeking to remedy. The only slight fly in the ointment. He is keen on watching his parents."

I set out the voyeurism between myself, Maureen, Cliff and Greg. My thought was back bedroom to back bedroom, to start with, then same room, if it went that far.

"Aren't you the sexual matchmaker. Sounds good to me, buggery with a big cock, Ellen?" Pat said.

"Of course. Let us know if and when it is going to happen."

"Where's Maisie?"

"At a therapist."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. She's trying to get over her anal phobia. She did it before, like the rest of us, she put things in her bum. She knew mother got fucked by the staff, she just didn't want to watch it. It was father that caused the issue. He was a big boy. He never stuck it in mother's ass. Nor mine. I did see him doing the cook. She was begging him to stop. These days I'd love it. Back then, I'd have been like Maisie. Up to that point, apart from Ruth, none of us had put anything more than half his size in our bums. The pain must have been horrific. Looking back, neither of our parents were nice people. Father was a brute and mother indulged him."

I told them I'd be in touch. Pat stayed behind, so I walked back, waving hello, to Harry as I passed the hall. I phoned Maureen and outlined my plan for Greg, with Patricia and Ellen. I also made a proposal to start things off with Richard and Harry. She thought it was a great idea.

I arranged for Harry and Richard to be at my place by 7 on Tuesday. Instead of heading to bed, I showed them to the spare room. Maureen had lent me her binoculars and tripod. The two were set up facing Maureen and Cliff's. I got a couple of strange looks.

"Show time. Keep watching."

Maureen and Cliff appeared naked and went through the deep throat, going down, vaginal, anal and cumshot routine, which Cecily had witnessed. The two men were shocked when Maureen waved. On the floor below them, pools of cum. Their trousers round their ankles.

"Enjoy that?" I asked.

"Did you have to ask." Harry answered.

"Want to meet them? Friday night, instead of the pub."

A no brainer, for them. I told them to bring something loose to wear and a towel. Pointing out the hot tub. I phoned to confirm with Maureen. While I was on the phone, she said that Greg had told Antonia he was playing golf with Cliff, on Sunday afternoon. I called Pat and she was good with that. Ellen was too.

On Friday, Harry and Richard arrived about ten minutes early. Keen. I told them to put on their loose things and take their towels. I was already in my scruffy grey robe. Harry had a bottle of malt whisky with him, as a gift for our hosts. We crossed the lawns. Cliff and Maureen were already in the tub, Cliff with a beer, Maureen vodka an tonic.

"Marj, do the honours, you know where the glasses are." Maureen said.

I poured a glass of red wine, from the bottle on the worktop. A couple of tumblers for Richard and Harry. Harry poured out a couple of tots from the whisky and left the bottle in the kitchen. I stripped off and got into the tub, the two of them followed. I held my glass, so that they could use the holders.

"Well Roger, you're wife doesn't know what she's missing with that thing of yours." Maureen said.

"She does. It used to be OK. We'd do it, she would orgasm without me using my fingers. She was tight, so hard for me to hold out. She would come again, with a loud Yessss. She just doesn't want it any more." He said.

"I don't think she's tight. I've seen and done a lot of cocks and that thing is fat. A bit of talking might get you back to where you were or from what Marjorie says, way beyond. Worth seeing what she thinks. In the meantime, I'm happy you are here."

A couple of drinks and we moved inside. Maureen made the most of our new guests, while I made love to Cliff gently as we both tried to watch Maureen. She was enjoying the improvements Richard had made, in the time since we met. I still think that he wasn't quite as relaxed, about cheating on his wife, as he seemed. A bit of clock watching was a tell tale sign. Even so, he managed to satisfy both Maureen and himself, before he had to leave. I told him to pull the front door as he left my place. Getting changed in Maureen's would have been a better idea. Harry fucked Maureen again, after Richard went, before he went himself. Maureen had the same view as me, about Richard. Great cock, not bad technique but not letting himself go. I decided to have a word with him.

A couple of days later, after our latest session, I had a few words with Harry. I asked about Richard's wife, Doris. Harry had only met her a couple of times and the last was a few years ago. Relatively pretty, not fat but not as trim as Harry's wife had been. She had seemed pleasant enough to talk to. Certainly not the sort of person who would be mad, if Richard arrived home a few minutes late, from the pub.

"Would it be alright, if you turned up at my place a bit later on Friday? I want to have a word with him."

He agreed, got dressed and headed home. On Friday, Richard arrived as usual. I told him that Harry would be with us later. I started grilling him about Doris. With the exception of her having orgasm's from penetration and lots of pubic hair, I knew little or nothing about her. I wanted to know, when the lack of sex started and if there was a trigger for it. He thought for a bit.

"I think she just got fed up with doing it."

"Have you thought, that like you, she wanted more from what you were doing. Maybe she thought that what you had been doing, since you married, was all you wanted. The same thing for years on end. Have you talked to her about it?"

"No, it isn't the sort of thing we have ever mentioned."

"Perhaps, it is time to start. By the way, I presume that you trimmed your pubic hair, when you started seeing me. Hasn't she mentioned it?"

"She pulled her hand away, the first time she went to wank me but she didn't say anything. She did finish me off."

"I'd take that as a good sign. A lot of women would assume that something was going on. Talk to her. If it doesn't work out, you know where I am. Maureen would certainly be glad, to see your cock again. You never know, Doris might be up for more than you think. I would suggest, that you don't tell her about me or Maureen."

He decided to take my advice and rather than staying he went home, just as Harry arrived. He looked a bit confused. Until I explained what Maureen and myself thought about Richard. Harry on the other hand was, not exactly young but definitely free and single. Not only that, he was getting back to the sort of life he had with his wife. He certainly had had the skills.

At Church on Sunday morning, Ellen looked excited.

"I hope he is as good as you say, Or you will need to make amends."

The show was set for 3. Pat and Ellen arrived as planned at 2.30. Greg crossed the gardens at about the same time, having parked in his parents drive. I made the introductions. Greg, was staring at Pat. I could see why, the dildo from her harness was visible, down her left trouser leg. I ushered everyone to the spare room. I had actually made some attempts, to make it more comfortable for everybody. The three of them stripped off. I had told Pat and Ellen what would be on view, they did the rest.

Maureen and Cliff put on a real show. They took things really slowly, to give Greg what he wanted.

"Get your hand away from that cock. Today, that's ours." Ellen snapped.

She bent over and I added some lubricant to her asshole.

"Come on you young whipper snapper, bugger me hard and fast, with that enormous knob. Imagine I'm your mother."

She was right, he was enormous. I'd seen him from a distance but it was hard to tell the size. Up close, he was as long as Jeremy but not with Donald's girth. Was Pat going to risk this? It looked as if the action from across the gardens, was mirroring that in our spare room. Maureen face down on the swing, Cliff fucking her ass slowly. On our side. Ellen's arms out, holding the window sill, Greg hammering into her from behind, as she wished. Pat's hand was on Ellen's pussy. As Ellen approached orgasm, she yelled out,

"Harder, cum in mummy's ass."

I ran my hand under his balls and he let out a massive growl. Ellen grunted several times as she came. Pat continued rubbing her thin friends clit for several minutes and she came again.

"OK, naughty boy you can take that monster out now."

He did, even softening, it looked big. Ellen stood up smiling and looked at me,

"Yes, he'll do."

Pat pushed Greg forwards to where Ellen had been. The dildo in the harness looked to be about 10 inches and quite wide. It was slick with lube, she added some to his anus. Although his pubic hair was trimmed his ass looked to be devoid of hair. Pat guided the rubber against his sphincter and eased the knob home. Maureen and Cliff were now avidly watching. Pat did her thing. It didn't look as if he had any trouble taking the length or girth. His cock started to harden. He reached a hand down.

"Don't you dare, that load is for me." She told him.

She kept up the pace for about ten minutes.

"Close." Greg shouted.

She eased out of him and they swapped places. Ellen added some lubricant to Pat's ass. It looked odd, with the strap on dangling down. She undid the straps and it fell to the floor.

"Take it easy, I'm not as slack as the woman playing mum."

Ellen smiled. Greg rubbed the tip of his cock against her. It looked like a struggle to get the knob inside. No screams or yells.

"Long and steady." She ordered.

She reached for her own pussy. With the additional tightness, Greg wasn't going to last long. Nor was Pat, after what had gone on previously. They didn't within a minute both of them came. Greg grunted three times. Pat let out,

"Yesssss, yessss."

Maureen and Cliff walked clear of the window. Presumably, to give our side of things some privacy. When she was clear of Greg's length, Pat picked up her dildo. She and Ellen went to clean up.

"Well Greg, what you hoped for?"

"More than."

Pat and Ellen thanked Greg for their entertainment, dressed and left. After they had gone Greg showered and put his clothes on. He said,

"Pat has an ass like the first bloke I ever had anal with."

"Even her mum calls her a bloke with a fanny."

He laughed and headed back across the gardens. I wonder what the discussion would be like, when he got there. As it turned out, interesting, according to Maureen. She came over on Monday morning for a debrief. She had never seen anyone take a cock that size in the ass. Now she had seen it twice. She had got quite excited seeing Pat pegging. Cliff had occasionally used butt plugs but seemed interested in trying it. Maureen thought it might be interesting to go beyond that, to see him get fucked.

"I know he did double anal, with your neighbour. Anything more?"

"He's wanked another cock but I don't think he has sucked one or had anal with a bloke."

"What does Greg want from all of this?"

"He really enjoyed your friends. I think he liked the fact that they controlled things. It's likely that we will end up in the same room, at some point. Sex with him for either of us is not happening. Although the occasional wank may be. I know he's my son but it would be hard to ignore that cock. I'm surprised you kept your hands off it."

"It was about Greg, not me."

I wandered along to see Victoria, we hadn't seen too much of each other lately. Her computers were on.

"Sorry, am I interrupting your work?"

"No, I need a break. I've been working on this corporate rebranding for hours."

She and Ruth were going on a trip, to Spain. As I thought, the two of them had become quite serious. They were going to see her parents to explain what was going on. On the understanding, that it was going to be awkward for her mother, in particular.

"Going to get involved in the swinging?"

"Who knows. We still sleep with other people here, so what's the difference. I have a feeling, Ruth wouldn't be against a night with mum. While we are on the subject, Ruth was planning to ask a favour of you."

"I'll help if I can."

"Her younger sister, Rachel lives with her. She was a handful as a youngster. Moved out of the family home, bounced around friends places and has been living with Ruth for ages. She just never moved out. Ruth likes the company. Anyway, we are going for three weeks. Ruth wondered, if you would stay at her place, for the middle week. Just to keep an eye on things. If Rachel knows someone is coming, then she will probably be fairly sensible."

"Give me the dates and I'll think about it. It would have to be Sunday afternoon until Saturday, so that I can be back to play in church."

On Thursday morning, I was sorting out my sheet music, for a couple of new hymns on Sunday. There was a knock on the door. I opened it and stood before me, a slender woman, grey hair swept back off her face into a pony tail.

"Are you Marjorie?"

"Yes."

"My name is Doris, my husband Richard, knows your friend Harry. Can I come in?"

My first thought was that this was really bad. How did she find me, if Richard hadn't told her everything. Not wishing to get involved in a shouting match in the street, I invited her in.

"Would you like tea or coffee?"

"Tea please."

She sat down in the lounge as I went to the kitchen. All sorts of thoughts, were rolling round in my brain. I put down the tray, pot of tea, cups saucers, milk and sugar. I poured out and she added a couple of sugars to hers.

"How can I help you?"

"There's no polite way to say this."

Here it comes.

"You know that Richard spends a lot of time with Harry. I know that Harry spends nights here. Richard says that they talk in the pub and that you have a lot of sex with Harry."

"That's true."

"We have never talked about things like that but the other day, Richard said he wanted a talk. He came home early for the pub. Which surprised me. He normally doesn't get back until after 10. I think he is jealous of what Harry gets up to, with you. He said he wanted to try some of it."

"That sounds embarrassing. Is my sex life all over the village?"

Knowing that a great deal of it, was already known, to quite a few residents.

"I don't know about that. I think the two of them compare notes, when they get drunk. Do you really do all of that stuff?"

"It depends on what that might be. I've done and tried a lot. I'm not getting any younger and my body isn't the best but I want to make the most of life."

"You know what men are like, they exaggerate, especially when they are drunk. Richard thinks Harry puts his thing in your mouth, fanny and bum. Have you really got no pubic hair?"

"That's a lot to process, from someone you just met. Yes, all of that is true. I don't mind talking about things like this. I've done all of that and more."

Not mentioning that my first double penetration had been with her husband. Already knowing the answer, I turned it round on her.

"Do you do any of that?"

"No. We just had intercourse."

"Had?"

"I stopped a while ago. Being a bit crude, Richard has a big willy. Not long but wide. It started to get uncomfortable. I don't get as wet as I used to."

"Do you still want to but don't because of the discomfort?"

"I'm not sure. It has been a while. I've got used to it. I rub him from time to time."

I headed upstairs and returned with a fresh bottle of lubricant.

"Here, if you want to, use this. It makes things easier."

She looked at the bottle.

"Do you masturbate? Try using that."

"I used to. I've not done it in ages."

"You definitely need lubricant to do anal. Sorry, probably a bit much, coming from me. I'd suggest talking to Richard. See if you can come to an agreement, on what you both like and want to do. In the meantime, I'll have words with Harry. How many other people has he told."

She smiled.

"I'm sorry for coming here unannounced. This probably wasn't a nice thing to do. I was curious about whether those were Richard's fantasies or it was true. Would you mind if I came here again?"

"Not at all. Any time. I didn't have sex for years. Just masturbation. Getting back to doing all of this, is fairly recent. I'm enjoying it. That's the thing for me."

I gave her my number and she headed to the bus stop. As I expected, at least for the short term, Harry was my only visitor. The two of us spending time with Cliff and Maureen as a foursome.

The day came, when Ruth and Victoria were heading off to Spain. Ruth dropped by with a key to her place, on the way to the airport. Victoria sat in her car gave me a wave and off they went. A week here, then a bus ride into town and a coach trip to take, based on the address Ruth gave me. A quickie with Harry on Friday and on with the packing. Enough clothes for a week, lube a couple of dildos and vibrators, to keep me going. After church, I took the bus into town. The coach station was a short walk away. Along the line of vehicles, I found the correct one. The journey took about an hour. I got a bit lost at the other end but a friendly woman walking her dog, pointed me in the right direction.

Although I had a key, I knocked on the door. It was opened by a woman, facially very similar to Ruth but a bit chubby rather than with huge tits and ass. I introduced myself and she invited me in. Wearing leisure pants and a sweatshirt, she had been watching TV. I put down my bag. She invited me to sit and turned off the TV.

"Don't worry, it's a film I've seen several times before. Come to keep an eye on me?"

"Ruth thought you may want some company?"

"Don't give me that. She wanted to make sure I didn't trash the house with big parties or orgies."

She explained, that her parents had sent her to the convent, just after Ruth had left. The reputation of Ruth's intake long gone. Back to a more disciplined establishment. From her point of view, a disaster. The dormitories silent in the evenings and nighttimes. If masturbation was going on, it was kept quiet. Eventually, she found a couple, who used to get off in a toilet cubicle. The three of them, appeared to be the only sexually active 'inmates'. They pilfered vegetables from the kitchen. A throwback to Ursula. They also raided their cupboards for deodorant bottles, brush handles and the rest, as make shift dildos. The three of them kept in touch. They went to festivals, rock concerts, got drunk and smoked weed. Rachel had taken a succession of men and women home. Her parents had got fed up, with strange men and women walking about the house naked. They asked her to leave. She sofa surfed and ended up with Ruth. She had stopped the binge drinking and drugs. At least Ruth understood the sex.

"She seems pretty serious about Victoria. There have been three others, while I've been here. One man and two women but this seems different. I can see why, she's gorgeous. Her clothes leave nothing to the imagination. I saw her walking to the bathroom after they had sex. Her clitoris is massive. I asked if I could join them. No luck. Weird with your sister, I suppose."

I told her about Ruth and Victoria's mum. Also, that I'd had sex with both of them but not for a while. They seemed exclusive, for the most part. Would this be the same in Spain?

"Thanks for that. Something to store up for later."

She clearly hadn't given up on drinking entirely. She welcomed me with some vodka and tonic.

"Do you watch porn?" She asked.

I told her I'd seen pictures of friends naked and having sex but that was it.

"Never had anyone take pictures of video of you?"

"You can see my body, who'd want to look at that?"

"Plenty. Ruth is bigger than you. Some of her partners filmed her, me too."

A laptop was open on a desk, in the corner. It was in sleep mode, she touched a key and it sprang to life. A folder on the desktop was full of video files. She opened one. On the screen Ruth, a woman double penetrating her with two large dildos while she sucked on a bloke's cock. He pulled out and came all over her face. Ruth rolled on to her back. The woman removed the dildo's, replacing the one in her pussy, with a fist. She fucked her hard with it, rubbing her clit. Ruth yelled, and squirted. I'd not seen her do that before.

"Ruth likes it big, in both holes. They were husband and wife. I took the video."

She opened another file. Rachel. Panning down from her face, not what you expect to see for a chubby woman in her mid fifties. She was covered in tattoos. The upper part of her chest, down between her chubby but not drooping breasts, across her stomach and on both thighs. Looking more closely, she had piercings. Rings in both nipples, connected by a thin chain. Another chain down to a ring in her clit hood, like June's. She turned and bent over a table. A pattern was down the middle of her back and onto both buttocks. A jewelled metal butt plug was between her cheeks. A clothed woman walked into shot. Tweed pencil skirt, long sleeved cream blouse, frills around the neck and cuffs. Her hair up in a bun. In her hand a long whip. I'd seen one at Pat's. A training whip. About four feet long and very flexible. She brought it down on the exposed buttocks at varying intervals. Red stripes began to appear, despite the tattoos. Ruth let yelled out,

"Fuck you, shrivelled up old bitch. No bloke is going to fuck your dry fanny."

The strokes continued. When she stopped, she left the picture, returning with a magic wand. She pushed Rachel's head down on the table and held the vibrator against her clit.

"Take that, you tattooed whore."

Rachel's hands were gripping the sides of the table, her knuckles looked white. A low sigh from her mouth as she came. I had expected a more vocal outcome.

"Well, that was a shock. You'd never know all of that was under those clothes. Who was the woman?"

Rachel told me, that she was one of the external teachers at the convent. In her final year, not long after her 18th birthday, she was caught masturbating in a classroom. A detention followed. The teachers desks were on a raised platform, so they could look down on the whole room. She was sat in front of the teacher, copying out a bible passage. Looking up, beneath her desk, the teachers skirt was pulled up. Her pussy was on display. Rings in each of her labia, were tied to her thighs, with a black silk ribbon. Just by working her pelvic floor and vaginal muscles, she had an orgasm. She just winked and pulled her skirt down. They had kept in touch. Over 70 now but far from dried up.

"Her name is Violet. She knew about the nun who had left in Ruth's time, due to the candle incident. She told me that some of the nuns used to self flagellate, in penance for impure thoughts. Occasionally, they would orgasm. That is when she started looking into the spanking and whipping. Shocked?"

"Over a year ago, I would have been. I've seen and done so much, it would take a lot these days. Do you like the pain?"

"The sting and the subsequent rush are intoxicating. Tried it?"

"Just the occasional smack when a guy has been fucking me from behind. Nothing like that."

She pressed play on another file. She was tied face down on the bed. Arms forming a cross, legs restricted to less than a foot apart. The beating was this time administered with a bamboo cane. Violet again. She dropped the cane and dragged in a man on a dog lead, with a collar round his neck. His cock was shining, probably with lube. He got on the bed. Legs outside Rachel's. The lead pulled him down, hands now on the bed. Violet gripped his shaft, it looked almost painfully and aimed it at Rachel's anus.

"Owww, shit, wrong hole."

Violet took her hand and pushed down on his buttocks. She bent, picked up the cane and added strokes to his ass. From time to time, she was flicking his balls, with the tip of the cane.

"Go now." Violet commanded.

He started to fuck her ass.

"Easy, that fucking hurts. Slow."

He did the opposite and thrust deep into her, cumming silently but his arms and legs shaking from the tension. Violet let out a long,

"Aaaaah."

"That genuinely hurt. The caning I could cope with. Up to then, I'd only had a few anal beads and a narrow butt plug in me. His cock was big and having my legs close together made it really tight. After Violet turned the camera off, he came in me again, while she squeezed his balls. She does orgasm from seeing and hearing, what people are going through. I don't think she would inflict pain, beyond what gets people off, including herself."

"Does she ever get involved and get fucked?"

"I've never seen it. Not with me, or any of the men who have been here. It has just been what you watched. She told me, that she lived with a woman, who taught her the hands free orgasm. They never touched each other, just sat looking each other, while they attempted to orgasm, without their hands. It takes all sorts. I think me and Ruth get our kinks from our aunt Imogen."

She said that, when her grandmother got sick, her parents want to look after her. Ruth and Rachel went to stay with Imogen. She didn't give a shit about anything. Mum and dad wouldn't have sent us, if there was another option. She drank, smoked and swore like a trooper. She would masturbate when and where she felt like it.

"She showed us these. I loved them, so she had copies printed off. I've scanned them."

A folder contained a load of black and white photos, certainly fairly old. A woman in her late thirties, early forties. Brunette, rather than blonde, like Ruth and Rachel. In most, she was tied up. Bindings round each breast, knotted ropes round her body, even a big knot over her clit. Others on her knees with various household objects in her ass and pussy. A rolling pin, handle of a hammer, candles and so on.

"Enough of this. Want to beat my ass and have sex?" She said.

"Never done it. I'm willing to give it a try. I strangled a woman, when she asked."

"Ruth told me about her." She said, pulling off her top.

She started walking upstairs. The tattoo on her back was incredibly detailed. It looked from a distance like a swirling pattern. Close up, it was made up of wide open vulvas, penises and people having sex, in various positions. She walked into a bedroom and invited me in. No pretence here, a row of coat hooks, canes, riding crops and leather belts. She dropped her trousers, some residual marks were across her buttocks. Narrow, probably the cane. She turned to face me. The rings in her nipples were now larger. Her labia now pierced and tied like her teacher, red ribbon rather than black. The tattoos on her front more normal, decorative patterns.

"Belt." She said

She bent forward, hips on the edge of the bed. Legs spread wide and pointing back towards me. The spreading of her legs, pulled on the rings, opening her pussy wide. Unlike Ruth's waxed lower portions, she had a sparse blonde bush, hairs surrounding her labia and a clump around her asshole.

"You watched Violet, go on."

I took a leather belt from the hook. It was about an inch and a half wide and three feet long, soft brown leather. I brought it down on her bum. There was no reaction. I continued. Four or more strokes. I think one caught part of her anus. She puffed out a sharp breath.

"Harder."

Four more with the belt.

"Lick my hairy ass."

I did as she asked. Her hand was on her pussy. She yelled into the mattress. Legs previously straight, now bent and hit the bedside rug.

"Fuck, I needed that. Ruth said your were up for just about anything. Get your gear off, you deserve a reward."

I did as she asked and got on to the bed. She went to a cupboard and pulled out a long dildo and some lubricant. She got on the bed between my legs and pushed them up, telling me to keep them up. Her oral skills, every bit as good, as any I had encountered, with the convent set and better than many. The familiar feel of lube on my anus. Was she really going to shove that in me? Yes. Over an inch in width but massively long. She kept pushing. Her knuckles hit my bum. She was like a suction pump on my pussy, breathing constantly through her nose. She gradually built the speed with the dildo, going full length inside me. Soft and flexible, not hard and painful. I was in a state of constant orgasm.

"Shit. Stop, stop, enough, owwwww."

She sniggered.

"Not just Violet who likes to see stuff like that. How long?"

"16 inches but you only had about 14. I was holding the rest."

"How did you get anyone to do those tattoos on your back?"

"They'll do anything you like for enough money."

"Is everyone in your family like you two and Imogen."

"God no. Just the three of us, I think. Mum and dad are strictly vanilla. No sex toys or photos. Once a week whether she wanted to or not. Mind you, she always had an orgasm. Squeaky bed springs, ten minutes or so a loud, 'Ayeeee' always the same. Then silence. I did sneak in a few times, the day after, when they had gone out. A large wet stain on the sheet. I wondered if they just got wet or whether she was a squirter. A weird thing to think about your mum. I think grandma, when she was alive, was fun. She used to tell rude stories. Mum tried to shut her up, if we were there."

"I don't know what is or isn't odd. Since I got in to all this again, I wonder what my parents were like. I never heard or saw them doing anything, beyond holding hands."

"I'm not great at cooking, delivered pizza alright with you?"

"As long as you have red wine." I said.

I slipped on a loose dress. She put on, what could loosely be termed a dressing gown. Sheer, almost to the point of being see through. When the delivery boy arrived, she flung the door open. He must have got the shock of his life. A virtually naked, tattooed and pierced woman, standing before him. How many other sights did he get to see? Did he get invited in, at some? Better than any tip. Although Rachel gave him a couple of pounds.

"Do you do that often?"

"Sometimes. You never know who will turn up. He was too wet behind the ears. There is one hunk, who is up for a quickie. If I order just before they close, there is a goth girl. She's really kinky. Black make up. Piercings in her eyebrow, side of her nose, tongue, spikes through her nipples, ring in her belly button and a dumbbell in her clit hood. Almost as many tattoos as me. Spiders webs, spiders and a snake. How about Friday? She should be working."

"I'm not sure I'd be her type."

"If you don't mind the odd bite or scratch, you'll be fine. Ruth doesn't approve, so I only invite her in, when I'm here on my own. Mostly during those sex parties you go to."

The week passed pretty quietly. We spent time browsing the shops in town. Lunches out at cafes. I slept in Ruth's room, she in her own. I heard her orgasm really loudly, a few times. A real difference, from when she was being beaten. She showed me a few more of her videos, with men and women. One with Ruth. I knew she had been with Donald but men seemed to play little part in her life. This video, was different. Just her and several men.

"That was just an experiment. She just wanted to see what it was like. Her main thing is women." Rachel said.

This had been fun. No need to do anything, no planning and arrangements to be made. No liaisons to conjure up. Rachel, somewhat like her aunt masturbated frequently, often watching her videos or looking at some photos, on her laptop. On Friday evening, we ate dinner at about 7. At about 9, she ordered a pizza, saying she would warm it up and eat it on Saturday, after I had gone.

Despite the description, I really didn't know what to expect. My mental picture, a younger version of Patricia, butch, short spiky hair, with the added items described. Rachel put on a normal robe. I presume, our delivery girl had seen it all before. There would be no shock value. I did the same. New, cotton like Cecily's. My nipples hardened against the fabric. Anticipation and cold cotton. There was a knock at the door, about 9.30. My host went to open the door.

"Hi, Rach. Room for a little one."

In walked a young women in a leather jacket, holding a black crash helmet and a pizza box. If I had to guess, not quite thirty. Even with the extreme black make up, pretty, she could even be described as cute. Long hair dyed jet black, brown eyes, slightly upturned nose. About 5' 4" tall, nice legs in tight black leather trousers. Hard to see her top half under the jacket.

"Sorry, I should go. I didn't know you weren't alone."

"Don't worry, a friend of Ruth's but not as up tight. She used a belt on my bum and licked my asshole first day here."

"Cool. Everyone calls me Widow. My mum calls me Hazel but that doesn't have much street cred. Got a drink, I'm parched, been on the bike for hours."

How regular was this? Rachel poured out a massive rum and coke and handed it over. Gin and tonic for me, Rachel poured herself a slightly smaller rum and coke. Widow, took off her jacket. Underneath, a see through black affair with embroidered patterns covering her nipples. No bra. Oh to be young, with firm tits that poked out, instead of down. She saw me looking. I looked away.

"I don't mind, great aren't they." Rubbing her fingers over the fabric.

"When you get to my age, you're lucky if they don't reach your belly button." I replied.

She snorted a laugh and took a big mouthful of rum.

"It's genetic, mum's tits are bigger than mine, her nipples almost point upwards. She thinks I look stupid. She was a punk back in the day, mohawk hair and bondage trousers. Pot calling the kettle black. She has a safety pin tattoo but you can only see it when she trims her pubes."

"Maybe she'll get some like mine, in a few years." Rachel said.

"She likes cock, not sure about fanny. She won't want them all over her back."

We all laughed. Widow drained her drink, Rachel poured her another, slightly smaller and topped us up.

"What's your bag? I'm strictly pussy, much to mum and dad's annoyance. No grandchildren from me. Down to my little brother."

"I used to be men only. When you get to my age, you take what you can get. I've possibly been with more women than men lately."

Widow drained her second rum pretty quickly, stood up, leaving her jacket and crash helmet on the floor and headed upstairs. We followed. As we reached Rachel's room the lacy top was being dropped onto a chair. Her back was smooth and clear of marks. She turned. Her breasts were marked out by spiders webs centred on her nipples, which were pierced, a black cone shaped spike, protruding on each side. The piercing in her belly button, gold, with a black bead. She undid her black lace up boots and kicked them off. I hadn't noticed, that even her nail polish was black, until she began to unbutton her trousers. Her zip slid down, revealing briefs matching her top. She sat on the bed Rachel bent and pulled the leather from her legs. Standing again she slid the skimpy things off. A black snake visible up her thigh and round her hip.

Phew. What a body. A slighter version of Victoria. The source of her nickname became clear. Where her pubic hair would have been, a black widow spider, splashes of red, seemingly sinking its fangs into her clit hood. Just below it a gold dumbbell piercing. She turned and bent over, flashing the base of a black, what else, butt plug. The forked tongue of the snake, appearing to lick her anus. Her bum looked so small and pert. She picked up her knickers and trousers, putting them too, on the chair. Rachel flung her robe onto the floor. What the hell, I did the same. I don't think I'd ever seen this many tattoos, cumulatively, in my whole life.

"Look a clean canvas. You need tats." Widow said.

"Plenty of room but far too wrinkly for the stuff you have." I said.

She bent over, spreading her legs.

"Do the honours, Rach. I've had this in for ages, cool vibrations on the bike but enough is enough."

Rachel, as if trying to avoid getting bitten by the snake, took hold of the base of the plug and pulled. Thin, not much more than half an inch wide but about six inches long. She stood it upright on a chest of drawers. The sight of that cute bottom with a tiny gaping hole looked magnificent.

"That's better. I like things in me but I'm not a size queen, like Ruth. Even Rach goes pretty big. I don't want to ruin my cute little holes."

She was right, they were cute. When she had been bent over, her pussy was on show, incredibly neat, just a tight looking slit. The two of them dragged me to the bed. I had visions of Violet. Would I enjoy that? Instead, Rachel, like Ruth did, mounted my head, facing my feet. Unlike her sister, she was bent forward, making sure I had access to her pussy and clit. Widow had pushed my legs apart and was biting and scraping my inner thighs, with really sharp finger nails. She gradually moved her teeth up and started nibbling my pussy lips. At the same time, sinking those nails into my wobbly ass cheeks.

On my mouth, the pussy, stretched wide by the piercings and ribbons, was getting wet. I began flicking my tongue against the ring through her clit hood. Taking a leaf from her friends book, I tried biting her labia. These two were definitely into pain. A nip with my teeth produced a contented sigh, rather than a yelp of anguish. What the fuck was going on with my pussy. My clit was being rubbed but I'd not felt anything like this. Direct onto my clit, almost painful, was this what Victoria experienced? I grunted into Rachel's pussy as I came. No let up, full on intense feeling, I squashed my thighs together. Widow withdrew her hands. Seeing me squirm Rachel yelled,

"Fuck, fuck yes."

She climbed off me. I looked down the bed. Widow, had her two little fingers pointing at me. Unlike the sharp pointed ones, these were trimmed and filed down to nothing.

"What the hell did you do to me?" I asked.

"Not something that works with everyone. I put my fingers up under your clit hood and stroked both sides of your clit. Ruth taught Rachel and she taught me. Doesn't work on my tight little hole. My turn."

She lay face down on the bed, nudging us aside. Rachel went to her rack and grabbed a cane. I stood beside her at the foot of the bed. Now in sight, a scorpion tattoo on the sole of each foot, sinking the sting in. Rachel flicked the cane at the stings, several on each foot. Working up the legs with gentle taps before striking the tiny little bum. Over the next few minutes, half a dozen red strips appeared on each buttock. She rolled over. The cane traced around the spider web tattoos of each breast, followed by a sharp tap on the pierced nipples. Down the stomach and a single tap on her clit hood.

"Suck me."

No need to be told twice. She pulled her legs right up. Young and flexible, her feet were up near her head. I took her piercing in my lips and started sucking her clit. Her pussy was incredibly wet. I ventured a finger, then a second. She was really tight, I don't think a third would have fitted. She let out a long,

"Shhhhhhhhh."

With her legs like they were, I moved slightly and pushed my tongue against her anus. I couldn't resist it.

"Go on." Rachel said.

I carried on with my tongue, the twitching from her orgasm subsided. Rachel moved her fingers and started pushing the dumbbell back and forward on Widow's clit. Her anus relaxed and I pushed the tip of my tongue inside.

"Yaaaaa."

The tight buttocks contracted. I ran my hands around them, slight dimples in each one. A couple of minutes later, she raised herself up.

"Not bad for a granny."

"I might be old, but I'm not a granny."

"My granny likes cock not pussy. She used to spend family holidays, looking at well hung guys, in tight Speedos. She would say stuff like, I could do with some of that or, you can see his helmet. She used to raise a little finger looking at grandpa."

Rachel and myself burst out laughing.

"Widow, probably a daft question. I guess you have done stuff with Violet?"

"She's great for an old bird. I think like Rach, I've only ever seen her pussy. She never gets her tits out. She tried to get me to pierce my pussy lips. I don't want to end up like mum. Her pussy lips flap when she walks. You need big pants to keep them covered up."

"Not subtle is she but great all the same." Rachel said.

"How did you get together? As if I don't know.

"She opened the door to get her pizza. Naked and all her piercings chained together. I think she was disappointed. She was expecting a well hung bloke to fuck her stupid. She got me instead. I reached out and flicked her clit ring. The rest as they say, is history."

"Is it just you two and Violet?"

"This is just sex. I've got a girlfriend, more my age. Not goth like me. No tattoos, no piercings apart from her tongue. A slightly butch redhead. The sex is great but she's not into the pain and spanking. She lets me indulge that here."

The duvet was wet on top. The three of us climbed under it, Widow's firm body between us. A glance at the bedside clock, nearly 1am. Travelling back in a few hours. Rachel turned off the light and we fell asleep. I woke at about 8, picking up and putting on my robe. I went to the kitchen for coffee. Just after the kettle boiled, Rachel appeared, naked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Widow is working this evening, I'll let her sleep. I probably won't see her again for a couple of weeks."

"She really is something. No inhibitions at all. It sounds like a bit of an odd relationship with her girlfriend but I suppose that could describe all of us."

We drank the coffee I'd made and I went to pack. I looked into Rachel's room, Widow as fast asleep. Hair strewn across the pillow, make up smudged but she still looked cute. At about ten, I said goodbye to Rachel, back in bed with Widow and headed to the coach station. Interesting, how different two sexually active and adventurous sisters could be. What would have happened, if I had met someone like widow at that sort of age. I decided to seek out some advice on spanking, when I got back. Was there someone in Ellen and Maisie's circle?

I arrived home in the middle of the afternoon. Missed calls on the phone from Maureen and Harry. That could wait. I went to make some tea. I unpacked and put the washing machine on. Early in the evening the phone rang, Maureen had spotted the lights on.

"Can I come over?"

"Of course."

A couple of minutes later, she walked through the back door and into the lounge.

"Good trip?"

"Amazing."

I told her about Rachel and Widow, with an honourable mention for Violet.

"What's up?"

"Nothing. Everything is great. I hope you don't mind, we carried on having sex with Harry, while you were gone. He is awesome. As many orgasms as Cliff, if not more. The DP has been great. We let Greg watch us in the bedroom. That cock is bloody enormous close up. He wanked and his cum went a huge distance. We haven't seen Richard at all, neither has Harry. He hasn't been in the pub since you left."

"That may be down to his wife visiting me, out of the blue. Either things have improved, or the police will be digging up their patio. I'll try and find out."

"What's next for Greg?"

"No idea. We are meeting Antonia's parents next week. We age going to try and find out, whether this is a family, religious or just an Antonia thing. Tricky, without letting on about things. Cliff reckons a couple of my inappropriate comments would test the waters."

She headed home and I got my clothes and music ready for church in the morning. After the service, Harry was in the churchyard but no Richard. He said that he had really been enjoying his time with Maureen and Cliff but was also glad that I was back. He still hadn't heard from Richard. I agreed to a usual Tuesday meeting at his place.

In the middle of Monday afternoon, there was a knock at the door. It was Doris.

"Come in."

"I've been past a few times but you weren't in."

"I've was away staying with a friend."

"A male friend?"

"No, a kinky woman with tattoos and piercings."

She looked a bit shocked.

"Sorry. There I go again, too much information. I've got use to talking to a lot of people, who do what I do. Is Richard alright? Harry hasn't seen him for a while and he wasn't at Church yesterday."

"Yes. He is fine. We have spent a lot of time talking, since I came to see you. We have also been doing some reading and research. Neither of us, really knew any of this strange sex stuff, when we got married. Just how to have intercourse. I never thought beyond that. Richard was scared to mention it in case I went mad at him."

"I don't really know about strange. Even I'm starting to understand, that there is no such thing as normal. Everyone seems to find different things to enjoy. They don't always match up with the person they are with."

By way of example I told her, anonymously about Greg and Antonia, Widow, her girlfriend, Rachel and Violet. Explaining that some people got turned on by spanking and a certain amount of pain, while others hated it. She let out a whistle.

"Have you just talked so far?"

"No, but we are taking things slow. I gave myself an orgasm, using that slippery stuff you gave me. I did it a couple of times. I told Richard about it. He wanted to watch. I was embarrassed at first. Nobody ever watched or saw me. When we had sex, it was always under the covers."

She told me that she gave in. She lay on the bed and masturbated to an orgasm. He got excited, took his cock out, wanked and came onto the duvet. The first time she had ever seen it. When she had wanked him, it had been in bed and he shot onto his stomach, under the duvet. When they had intercourse, he had always cum inside her. The next day, she wanked him to watch it come out, catching some in her other hand. She hadn't given him a blowjob but had got as far as licking the tip of his knob, tasting some pre cum.

"This isn't easy for me." She said.

"What?"

"He wants to do the same to me. Lick me. But he isn't keen on all of the hair. He gets really excited now, just looking at me, down there. I don't trust him with scissors. I can do some of it but I'm not sure what to do. I know it might not be nice. Could you help me?"

"Have you ever cut or trimmed it at all?"

"No. I never thought about it. I just left it as it was."

I took her hand and showed her to the bedroom. I could understand her concerns. He hadn't been the most gentle, when he and Harry had first been with me

"Take off your skirt and pants. I'll be back in a second."

I put a towel on the bed. I looked at her. I could see what Richard had meant. Her bush was really big. Half way to her belly button, all the way to her hip bones and probably two inches long around her vulva.

"Sit on the towel and lay back. If you have always had this. I'm guessing you don't want me to take it all off?"

"Probably not. Not now anyway. Do what you think will be enough, for Richard."

She seemed to have made a start. The top edge of the thatch had been trimmed back slightly. I set to work with my hairdressing scissors and then electric trimmer. I left her with a triangle, about two and a half inches across at the top, tapering down towards her vulva.

"This next bit might feel a bit strange. Pull your knees up a bit."

I snipped and clipped down the sides of her pussy, also up around her clit hood, hard to tell what would develop there. I ran the clippers round her anus. A couple small dark moles, in the crack of her bum.

"All done."

She ran her hand down, round her hips towards her pussy and between her legs.

"Not much left." She said

"No but it looks nice."

She stood up and looked at the huge pile of hair on the towel. Then at herself in the mirror on the dressing table.

"Will he like that?"

"I do, so I'm sure he will love it. If you don't like it, it will grow back. You can do it as it is now or go further."

"Further?"

"Shaving or waxing. See how you are for now."

She had another look in the mirror, pulled on her pants and skirt.

"Do you want some tea." I asked.

"White with two sugars. No need for fancy stuff like last time. A mug is fine. My fanny feels strange, the material of my gusset is up against me. Feels a bit draughty too."

I sniggered and went off to make the drinks. We sat in the lounge. The reason for Richard's absence had been their experimentation and discussion. Both of them were feeling quite positive, about their new openness. The excitement coming from trying different things.

"How far do you think you will go?"

"Who knows. The next will be licking and sucking. I'm not sure about getting his stuff in my mouth."

"Tell him to pull out. It might go on your neck and boobs. Men like that, for some odd reason. You can spit it out or swallow it. If you tell him what you want, I'm sure he will be OK with it."

"When we masturbated together. We talked afterwards. He got hard again. Do a lot of men get that?"

"Some will be able to do it two or three times, if you give them some rest between and a bit of stimulation."

She seemed content with where things were going. I was glad that Richard was allowing her time. Looking at the last few months, I seemed to have become a facilitator, as much as a participant.

On Tuesday evening, I went to see Harry. His album was still sat on the table. Still using it, or not bothered to put it away? As he poured me a glass of wine, I flicked through, to find a page I remembered. I left it open.

"Did you do a lot of this?

I was pointing at a picture of his wife, tied to the four corners of the bed, face down.

"Some."

"Just bondage, or was there more?"

"A bit. I told you, she was up for most things. A bit of spanking, with my hand, a long wooden ruler and a slipper. Like you used to get at school, if you got sent to the headmaster. Over my knee or tied down. She thought it was a lark. I think it turned her on but she needed other stimulation to cum."

I explained about my time with Rachel.

"I'd like to try it. What do you think?"

"I've not done it for a while but why not. Let's go and find the stuff. It should be in the bedroom somewhere."

He thought it would be in one of the cupboards but couldn't see it. In the back of the wardrobe was an old suitcase, the locks looking a bit rusty. He pulled it out and put it on the bed. Inside, his wife's sex toys.

"Are you alright with this I asked?"

"Fine it's been a while. She wouldn't mind. She would be glad I was still getting plenty. She would certainly have joined in."

Mostly old vibrators. Three in hard pink plastic. Pointed at the end. Three sizes about five, seven and ten inches long, with increasing girths. A couple of black and gold ones. Only one which looked more modern, black rubber with a red revolving control on the base, about nine inches.

"That was her favourite."

What he sought was also inside. A single slipper with a rubber sole, old man style, brown checked upper. A two foot long wooden ruler, about an inch and a half wide. The bondage gear, was four wide cloth straps with buckles and rings. A length of rope was attached to each ring.

"Are you sure you want to do this?

"Yes. I'll tell you to stop, if I've had enough."

We got undressed. Probably too big to lay across his lap, I knelt on the bed. He rubbed his hand on my right buttock, followed by a smack. The same on the left. He repeated this several times. I could feel my bum warming up. He used the slipper three times each side. Before moving to the ruler.

"Shit, stop, too much."

He told me his wife could only take about three of four of those.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, enough padding back there. I think it needs something."

"Alice used to like pretending she was naughty at school, or a maid being caught by the butler."

"Next time, my bum feels red hot. Tie me down and fuck me."

Face up and tied to the corners of the bed, he got between my legs. The angles restricted the depth he could penetrate. The shallow strokes and position meant that his shaft was rubbing my clit and pushing down towards my anus, from within my vagina. This brought about my orgasm and his. We agreed to explore this some more, over the coming weeks, when we weren't with Maureen and cliff.

Harry and Richard met up for a drink in the pub on Friday. A long awaited chance to catch up. A night off for me.

On Saturday afternoon, Victoria and Ruth returned. They came in, so that Ruth could collect her key. Although, they were probably more interested, in what I had got up to and to give us their thoughts on the Spanish scene. They didn't stay long, tired from travelling. Neither of them were surprised at Rachel's behaviour. Or the arrival of Widow. They had managed to keep Ruth's earlier involvement secret, from Victoria's dad. The had met some of the crowd, in the scene out there. There had been a social party, in the large courtyard, surrounded by the apartments, where most of the ex pats live. Plenty of wine and food. No indication of pairing off or swapping. Presumably due to some from outside the group being there.

The age range appeared to be mid thirties, up to seventies. Victoria's parents were sat talking to their next door neighbours. Victoria zeroed in on a couple, closer to her age. She and Ruth sat to chat. It turned out that they were part of the swinging set. She and Ruth, no strangers to the sexual exploits of others, took in the details and preferences, of everyone pointed out. The couple liked multiple partners. One older woman did it, watched by a crowd. The two couples over there, do each others wives, on their balconies watching each other. That bloke over there, had massive balls and goes for ages and his wife has taken almost everyone in the ass.

Ruth burst out laughing.

"Those are her parents."

"We are so sorry. We thought you were new and joining the group."

"I'm getting used to it. Ruth here slept with mum, years ago and I knew about the anal. Dad is a surprise."

Would it be strange to meet Victoria's parents? They sounded great, in the context of the sphere I now moved in.

At church on Sunday, Richard was back and talking to Harry. He gave me a wave. I didn't have chance to talk to him. Ellen grabbed me by the elbow, asking about Greg and future options. I said I'd let her know, as soon as I found out. He must have been really good, for her to ask.

On Monday morning, not long after I got up, still in my dressing gown and probably looking a mess, Doris was at the door. She bustled inside, before I'd really cottoned on, to what was happening. No invitation, she just wandered in to the lounge and sat down.

"I take it things are either going well, or have gone horribly wrong."

"He loved what you did to my pubic hair. He couldn't stop staring. He put his lips and tongue all over my vagina. I thought I would be disgusted but it felt better, than when he used his fingers on me. I had two orgasms. We used that stuff you gave me. We had intercourse and I had another one. That never happened before."

"Did he use his fingers the last time?"

"No. I have orgasms just from his penis. I told you, it is quite big. It just makes me orgasm."

"Lucky you. A lot of women, me included, need their clitoris touched."

"Yesterday, I sucked his willy. I think he tried really hard, not to go too soon. He did his stuff in my mouth. A bit icky, I spat it into a tissue. It didn't taste too bad but there was quite a lot. He seemed so pleased."

"Do you think you will do it again?"

"I think so. I might try the other things you said. Anyway, he got hard again not long after. We had intercourse again. It was the first time he managed two."

"It sounds like you are having a great time."

"We have never done anything like this. It feels a bit rude but good."

She paused.

"I hope you don't mind me saying. Your dressing gown is open. You are showing your fanny."

"Sorry. I'd only just got up. I hadn't intended to get dressed yet. A lot of the time. I walk about naked. Especially if I'm upstairs. You probably noticed the curtains closed most of the time."

"What Harry told Richard is right. You are bald. I'm not sure that is for me."

"Like I said, go with what suits. Getting oral from Richard, seems like you have gone far enough."

"I want to thank you for what you have done so far. I mentioned before about bottoms. It is something Richard kept bringing up, in our talks. We read some articles on the internet. I'm worried. You have looked at me. My bottom is a lot smaller than my vagina. I can't see how Richard would ever fit."

"You may be surprised. It is down to size and expansion. Just how big around is Richard?"

Knowing full well, as he had already fucked my ass and pussy. She put her fingers together, looking like an inch and a half in diameter. Just what I would have estimated.

"This is going to sound really disgusting and horrible. When you have a poo how big is the difference between that and Richard."

She blushed and looked down.

"Sorry, that was probably too much for you. Don't answer that. You have already seen my pussy. How about I show you, how to go about it. That probably sounds equally gross."

"No. I appreciate what you are trying to do."

I stood up and waved a hand for her to follow me. In the bedroom, I picked out three butt plugs and some lube. I dropped my robe, laying naked on the bed.

"Sorry if my fat, flabby body doesn't look good."

I showed her lubing up the plug and my anus. Telling her that insertion was helped by being aroused and by pushing out. I went through step by step increasing the size involved. The last, as big as Richard. Telling her, that it usually took time to build up, to what I had just done.

"Work on it together. It will keep Richard interested, if he thinks he might get what he wants. Make sure you tell him what you want. Even if that is eventually not to do it."

"Where do you get these things?"

Leaving the final plug in, I put my robe on and took her downstairs. I turned on my computer. Clicked on a couple of websites to show her.

"Bloody hell. Look at the size of some of those things. Do men come that big?"

I assured her that they did but that it was rare. In the normal way of things, although Richard isn't that long, his girth was well above average. I pointed out something I had purchased, about the time I started seeing Jeremy, for his anal fix. I hadn't got round to using it. Mainly, due to the amount of time I was spending with Cliff, Maureen, Harry and Richard. An anal dildo, about 12 inches long. It is gradually tapered, from a size less than a little finger, to more than enough to take Richard.

"I have an unused one of those. You can have it. Because it gets bigger, you can say when to stop. When you reach your husband's size, you will know you can do it."

"Can I see?"

We went back to the bedroom. I had been careful to shield the contents of my box from her. Not much point now. I put it on the bed and removed the lid. I think she was a bit taken aback. Not just by the size of some of them but also the quantity.

"That's a lot."

"I was on my own for a long time. If you like sex and don't have anyone to share with, it's an option. I can see you are a bit shocked. I'm a big fat old lady. I've been using these for years. The size isn't a problem. Not everyone is the same. I like the size, other's don't. Here."

I handed her the package. Still in one of those horrible plastic blister packs. I pulled out a pair of scissors, from my bedside drawer and offered them to her. She snipped along the side and bottom. Pulling the plastic apart, the toy fell on to the bed. She picked it up.

"Oh. I expected it to be hard. It's a bit soft and squishy. Softer than his willy."

I tried to conceal a chuckle. She just laughed.

"His size is about there."

She pointed about two thirds or three quarters of the way down.

"Will that much fit in, to get to there?"

"It's not like your vagina, that has a depth to it, and stops. In your bum, you can go a lot deeper. Being crude again but the deeper you go, the more chance you have of contacting some poo. Just something to be aware of, if you are a bit squeamish. You can use an enema before, if you are worried."

"How do you know all of this?"

"Being blunt. I've been fucked in the ass by men with bigger cocks than Richard's. Like I said, I've been doing it a long time, since my first boyfriend."

She poked, prodded, bent and twisted the dildo, in her hand. It was clear, that she had something on her mind.

"Out with it. You know I'm not going to be shocked or surprised."

"It's like the scissors thing. This might be too much for Richard. This thing is long and gets big. If he gets carried away, he might go too far. He is getting a lot better. Much better than before, even so...."

"Does that mean, you want me to do it?"

"You have seen everything down there and you know what you are doing, which he doesn't."

I suppose she had a point. I'd got him fucking my ass but I'm experienced. Doing it to his inexperienced wife was something else. I know he wouldn't want to hurt her but an inadvertent move could scupper his chances. I delved into the box and picked out a bullet vibrator, still in it's box. It had been a free gift with something, I can't remember what. I returned the scissors to my drawer and took out a battery. I fitted it and secured the cap. Always have some spares.

"Do you have any vibrators?"

She shook her head.

"You can have this too."

To put her at her ease, I dropped my robe. She put down the dildo and began undressing. Nice matching bra and pants. When I gave her the haircut, she was wearing big granny pants. These were silky French knickers with a matching bra. She left her bra on, sliding her knickers down. Still trimmed, a narrower triangle? She saw me looking.

"I did it myself using a mirror and the trim attachment of Richard's electric razor. I couldn't help thinking, next time he used it, my fanny would be on his face."

"Getting as rude as me. Apart from me trimming you, have you ever been touched by a woman."

"Only the doctor."

I handed her a bottle of lube and the bullet, taking another bottle and the dildo. I got her to masturbate, saying she should either use her fingers or hold the bullet to her pussy and clit. I guessed she had been using a fair bit of lubricant, with Richard. She applied plenty to her pussy before picking up the bullet.

"Twist the bottom. The more you twist the more it vibrates."

"Oooooo."

As she rubbed it up her slit. I realised, I knew nothing much about her, other than she could cum from penetration. How quick would she cum. A sharp exhale.

"I'm going to apply some lubricant, pull your knees up. After that when you feel something, push out, like when you are on the toilet."

An inch of the thin tip inserted.

"That's great." I told her

The bulled continued to buzz. I worked the dildo. Had she really never had anything in her ass? Her pussy opened slightly, a trickle of fluid, slowly worked it's way towards the dildo. Nearly five inches in. An inch wide? I applied more lube. Her breath was becoming shallow and rapid. I adjusted my thumbnail each time the dildo went back in, indicating the depth and girth she had got to. As my thumb touched her anus on the latest stroke, her knees came together sharply. She pulled away the bullet.

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh."

Her sphincter, working against the taper of the dildo, pushed it back towards me and finally out. If I hadn't been holding it, I think she would have shot it out. She curled up in a foetal position, her asshole twitching towards me and still slightly open. I moved to face her, gripping my hand round the dildo, indicating how far it had gone in.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, my orgasms are normally quite intense. Even for me, that was big."

"Look."

"It went that far?"

"It certainly did. More than eight inches and a good girth. I'd never have known, you hadn't done it before. Amazing feeling, isn't it?"

"Different. Hard to describe."

"You can already do a lot more than most. You'll be fine. Just make sure you get turned on, before you do it. Tell Richard if he does anything too fast or hard. It's in his interest to follow you. Otherwise he doesn't get to do it."

She went to the bathroom to clean up. Her bum looked pretty nice as she walked off. Far smaller tan mine. Just a little sag. As she walked back I looked at her bra. Small round boobs, for comparison, tennis ball rather than softball. She probably didn't need a bra but it looked good. She started to dress.

"I'd suggest the two of you play with the dildo and vibrator a couple of times, before you let him fuck you. Pardon my language."

She smiled.

"That's alright. I spent a few years in the army before I met Richard. I've heard a lot worse. Although I tend not to use it myself. Some of the girls were revolting."

I washed and wiped the toys and found a bag for her to take them home in. She left happy but perhaps still a little apprehensive, about doing anal with his cock. For my part, I got to watch another woman have an orgasm. Richard should have been braver and talked to her years ago.

In the afternoon I got an update from Maureen. They had spent some time with Antonia's parents. They had gone to dinner with an overnight stay, so that they could both have some wine, with the meal. As the evening wore on, innuendo's and double entendres from Maureen, seemed not to phase them. Victoria's mum actually joining in, to some extent. At night, they heard some noises from next door, so decided to match the action. Both women had cum quite loudly. In the morning, nods, winks and smiles were exchanged but nothing was said. Antonia's parents didn't seem to be the cause of Greg's problems. Was her parents loud sex, the problem itself? Had it put her off?

Tuesday. Time for my next experiment with bondage and spanking. Harry had the bed set up, cuffs and ropes ready. The large black vibrator on the bed. He twisted the base, still working.

"You don't mind using Alice's vibrator?"

"No. I've been in contact with enough women's pussies to not be bothered."

He tied me, spread eagled, face down on the bed. The vibrator was placed against my pussy and turned on low.

"Sucking off the valet's cock. Naughty girl. You know that all of the female staff belong to the master."

His hand and the slipper were applied to my bum.

"Getting fucked by the butcher's delivery boy and the gamekeeper, is the final straw."

A couple of swishes on each buttock with the ruler. That still hurt. The vibrator turned up. Full or nearly there.

"Time for you to learn your lesson."

Pressure on the bed. A lubed cock assaulted my anus. He fucked me hard. Thankfully, his size made this pretty comfortable. The vibrator against my pussy and his dick gave me a great orgasm. The same for him, if the amount of cum leaking from me, was anything to go by. I had to admit, the added language made the experience much more enjoyable. I began to wonder what it would be like with Rachel's friend Violet.

Time to reassess my priorities?

A little bit has changed over the past month or so. A lot of pairing off or grouping together of the convent set, had occurred recently. Like Ruth and Victoria but they weren't the only ones. The parties at Ellen and Maisie's had dwindled, to almost nothing. Once you've seen or had everything or everyone, the novelty wears off.

At least for the time being, Richard was only having sex with Doris. She came to visit from time to time. After I had used the dildo in her bum, she and Richard had done it a few times more. She had taken the full length and girth of the toy, a couple of times. Richard had used his fingers and the bullet to give her orgasms each time. They were now having anal sex about once a week. As for blowjobs. He had pulled out once, cumming all over her face. He had apologised a lot, but she could tell it excited him. For her part, she now preferred to swallow. I wondered how long it would be, before they roped in Harry for some double penetration.

Greg's problems are still not resolved. Personally, I don't think they can be, other than by professional counselling. All that can be done, is to mitigate the effects. Maureen and Cliff now let him watch them, in their bedroom and on the swing. He carried on using his plugs and would masturbate, while he watched. Maureen told me, that he had cum on her face, which she wasn't happy about. She wasn't so bothered, about him doing it on her tits and ass. I had intervened. It seemed to have become my role, to bring like minded parties together. I took him to see Ellen, at the big house. His golf game was probably suffering, due to these supposed rounds, at the course. He was pretty surprised, that the dirty old lady actually lived in such a place. Ellen told me later, that he was visiting fairly regularly, sometimes just with her and sometimes with Pat pegging him. After leaving him in Ellen's not to tender care, I went to see how Maisie was doing.

The answer was good and bad. She was missing the parties. Not surprising really, as she was used to plenty of time, with Ruth squashing her face. I had been away and otherwise engaged with Doris and exploring BDSM with Harry. She had spent most of her time masturbating. She and Ellen had gone back to earlier times, masturbating together and having oral sex with each other. Something they hadn't done in ages. I wondered, if I should ask how the therapy was going but decided against it, in case it wasn't having the desired result. Not shy as usual. She told me anyway. Early days but Ellen had inserted a finger, followed by a thumb, while she went down on her. She had even cum.

"I'm not looking to follow Ellen's slack assed habits. Or you, Ruth and Theresa. A blokes dick is never going in there. If I can get back to what I did before, that will be enough."

I supplemented my time with Harry, by continuing to satisfy Maisie's strangulation fetish.

Such is life in a quiet rural village. Outwardly, prim and proper. Below the surface a hotbed of liaisons and sexual excess.