A Colleague
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"Hello My Love," Anastasia called when she returned home from a
photo-shoot with another girl in tow. "This is June, we did the shoot
together." Anastasia went over to kiss me while she quickly undressed.

June was a short, thin, beautiful, freckled redhead. She was in almost
every way the opposite of my Mother Nature-type wife, who was taller,
wider, fuller, heavier and very black.

I kissed Anastasia greedily and stood to say hello to June. "Hi June,"
I said and hugged her. If June had any qualms about me being nude, she
didn't let on, instead she hugged me back and gave me a quick kiss on
my mouth.

"Hi Alexandre," she said in a deep, pleasant voice. "Nice to meet you.
Anastasia is forever talking about you. How good you are. To the
children. To her. In bed." I looked reprovingly at Anastasia, who just
smiled and shrugged. "To everyone. She just gabs on forever." She held
me at arms length and turned me halfway around. "You're so good from
what she said, that I almost expected you to have wings."

"Well..." I began.

"No, honestly," June interrupted. "Don't object."

"We ran really late at the shoot tonight and June missed the last train
home," Anastasia said. "So I told her that she could bunk here for the
night. I did tell her that our flat is small and that we have no spare
bed."

"Fine with me," I said and watched June undress too. Soon she was as
naked as Anastasia and I. She was in every way thin and fit with the
most delicately white skin I had ever seen. Freckles all over.

And she was a genuine redhead!

Her nicely trimmed bush was the exact same colour as the long curls on
her head. Physically she was the absolute opposite to my dear wife, as
I said. In every way, virtually.

While I and my growing manhood appreciated our guest, Anastasia went
over to the children's bunk bed and kissed the sleeping India and
Zeline, who were sprawled in all their naked girl beauty on top of each
other on their bed.

"I don't know about you two," Anastasia said with a yawn as she
returned from the children's bed, "but I'm absolutely shattered. I need
a shower and then to bed. What about you two?"

"I've just had my shower as I was literally on my way to bed when you
came back," I said. "I just need to brush my teeth."

"I'll have a shower with you," June said and winked to Anastasia.

"Oh God," Anastasia groaned in mock horror. "It's not going to be a
short shower, is it?"

"Guess not," June said with her arm around Anastasia's waist.

They went into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. I turned out
the bed so it was ready for us and went out in the bathroom to brush my
teeth. As I entered, I was met by the most sexy view: The girls were
kissing deeply and June was rubbing Anastasia's naked pussy with a
couple of fingers and Anastasia was kneading June's pert breasts with
both her hands.

I couldn't help myself, I grabbed my solid erection with one hand,
leaned against the jamb and enjoyed the show. Anastasia grabbed the
shower and adjusted the head to deliver jet pulses. With a wicked grin,
she aimed the stream at June's love-button. June stretched out in
surprise when the jet began to pulsate against her clitoris.

"Yeeessss," she hissed and grabbed Anastasia's head with her free arm,
pulling their heads together again for another hot kiss. While
Anastasia slowly moved the pulsating stream around June's clitoris,
four of June's fingers were buried in Anastasia's hot tunnel, the thumb
circling on top of the clitoris. I could literally see how their
ministrations upped the tension in their bodies until they both
exploded in orgasm. It was so sexy to watch that I came too, shooting
across the room into the bath tub -- and leaving a trail across the
floor too.

"Wow, that was hot," June whispered when her wits returned. "I was
quite lost in that jet."

"You two were quite amazing," I said. "What brought that on, apart from
the shower?"

"That's a bit of a story," Anastasia said. "Let's get dry, then we can
tell you."

"OK," I said and entered the shower as they left. I needed to get that
sticky goo off of my legs.

When I returned to the room, the beauties were lying down on their
backs, legs slightly spread and wearing nothing but Cheshire cat
smiles. I stopped just as I saw them and let my erection grow
unashamedly while feasting my eyes on the two models on display. Slowly
I walked closer, my hard-on bouncing with each step.

"Somebody better explain," I said. "Before I explode." I hefted my
erection to underscore what I meant.

The girls moved slightly apart and Anastasia patted the space between
them, indicating for me to lie down there.

"It wasn't one of my regular sittings tonight, as I told you,"
Anastasia began. "At this session, Ibrahim, Yanni, June and I were
going to model for a website."

"Boring," I smiled and yawned.

"Yeah right," June laughed. "The website is called Bacchanalian Contact
- Hedonistic Dating."

I shook my head. "Bacchanalian Contact - Hedonistic Dating, what a
strange name."

"Yeah, strange, if not stupid, but what they wanted. Whoa."

"Come on, tell the story." I was getting impatient, waiting for the
action. In the story and -- from the feel in my erection -- in the bed
too. It was still a bit odd to share the bed with somebody else. I was
used to sharing the bed with Anastasia, obviously, and the girls, but a
hot girl ... Whew!

Anastasia continued, "When we came to the shoot, we were shown into a
huge studio with ten different 'bedrooms' made by partitioning part of
the studio off with thin walls. Each room was decorated in different
styles from the all-mirrored boudoir with a huge
super-double-emperor-size black silk bed to the absolutely ordinary
white double-bed bedroom to a black leather-encased torture chamber.
Phil, the photographer, looked at the four of us and asked us to
completely undress, to, as he said, facilitate the shoots as the scarce
clothing would be provided by him."

Anastasia turned over and lay halfway across my chest and June copied
her, kissing my wife in front of my face.

"Hey!" I said. "What about me."

"Well, if you insist," June said. "I'll kiss you too." She bent down
and kissed my erection, letting her tongue lick once around my head.
"There you go."

I moaned.

"I looked at my fellow models. There was Ibrahim, a lanky Pakistani boy
of eighteen with the longest cock I've ever seen, it literally reached
below his knees; Yanni, a big, sixteen-year-old, olive-skinned boy with
the thickest cock you could imagine; and June the white-skinned,
freckled redhead right here. The photographer told us that the website
was a combination of a dating service and a swinger club and that we
would be the ambassadors for all their services, which could include
hosting parties at their clubs spread around the globe. If the owners
liked the result of the photo shoot, they would probably try to sign us
up for some lucrative contracts, he said." Anastasia smiled at me
before continuing. "So the first shoot was in a reception area where we
dressed in expensive, but rather revealing dresses and tight suits for
the boys. We were the smiling hosts greeting the new guests."

"After that," June said. "We showed the imaginary guests each of the
rooms. The first room was the 'ordinary' bedroom, where Ibrahim would
make love to Anastasia and Phil told us how he would manipulate the
pictures afterwards to put in a window pretending to overlook another
bedroom across the street where people would be watching their
activity, to give it an exhibitionist/voyeur angle."

"It must have been frustrating for Ibrahim," Anastasia said. "He wasn't
allowed to make love to me really, he was told to stay hard and enter
me, but otherwise keep still to prevent shaken pictures as this was
shot in natural light. All the same, he hit the bottom of my pussy with
less than three quarters of his dick. Amazing, I tell you."

For some odd reason, hearing how another guy had entered my wife made
me really excited. I've heard other people get jealous hearing about
stuff like that. I got horny!

"Then we had a foursome in the next bedroom -- the Red Room -- plush
and velvety." June sighed. "I tell you, when Ibrahim entered me, I
thought I was being filled by a huge snake. He just kept going and
going."

"And Yanni," Anastasia whispered. "That was like a birth in reverse. He
is as thick as a two-litre bottle and was as hard. Luckily, he was very
considerate and made sure I slowly got used to his size."

"Yeah," June said. "But who had to blow him afterwards?" She shook her
head. "I am not the worst deep-throater, but I kept gagging on him. And
my jaws hurt. I've never opened my mouth so wide."

"In the next room," Anastasia continued, "the boys took me
simultaneously. I was sitting on Yanni and Ibrahim took me in my butt
while I gave our little redhead here the cunnilingus of a lifetime. And
then I came, completely overwhelmed with the amount of meat filling me.
This took the boys completely by surprise and they both came."

"Oh gosh," June continued. "Phil was shouting for the two to pull out
and come over Anastasia's front and back. He was quite frantic, trying
to take pictures just as the sperm shot out. Apparently a lot of people
love to see shooting cocks. Mostly men, Phil said."

"And June came too, gushing all over my face. She's got the sweetest
juice. She should bottle it and sell it, it would be an instant success
... I think." Anastasia giggled. "The next room was the torture chamber
and Ibrahim and I were tied up on a table, me lying on top of him, his
hard dick buried in my pussy, then June and Yanni would whip us hard
and take turn in buggering us. Yanni was first, almost splitting
Ibrahim's butt before attacking mine. Then it was June's turn. She had
the most terrible strap-on, the thickness of Yanni's dick but twice as
long. It hurt -- but in a good way."

"It wasn't only you," June said. "The strap-on was double-ended and as
much inside me as you."

"Yeah, right," Anastasia grinned. "But who had it in the bum and who
had it in her pussy?"

"Touché!" June replied. "And when Yanni had his second round, he came
again inside Ibrahim, who, in pure sympathy, filled Anastasia. A right
creampie."

"In the next room, it was girl-on-girl and boy-on-boy. I could
literally hear Ibrahim's jaws creak and crack as he tried to take
Yanni, who wasn't much better off trying to swallow Ibrahim's anaconda.
It was really hard to keep focused on June's pussy with the boy-action
right next to us. So after some nice time with my nose buried in June's
pussy, I was rewarded with her sweet nectar and she drank mine -- while
the boys were huffing and puffing, and not the least, coughing. I don't
know what drugs those guys took, but their libidos and their sperm
count left nothing to be desired."

"The next room was back to basics with Anastasia riding Yanni and me on
Ibrahim. It was awesome -- especially when Ibrahim's long cock suddenly
managed to penetrate my cervix. It hurt like hell, but I was so high on
the sex act that it heightened my excitement instead of register as
pain. I was surprised and I must admit that it is absolutely fantastic
to have a load of sperm delivered directly where it matters. I know
we're not meant for that, but the feeling is unsurpassed by anything
else I've ever tried."

"And when Yanni pulled out after sploofing me royally, it took the
better part of half an hour for my pussy to return to something near
normal, so distended had it been. And then..."

"Stop," I yelled. "I need somebody on here." I pointed at my almost
exploding erection. "Now!"

"OK, OK," Anastasia said and  moved aside. "Let the light brigade on."

Without seconds thoughts, June sat up, straddled me and sat down again,
all in one lithe move. And I exploded inside her. Just like that. It
had been a long time since I could not control myself, but the
combination of my gorgeous wife, the beautiful redhead and the sexy
story was just too much for me. But luckily, I could keep it up and
soon the lithe nymph rode me hard accompanied by squishy sounds as my
sperm was pressed out at each plunge. Anastasia sat up and straddled my
face and just before I was covered by her sweet cave, I saw the two
kiss hard and greedily. I almost fell into a trance, licking the sweet
pussy of my wife and having a relative stranger ride me mercilessly. I
have no recollection of how long it took until I once again exploded
inside June, but I came really hard and realised I too had entered her
womb.

Anastasia and June slid down and lay next to me, still embracing each
other, when I heard Zeline's sleepy voice, "Who's she, Dad?"

"Hi, Sweetheart," I groaned, breathing hard from the exhaustion. "She's
June and she needed a place to sleep tonight."

"Doesn't June have a place to live?"

"Oh yes, she has, Dear. It's just that she was late for the train
tonight and Mum said she could stay here tonight then."

"Oh. So she's saying thank you to you by sitting on your willie?"

Anastasia chuckled.

"You could say that," I said. "But it's probably more correct to say
that we do it because we all like it and like each other."

"I like you too, does that mean I can sit on your willie?"

"No, Sweetheart, that is one of those adult things. Your ginny would be
much too small and it would hurt you."

She tried to put a little hand around my sticky, half-hard dick and
hefted it before moving her hand to her little pussy and probe it with
a finger. "You're right, Dad. It wouldn't fit at all. I'm going to the
toilet." She scampered off to the toilet and when she came back, she
lay down in our bed instead of her own. "I'll keep you company," she
said matter-of-factly. "I want to be nice to June to and show her some
hospice-ality."

We all laughed as she immediately fell asleep.

"Wow," Anastasia commented. "I think I came more than ten times and you
just kept going and going and June seems to be totally exhausted. How
do you do it?"

"I think I fell into a trance," I replied. "I can't remember anything
really since you covered my face, apart from a continuous feeling of
pleasure. It's amazing, really!"

June opened a bleary eye. "If he's like that every night, I'm moving
in!"

"What about William and Harry?" Anastasia asked.

"They'll learn from a master, at least."

"Who's William and Harry?" I asked.

"Oh, they're June's sons. They're twins. Older than the girls. Very
special twins, June said."

"Special?"

"Yes, they haven't got the same father, you see."

"How's that possible?"

"Long story, but to cut it short: June was at a party and had a nice
threesome with two guys. She became pregnant by both of them."

"How does she know that it wasn't just by one of them?"

"Because one is clearly of mixed parentage and the other white as
alabaster."

"Oh. Wow! That's amazing. How did you cope with all the questions,
June?" The only answer I got was a quiet snoring. Everybody had fallen
asleep, except for me. Realising my situation, I pluffed up the pillow
and was asleep before I had time to think about it.

I dreamed that somebody punched my chest lightly. Then I realised it
wasn't a dream. Somebody DID punch my chest. I slowly opened my eyes
and looked into India's. "Who's the lady?" she asked. "I haven't seen
her before."

"That's true," I answered her. "That is June and she was late for her
train home and Mum let her sleep here tonight."

"Oh," India said and rested her head back on my chest, legs around my
dick. She moved back and forth a bit to get her body comfortable,
rubbing my hardening member as she moved. She peeked at my erection and
said, "I love you too." Then she fell asleep.

I was all worked up and could hardly sleep anymore so I took stock of
my situation: One little, black five-year-old (India) on her back on my
belly with my erection sticking up between her legs, rubbing her little
pussy; one black wife touching all along one side (Anastasia); one
white redhead touching along the other side (June) and my five-year-old
daughter in the valley where June's and my body touched. I was hot in
more than one sense of the word.

Luckily Anastasia had awoken too and saw my predicament. "We'd better
help you there," she said. "Just a moment." She moved over a bit and
kneeled next to me, appraising the situation. "OK, let's see what I can
do." She bent down and let her tongue slide down from the top of my
dick-head to India's pussy, touching her buried clitoris at the end.

"Yeah, Sweetheart, that's just what I need." I shuddered.

She kept going vigorously and before long I could feel my balls
contract and with a huge sigh I let go. India woke up just then and
sleepily said, "My ginny tinkles. It feels really good!" while I was
covering her front in sperm. When she saw her mum licking my dick, she
sat up and bent forward to join in, so while I shot the last of my
sperm out, I had a pair of soft, hot tongues caressing my dick. When
the two had finished cleaning up the huge load of sperm, including
Anastasia licking India clean, they continued to kiss and to my
surprise, mother and daughter were suddenly making out, kissing like
seasoned lovers.

I got hard again!

"Oh Dad," India groaned. "You like us again."

"I can't help it, Darling," I sighed. "You are so beautiful and very,
very sexy."

"I wish I could sit on you like I've seen Mum do."

"I'm sorry, Angel, but You're just too small and it would hurt you, if
we tried."

She sighed. "I know, Dad, but I still wish."

I couldn't get the picture out of my head: The picture of my erection
buried in India's pussy; and I was so hard now it physically ached.

"Look what we CAN do," Anastasia said. "If you lie on the edge of the
bed and Dad gets on his knees before you, then he can use your legs.
Come on! Try it." She plucked India from my belly and arranged her at
the edge of the bed. I let Zeline down on the bed slowly and got out of
the bed, kneeling in front of India. I was too low and couldn't reach
properly, so I got up and bent my knees until I had my hard-on between
her legs.

"That's it," Anastasia said. "Now close you legs around Dad's willie."

India did just that and I could feel the heat from her legs and the
sweet moisture from her wet pussy against the crown of my dick. I
slowly began to slide back and forth, getting in between her legs on
the backslide and across her pussy and on top of her pelvis when I went
forward. Anastasia placed her hand on top of it so I slid between her
hand and India's tummy on the last bit, which improved the contact
hugely. I started to move back and forth slowly, feeling the different
texture of her legs, her pussy, her tummy and Anastasia's hand on my
head. It was absolutely terrific and I had never dreamed it could feel
so good almost making love to a child. I didn't see myself as a
paedophile despite getting aroused by the little ones now and again,
but this was something!

As I picked up speed, India began to tremble underneath me and suddenly
she let out a high-pitched mewl as she came. I was only human and the
feeling of her little body thrashing in the throes of an orgasm tipped
me over the edge and with a deep moan I began to shoot my hot sperm. It
just happened so that my dick was resting in the folds of her pussy so
most of the baby-juice shot into her little body, and just the thought
of that made everything even better.

What is it that make men completely silly about releasing their sperm
inside a girl?

Evolution I guess -- or maybe divine intervention.

But who cares?

Then she kissed me.

Not a little-girl peck, but a proper kiss. Her little tongue teased my
lips and soon we were breathing hard as our tongues duelled back and
forth. Anastasia looked at us with something between a bemused and a
loving smile. After a short while of this, I got hard again and this
time Anastasia said, "Enough! My turn now!" I slowly crawled into the
bed and turned round on my back, all the while kissing India, who was
now lodged on my chest with her gooey butt in the air. Anastasia
mounted me urgently and started to ride me hard and kissing India's bum
as she went.

This was really good. How on earth could any man resist this? I mean,
my beautiful, lovely, young wife rode me hard while she was kissing her
daughter's privates, while the daughter kissed me. I was in seventh
heaven.

It obviously couldn't last long and after less than fifteen minutes, we
all exploded. I filled Anastasia with whatever sperm I had left as she
and India cried out in orgasmic throes, announcing to the world that
they had come. And yet, June and Zeline managed to sleep through it all
without stirring.

Until...

Anastasia almost collapsed on my right side while India on my left was
breathing hard from the ordeal and I was dizzy with the combination of
pleasure and exhaustion, just waiting to have a rest before we had to
get up.

Just then Zeline sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Oh, it's past eight." She
shook the three of us. "Wake up, Sleepyheads. We'd better get going. Me
and India are going to Olivia's at nine, remember?"

"Argh," Anastasia and I groaned.


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