Roger Pt. 03

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

This is a continuation of my Roger series, reading the earlier parts will help set the scene

"We need you to step things up with Pete and Annette."

"Oh, really?" I was a bit pissed off. I mean, fucking spooks are just a load of crooks themselves. Basically if I do not do what they tell me to do, then they will ruin my life, and possible the life also of the few people I care about.

"Yes. Accordingly you will be working from home this afternoon."

"Oh, doing what?"

"Do you really think we give a shit what? As far as your staff are concerned you will be working from home. When you get home you will find that Pete and Annette are also home. Hopefully you can engage with them."

I hated the spooks with a passion that was possibly unequalled. I rang Ronnie before I left the office.

"So, what is happening with your mum?"

"Well, hopefully, I won't need to go down there tonight."

"That's good."

"Yes, it gets tiring, keep going down the motorway."

"Well yes, and worrying about your mum will add to you feeling tired."

"Shall we go over the road for a carvery? That way if you do have to go to your mum at the last minutes, not a problem food wise, and if you don't, then easy in terms of clearing up etc."

"Yes, okay, that's a good idea."

So, everything okay there, setting the scene or ordinariness was crucial when practicing deceit. I packed up the laptop and a few papers and folders, told the team I would see them in the morning, and left.

I had the radio playing quite loud with the windows open when I drove past Pete and Annette's, in the hopes that they would notice I was home. I stripped off and ran the shower. The door knocked. I threw a robe on and went down and answered.

"Hello Pete, I was just about to go in the shower."

"Well now, that is good timing. Are you finished for the day?"

"Well, I am supposed to be working from home, but I don't know if I can be arsed to be honest."

"Could I perhaps suggest a different way to spend the afternoon?"

"And what would that be?"

"Annette and I are having a friend over, actually she is due any minute, she would probably love to meet you."

"Oh, well I need a shower and put some clean clothes on, I will pop around in a few minutes then, okay?"

"Yes, oh, by the way, we don't use names, okay?"

Well, that suited me down to the bloody ground.

"Oh? Okay then, right."

I went back up and showered, making sure to thoroughly rinse off any residue of shower gel, believe me it can be quite unpleasant to get a gobbet of gel as you run your tongue sensuously through someone's crevice. Linen shirt, boxers and chino's, sandals and I locked up and went next door and knocked. Annette opened the door and ushered me in with a finger to her lips. She held my hand and took me into her back room.

"We will undress here," she whispered quietly taking her robe off, "and then go up. Please try not to say anything, but you can do anything, okay?"

"Yes" I whispered back as I undressed, "anything to anyone?"

"Yes, but really the guest should be the focus."

"I just thought it might be more fun to fuck Pete's wife."

"We can do that anytime lover, with or without him, today we have a treat, you will enjoy her."

Both naked we went up stairs and into their play room. There was a woman laying on the bed, her breasts were tied up in rope, squeezed tight they bulged looking blue and sore. There was a peg on each nipple. Her wrists were tied together and the rope went up to a pulley above the bed. I noticed a lashing point on the wall. I looked at Pete and Annette, they just shrugged.

I took the rope and slowly pulled, lifting her arms above her shoulders, and then the rope got heavy, I was lifting her weight and she started to moan as her shoulders took the strain. I pulled more, her back was off the bed, her arms stretched high above her. I tied the rope to the lanyard leaving her partially suspended. There was a selection of straps and buckles at one side of the playroom, I took a strap and slapped it across her stomach.

She cried out, I slapped again, two red wheals in the shape of an x came up across her stomach. Annette passed me a small pointed probe tool. She put her fingers to her mouth and then showed me a wheel control on the side. Annette then placed the point on the woman's clitoris and rolled the thumbwheel. The woman gurgled and spasmed and peed, and lay sobbing as she convulsed, her fanny opening and closing, an orgasm rippling through her.

'Electric' Annette mouthed. I nodded. As I stood Pete got onto the bed and straddled the woman, her mouth was just at the right height, and he pushed his cock into her mouth, the woman sucking and slurping as he fucked her mouth. I felt a hand on my cock, Annette had me in hand and was giving me a slow wank as her husband fucked the woman's mouth. I turned to her and ran my finger along her slit, feeling her wetness, rubbing the bump of her clitoris. I realised I still had the strap in my hand.

I grabbed Annettes hand and turned her quickly around, grabbing her other arm and binding them with the strap. I forced her to her knees and using a second strap I bound her wrists to her ankles, and then tipped her forward, her head to the floor, her arse in the air. I knelt behind her and spit on my cock and pushed straight between her fat fanny lips, fucking deep into her. Pete looked over his shoulder and smiled and raised a thumb.

I fucked deep and hard, knowing that this must be uncomfortable for Annette, her head pressed on the floor, her arms forced backwards, and I didn't care. I stopped short of climaxing, I didn't feel particularly 'potent' and would probably be mister limp for quite a while after I ejaculated, and there was no hurry. I might yet abuse Pete, that would be a laugh. I pulled out and left Annette bound on the floor and contemplated my likely success at catching Pete unawares.

Little chance. Pete stood back, I gestured about picking up Annette and putting her on the bed to lick the other woman. He helped me pick her up and we placed her kneeling in front of the woman, and the way Annette was tied, all she could do was lay against the woman's crotch. I had a strap in my hand and was about to give Annette a strap slap when I saw my chance. Pete had his hands behind his back as he watched his wife work the other woman's fanny. I quickly slipped the strap around his wrist and secured it, and then by tapping the back of his knees, I got him on the floor. I strapped his ankles together and slipped the strap through the wrist restrain. He was tied like a bunny, what to do with him?

I absolutely did not want to touch him in any way, but I was very aware of the role I was supposed to be playing, and I was supposed to become a fully-fledged swinger into bondage and fucking just about anything. I decided that sucking his cock was a step too far for me, but there were other things I could do. I rocked him forward so he was on his head and knees. I ran my hand along his buttocks and then reached around him and grabbed his cock.

That bought me closer to him than I had intended, and my cock was caught underneath him, and as I wanked his cock my hand was hitting the end of my cock, a very bizarre sensation, I was wanking a cock and didn't have the sensation of it, but I had the stimulation at the end of the stroke. Looking down I could see his arse just above my cock and as I leant back my cock rode up his arse cheeks. I mentally swallowed and then decided to go for it. I got up and got the lube from the side and gave my cock a good coating. I knelt back behind him and pressed my cock at his arse and pushed, with my eyes shut and tried to imagine it was a woman's arse, not Pete's.

I pushed and at first there was resistance, and I thought that nothing would come of it and that I would have to finger his arse first, to get him open and ready, and then his muscle relaxed and my cock slipped in and pushed all the way up to my balls, Jesus that was a shock. He was surprisingly tight, tighter than Annette and also tighter than Rene or Gill, in fact, his arse was the tightest I had ever fucked.

In that it was the first male arse I had little to compare to in terms of men, but I really did expect, what with his lifestyle, that his arse would be looser, well fucked already. I pulled back almost out and then pushed in hard again, and again and again. He was squeezing me so hard I knew that I would not last long, and again, I didn't want to cum yet. I reached around and with my left hand talking my weight, I took his cock in my right and wanked.

It felt very weird. As I wanked his cock his arse muscles flexed and as I was buried deep in him, every move of his muscles felt like a move of mine and it felt like I was wanking myself. I tried to divorce the sensations from my cock and tried to think more of revenge and humiliating him, rather than pleasuring him and me. I squeezed his shaft hard and wanked as fast as I could, a full length of travel on his cock, white knuckles as I worked to make him cum.

I felt his arse tighten even more and his back seemed to spasm and then I saw all of his muscles go tight and a groan escaped from him, and I realised he had ejaculated. I let go of his cock, amused that because of the angle he was at his come had splattered his own face. I wondered if his mouth had been open at the instant he spurted, that would have been delicious. I fucked a couple of times hard into his arse and then pulled out.

I actually really did not want to cum in his body. I left him on his head and knees and went to the bathroom and washed my cock. I didn't know if they did arse to mouth, the thought revolted me, but then, having a cock in a blokes arse used to revolt me, now, it was just a fuck. But I hadn't asked them, so, in deference to them I washed my cock. Back in the playroom Pete had rolled onto his side and was trying to free himself. He looked at me as I walked in and I shook my head and wagged a finger.

I pulled Annette up and off the woman and put her on the floor by Pete, his cock just a lick away. It would be up to them how they completed that manoeuvre. I got on the bed and fisted my cock into the woman's mouth. She got the idea quickly and worked on my cock, licking and sucking, and as I looked over my shoulder I saw Annette had the end of Pete's hard again cock in her mouth. I met Pete's eye and as I fucked the woman's mouth I reached under and played with my balls and ran a finger along my arse.

The woman was very skilful, and she had me quickly on the brink, I put both hands on the wall above the bed and started to lose myself, imagining it was Gill that was sucking me, and a smile of joy hit my face as I ejaculated down an unknown woman's face.

I let her lick and suck me clean, then I pulled away and got off the bed. I undid Annette's restraints first, amused that she just used her free hand to hold Pete's cock and wank him as she sucked. I undid Pete's restraints and gave him a friendly slap on the back and left them to it. I dressed in the other room and let myself out and went home.

Gillian was at work for the next few days, and so we couldn't get any time together and I was not fussed whether I ran into Pete or Annette, Rene was an area I was trying to go slow on and Pati was just too fucking distant at the moment. Life has these little moments of co-incidence that take you by surprise. I was thinking about phoning Joyce when she sent me a text. 'call if u can'

"Hello Joyce, how are things?"

"Things are good. I have something I want to ask you, a favour really."

"Okay, well, if I can, you know I would be happy to help."

"Can you come round and have coffee, it will be just coffee, I have a friend coming over who I want you to meet."

"Okay, should I be worried at all about your friend? Is he going to exact some diabolical revenge for something that I don't realise I have done?"

"Silly man. No, just come around please."

"Okay, now?"

"Yes."

So, Ronnie was going straight to her Mothers, so she wouldn't be back until around ten, so, why not, it was an easy way to lose some hours. I decided to walk, locked up the house and headed off.

"Roger, a minute, please." Shit, it was Annette.

"Hello Annette, how's things?"

"Do you realise what you did?"

"What do you mean, what I did?"

"Well, apart from being totally amazing and giving us the most amazing session, but you took Pete's cherry. He doesn't quite know what to think. Nothing bad, just, it wasn't quite how he imagined it happening."

"Oh." I thought about that for a minute. "So, let me guess, he is quite happy to rape other peoples arse's, but never had a dick up his own arse. How did he think it would happen?"

"Well, actually, he had no idea. The fucking other people's arses is just a power thing, he just never expected anyone to have that power over him. How did you feel?"

"Well, if you really must know, I shut my eyes and imagined it was you."

"Oh God, how kinky, I am so wet just thinking about you fucking my husband in the arse whilst you fantasise it is me. God, that is so hot."

"Good, look, I have to go, I am being picked up at the end of the road, I'll catch you later. Go give Pete a wank for me, bye." I walked off before she could say anymore.

I walked around the corner and out of sight do my best to rid myself of the mental image of Pete's arse. As I walked up to Joyce's door it opened, she had been watching for me.

"Come in Roger, how are you?" She kissed my cheek as I entered and I returned the peck a I slipped my shoes off.

"I am well Joyce, you are looking very well turned out as always, I feel quite scruffy in my polo shirt."

"Stuff and nonsense. Now, come in and meet Christine."

"Lead on, white no sugar."

"Cheeky." We went through to the sitting room. Sat in the single chair, Joyce has a 3,2,1 settee arrangement, was a woman, a little younger perhaps than me, certainly younger than Joyce. Beautifully attired in a plain blue low cut dress, blond hair in a mid length cut, with sad looking blue eyes and a slightly masculine look to her. Not ugly or plain, just, well, an edge of masculinity that I couldn't quite shake.

I walked up and bent forward and kissed her cheek. "Hello, I'm Roger, and you must be Christine, well Joyce has told me so little about you that we can sit and get acquainted whilst she makes us delicious coffee. I have mine white with no sugar by the way."

"My God Roger," Joyce said, "give the poor woman a bloody chance. Chrissy, another coffee?"

"Yes please." Her voice was deep and very sexy, and I began to wonder if she used to be a he, I had seen photo's of some of the Thai Lady Girls, all woman up top, all boy down below, and I had to be honest, they still looked masculine even with an impressive cleavage, and Christine certainly had the masculine look and sound. I looked at her throat, no Adam's Apple, interesting.

"So Christine, how long have you known Joyce and where have you been hiding?"

"I have known Joyce for more years than I care to think of, let's leave it at that. You, how long have you known her?"

"Oh a while, but perhaps not as long as you. We meet at a street party a while ago, and then I helped her fix her wardrobe door."

She laughed, a deep laugh full of melody. "God she never changes. That old one. I sure that you were able to help her out."

I laughed too, "Oh, she has used it before has she? Well, I thought it quite a neat trick to be honest. So, come on, what other tricks can you reveal?"

"Oh, no, that wouldn't be right, I couldn't do anything like that."

"Well, let us not worry about that, tell me about you, where you live, are you married or single, where do you like to holiday, that sort of thing."

"No. You tell me about you. You tell me one thing, and I will tell you the same thing about me, you start."

"Oh, okay." I called through to Joyce, "Looks like truth or dare, if you want to come and play when you bring the COFFEE in." I emphasised the coffee, talking always gave me a dry throat.

"Right Christine. Technically I am married."

"What do you mean technically? You are either married or you are not."

"I have a wife, we live in the same house, but separate beds in separate bedrooms. We do not have sexual relations."

"With each other or with anyone?"

"Cheeky question, but I think by your rules you have to tell me about your husband or boyfriend or girlfriend situation, then I will answer that and then you will have to answer the same question."

"No one in my life. That answers both questions"

"Okay, Christine, I have to say that I find it quite incredible, you are beautiful," well a little exaggeration never hurt any one in my view. "I would expect there to be a queue of men, and probably a few women too, waiting to take you out and seduce you."

Joyce came in with the coffees. "That has never been her problem," Joyce said. "It is always a little later,"

"Joyce, please, no." Christine interrupted, "you promised."

"Chrissy, what I told you was that I knew a guy who would absolutely help you out. He can't help you out if you don't talk to him."

At this point I am beginning to think that what we might have here is a middle aged virgin who wanted to get laid but was too scared to go beyond the first stage of a relationship. I needed to know more.

"Girls, hush. Now, Christine, you are currently not in a relationship nor having sex. I assume that has not always been the case? My God, listen to us, I cannot believe I just asked that question of you. Christine feel free to get up and slap my face, I was very rude." I hoped I had a twinkle in my eyes and a dimple in my cheek, I was trying to make light whilst getting the answers I wanted.

"So, no, you tell me, how many relationships have you had? Are you in one right now apart from your wife, you tell me." She paused a sipped at her coffee, "then I might tell you something."

I wasn't sure how much Joyce knew, so I wanted to be careful about how much to reveal.

"Well, there is a lovely lady I know who suffers an occasional wardrobe malfunction, I think that we share a relationship." I took a sip of my coffee.

"Is that it? I don't believe it is. If you expect me to think about talking about me, you have to talk about you."

"Okay Christine. Well, okay. I have a relationship with my neighbours."

"Both of them?"

"Yes."

"Good God, how does that work?"

"Well, we, well, look, I don't really like going into the full technical details."

Joyce looked at me, quite sternly and then put her cup down in a very deliberate way. "Spill the beans Roger. Believe me, after what I have seen, nothing is going to surprise me, and Chrissy needs to believe that you are being candid with her."

"We have sex, I mean, what more do you need to know?"

"With him as well as her?"

"Yes."

"How does that work, do you both do it to her, or what, please, tell me, I do not understand."

"Well, it is simple, yes we both have sex with her, but obviously that is not all we have done."

"Well it isn't obvious to me, I mean, have you. You know, done it with him, the whole thing?"

"Joyce, what is going on here? This feels a bit like an interrogation, no offence Christine, but I have just met you and we are talking some very personal and private things, and what I answer could be damaging to my home life and work life."

"Roger, this is just us three, please, be honest, if Chrissy can trust you enough, then you may be able to help her, but she needs trust."

"Okay." I took a deep breath. "Okay Christine, yes I have had sex with both of my neighbours. I didn't mean for that, I thought that I was just having an affair with her, but he walked in on us, they had planned for that to happen."

"God, what did you think? Were you scared you were going to get beaten up?"

"Well, no, I was actually tied up at the time, this neighbour, she like a little bondage, and she had tied me up, and so I was not really in a position to say anything." Christine looked at me and her eyes would be on stalks if this were a cartoon. "So, what happened then?"

"In a nutshell, without all the full details, she got underneath me and he put my cock inside her. He then lubricated my backside and fucked me whilst I fucked her."

"Wow, that must have been incredible."

"Well, I can't say that was how I felt. More recently I reversed roles and fucked him whilst his wife sucked him."

"Are you gay?"

"Jesus, where did that come form? No, no, absolutely not, I love women far too much to leave them out of my life."

"What about men? Could you have a relationship with just a man?"

Ahah, were we getting to the nub of things? I was again coming round to the idea that she was a man down below and that he/she was having a transgender moment.

"Well, I don't know. I have no desire to see my neighbour on his own, I have no problem with threesomes and I don't have a problem with who puts what where, but just a twosome with a man? Don't know, I don't like to rule anything out."

"So, if in a threesome the other man wanted you to suck him, you would do that?"

"As I said, I don't have a problem with who put what where."

I finished my coffee and looked back at Christine. "Okay," I continued, "I have told you about me, what about you? Would you have a problem with, for example, licking and sucking a woman's fanny?"

"I will answer that, but not just yet, okay, please."

"Okay, I don't know what to say, all I can tell you is how it is. For me, sex is a thing to be enjoyed and embraced, and quite frankly I really have no hang ups. I will absolutely not entertain sex with children or animals, that is just the way it is, that turns me off big time. I also am not particularly interested in sadism or painful sex. Sex is a beautiful thing and if it happens that everyone concerned fucks everyone one concerned, then what is the harm? I don't understand what is going on here."

Joyce took the cups and walked back towards the kitchen, talking as she went.

"Roger, you remember my problem, the one that you helped me with?"

God, that could be almost anything, I didn't dare guess, I did not want to mention the rape in case she was on about something else. "Which one?"

"When I shaved."

"Oh, yes, of course, sorry." Bloody good job I did not take about her rape then.

"Well, explain to Chrissy whilst I make fresh coffee. "

Christine looked at me, I wondered how much detail I should give, I decided probably all of it. "Joyce, when I met her wardrobe, was a particularly hairy woman."

"Yes," Christine said, "I know she is." Aha, I thought, you haven't seen her recently. "That hair basically covered up her crotch, hiding what was beneath. She had seen that I shaved my self, that I was without hair, and she decided that she would cut all her hair off. So she did and she had a real shock when she revealed herself."

"How much of a shock?"

"Put it like this. When you see nude women on TV they tend to be still of a particular type, the type that has small vagina lips, and so all that is seen on tv is often laughingly referred to as a 'front bottom'. Joyce looked at herself and thought that she was deformed."

"Why, what could she possibly reveal just be shaving a few hairs off?"

"Well, as I said to her, nothing unusual, in fact, something quite wonderful, but she was worried that she was deformed. He clitoris stands a little proud and so peeks out, and her inner fanny lips are large, and they peek out too. Because we are a prudish nation and still try to hide sexuality, women like that are never shown nude on tv. I have known a number of women like that, and I told her that she was normal, and showed her how much more sensitive and fun it is for her being built the way she is."

Joyce walked back in and gave me a coffee, and a kiss on my lips. She then passed Christine another coffee. "Yes Chrissy, he fucked me stupid and I came so much I peed myself. I now shave every day and love how I am, love how I look."

"Well, It isn't the same for me."

"Rubbish."

I wondered what was going on here. There was something, I just had no idea what, I was beginning to suspect that she was not a ladyboy after all."

"Christine, I don't understand what is going on here. A woman is a woman, there are a lot of variations on shape and sizes of boobs and fannies, none of them make a woman any more or less a woman. I presume that you have a fanny, I mean I can't see it so can only assume, I can see your boobs, so what is the problem? You look every inch a woman to me."

She was very quiet and looked at the carpet. Joyce spoke up. "Yes Roger, she has got a fanny. It is what else she has that is her problem."

"I have no idea what you can mean. Fanny's come in all shapes and sizes. I knew a girl once with a very large clitoris, I have know women with thin scrawny fanny lips, but at the end of the day, a fanny is a fanny."

"I have a penis."

Okay, that I wasn't expecting. "What do you mean? Your clitoris is big and looks like a penis? I told you I knew a girl like that, never affected her at all."

"No, I have a penis as well as my vagina."

"Wow, how fantastic is that?" I didn't know what else to say. I knew that I had to be careful, it was obvious that she was freaked about something, and I remember how freaked Joyce was when she shaved herself, and it was nothing like as boggling as having both a fanny and a cock."

"It is not fantastic at all."

"Sorry, it was just my first reaction, wow. I didn't mean to offend."

"So, it wouldn't turn you off then?"

"Hell no, why would it?"

"Because every boyfriend I have ever had has run a mile when he found out."

"That is their problem."

"Yes, but it has become my problem. I end up getting close to someone and then we get close enough to be intimate and they discover I am a freak and they run a mile."

"Okay, alright, look, answer me this. Do you have periods?"

"Yes."

Well, at least you have something to tie the string of your tampon to' I thought, but did not dare say.

"Do you have testicles to go with your penis?"

"No."

"Okay, personal question. Do you ejaculate?"

"Yes."

"So, your penis gets hard and you can ejaculate, but with out testicles you are not fertile as a man, but as you menstruate, my guess is that you are fertile as a woman." I stopped to think a little. Christine just looked at the carpet. "I thought that parents usually had these little problems dealt with at birth, as soon as they saw whether the child favoured being a boy or a girl, then they would have corrective surgery."

"Mine didn't."

"Obviously. If it upsets you so much, have you considered it?"

"No. It doesn't upset me; it upsets my boyfriends. I am a freak, but I am what I am, and I love that I have both, I just hate that I cannot get into a proper relationship."

"You are not going to like what I am going to say."

"Say it."

"There are plenty of women who don't have a penis that can't get into a proper relationship; the fact that you have one isn't the problem."

"Okay clever clogs, what is it then?"

"Well, the first problem is that you didn't meet me years ago, because we would still be happy together if we had meet. Doesn't faze me in the slightest, I think it is cool. Second problem is that all the blokes that you happen to have met just happen to have been the wrong bloke. No matter how much you like a bloke, if he can't cope with something that makes you different from most other people then that is his problem not yours. God, I wish I had met you years ago."

"Why, so you could play kinky games with me, is that it, is that what I am to you, a sex toy?"

"Well, definitely no to the second part of the question, no, not just a sex object. You don't know me very well, if you did, then you would know that isn't part of my makeup. As to the first part, games that two people enjoy are not kinky."

"Well, I am telling you I am deformed and it wouldn't be right, no matter when we met. Now or then. Every bloke runs a mile."

"Okay, right let us settle this. I will turn my back. If both of you take your knickers off, you don't have to see each other, and then stand next to each other, pull your dresses up over your back, and lean forward. I will show you Christine that you are normal. I will turn around, just tell me when you are ready."

"You will see my bottom."

"Yes Christine and I will also see Joyces." I turned around and listened as they moved around and clothes rustled.

"We are ready," Joyce said.

I turned. In front of me were two beautiful peaches. Two bottoms each with a beautiful ripe fanny below it. I took a photo with my Iphone. "God ladies, that is such a sight for sore eyes, my God is that ever a beautiful sight."

"Can we stand up yet?" Christine asked.

"Yes and then come and sit by me on the sofa."

I sat in the middle of the three seater, meaning that they would have to sit either side of me. Joyce sat to my left, Christine to my right. I showed them the photograph on my Iphone.

"Now that ladies, is a wonderful sight, I can see nothing wrong with that view, and it certainly got my pulse racing. I tell you, that is beautiful and can you see anything untoward with anything on that picture."

"You are such a man," Joyce said, "How is that a beautiful sight?"

"My God Joyce that is absolutely stunning, it made me rock hard in seconds, two fannies on display, ripe and ready. They are so inviting. What do you think Christine?"

"That side isn't the problem."

"I know that, what I am showing you is that the part of you that makes you a woman likes just like another woman, another woman who I happen to know is all woman. I am telling you that is a real turn on."

"And I am telling you it is the other side that isn't."

I put my hand on her leg, fingers slightly under the hem of her dress. "Are you sure, how do you know?"

"Please." She said. I slid my hand along her leg under the dress, she made no attempt to move away, and I was sure that Joyce was watching with interest. My fingers slid up further and I encountered the familiarity of a fanny, a moist fanny. I ran a finger down between her lips, dipping into her fanny hole and then up and rubbed her clitoris and she gasped a little.

"Don't please" she said, I ignored her and slid my hand further and encountered a cock, a good sized cock just above her fanny. It was hard and standing proud, I rolled my fingers around it and gave it a wank, and then slid down to her fanny and pressed at her clitoris before holding and wanking her cock again. My next move surprised even me. I bent to her lap, pulled her dress up out of the way, licked and sucked her clitoris, and run I sucked her cock. I slipped two fingers down her fanny lips and penetrated her whilst I sucked and lapped at her cock. It felt really weird, and as I wanked her cock, it pulled her fanny and tightened her fanny hole. Incredible.

"Oh my god," she said.

"God, that makes me so hot," Joyce said and I heard the rustle of her clothes, I assumed that she had a hand up her dress. I was too busy with Christine. I stopped sucking her cock and worked at her clitoris, my right hand slow wanking her, finger on my left hand in her fanny and my tongue sucking and nibbling at her clit, chewing and pulling with my teeth.

I heard Joyce start panting and groaning, and it seemed to take Christine over too, her fanny squeezed and her cock seemed to get even harder and she let out a cry, a gasp and she flooded my face, I lapped and drank as much as I could, she laughed and cried at the same time, soaking me as her orgasm took her by surprise, her bladder gushing through her fanny, not as I had expected, out of her cock.

I got up off my knees and smiled at Christine and then at Joyce.

"Oh God, my dress is all wet," Christine said, "It'll stain, and your settee. Oh God I am sorry."

Joyce looked at the semi hard cock nestling above Christine's fanny. "It is not a problem. Come in the kitchen and we will sponge it clean. The settee is due a clean anyway. I can give Roger a bowl and a sponge, he won't mind, I think he was the cause anyway," and she laughed.

Well, that was different. Sucking a cock and fingering a fanny was odd, very odd, and I so wanted to fuck her, and perversely, I wanted her to fuck me as well, it was surreal to say the least. Joyce came back in with a bowl of water, a flannel and a towel. "I am sure you know what to do," she said and then went back into the kitchen. As I cleaned the settee, I wondered how she went on holiday, she would look odd on the beach, that was not a tiny deformed cock, it was a proper full sized one, you couldn't hide it in a bikini.

In fact, clothing in general must be difficult, if ever she got a stiffy, it would stick out, it didn't look out of place on a bloke, but on a woman, it would just look wrong. Having finished the clean up I picked the bowl up and walked through to the kitchen. Christine was standing there in just her bra, her dress was, presumably sponged, hanging on the back of a chair. Joyce was holding Christine's cock which was hard again.

I put the bowl down and Joyce quickly let go. "Don't Joyce, I have an idea. Take your dress of too." She looked at me and at Christine. "Well, compared to Christine, you are over dressed," I said. She undid the little zip at the side and the dress dropped allowing her to step out of it. Christine looked more closely at Joyce's fanny, from the front her lips were more prominent, and her clitoris was pink and proud.

"Go on Christine, seriously, touch it. It may look a little different from yours, but touch it, feel it, you will see that her fanny bits are the same as yours."

She tentatively put out a finger and just touched Joyce's clitoris, and then ran a finger between her fanny lips. I went and walked close to them and whispered in Joyce's ear.

"God, isn't this hot. Don't you want a cock in you now, don't you want to be fucked? To feel a cock slide in and out of your fanny? Are you wet Joyce? Is your fanny hot and ready?"

"Oh God Roger," she gasped back, "yes, fuck me, please."

"Don't tell me," I said and put Joyce's hand back on Christine's cock. I whispered in Christine's ear, "turn her round, Christine, fuck her, use your cock and fuck her."

"I can't do that," she said, "I just can't."

I turned Joyce around and bent her forward so that her fanny was facing backwards. I took Christine's finger and ran it up and down between Joyce's fanny lips. "Feel how wet she is Christine, she is ready for you, she wants you to fuck her, use your cock." I pushed Christine a little closer so that her cock was pushing at Joyce.

I held her cock and slid it up and down between Joyce's fanny lips and then whispered to Christine, "Push Christine, fuck her, push your cock inside her, fuck her." She flexed her hips and her cock disappeared and Joyce let out a gasp and gripped hard on the sink edge, her knuckles hard and white as she took the cock. Christine was not really doing much, I suspected more from uncertainty of what this all meant. I decided to help her.

I stood behind her and whispered in her ear. "Lean forward a little." She leant forward a little, her hands next to Joyce. I fisted my cock and pushed into her fanny, oh it felt good, there was no way of knowing that there was a cock attached, all I could feel was a fanny surrounding me."

"Oh god Christine you are such a hot woman, my God." I started to fuck her, pulling back and pushing in, pulling almost out and then hard in, my cock rubbing along inside her fanny, my foreskin rolling back as I pushed in. As far as I could feel, this was a totally normal cunt, and I was loving it. I fucked her hard, almost forgetting that Joyce was infront of Christine, that Christine was impaled inside Joyce, I just fucked a fanny, and I fucked hard, a slap, slap, slap as my pubis slapped against her buttocks.

I realised that there were gasps from both Christine and Joyce, that as I fucked hard into Christine it must have been having a knock on effect inside Joyce and that began to drive me beyond control. I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to. The slapping got louder and faster, my cock was pulsing and my balls tightened up hard and I ejaculated, quite hard and the air wooshed out of me as I shot ropes of my cream inside Christine.

"Oh my God, oh my God." That was me, I heard myself calling out as my orgasm rocked through me, and eventually I slowed and stood utterly exhausted, my cock losing size and being squeezed out of Christine's fanny.

"Phew," I said as I stepped back and sat on one of Joyce's kitchen chairs. "Wow," I was gasping to get my breath back and I watched as Christine picked up her pace and started a fast fuck of her own. It was extremely strange watching her arse, complete with fanny, moving back and forth as she fucked Joyce and as Christine started to grunt and groan, her fanny started to pucker and a large glob of my come squirted out and then she made a eurgh noise and I think she came, she held herself hard up against Joyce, slowly pulled back and then pushed in again.

"Oh shit. Oh my" She said and lay over Joyce's back, Joyce just leaning over the sink work top, gasping and panting.

"That has to be the most erotic moment I have ever experienced in my life." Joyce said. "To think we have known each other all these years and I have never even seen your penis hard, and now, wow. Wow, wow, wow."

"You are not angry with me?"

"God no, no way, that was incredible."

"I wasn't going to, I wasn't."

"I'm bloody glad that you did."

I didn't know where to put myself. Should I cuddle Christine, and risk upsetting Joyce, or should I cuddle Joyce and risk alienating Christine. Joyce solved the issue. "Come on, I need you both upstairs in my bed, now. I want a great big cuddle and then we will see where this goes."

I picked my trousers and pants up and went upstairs, I took my polo off and lay on the bed waiting for the women. Christine entered first, closely followed by Joyce. Christine turned from me and took her bra off. It was still very strange seeing a well endowed woman with a fanny and a cock as well as a nice rack. Very odd. She came and sat on the bed. Joyce removed her dress and her bra and then walked around and sat on the other side of the bed, and then lay down, a hand on my cock which was still only sporting a semi, that orgasm having taken a fair amount out of me.

"Come on Chrissy," Joyce said, "lay down."

"I am not sure. This is all so odd." Christine said, "What we just did was weird, and I mean weird, I am not sure how I feel." I put an arm up and pulled Christine down onto the bed, rolled to her and kissed her. I then rolled onto my back.

"How did you feel, in the Kitchen I mean?"

"I don't understand."

"Well, okay, I was fucking you, you were fucking Joyce, did one or the other feel better, worse, the same, what?"

"Oh." She was quiet and she turned to look at me and Joyce. I loved them both. I loved the feeling of you in me, that was the first time for me, properly I mean. I also loved being in Joyce and doing it to her. I don't prefer one or the other. That is wrong isn't it?"

"God no, I would have thought that was totally right. You have both sets of equipment, why shouldn't you enjoy both equally. Tell me, please, what have you done sexually?"

"Well, not much."

"What is not much?"

"Well, I obviously have given boyfriends a handjob, and I have sucked a few. It all goes wrong when they see what I have in my knickers."

"Never mind that, you said the first time for you properly. What did you mean by that?"

"When I was at college, I was keen on a boy we used to get quite steamy, and I managed to keep him happy by seeing to him, you know what I mean. There was a day, and I can describe the day, everything about it, we were at his house and his parents were out. I was laying on his bed, I had just used my mouth and thought I was safe, you know, and he started, saying that we were alone and we should do it properly. I kept saying no, I was not ready, but he kept pushing and pushing and then he put his hand on me and felt it. He freaked, shouting

"What are you, what kind of girl has tits and a knob?" He pushed me on the bed and pulled my knickers down from under my skirt. I was crying saying "stop it Steven, stop it, don't be horrible, I am just a girl, stop it." He didn't stop.

Bloody hell, this was getting heavy. "You don't have to say, I am sorry, I should have been more thoughtful." Christ, I hadn't expected that she would have been raped.

She ignored me and carried on. "He took his clothes off and pulled my blouse and bra off and pushed my skirt up. "If you're a girl, then we can fuck properly" he said and he lay on me and he forced himself in me. It hurt, but you know why, and he did it. The problem was I got hard because as he was pushing in me, he was rubbing at my penis as well. He stopped and shouted that it was like fucking a poufter, that I was queer and if I was queer then he didn't want to fuck my arse, even if it was on the wrong side of my body.

He just knelt over me and he made himself come all on my face. He told me to get up and get out, that we were finished, and that if I ever told anyone that he was a poufter he would beat me up and cut my tits off. As I was trying to get dressed he just gathered all my stuff and threw me out of his house. I couldn't even clean up. I managed to get dressed and wiped my face with my underwear, and I walked home. I didn't have my next two periods and I was sure that I was pregnant. I wasn't, but I thought that I was and I just never let anything get to that position again."

"Shit."

"Well, yes I suppose."

"I mean, really, shit He really managed to do a number on you didn't he. What a pillock. Did he spread any stories about you?"

"No I just always kept myself to myself. When asked out on a date or something, I said my boyfriend was in the army. I left college and then just got a job. I always where dark dresses for work, that way, no matter what happens, nothing is noticeable."

I turned to Joyce and mouthed 'bear with me' and then I went down and sucked Christines cock into my mouth. It just felt wrong on every level, sucking a cock, but it also felt the right thing to do. Her cock got hard and I stopped sucking and ran my tongue down her cock and then along her fanny slit. I sat back up and then kissed her mouth, rolled onto her and penetrated her fanny, my cock going all the way home, my balls nestling between her legs.

I began to fuck her, a slow fuck, and I was very aware of a hard cock between is. It reminded me of when Pete fucked me, this must be something like what he felt. I kissed her, my tongue probing and searching her mouth as I fucked her fanny and probably simultaneously wanked her cock.

"Does this feel good?" I asked her."

"Yes, very good." She replied and I started to go faster, to keep my body shallow so I was rubbing her cock, but fucking her deep. She began to pant a little and hold her breath, catching it after I had fucked in. She had her fingers gripping at my back and then she gurgled and she shot out of her cock, and I spread the cool wetness between us.

"Oh my God., I am sorry, I didn't mean, oh no."

"What the hell are you sorry for?"

"I shouldn't have done that, that is what Steven was afraid off, that I would do that. And I would have, wouldn't I? I would have if he had carried on."

"So what?"

"But you are in my vagina, my penis shouldn't do that."

"Why the hell not? Look, your body works in a different way. What just happened is perfectly natural, why would I be bothered?"

"I made a mess on you, I am sorry."

"Oh stop it, no need to be sorry. I have another embarrassing question. How do you pee?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I pee out of my cock, your cock, to all intents and purposes looks like mine. But earlier, in the living room, you didn't pee out of your cock, only your fanny. I just find that strange."

"Oh. Right. Well, I have to sit down for a pee. My pee comes out of both at the same time, but if my penis is hard, then I can't pee out of it."

"Aha, so, well there you are, you do have a mans plumbing as well. I can't pee out of my cock I have an erection. Look, you are both a man and woman at the same time. That is awesome. Do not ever, ever apologise for nature."

"I came, you didn't" She was quite right.

"No, but then I have two women in bed with me, it would not be fair to monopolise one over the other."

Joyce rolled to me and kissed my shoulder. "I thought that you had forgotten about me."

"Oh Joyce, I am sorry" Christine said before I could say anything. "perhaps I should go, so that you two can get it together."

"Oh no," Joyce said, "You are not getting away that easily."

"What do you mean?" Christine asked. Piggy in the middle me.

"Work it out. We have two vagina's and two penises between us, two into two works fine for me. Why should you rush off?"

"Oh."

"You have sucked a cock before, have you ever sucked a vagina before?"

"No."

"Well, now is the time to start."