Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2011 08:35:39 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Tmothy Black. Chapter Sixteen

   I woke up, for that was just what was happening. James was down under
the sheet, his mouth on me and sucking me awake. It was full daylight and I
stretched, not too much to dislodge him from where he was and gave myself
up to the pleasure I was getting and soon came in his mouth .

   It was still wet with my sperm as he came up the bed and kissed me. His
hands nudged my head and knew that it was my turn, and so I kissed down
across his chest until the side of my head was on his stomach, his
throbbing organ touching the end of my nose. I nuzzled it with my cheek
before taking him in and giving him the same pleasure he had given
me. Nibbling with my teeth in between my sucking, my hand gently moving up
and down, loving the feel of the silky skin glide smoothly over the muscle
beneath it. He held out as long as possible before I felt it swell that
little bit more before it came bursting up into my mouth. The nectar of the
Gods that filled me with joy and love and swallowed it, well most of it for
I moved back up the bed to kiss him and squirt some of his own come into
his mouth.

   We stayed naked all day, it being Sunday, and he even got some paper and
crayons and did some sketches of me working in the kitchen with just the
maid's pinny on. The two tapes at the back making a frame of the cheeks of
my bum. The one of me bending over was funny, it being a side on drawing,
the pinny hanging down and my cock seen drooping down too.

   I even had him in there. He was sitting on a hard back chair and he'd
got an erection whilst drawing. I quickly got a condom and put it on him
and got astride of him, sitting on his lap facing him with his cock stuck
hard and fast up inside me. It was lovely for I could rock back and forth
on him, feeling his cock rasp my insides as we kissed at the same time, our
arms round each other. Boy, that really is some way to fuck and be able to
kiss at the same time.

   I also liked it when he lay flat on the bed and I got astride of his
face and let him suck on my balls. Rolling them round in his mouth and
gently, very gently nibble at the them, of course this just being a prelude
to then mouth fucking him. Positions would be changed and I would do the
same for him, only that he hadn't mastered the art of deep throating yet. I
could take the whole length of him inside, the head of his cock into my
throat without gagging with my nose buried deep into his pubic hair. I
couldn't swallow when he was that far in, but his come could slide straight
down but then, I wouldn't get the flavour of him when that happened.

   That was one of our best Sunday's, playing and seeing to each other's
needs for the whole day and most of the night.

   Time seemed to fly and it was soon time for the monthly meeting of
A.R.S.E. and I was dressed and only waiting for Mark to pick me up. James
had done his drawings for Diane's book, The Village, and I really did like
one of them especially. It was of me really as the central figure, standing
on this bed suspended between the palm trees, my cock really seen sticking
out, standing over another figure on its knees with the setting sun behind
making the figures almost like a silhouette, though if you looked
carefully, you could see that it was my face on the standing man.

   `I'd like this one done in colour,' I said to James and he agreed that
it would look even better. Which he later did. It still hangs in the back
gallery, marked as not for sale.

   `Will you be having Diane again tonight?' he asked.

   `Most probably. It's good therapy for her. She can now actually have it
with me on top of her. Before, she couldn't bear a man's weight on her,' I
said.

   `You know you'll be punished again if you do,' he replied.

   `I know,' I said in a low voice, my head down so that he couldn't see
the gleam in my eyes.

   `I don't like punishing you for these transgressions,' he said.

   `Bollocks!' I said now looking up at him. `It turns you on and you know
it! You get the biggest hard on of all when you do, and I love the fuck I
get from it afterwards, because, to tell you the truth, it turns me on
too.'

   `It does?' he asked in surprise. `Then in that case I'd better stop,' he
grinned.

   `Don't you dare. I deserve being punished.' I heard the sound of Mark's
car horn outside. I jumped up and got his drawings and gave him a
kiss. `You'd better have the belt out ready for when I get home,' I said as
I left and went to join Mark.

   They were all delighted with the drawings, picking the one I had as
being the best of the lot. I looked in at the sleeping children before
dinner, amazed at how big they had grown in such a short space of time. The
meeting was short as there wasn't much of note and so as soon as the dinner
things had been washed and put away, Diane and I went into her bedroom.

   She was as hungry for sex as I was and we quickly had our clothes off
and were naked on the bed. I kissed, sucked and played with her still
swollen breasts before going down between her legs to kiss, suck and nibble
from whence Peter had come from. I held out down there long enough to give
her an orgasm before moving back up and sliding into that now much wider
and looser cavern.

   She still had some grip there but not as strong as it was before she had
given birth. For the second time now, I was on top of her as she lay on her
back, fucking away and bringing her to another orgasm before I came.

   I voiced my fears of getting her pregnant again for we hadn't used a
condom. But she allayed them by saying that both her and Tracey only now
took fresh pills and not buying too many at a time. Soon it was time for me
to go and so after a bit more kissing, I got dressed and went back home in
the usual taxi.

   Also as usual, James was already in bed, but I noticed that the leather
belt wasn't out of the drawer. I got undressed and when naked, got the belt
out and handed it to him.

   `I didn't think you would,' he said as he took it from me.

   `I did,' I said as I got onto the bed and went onto my knees, `and so
you have got to punish me for it.'

   `I said that I wouldn't,' he replied.

   `Now you're becoming a sadist,' I said. `You know the definition of
sadism and masochism, "Beat me said the masochist, no said the sadist." So
stop being one and get your cock up as hard as it normally gets when you
thrash me by starting now.'

   I gasped as the belt struck me on the bum. I winced with every cut of
it, feeling the welt's begin to rise at the same time as my cock as he hit
me with the six strokes. Then came the soothing cream, being rubbed most
gently all over my bum.

   `I don't really like doing it but you're right, it does make me rock
hard,' he said.

   `Well fuck me with it then, why else do you think I go through this
every time,' I gasped, and then gasped again as he plunged it straight into
me. God it was enormous, it felt as if he was using the Eiffel tower as he
really widened and filled me with it.

   `God I love this,' I gurgled into the pillow, my voice somewhat muffled,
as he worked his magic on my insides with his probing drill of a cock. `Let
me know when you strike oil.' I cried.

   `There's a gusher coming,' he gasped.

   `Well let me feel it then. Harder, harder, fuck me harder,' I cried,
pushing myself back as he rammed himself even tighter up to me until he
shuddered and held me firm as he came, bucking to get it in as deep as he
could. I could feel it pouring out of him into me and I dribbled at the
mouth as it burnt my insides.

   My own cock was now really heavy and throbbing as it swayed and bounced
about to his movements behind me and loathe though I was to have his organ
pulled out of me, I couldn't wait to get mine inside of him to relieve the
ache and pain my own piece was giving me.

   I didn't even give him time to get off the bed to wash for as soon as he
pulled out of me, I was behind and pushing myself up into him. It didn't
take long for me to hold him as tight as he'd held me as I came, almost
climbing up his back as I strove to drive myself deep into him as I came.

   I think we both staggered a bit after I'd pulled out and we got off the
bed and went into the bathroom to wash our cocks. Both of us either side of
the wash basin, scooping handfuls of water from the running tap to rub over
and clean our throbbing red headed cocks. You'd think that the cold water
would have reduced them in size, but it didn't. They were still up stiff as
pokers after being cleaned and so we went back to the bed and sucked on
each other till they did deflate somewhat to be only half as hard as
before.

   The next Saturday, I got dressed as before, different dress, different
wig, and we went to eat at Julian's and we sat and had a pre dinner couple
of drinks at a table near the bar that had more people than the week
before, downstairs being just as busy. James had just sat down with our
drinks when Herbert Tamber came over.

   `Hello James, long time no see,' he said. `May I sit down and you can
introduce me to your friend.'

   `Of course,' said James, letting one of my past lovers and a customer of
the bank sit down. `Tammy, let me introduce one Herbert Tamber, Herbert,
meet Tammy.'

   `How do you do Tammy,' he said shaking my limp hand that I had offered.

   `Very well thank you, and you?' I asked, not rising at the shaking of
hands.

   `The same, the same, thank you. Well it's been some time since I visited
the gallery, anything new?' he asked, looking at James but giving me a
sideways glance.

   `Quite a lot. I've been very busy over the past year. You must come and
pay us a visit soon.'

   `Tammy's staying with you?'

   `For some time now,' James replied.

   `Has he got you to pose for him yet,' he leered at me.

   `Many times, and I might add, in many different poses,' inwardly smiling
to myself.

   `Er, Tammy is a cousin of Timothy, from the bank, you know,' James said,
giving me a wicked grin.

   `I thought there was some resemblance,' he said looking at me more
closely. `You look almost the same. You could even pass yourself off
as...as...Oh my God! You... are you... I... It's wrong, no I'm wrong,
you're wrong, it's all wrong. Hell! What am I saying? Whatever it is I must
be wrong. Is it? Is it you Timothy under there?' he asked finally, his face
a picture of disbelief and incredulity.

   `Yes Herbert,' I smiled. `This is Timothy you are looking at.'

   `Well bugger me,' he said sitting back in his chair.

   `I have done,' I said sweetly, giving him a nice smile.

   `Him too?' asked James.

   `That was before we met James,' I said patting his hand. And smiling at
him. `You know I wouldn't dare now.'

   `Well bugger me,' Herbert said once again, this time looking at James.

   `I have done,' said James looking at me now and giving me a smile.

   `You too?' I asked, amazed.

   `That was before I met you Timothy,' he replied with a sweet smile. At
this, we all burst out into laughter that drew a lot of looks in our
direction.

   `Well bugger me,' Herbert said for the third time when we'd finished
laughing.

   `Say that one more time Herbert and we will,' I said, laughing again.

   `Well bu...'

   `Herbert!' James almost shouted.

   `I thought that if I did say it again, you might do just that,' he said
with a laugh. `Timothy's got the biggest cock, well except for you James,
that I'd ever had and I thoroughly enjoyed it. You should ...Oh, I've made
a gaffe there haven't I?' We all laughed again.

   `Yes Herbert, yes. I think the penny has now dropped.'

   `With a clang,' I added.

   `But seriously,' Herbert began, looking calm now. `You look absolutely
marvellous Timothy, or is it Tammy?'

   `Dressed like this it's Tammy. Male clothes, in the bank, it's Timothy,'
I answered.

   `Well you look wonderful. When we were together, er,' he gave a sideways
glance at James, `er, before you met James, I hadn't the slightest inkling
that you could be as brave as this. You must feel very proud of him James.'

   `Her,' he corrected him. `Tammy is now my wife, in all things. If you
don't believe me, come and see the back studio, but only if you are going
to buy something,' he laughed but I could hear in his voice that was the
only way that he was going to be allowed to see the drawings of me in my
various positions and dress.

   `How much are they going for?' he asked.

   `Well for about a tenner, a head and shoulders drawing.'

   `Pshaw,' came the reply from Herbert.

   `A drawing of a male nude unobserved, around thirty. An excited male,
you know what I mean by that, about fifty. Having relations in various
positions either anal or oral, anything from eighty pounds and upwards,
depending on the size of the drawing.'

   `Or the cock I am sucking,' I added and got a slapped wrist for
that. `Or having up my arse,' I added defiantly, moving my hand out of the
way this time.

   `Water colour, more or if in oil, even more.'

   `I'm cheaper at half the price,' I said, but wasn't quick enough this
time and got another slap for that sally.

   Herbert brought us another round of drinks and sat down again.

   `Well I must say, er, Tammy, that what you are doing now is a very brave
thing. James, you should be proud of her.'

   `I am Herbert, you can be sure that I am.

   `I only wish that more of us came out like Tammy. For me, it would be
ridiculous. I'm fat and nearly forty. I would look like one of the ugly
sisters in Cinderella,' and he laughed, but what he'd said was true. There
were not many that could do as I had done and look as good and get away
with it. But some did as we saw a few weeks later. I even recognised a
couple and had to go over and congratulate them. If it wasn't for you, they
had said, we would never had dared too. You started it and we are here like
this to back you up and get others to really come out and be what they
really feel they should be. This had been my feelings exactly and told them
so. No, we didn't get round to discussing the relative merits and sizes of
our husbands erections.

   Herbert must have spoken out of turn for the following week, we had
quite a few different people that we both knew come and stop for a quick
chat at our table and I actually preened at the lovely comments I got from
all who sat down with us.

   Julian's really became a club. We all knew that we were men who fucked
other men and liked being fucked by one. Even the women who had joined were
not left out in the cold as it were, but were recognised as having similar
traits as us males. Every month new members joined and some nights, the
place was full to almost bursting point.

   There were those who were partners and they stayed together but for
most, it was like a swap shop. Here, try this one, he's very good in bed
and he likes it a certain way. Or, you should just see the size of his
cock, my dear, I creamed my knickers the first time I saw it and by Christ,
I've now got two holes whereas I only had one before he had me. There was a
lot of that which I didn't really like, but when a couple were seen to be a
couple, they were treated as such.

   The statuettes started to sell at an even pace over the weeks when it
became known who the model was, and my penis of the statue downstairs had
more hands stroke it than I ever would get myself in three lifetimes. The
bronze patina was soon worn off and it almost shone in a silvery glow from
the constant touch of lots of fingers.

   I would get at least two propositions every time I went to the loo to
leave James and become their partner. I would smile sweetly and tell them
that I thanked them for their offer but I loved my husband and would remain
faithful to him. Liar!

   I still sucked the odd cock or two in there and I'd even had two other
men fuck me in one of the private dining rooms of an afternoon when I was
on my lunch hour from the bank. These minor peccadilloes I didn't mention
to James.

   We had originally started going there every Saturday night. Then we
added the Monday and soon it was Thursday night as well. The food was that
good, it far surpassed my cooking and we really began to look forward to
our evening meals there. Occasionally we invited one or two people to dine
with us, but I was very selective in who we had eat with us, for I was also
combining business with pleasure and garnered a few more accounts to the
bank because of this. In fact, almost half of our customers, the rich ones
that is, were or became members of Julian's.

   Tables near the bar began to change from small ones, only really big
enough for two people, to those that could accommodate four. It finished up
with a big one for eight and it always had a reserved notice on it. Here,
King James and his consort Queen Tammy would sit when they came in on their
evening and hold court and it almost became like a Masonic lodge. Though
dressed as the queen I now was of an evening, it was common knowledge that
I was the most successful bank manager in the town during the day. I would
get many stories at that table and then put them in touch with the right
person to help them expand, improve or whatever in their own enterprises.

   At this table came the supplicants, with drinks, our standing increased
as we seemed to be helping many people do many things because of who we
both knew to help. The gallery flourished even more as did the bank. But
most of all it was Julian's that prospered the most to the satisfaction of
not only Julian himself, but James and I as co-owners.

   We always went home full of glad feelings for those we had helped that
evening and I had loved that appellation of him being called King James,
and when inside our home, I would pay homage to the king and kiss his
sceptre and beg for the royal sword to be plunged into me, which he would
proceed to do.

   James worked very hard, having now employed a young girl to run the
gallery. I had put my foot down at having a male on the premises, to look
after customers and sell what she could on a commission basis. She was a
sweet thing, well for a few weeks at least. She had gasped when first shown
the inner gallery of the more explicit paintings and drawings. It only took
James a couple of weeks to have her posing and another couple for her to be
in compromising positions for the two of us to be drawn and then we would
both get to fuck her.

   With him being released as it were, from the day to day running of the
gallery, he was able to spend more time at his paintings and
drawings. Especially of those that our clients that were wanting more of me
in them with themselves where they would get to be drawn fucking or having
the Queen of Julian's sucking them off.

   Julian's was making a fortune for us and we were making one in the
gallery. I've neglected to really stay in the time frame of what was
happening with A.R.S.E. for that was now making a lot of money too. I still
went to the monthly meeting which was held on a Tuesday night, Mark staying
over till the morning, me going home before midnight. Though there was one
night that he couldn't make it. There had been a death in the family and he
could not be there.

   I'd been told over the phone that he would be unable to pick me up, so I
went, earlier than usual by taxi. This gave me the opportunity to see both
my sons being fed, solids now would you believe it, before being kissed by
the three of us before they were put to bed. Diane and Tracey must have had
words together before I'd even arrived for I felt that I was being
manipulated that evening.

   Dinner was served that much earlier and it wasn't anywhere near eight
o'clock. I'd constantly had my hand touched by Tracey during the meal as
salt or the wine was passed between us. I sat at the table having the two
women either side of me and somehow, everything the other wanted was on the
opposite side. I laughed later when I realised at how carefully they had
arranged the table. It became very obvious with the conversation towards
the end of the meal.

   `How many times did you sleep with the mother of Michael?' Diane asked
in an innocent way that didn't fool anyone.

   `You know damn well I didn't sleep with her,' I said almost angrily
until I realised what they were doing. `We just had that one coming
together in the studio.'

   `I like that phrase,' said Tracey. `Coming together. Boy, I really came
that day. You did too,' she laughed, `and the result was Michael.' I had to
suppress a grin knowing where this was leading to.

   `Would,' I said carefully, `if two couples were to couple again and also
come again together, would it result in another Michael?'

   `Oh no!' Diane exclaimed, showing that she was in on this. `We are both
on the pill.'

   `You were the last time if I recall,' I said drily. `Are you saying, or
should I say implying Tracey, that we should do as we did that year ago in
the studio?'

   `Without James being present, in a word, yes. If you would have me, ooh,
that came out wrong didn't it?' she giggled to Diane. I looked at my watch.

   `You have plenty of time before you have to go,' Diane said softly, her
hand touching my arm. `Time enough for the two of us.' Her eyes were asking
the question for a moment and then changed to an almost pleading look and I
guessed that it wasn't just for her she was asking.

   `Who would be first?` I asked.

   `Me!' was the joint answer from both of them and we all laughed.

  `Well I'm as ready as I can be,' I said, feeling my cock get harder
inside of my trousers, `so you'd better sort it out between you.'

   We all got up from the table and I was led into Tracey's bedroom, the
place I'd ever been in only once before.

   `Well this would the first in this room for me,' I said as they began to
take my clothes off for me.

   `So therefore it should be Tracey,' said Diane magnanimously, `though I
would like to help in whatever way I can.' She grinned and opened and shut
her mouth like a fish.

   `You can't suck on him if he's inside me,' Tracey said.

   `But I can suck on a tit.'

   `You'd only get in the way. You can suck on him when he pulls out,' she
said with a pout as she quickly stripped off her clothes and got onto the
bed. Yes, it had been about a year ago since I had seen Tracey uncovered
and she looked just as lovely as before, her breasts now bigger than the
last time. My cock was feeling heavy and full as I looked at her naked body
again, lying there waiting just for me, to get across and fuck, this time I
hoped, without a baby being the end result.

   I got on the bed and on my knees, shuffled forward between her open
legs, her bush looking as though it needed a trim but inviting, me knowing
that there was a cave hidden away there.

   Diane was now naked and I could see her breasts from the corner of my
eye swing ponderously, and I felt her hand take hold of my throbbing cock
and as I lowered myself down onto Tracey, her hand fed my piece up into the
maw that was waiting for it.

   I slid into that wet and waiting entrance with ease and revelled in the
fact that this was only the third time I had been inside her and I let my
body relax as I moved further in until our pubes met and have her gasp in
my ear as I squashed her breasts against my chest. She began to flex her
vaginal muscles before I'd thought of moving. Her arms came up and held my
shoulders, my full weight being mostly on my elbows and I felt her legs
come up and I slipped just that little bit more inside her. Then we fucked!

   I bounced up and down on her, ramming myself in and out, letting her
really feel the width and strength that my cock now had. It was much
stronger than it had been a year ago what with the constant use and
exercise it had lately. I could feel Diane's hand between us, knowing that
she was kneading the breasts as I continued to move and strive to give her
a better fuck than she ever got from Mark, though I would never really know
if it was or not, but I did my best. She came so suddenly that she almost
unseated me, such was her bucking up as it hit her. You would almost think
she was trying to break free from us coupling such were her violent
movements. But I held on and won the rosette for she came and began to cry
from the joy of her release and that's when I began to come and ploughed
even harder into her and then jerked out my own coming inside her.

   I was that exhausted, Diane helped me off of Tracey and rolled me over
onto my back and went down on me to suck and take out the residue from me
as well as taste Tracey in doing so.

   It was a good job they had started early on me for it was nearly two
hours of them both kissing and playing with me there on Tracey's bed before
I was up and ready, this time for Diane.

  It was almost a replay of me and Tracey as Diane and I fucked. The only
difference this time was that I was able to go just that bit longer before
I came, bringing her to an orgasm well before I came, having mine. This
time, it was Tracey's sweet mouth that Mark kissed that I had clamped round
my cock as she tongued and sucked out what was left up in my tube.

   Completely fucked out and sated, I had two pairs of breasts squashed
against me as they kissed my face and neck afterwards. We still had time
before I had to go to watch the two girls move to be top to tail and go
down on each other, not only to lick and suck out the residue of their
comings but to get more of mine at the same time. It was strange and
exciting to watch two females perform their act but I was that drained at
the time that my cock couldn't respond.

   Tracey cried when I kissed her goodnight which triggered Diane to do the
same and left both of them well fucked and crying and wearily climbed into
my taxi to take me home.

   It took me home to the beating I got and I even urged him for the first
time to hit me harder though I hadn't told him I'd had both of the
women. God my arse really was stinging when James had finished, but the
cream and his massive organ up inside me was well worth what I had just
gone through. It was powerful enough to raise me up from the dead to give a
good account of myself.

   I never did get to fuck Tracey again. She was soon back at work at the
bookshop while Diane stayed at home to look after the fast growing boys
whilst writing yet more books for A.R.S.E., making money for all of us in
this venture. James was working all hours now, painting and drawing,
fulfilling orders from the book sale and others from Julian's.

   Julian's itself was a money machine as, I think it was James that had
said, that the pink pound was very powerful, was making more money than we
could spend.

   I was named, at an annual bank dinner, the most profitable and up and
coming manager that our firm had ever had and was awarded a plaque to this
effect.

   So much had come from this poor frightened wretch that had to be raped
for him to find his love and true potential in that sphere of loving, but
for all that I was never happier than when I was on all fours and had my
lover's big cock stuck up inside as he fucked me.

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