eedless to say we did not begin our 'investment programme' that day. Instead we lounged around on the terrace and soaked up the sun. Neither Viktor nor Lidja was in evidence. Late in the afternoon, we went on our reconnaissance mission. As this was our first 'outing' we wanted to get a feel for the set-up. We started in the areas around the hotel then walked the half-mile or so to the main resort. On a tourist map we marked all the banks. There were a surprising number.
We ate relatively early in a beach-side restaurant. I was glad we did for it began to fill up as we were leaving. I could see why they called Lloret 'lively'. In the rapidly-falling dusk, the bars and discos were opening for business. Bright lights and loud music spilled across the streets along which crowds of young people promenaded, laughing and chatting in almost every European language.
"I feel like dancing," Lola announced.
"Good idea," Tonia agreed. "Let's go back and put our glad-rags on."
I noticed an open Bureau de Change and changed some of Charles's money before we headed back to the hotel. While the ladies went up, I made some discreet enquiries about the best places to go.
"It depends on what sort of dancing you wish, señor," the waiter shrugged.
"Personally I would prefer something old-fashioned where you can hold your partner tightly," I grinned, miming a waltz. "But I expect the ladies would prefer something livelier."
His eyes flashed and his eyes glanced at the stairs. "I quite understand, señor," he beamed. He gave me a number of possible places and I slipped him €10.
If the ladies had looked sophisticatedly sexy last night, tonight they were dressed to kill. Tonia wore a tight skirt of flaming red so short it barely covered her crotch and a white crop top. Lola looked much more demure in a green wrap-around that at least covered part of her upper leg, until I realised it didn't wrap around much and every step she took revealed acres of smooth black thigh. On top she had a yellow blouse knotted around her midriff. Somehow they had managed to remove at least five years from their ages.
"You'll be the death of me," I said, pretending to mop sweat from my brow. "Can I ask a serious question? When I first met you, you were both serious minded career women. Now you're so hot I'd burn my fingers if I touched you. What happened?"
"You," they said in unison.
"Me? How?"
"Once upon a time we were serious minded career-women," Tonia said. "Then we met up with you. I don't understand why or how but you seem to have opened some sort of door; to have brought out something in us we didn't know existed. When we went shopping for this holiday we found ourselves buying all sorts of things we wouldn't have in the past. Why? Don't you like it?"
"I love it," I said with feeling. "I was just curious."
"I think you'll find that we're still serious minded," Lola added. "But right now we're on holiday and I want to go dancing."
The waiter I had spoken to earlier passed by as we were leaving. I grinned at him and shrugged. He grinned back and gave me a thumbs-up.
The town was even busier than it had been when we had left with hordes of people all bent on having a seriously good time. We didn't like the look of the first place the waiter had suggested so we strolled, arm-in-arm, to the next.
"Is sex included in tonight's agenda?" I asked, noticing a group of young French or Italian men with Latin good looks.
"Of course," Lola said with some surprise then, noticing the direction of my glance, "Oh, I see what you mean."
"Girls," Tonia said firmly although she went beet red. "Last night was fun but I really want you inside me. I feel very wicked and tonight I want girls. Young ones, like Harry."
Lola swallowed hard. "I don't know how far my lesbian tendencies stretch but, what the hell, you went along with me last night so girls it is."
I was dumbstruck. I really had awakened some sexual tigresses in these two. "You realise we don't have to go dancing to pick up girls?"
"Yes." Lola said decisively. "But dancing first. Then Tonia wants girls so girls it is."
I checked with Charles to make sure he could pick out bi-sexual girls and was reassured by his acerbic retort that of course he could but why bother. He could persuade any girl to be bi-sexual.
They liked the look of the second place so we went in. It was crowded and the atmosphere was already hot and heavy. I immediately broke out into a sweat and had to have Charles control it. The patrons seemed to be mainly in their late teens or early twenties but there were enough slightly older people so we didn't look too out of place. I bought a round of over-priced drinks.
"Right, you find us a couple of young, sexy girls," Lola said. "We're going to dance."
"But…"
"Go on. Shoo. Nobody's going to pick us up with you hanging over our shoulders."
"Charles," I thought urgently. "Can you extend your protection to them? Let me know if things get out of hand?"
"Yes. Why do you care so much about them? They're just females."
"You really haven't learned anything, have you? They're our meal ticket. Without them, I would probably end up in gaol or a lunatic asylum following your hare-brained schemes. Besides, and more importantly, I love them very much."
"You humans are pathetic. You make everything so pointlessly complicated."
I had drifted away to the far side of the bar and turned to watch Lola and Tonia. Sure enough, a couple of blonde hunks were already at their side. As I watched, they smiled at their suitors and allowed themselves to be escorted to the dance floor. If I had been expecting fireworks, I'd have been disappointed. There were no theatrics, no flashy manoeuvres, they simply danced. While it was always a pleasure to watch them, I left them to it and began to circulate looking for likely candidates.
There were plenty of attractive girls but none of them sparked any interest. Charles insisted I was much too picky. Then I spotted them - two French girls by their look; dark haired, brown eyes, light olive skin and with that look that is both haughty and sensual at the same time. They were dressed in fitted T-shirts and short, denim skirts. What is it about French women that allows them to wear the simplest of garments with a flair no other nationality can achieve? Whatever it is, these two had it in spades. The taller and more buxom girl's T-shirt proclaimed 'Je suis la biche' with a picture of a snarling dog, while the other's simply read 'FCUK off'. Not, perhaps, the most promising of signals but Charles definitely approved of my choice. The only problem was that they were with two boys, also French. I sensed, though, that they were not particularly attached. Perhaps Charles's influence was rubbing off.
"Now?" he asked.
"No. Let the ladies have their fun. Just keep an eye on them and let me know if they look like leaving. What about the boys?"
"They will not be a problem. I will tell them, as you so crudely put it, to fuck off."
"That's not very friendly. Why not persuade them they're better off somewhere else?" I looked around and noticed a group of rather inebriated English girls. "Tell them these girls would be much more interesting. And tell the girls the same thing."
"Pah. Sometimes you are too devious for your own good."
I sighed. "One day you'll learn it's better not to make an unnecessary enemy."
"Oh? As you were with the couple last night?"
"They were already enemies. You said so yourself. We merely muddied the waters a little."
"Hmph."
I found a relatively clear spot where I could watch the dance floor and soak up the atmosphere. The DJ was quite good, at least in my opinion. This being a holiday resort, the music wasn't as aggressively modern as it had been in the club back home. Perhaps I was getting old.
I could see Lola in the middle of the floor. With her skin colour she was easy to spot even in a crowd. She appeared to be having fun. Tonia I couldn't see at all. The French girls were still dancing with their boyfriends.
"Danger," Charles warned.
"Who? Where?"
"Your first woman. To the left."
"She has a name, you know."
I moved round until I could see Tonia. She had got rid of the blonde hunk and was now dancing with a very tall, broad-shouldered man with long black hair, bronzed skin and depressingly white teeth. He was easily six inches taller than me and out-weighed me by several stone. He was trying to pull Tonia into a close embrace and Tonia was not interested. Praying that Charles's protection would be sufficient, I wended my way between the dancers.
"Come, pretty lady. Carlos make you happy. Show you good time," I overheard him say.
"I'm having a good time," Tonia replied, pushing his hand away.
"Carlos show you better time," he said, his hand cupping her bottom.
"I doubt it," she replied, removing his hand.
"You not like Carlos?" he said, his manner more threatening.
I decided it was time to intervene. Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer. "Be nice to the lady," I said.
He whirled to face me, anger on his face. "What you say?"
I stared him straight in the eye, keeping my face expressionless. "I said 'Be nice to the lady'."
For a long moment I held his eye and thought I had failed as his fist clenched and was half raised to punch me. Then a blank look came into his eyes.
"Sure," he muttered and turned away.
"Thank you, I think," Tonia said. "I've fended off pawing men before."
I shrugged. "Charles said you were in danger."
"Oh." Then the realisation of what form that danger might take struck her. "In which case, definitely thank you."
I put an arm over her shoulder and led her to the edge of the dance floor. She was slightly unsteady on her feet though I wasn't sure if it was drink or the shock.
"I think I've had enough," she said.
I glanced at my watch. It was getting late. "You still want some girls?"
"You've found some? Where?"
I indicated the French girls.
"Nice. You've good taste."
"Of course. I picked you didn't I?"
She looked at me and smiled. "Flatterer."
"Go get Lola and I'll meet you at the entrance."
I worked my way over to the girls and told Charles to use his powers. Immediately the boys lost interest in their partners and wandered off. The girls turned their attention to me.
"Vous êtes française?"
"D'accord."
"What are your names?"
"I am Mérielle," the taller girl said. "She is Sophie."
"Come with me."
They collected their handbags and followed me without demur. On the way out I noticed their erstwhile partners were now chatting with the drunk English girls. I silently wished them luck. Mérielle and Sophie either didn't notice or didn't care.
At the entrance I introduced them to Lola and Tonia.
"Did you have a good time?" I asked Lola.
"I did. With a better one to come. You two are incredibly beautiful."
"We have sex?" Mérielle asked.
"Yes," I said.
"With all of you?"
"Yes."
Sophie gasped. She was staring at Lola. "May I… touch you?" she asked. Lola nodded and the French girl stroked her arm with tentative fingers. "C'est douce. Tu es très belle."
"Merci," Lola smiled and captured the girl's hand. "Toi aussi."
We went in search of a taxi and all piled in, Sophie sitting on Lola's knee. The hotel lobby was deserted except for one man behind the reception desk reading a newspaper. Him we ignored and headed for the lift.
In the suite, no-one wasted any time. Sophie stood shyly in front of Lola, blushing slightly, her eyes downcast. She was clearly infatuated with the tall black woman. Lola seemed uncertain about how to proceed. She put her arms tentatively round the girl who stepped into the embrace with a contented sigh and held her face up for a kiss.
If Lola was uncertain, Tonia was not. As soon as the door had closed, she had pulled Mérielle into a tight embrace and was kissing her passionately. The sudden assault took the French girl by surprise but, after a moment's hesitation she was returning Tonia's kisses with equal enthusiasm. I watched for a minute as Tonia's hand stole down the girl's back, clamped itself firmly on one taut bottom cheek and began to squeeze. As I appeared to be surplus to requirements, I went to the kitchenette and had Charles make a large pitcher of Sangria.
When I returned, Tonia had removed Mérielle's top and was sucking the French girl's breasts. She would suck one nipple deeply into her mouth for a minute then release it and attack the other one. I could see her tongue swirling round and round. Mérielle's breasts weren't huge but they were beautifully shaped with large brown areolae and nipples that pointed slightly upward and were now stiff and gleaming with Tonia's saliva. They looked very kissable and I was tempted to join in but decided to let the girls have their fun uninterrupted.
Sophie and Lola were on the settee. They were removing each other's tops. Sophie, despite being initially shy, seemed to be the aggressor for she pushed Lola back and began to kiss and caress her neck and shoulders and chest, murmuring endearments in French. Lola seemed content to let her explore, and reclined with her eyes closed, running her hands over Sophie's back and shoulders. Suddenly her eyes opened and she pushed the smaller girl away. Sophie was upset until Lola said something to her then the two stood and wriggled out of their clothes. Lola sat back down on the settee and made Sophie sit astride her lap. She put her arms around the small French girl and pulled her close. In this position the difference in their heights was negligible so as Lola pulled Sophie into a kiss, their breasts were pressed together. I find the sight of two women embracing with their bodies pressed tightly together and their breasts squashed together incredibly erotic. In my internet porn days it was always a regret that there weren't more images of this. Sometimes I would try to imagine what it would be like to have breasts and feel another pair squashing against them and a pair of equally hard nipples against mine. I failed miserably, of course, but I do know I like the feel of breasts against my skin, particularly if they have large hard nipples at the end of them.
My cock was already stiff and it didn't look like the ladies were interested in drinks just now so I stripped off my clothes, poured myself a glass and sat back to observe and enjoy.
"Why are you not participating?" Charles suddenly asked.
"Because I'm enjoying watching."
Tonia and Mérielle were both now topless and were standing, kissing, with a hand up each other's skirts. That was another favourite porno image of mine; two girls fingering each other's slits through their panties, so I focussed on them for a while. They were working each other up nicely, their hands moving rapidly over each other's vulvas. They broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes for a moment before Mérielle began to kiss her way down Tonia's chest. She admired Tonia's breasts the same way as the older woman had admired hers. Tonia's hand came up to press the French girl's face firmly to her bosom. Her eyes her closed and her face was flushed. I watched carefully to pick up some pointers on how Tonia liked her breasts to be treated.
After a while, she urged the French girl up. She fumbled under Mérielle's skirt, trying to get her hand inside the girl's panties. Mérielle spread her legs in encouragement and pulled Tonia's skirt up so she could work her hand inside the older woman's panties, too. They returned to their kissing. Their torsos squirmed sexily together and their hips rolled as each worked their fingers frantically inside the other's panties, fingers buried in twats as they tried to make the other cum first.
Lola and Sophie were much more circumspect. I knew Lola wasn't particularly into other women and I suspected Sophie wasn't either. They were simply enjoying the novel sensations of making gentle love with someone of the same sex. Sophie was caressing Lola's breasts, her hands moving gently over the smooth flesh occasionally pausing to tweak the firm, dark nipples. Lola was more active. Her hands roamed over the smaller girl's back and arms and shoulders, exploring the olive skin. In between, they were planting little kisses on each other's lips.
Tonia and Mérielle were nearly there. They had abandoned the kissing and now clung onto to each other with their bottoms churning as they worked their fingers deep into each other's cunts. Tonia's red skirt was bunched up over her hips and her panties were pulled tight between her cheeks. As I watched, first Tonia then Mérielle, stiffened and the hands inside the panties worked even more frantically. Tonia moaned and Mérielle cried out. They sagged against each other. They freed their hands and collapsed in a heap on the couch. Tonia raised the hand that had been inside Mérielle and, looking the French girl in the eye, slowly sucked her fingers clean. Mérielle's eyes went wide and she shuddered as if she was cumming again. She slumped against Tonia who stroked her hair gently.
The activity had disturbed Lola and Sophie and they had turned to watch the final moments.
"My God, that's hot," Lola said.
Sophie nodded. "Yes," she agreed. "But I'm not sure I would want to go that far."
"Me neither," Lola said.
This was my cue. I dispensed the drinks. Tonia and Mérielle downed theirs in one and held out their glasses for a refill.
"Be careful," I warned. "It's sangria and it's potent."
"Don't care," Tonia said. "I'm thirsty."
There was silence while Tonia and Mérielle came down from their climaxes. Eventually Tonia heaved a great sigh.
"That was something else," she said, turning to Mérielle and giving her a hearty kiss.
"It was… different," Mérielle said.
Tonia looked round then caught sight of my still-rampant cock.
"Are you going to do anything with that?" she asked.
"I had vague plans," I said mildly.
She and Mérielle exchanged sly glances.
"Are we included in them?"
"It's more than possible."
"What are you waiting for, then?"
"You."
"Me?"
"You've been otherwise engaged, I seem to recall."
"I suppose so," she grinned unabashed, "but I'm ready now."
"Right, up on the sofa, then," I ordered.
Enthusiastically they knelt up, knees spread, backs dipped, bottoms out. This was one of my major fantasies; a number of women kneeling in a line with their bottoms in the air, eager for me to pillage their waiting cunts. There is something so utterly… submissive is the word, for a woman to turn her back and present herself so wantonly, so brazenly. She has no control over what will happen, when it will happen or how it will happen. She is saying. 'take me, I'm yours'. If there's more then one woman involved it's even better for now there is an element of hidden competition. Which one will he choose? Will it be me? Tonight my fantasy had become a reality in spades and I took my time in savouring the sight.
"Now you are getting the idea," Charles's voice sounded in my head.
"I thought you couldn't read my mind."
"Your thoughts are particularly strong and I approve of them. You should make this part of your acceptance ceremony. Each new female must present herself to you like this to signal your ownership of her."
"Acceptance ceremony? What are you on about?"
"We will discuss the matter some other time. You need to concentrate on the job in hand."
Tonia wiggled her bottom. "Hurry up," she said. "I need you."
That did it. All thoughts of ceremonies fled from my head. I had four hot, eager women waiting and I was in heaven.
"I am going to cum in each of you in turn," I said. "Once I have, you can quit or assist somebody else."
"Merde," Mérielle cried. "It's not possible."
"It is for our stud," Tonia giggled.
"You could always try our other holes," Lola suggested hopefully.
"That might be a bit much even for me," I laughed. "But I'll hold you to that thought."
Four different bottoms, all different in size and shape but all equally enticing. Before I fucked them, I was going to spend some time delighting my other senses. I placed one hand on Mérielle's small, athletic bottom and the other on Tonia's larger, riper one. I caressed the smooth, taut skin, delighting in the feel of the elastic flesh beneath. Mérielle's buttocks seemed to be all muscle and the valley between them very shallow. In this position her puckered anus was fully exposed with only natural muscle control keeping her sphincter closed. It was very tempting and I toyed with the idea of having anal sex with her. Tonia's buttocks were softer and more yielding but still delightfully elastic. The cleft between them ran deeper and her rosebud was lee brown and more pink than Mérielle's. I ran my hands over and over and round and round, dipping my fingers into their clefts to tease their sphincters.
Tonia turned her head to face Mérielle. "I don't know what he's doing to you," she said in a breathless voice, "but he's driving me wild."
"Yes, me too," Mérielle gasped
Her hand sought Tonia's and grasped it tightly. Tonia leaned towards her and they kissed awkwardly.
I decided it was time for the other two now.
"Come back here and finish what you've started," Tonia hissed.
"Patience is a virtue," I said and smacked her upturned rump.
"Ow," she said and tensed her buttocks. Then, "Do it again." I did. "Ow. I could grow to like that."
I grinned although they couldn't see me. I was aware of Charles's upsurge of interest but he didn't speak.
I moved behind Lola and Sophie and began to caress them. Lola's bottom was absolutely perfect. Her buttocks were like two small firm footballs with a deep cleft between them.
Her black skin was like velvet and her flesh was the perfect combination of softness and resilience. I had a sudden urge to prise them apart and sink my cock into her anus and feel them closing over it. I wondered where this sudden interest in anal sex had come for. Before Harry, I had never experienced it and we'd only done it once. Perhaps it was because here were four bottoms being offered for my pleasure or perhaps it was because Lola had put the idea into my head but I had this urge to find what it would be like to experience their tight, hot bottoms.
Sophie was the opposite of Lola. Her hips were broader and her bottom larger though not as large and definitely not as well-shaped as Debbie's. Her buttocks were soft pillows. They were still nice, though, and would make a good cushion when I fucked her.
"Now I know what the other two were on about," Lola gasped as I trailed a finger over her outer labia and dragged it up to her rose-bud. She tried to push her bottom back at me. "Stop teasing."
Sophie said nothing but her face was buried in a cushion and she had another in a death grip. Feeling wicked, I decided to tease them more. I reached down and tickled their outer labia, working my fingers round and round with feather-light touches. They began to wriggle. I ran my fingers up and down their sopping slits which made them squirm even more.
"You're a sadist," Lola panted.
I trailed my fingers up over their rear holes one last time.
"That's even more cruel," Lola cried.
She wiggled her bum enticingly so I smacked it. Like Tonia, she cried 'ouch' and asked for more. This was an interesting turn of events. Lola and Tonia had made playful references to being spanked before but I had assumed they were just teasing. It now appeared they might not have been.
"Do you all want to be spanked?" I asked.
I received three 'yesses' and an alarmed 'Non' from Sophie.
"But not just now," Lola added.
As Sophie had said no, I agreed with Lola. And as she had said no, I decided Sophie would be first. I placed a hand on her hip, lined myself up with her dripping slit and slid into her. Her vagina was perfect, as they all were these days. She gave a gasp of surprise as I automatically adjusted to fill her completely.
"C'est parfait," she said in a tone of wonder. "Baisez-moi."
I did. I powered into her and her yielding bottom did, indeed, act as a pleasant cushion. I enjoyed the feel of it squashing and flattening under my thrusts. She didn't last long. I felt her internal muscles clamp around my cock as she buried her face in the cushions and tried to lever her bottom higher in the air.
"Je jouis. Je juois," she cried in a muffled voice.
I thrust into her a few more times then carefully withdrew. She sighed noisily and seemed to sag but remained in her position. I moved to Mérielle. Suddenly I was struck by an awful thought. I had already had unprotected sex with two people I didn't know at all; first Lidja and now Sophie. What if…
"Charles," I said frantically. "What if they've got a problem?"
"What sort of a problem?"
"Like VD or herpes or AIDS or something."
"They are clean and healthy."
"How do you know?"
"I checked."
"You checked?"
"Since you raised the matter with such obvious concern when you met your first females, I have become aware of the dangers of unprotected sex. While it would only be a matter of inconvenience to you, catching one of these diseases would be of grave concern to your females so I automatically check each of your prospective partners."
"You do? I'm relieved."
Actually I was more than relieved, I was curious about how and why he had taken it upon himself to do this. However, like the ceremonies, it was another topic that would have to wait for a more propitious time. Mérielle was waiting and she was impatient.
I held her svelte hips and eased my cock into her hot cunt. She let out a moan of lust as she felt me slide in. I fitted all women perfectly now and they fitted me so how was it that entering them was such a unique experience? Sophie had been nice but Mérielle was outstanding. She seemed to grip me in places I didn't know I had. If she hadn't been French and, by that I mean, if she didn't live over a thousand miles away, I'd have happily invited her to join my harem. Charles silently agreed.
I fucked her vigorously. She clutched the back of the settee and fucked me back, driving her bottom back to meet my thrusts. Her small, tight cheeks banged against my hip bones at every stroke. She had a technique where she seemed to grip me tightly as I pulled out then relaxed as I thrust back in. It was wonderful. I'd never felt anything like it before and, without Charles's assistance, I'd have cum in her very quickly. I had originally intended doing as I had with Sophie and making her cum then pulling out and returning to her later but her small, brown sphincter winked at me so enticingly that I determined I would cum in her vagina now and her arse later. The thought of having my cock in that tight, hot passage excited me greatly for some reason.
Like Sophie, she didn't last long. She became very energetic and very vocal, thrusting her bottom back onto my cock vigorously and crying out in French. Her muscles clamped round my cock and she let out a loud wail. I notified Charles, grabbed her hips, jabbed into her deeply a few times and let loose my cum. She let out another low wail as she felt my cum spurt into her. This was a very hot girl. I stayed inside her, letting myself deflate before pulling out. A load of cum followed me and trickled down her leg. Charles produced a towel which I used to clean her up. She was hanging on her hands, her chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath. Before leaving her, I bent over and, with a finger pressed against her rosebud, whispered in her ear, "I'll be back later for this."
She shuddered and groaned. I wasn't sure if that meant she was pleased or not.
"About time," was Tonia's comment as I slid into her familiar wet depths.
She had had two fingers inside her twat when I stepped behind her which she hurriedly removed and offered to Mérielle. The French girl had a glazed look in her eyes. She looked at the sticky, glistening finger uncomprehendingly then slowly extended a pink tongue and began to lick them clean. I was taking my time with Tonia, mostly because I liked to tease her and I knew she wanted me to fuck her as hard as I'd fucked Mérielle, but the sight the pink tongue lapping Tonia's juices off her fingers was so erotic that I stopped teasing and began to fuck her vigorously. As was her wont, she came quietly with just a small sigh of satisfaction as her internal muscles clamped down on my cock and I unloaded my cum inside her.
I moved on to Lola. She dipped her back and thrust her genitals at me as I approached. The dark outer lips of her labia parted to reveal the surprisingly pale pink interior. It was a sight both exotic and erotic and one I never tired of seeing. I placed my hands on her taut bottom and pushed into her tight cunt.
"I'd never have believed," she said in gasps as I thrust in and out of her vigorously, "that my whole existence… would depend on having… a man's cock… inside me. But, oh… how I love it."
She might have said more except I increased the pace and she was too busy groaning and wriggling her bottom to speak. As always, sex with Lola seemed to be a contest; a challenge for dominance. It wasn't that she didn't like sex, far from it as her words of a few moments ago attested, it was more that she didn't like just to be fucked. She wanted to be an equal, or even the dominant, partner in the act. There was something in her nature that refused to be subservient to anyone, even her lover. It made sex with her a uniquely enjoyable experience.
The other thing about Lola was that she found it difficult to achieve an orgasm without clitoral stimulation. I had found this out the first time we had sex and usually made sure I was in a position to diddle her clit whenever we made love. Taking her from behind was not the easiest position to achieve this and I was taken with a wicked idea.
I removed one hand from Lola's bottom and tapped Sophie's to get her attention. When she looked round I mimed slipping a hand between Lola's thighs. It took here a moment to cotton on then, with wide eyes, twisted round and slipped a hand under Lola's belly.
"What…? Lola began then groaned as Sophie's fingers reached their goal.
Having her clit stimulated while being fucked always did it for Lola and she bucked her hips against me as her climax approached. She let out her familiar noise, half way between a growl and a howl, as her vagina convulsed around my cock. I let events take their course and came in long spurts, my groin pressed tightly against her taut buttocks.
I withdrew reluctantly. Sex with Lola was addictive. There was often the feeling of unfinished business after we had cum. It wasn't that it was unsatisfactory for I came as hard, if not harder, than I did in any of them and she had this ability to leave me feeling completely drained; it was more that our mutual orgasms were a stage in the everlasting contest for dominance rather than the completion of a shared experience.
As I withdrew, Lola collapsed sideways with a groan, pulling Sophie into her embrace. She looked up with a crooked half-grin as if to say she felt the same way about sex as I did. I realised my legs were trembling, I was covered in sweat and breathing heavily, hardly surprising as I had just cum four times in around an hour. I needed to refresh myself and I needed food. With a murmured, "be right back," I went for a quick shower and one of Charles's instant refreshers.
When I returned from the kitchen with trays of fruit and nibbles and a bottle of wine, Lola and Sophie were absent and Tonia and Mérielle were sitting cross-legged on the settee obviously having just emerged from the shower. With their knees spread wide
"So that's where you went," Tonia said.
"I thought you might like some refreshment," I said mildly.
"Good idea," Mérielle said. "I am hungry."
Lola and Sophie returned damp and glowing and we sat on the floor with the trays between us and fed each other pieces of fruit and biscuits and sweetmeats in a warm and sensual camaraderie.
"Everyone finished?" I said when the plates and bottles were empty. There were satisfied noises of agreement. "Good, because we have two bottoms to attend to."
Four heads came up sharply with varying expressions. Mérielle looked excited, Lola both excited and slightly scared, Tonia interested and Sophie concerned. I stood and held my hands out to Lola and Mérielle.
"If you're still interested," I said.
They took my hands. I pulled them to their feet and into my arms. I kissed each in turn while cupping a bottom cheek and running a finger over their rear holes. Mérielle shivered and pressed herself tightly to me. Her hand sought my already stiff cock.
"You both have such sexy bums," I said gently, giving hem a squeeze. "The idea of fucking them has made me hard already but I won't force you. Mérielle?"
She nodded, her eyes shining. "Yes. I like, how do you say it, backdoor sex," she said, giving my cock a squeeze.
"Lola?"
Lola looked at me consideringly for a moment then took a deep breath. "Yes," she said. "If I don't do it now, I'll wonder what I missed."
"There'll be plenty of other opportunities," I said.
"Possibly, but I want it now." She poured a large glass of Sangria and downed it in one.
I led them to the bedroom, Tonia and Sophie following. "Find some lube, please, Tonia," I said as I urged Lola and Mérielle onto the bed.
I made them lie close to the edge and swing their legs up and over and hold on behind their knees.
"I didn't know you could do it like this," Lola said.
I pressed a finger into their exposed sphincters.
"I want to see your face as I enter you," I said.
"Je l'aime," Mérielle breathed hotly.
"The idea has its merits," Lola said. "I can watch you as you enter me, too."
Tonia handed me the bottle of lube. I squeezed some onto the fingers of one hand and handed it to Sophie.
"Squeeze some onto this hand," I said holding it out. "And then put some on my cock."
I didn't need to be roused but the idea of Sophie's small hands stroking my cock was appealing. She dimpled, poured some onto my outstretched fingers then dribbled a generous amount over my cock. I pressed one finger against Lola's and Mérielle's nether openings and pressed. Both girls hissed and tensed as they felt the intruder.
"Relax, push against my finger," I said, mostly for Lola's benefit.
Mérielle pushed and my finger slipped past her sphincter muscle. Then Lola's sphincter relaxed and I had a finger inside each of them. I took it easy, working my fingers just inside the entrance.
"Feels weird," Lola husked.
"You will get used to it soon," Mérielle said. "Go deeper, please."
I pulled my finger out and asked Tonia for more lube. She applied it directly to Mérielle's bottom. I slid the finger in again, probing deeper. Sticking a finger up a girl's arse is not the most arousing activity, except when you know it will shortly be replaced by your cock. Tonia applied more lube to Lola and I gradually opened her and Mérielle's anuses by adding a second, then a third, finger. Tonia and Sophie watched in fascination, Sophie's hand sliding up and down my slippery cock absentmindedly. She had been definite in her refusal to experience anal sex but, from her flushed face, ragged breathing and the way her hand gripped my cock, it appeared she found the sight of her friend and Lola being prepared for anal penetration more than a little arousing.
"Sophie," I said gently, "in other circumstances I would be only too happy for you to continue but I'm going to need that in its current state." I indicated my cock with my chin, my hands being otherwise occupied.
"Oh," she said with a start. "I am sorry."
"Don't be. You have a nice touch. Mérielle, are you ready."
Mérielle turned hot eyes to me and nodded. I pulled my fingers clear.
"Wait a minute," Tonia said, noticing how sticky they were, and rushed off to fetch a cloth to clean them.
"Sophie, guide me," I said.
She blushed then took me cock delicately between thumb and first finger and guided it towards Mérielle's waiting hole.
"Look at me, Mérielle," I said as I lodged the tip against her sphincter.
She turned those hot eyes towards me and licked her lips.
"Yes," she husked. "Do it."
I pushed forwards. There was a moment's resistance then her sphincter yielded and I slid an inch into her hot, tight arse. She bit her lower lip but kept eye contact. Slowly I worked my way into her. At one point I saw her flinch so waited until she nodded for me to continue. Finally I was fully embedded, the fronts of my thighs pressed against the backs of hers. There I paused, giving her time to get used to me and revelling in the tight heat of her anal canal. At another imperceptible nod, I changed my cock into what Harry had christened a 'hosepipe', and started to move. As I had discovered with Harry, there's something unique about fucking a woman's arse. Apart from the thrill of breaking a taboo, the sphincter grips you tightly and the sensation internally is totally different from a vagina: equally as exciting but different.
I began slowly, moving only a little way each time. Mérielle chewed her lower lip but the hot look never left her eyes. I enjoyed the feel of her taut cheeks against my hips as I pressed forward. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and began to speed up until I was powering in and out of her arse, my pelvis smacking loudly against her bottom. Her eyes half closed in pleasure and she worked her hips as much as she could, egging me on. She was muttering under her breath in French. She was clearly no stranger to anal sex and equally clearly loved it.
"Will you cum, Mérielle," I panted.
"Oh, oui. Yes. A little more."
I shortened my strokes, grunting with effort as I thrust as deeply into her as I could.
"Oh, Mon Dieu. So good," she gasped. "You cum. You make me cum."
"Yes. I'll cum. Any moment now," I gasped in reply.
Somehow she managed to squeeze my cock even tighter. I took that to be my signal and had Charles release my pent-up flow. With a deep groan, I pressed forward and pumped hard. I could feel the pulses of cum as they shot from my cock.
Mérielle convulsed. She didn't squirt but a flood of moisture seeped from her cunt and trickled down to coat my cock and balls. She shuddered and her body began to relax. I released her thighs and slowly slid out of her. She made a moue of disappointment.
"I wish you to stay. That was… exquisite," she said huskily.
"For me, too," I smiled.
I emerged with a sticky plop. Tonia was there with warm damp cloths, tenderly cleaning me. Mérielle clasped her arms around her knees and sighed contentedly as her gaping rear hole slowly closed and my cum began to trickle out.
"This is the bit I enjoy," she said. "Feeling the cum drip."
"You mean you didn't enjoy the rest," I said teasingly.
She scowled. "You are a, how you say, shithead."
Tonia laughed. "That's as good a word as any."
"Perhaps," I said smugly. "But I'm a good shithead. My women always leave with a satisfied smile."
"I knew there was some reason we kept you around," Tonia grinned.
She turned her attentions to Mérielle, cleaning her as gently as she had me. The French girl gave her a grateful smile.
"Why do you joke?" Sophie asked.
"Why not," Lola asked. "Isn't sex supposed to be fun?"
"Yes, but…"
"Do you have a problem?"
"No, but…"
"Sophie, dear," Tonia said carefully, "in the last two hours we've all done very intimate things with each other and watched others do very intimate things. You don't do these sorts of things with people you don't feel comfortable with; at least we don't. I, for one, am feeling relaxed and secure and happy and if I want to share that, why the hell shouldn't I."
"Well said, Tonia," Lola said.
"Perhaps Sophie's experiences have not been as good as ours," I said gently.
"Soph, relax. These are good people. They are right. If I wasn't feeling so relaxed, I'd feel like singing," Mérielle said.
That brought a smile to Sophie's face. "Please, Méri, contain yourself. You have not heard her sing," she explained. "Like a, how you say… a banshee."
Tonia gave her a hug. "There, see how easy it is."
I turned to Lola. "You still up for this?"
"Hell, yes. The look on Mérielle's face. Perhaps I will start singing." She lifted her legs until her knees were against her chest. "Bring it on."
"This is your first time, no?" Mérielle asked. Lola nodded. "Then, if you'll permit, I suggest you sit on top. Entry is, perhaps, not so easy but you are in control."
The idea of being in control appealed to Lola. I had wanted to watch her face as I entered her but bowed to Mérielle's greater experience. Besides this way I'd get to hold Lola's cheeks and I had a thing about them. They just seemed to beg to be touched and fondled and groped. I climbed up on the bed. Sophie tucked her hair behind her ear and set about raising me to full mast again. With Charles, it wasn't necessary of course, but Sophie's mouth was very talented and much more fun than Charles. The final impetus came when Lola stood astride my hips and began to squat. The sight of her perfect cheeks parting and her dark, puckered rear hole first being revealed then stretching nearly did it for me right there and then.
Mérielle guided her down until her rear hole was poised a few inches above my cock.
"May I," she asked, waving the bottle of lubricant.
Lola gave her a crooked smile which she took as consent and applied the lotion to Lola's exposed arse hole with her fingers. Lola's breath hissed but she otherwise didn't react. Sophie, in the meantime, was lovingly adding lubricant to my saliva-coated cock. I looked down and my cock seemed to quiver with anticipation. Satisfied, Mérielle put her hands under Lola's buttocks and urged her down.
"May I," I asked.
She smiled and relinquished her grip. I hefted Lola's exquisite buttocks in my palms.
"I hope this will be as good for you as it will be for me," I said.
"It'd better be," Lola growled.
With Sophie aiming me true, I gently lowered my Nubian lover onto my rod. The tip touched the sphincter and she let out a small moan.
"Push." Mérielle instructed. "As if you were in the toilet."
"I feel like I already am like this," Lola said.
Nothing seemed to happen for a moment then she pushed downward a bit more forcefully and my glans disappeared inside her. We both moaned. Her sphincter was very tight so I made my cock slightly thinner. That seemed to do the trick. She pushed down again and more of me was swallowed by her hot hole.
"Whoof," she said. "Feels really weird."
"Give it a moment," Mérielle said confidently. "It will feel good in a moment."
I was in heaven. I had my hands on Lola's beautiful, behind, the velvet smooth skin warm on my palms and I was inside her tight, hot arse. I had a sudden urge to start thrusting upwards, an impulse I resisted. Feeling more comfortable, Lola lowered herself some more. I could feel her legs trembling with the strain of holding herself in position.
"Oh God, it feels so weird but good at the same time," Lola gasped.
Mérielle nudged Tonia and mimed rubbing her vulva. With an evil grin, Tonia shifted round and began to massage her friend's mound just above her clit.
"What you doing, girl?" Lola demanded. "Shit, you're evil, you are."
She started to wriggle and that forced more of my cock up her arse.
"Too much," Lola gasped. "I see what Harry means by a hosepipe. Fucking fireman's hose if you ask me."
She wriggled again, lost her balance and dropped completely onto my cock. My hands were now trapped between my hips and her buttocks, tight as drumheads.
"That's it, my love. You're fully in," I said.
I was having trouble with my breathing. How much was simply the idea of being buried in her arse and the sight of actually being there I don't know but she felt tighter and hotter than anything I'd ever experienced.
"Have you grown or something?" she complained.
Mérielle smiled. "That is one of the things I love about anal sex. The man feels so much bigger."
I did my hosepipe bit and, rather cheekily, did make my cock slightly longer.
"You're right there," Lola said. "Feels ginormous."
"You oaky?" Tonia asked.
Lola grinned. "More than okay. It feels fantastic."
"You should move now," Mérielle said.
Rather gingerly, Lola began to raise and lower herself on my flagpole. Even this small movement would have been enough to set me off if it hadn't been for Charles's iron control.
"Oh, Lola, that's so good," I moaned.
"Yeah. Feels good from this end, too."
Gaining confidence, she increased her strokes. I groped her cheeks, digging my fingers into the taut flesh and palming the velvet skin as she slid up and down.
Lola was never very vocal during love-making but this experience made her loquacious. "Oh, yes. That's good. I can feel you so deep. Fuck. Don't stop, Tonia."
She trailed off into mumbles as the sensation of having her arse fucked for the first time began to get to her. I had been practically incoherent from the first and contented myself with assisting her movements and playing with her buttocks, pulling them apart as she descended so I could get that little bit deeper into her.
With Mérielle supporting her on one side and Sophie on the other and Tonia at her quim, she began to lose it. Her eyes closed and her jaw hung slackly as she thrust herself up and down with increasing speed and ferocity.
The muttering began again. "Oh, yes. More. Deeper. Fuck, yes. Fucking hosepipe up my arse. So good. Nearly there. Christ, yes. Nearly there. Up my arse."
Suddenly she was there. She dropped heavily onto my lap, arched her back and worked her hips frantically. I knew her vagina was convulsing with the effect that her sphincter gripped me tightly and, purely my imagination, but her bowels seemed to close around my cock. With a shout, I dug my fingers into her buttocks and thrust up, spewing my cum deep into her bowels. I don't think I'd ever cum so hard before. This set her off into another convulsive orgasm.
I was dry but still twitching and each twitch made her twitch, too. She was a dead weight on my hips. She started to slump sideways and the others gently eased her off to lie on the bed. We lay fighting for breath for a long time, our hearts hammering in our chests as we slowly came down from the peak we had climbed.
Suddenly she chuckled weakly. "I see what you mean Mérielle. His cum's dribbling out. Feels nasty but nice at the same time."
Mérielle leant over and kissed her chastely on the forehead. "You are a convert, now. From today you will treasure anal sex."
"Mmm. You could be right. I'm a bit sore just now but it was certainly something else."
Me, I was somewhere out in the galaxy, spinning out of control. Whether it was just the reality of having Lola's arse or whether I really got an extra kick out of anal sex, I didn't know. What I did know was I wanted to do it again and soon.
Lola and I finally recovered. We exchanged extra-specially loving kisses before showering and a midnight snack. By mutual consent we retired to an unused bed and cuddled up together.
I awoke to the particularly pleasant sensation of a pair of lips wrapped round my cock. I half opened one eye to see that Sophie had me firmly in hand… and mouth. I lay quietly to see what she'd do next. Sure enough, when she had me nice and hard, she straddled my hips and lowered herself onto my erection. I decided now would be a good time to wake up,
"Bonjour, Sophie," I said, opening my eyes and smiling.
"Oh. Bonjour. Tu l'aime?"
"Oh, oiu. Je l'aime beaucoup."
That about exhausted my stock of French so I began to thrust up into her. She leant forward, resting her hands on my chest and closed her eyes. I was treated to the sight of her impressive breasts swaying and bouncing as I pounded into her from below. She came with little surprised gasps, her vagina spasming round my cock. I continued to plough into her and was rewarded by her rising to a second climax. This time I came in her. Naturally, Tonia, Lola and Mérielle wanted a piece of the action and I spent most of the morning on my back being ridden hard.
Finally we roused ourselves and went out to lunch. Not surprisingly we were all very relaxed. As Tonia had said the previous night, you can only really enjoy doing intimate things with people you're comfortable with though, in our case, it was the intimacy that led to the comfort. We said reluctant goodbyes. Mérielle in particular seemed reluctant to leave.
"I think I am more than half in love with you," she whispered as we kissed. "Never have I had such good sex with a man or a woman."