Chapter 1

Is this how you want me to do it?"

Connie stood up and slowly began sliding her feet apart, her high heels rasping on the marble floor-"is that right?"

Her calf muscles swelled with the effort of trying to keep them on the ground, and a tendon in the soft upper part of her foot jumped with the strain. Light from the lamp placed on the floor at her feet heightened the metallic sheen of her black stockings, and a few stray hairs trapped in the fine nylon mesh shone brightly in the glow. The black satin skirt she was wearing began to ride up. Stretching as her knees moved further apart, the material tightening into taut horizontal folds across her thighs.

Not wanting to spoil the moment by talking, he slid himself forward until he was between her legs, ignoring the cold marble on his naked back.

"Is that right?" she asked again, smiling down at him. "You look funny lying down there-aren't you cold?" She bit her lip and shivered slightly. "This skirt's so tight and I'm beginning to feel sexy."

Relaxed now, he watched the skirt slowly-rise above him knowing he wouldn't have to answer, content to let her ramble on.

"Yes, I can feel it growing in me," she said excitedly, "I feel I want to press against something."

Her breasts obscured her face, and her voice seemed to float almost lazily down to him on the floor. There was an edge to it, the familiar excited tone becoming more noticeable, as she became more aroused.

"I can't get them any further apart than that, the skirt's too tight." He heard her catch her breath sharply. "I must press against something."

There was a slight furry sound as she lowered her hand and pressed it firmly against her lower belly. The fingers dipped, lightly cupping the broad mount of Venus that pushed out the satin skirt.

"That's the trouble with having one as large as mine," she said slowly. "You always want to press ... press against something." Her fingers spread, the middle one searching. "Don't do that!" His voice sounded harsh and be had to consciously soften it. "Not yet, anyway. In a minute you can, but not yet."

Her fingers straightened reluctantly, and she relaxed and lowered her arms to her side.

"It's so big," she said, looking down at it. "It always wants something pressing against it."

She began pulling the skirt up, inch by inch, her thoughts running away with her as she became more aroused.

"That girl last year in the changing huts at the baths, she put her hand on it and pressed. I nearly came with surprise when I felt her hand there. Her eyes had a sort of glazed look in them and she kept saying, 'it's too big' over and over again. Mind you, my costume did rather show it up."

She looked down at him, "Can you see my suspenders yet, John?"

It was above her well-rounded knees now, almost level with the first patterned ring of the stocking top. Sliding himself forward a little more until he was directly beneath her, he could see her thighs large above him, see the white flesh above her stockings and the indistinct outline of her briefs.

"I pulled them as tight as they would go for you."

Restraining himself from touching the silky thighs above him, he lay in a tense ecstasy, soaking in the sensation, and listening intently to her excited reminiscences.

"She stood behind me and put her arms through mine, telling me to look at myself in the mirror opposite. Her hand was pressing against me there, and she was tight and warm behind me. It didn't occur to me to stop her. I just stood and watched myself being handled."

Craning his neck, he was able to see her full length reflection in the mirror behind him. She was leaning slightly forward, watching herself intently in the mirror, as fold by fold she continued to raise the satin skirt. Her startling large breasts were half exposed in the silk blouse she wore, swaying with every movement. The white of her thighs showed more clearly at a distance above him, and when her stockinged calves touched his shoulder, he twitched, surprised at their brittle smoothness.

"-And my breasts, she was touching my breasts. She took the bra off and began squeezing them so hard I thought she was deliberately trying to hurt me. She couldn't believe they were so big and kept telling me so in a sort of strangled voice." There was a pause as she fumbled with a zip. "I must take this skirt off," she said suddenly-"it's to bulky around my hips."

Without waiting for any acknowledgment from him, she had stepped out of it and sent it sailing over the bath. She turned around and put a foot on the lavatory seat, pulling the back of her stockings up firmly and smoothly over her thigh.

"You're getting excited now, aren't you, John?" she said with a half smile on her lips. "John wants to watch Connie have a piss, doesn't he! Johnny wants to watch me open these little panties I made." Her voice became quieter and she shivered. "Not yet, though, I have to watch myself in the mirror first-watch myself getting hot."

He had grown used to her talking this way. At first he had found it strange, but now that he had grown used to it, he enjoyed it as much as she did. Now that her skirt was off and there was more light, he could see her prominent mount of Venus and the slight curve of her belly above the waistband of her briefs.

"Watch myself in the mirror there like that girl watched me." She closed her eyes as if to recapture the memory in greater detail.

"Pulling at my breasts and rubbing her soft hands over my mound ... exciting me like that ... no wonder I couldn't stop myself from coming.

"You want to come very badly, don't you? she kept whispering. I could feel my cunt expanding. With those tight panties and her hands pressing on it."

She stopped for a moment, a slight tremor running through her. "I can now," she said.

The tight panties she wore with one or two hairs peeping through, were her own design. Fitting so tightly that they moulded the cheeks, they had tiny buttons all the way from the front to the rear, which gave access to her vulva. Craning his neck, he watched her slip the cup of her bra from one enormous breast. It shone in her cupped hands, the nipple slowly erecting and the light brown aureole contracting tightly around it. She squeezed it between curved and cupping fingers until the huge fullness of it stood out like an inflated balloon. His penis twitched violently in answer to the frustrating provocation of the act, as above him he heard her catch her breath.

"I mustn't come yet ... I mustn't," she said through clenched teeth.

It was hard to believe that Connie had been ashamed of the size of her breasts once, he thought lazily. Always wearing slippy sweaters that tried to conceal-but never did. It was different after the party in Bayswater, though ... she'd been high then, raving, in fact, and it was while he was quietly fucking her that she had opened her heart to him.

"Oh, John, don't stop fucking me; don't stop!" Then she had come-along drawn-out orgasm which, instead of leaving her exhausted, only increased her ardor.

He looked up at her again. She had taken her bra off altogether and was moulding and squeezing them together, trying to make the nipples touch each other, a detached look in her eyes. Between her parted thighs he could see the sopping crutch piece of her panties sagging away from the full lips of her vulva, and heard the rising note in her voice as she continued: "She took my pants off-hers as well, and stood behind me again."

She closed her eyes: "Her hair was rough on my bottom and when I pressed back against her, her fingers sank straight into my cunt. I had to make her stop everything while I stood there trembling and teetering on the brink of an orgasm."

She began pulling at her nipples, a light delicate pull that particularly excited her.

At the party he had discovered that she was indefa-tiguable. She hadn't been able to believe that his appetite was as great as her own, and had abandoned herself to all the dammed up sensuality in her. Highly excited, she told him how she used the vibro-worked herself off ... was the phrase she had used ... even the thought of the machine causing another helpless orgasm. In a frenzy she had dragged him to the bathroom, a distracted look in her eyes, and had asked ___no begged him ... to watch her urinate.

Wetting her forefinger, she began gently masturbating herself, telling him to watch. Straddling the porcelain bowl, she began to increase the speed of her finger, her voice becoming harsher as her excitement increased.

"Watch me, John, I'm going to piss ... watch me!" the note of urgency in it grew, "I'm going to piss now ... now ... now!"

She had thrust both her hands between her thighs so tightly that spurts of warm urine escaped noisily from between her fingers, splashing him. Her hips thrusting and jerking, she had taken her hands away and watched closely as it steamed out of her onto the floor, the orgasm slowly dying.

"That word, John!" she said excitedly. "I daren't say it otherwise I shall explode ... I've drunk so much." She lowered her hands and began pulling at the elastic waistband. "These panties are so much nicer than ordinary ones ... so easy to open." Her fingers slipped inside them-"and finger myself. Oh, I'm sopping wet! My cun't dripping right-through the material. I love to press it like this-it's so tight and warm. Yes. I can feel it running hot over my fingers."

He felt a drop of the moisture, cooled by its rapid descent, fall on his belly and slowly form a pool in his navel.

That was how their relationship had begun. After the urinating episode she had moved in with him, his sensual nature a constant pleasure to her. He knew now that she had masturbated every night for as long as she could remember ... that the desire to urinate in front of somebody had long been a secret wish, but that only with him had she been able to realize her perverse ambition. She had discovered the vibro when she bought one to slim with, and had found it so exciting that even he used it at least four times a week.

Her breasts, too, were very sensitive and she could, when she wished, suck them to induce the orgasm. A trick that she had learned from a school-friend was to grease a toothbrush handle and slide it gently in and out of her anus. She would imagine that a particularly brutal man was sodomizing her and manipulate her clitoris at the same time. When he first "bottled" her, as she called it, she felt as if she were being fucked again for the first time, and had such a powerful orgasm that she nearly passed out.

Most of the little buttons on her panties were open now and she was standing open-legged above him, begging him to watch.

"My clitoris feels as if it's dancing," she said excitedly. "Can you see it standing up? You must be able to ... it's so big, and oh, God, I don't think I can stop! Yes," she struggled with the rising orgasm. "Yes, I can."

She stood stock still, her hands well away from her dripping vulva, holding her breath until the sensation receded. The swollen lips were half open, the erect clitoris boldly showing itself from between them. A drop of the thin moisture ran down the inside of one thigh, the stocking top absorbing it.

"That was near," she said in a relieved voice. "I nearly came then. Even the thought of tossing myself off makes my cunt grow wetter."

She looked down at him again. "I want to watch you yanking yourself a little, not too much ... just enough to build it up again. That's it; that's lovely. Stop now, John ... you know I want you to back-scuttle me."

She reached behind her and separated the smooth cheeks of her buttocks, the middle finger searching. She pressed sharply ... a contented smile came over her face.

"My anus ... my arsehole is sucking at my finger," she said slowly. "I've got it right in now .. it's so hot! Not wet enough though. I'll have to moisten it."

Her fingers slid along the length of her vulva and emerged glistening. She reached behind her again.

"There, that's better. I can put one finger, and now two ... oh, easy, Connie, easy! I'm pushing them up slowly-both of them-right up to my ring. It's lucky I defecated, no! I shit before. Why shouldn't I say it if I want to? Oh, it's so good! Easy, Connie, only two fingers up your greedy little arsehole!"

He watched spellbound as she gently thrust two rigid fingers up her anus. Her legs trembled as though she had just run a mile, her breasts rising and falling in sympathy. He was on the verge of an orgasm himself, the merest touch of her fingers would make him come.

"Another little bit like that," she said more calmly, "and I'd come like a bolting horse. This girl, she put her fingers up my arsehole like that ... I'd never had it done by a girl before. It was so exciting that it nearly brought me off. I could feel she had her other hand up her own cunt ... she'd made me fondle my breasts whilst she watched me-so I couldn't toss her off myself. She was whispering in my ear, asking me how I liked a finger up my anus ... how I looked in the mirror ... how I liked playing with my breasts; and all the time I could feel her fingers manipulating her clitoris against my bottom. Her breath came faster and faster, and I began begging her to rub me quicker as I began to come. Somehow she wrapped her legs around me, and I could feel her cunt, hot and slippery, plastered against the back of my thighs. She moved her hands until one was in my cunt, the fingers flicking at my clitoris and the other squeezing my breasts and pulling my nipples."

Connie became more excited as the story progressed, and her fingers left her anus and lost themselves deep in her cunt.

She continued: "She began to shout that she was coming, and I was suddenly frightened in case anyone heard us. And then, suddenly I didn't care any more. She plugged my arsehole with two fingers, jamming them up as far as they would go, and I began to come with her. Her cunt was slapping at my thigh, her clitoris pressed hard against it, whilst she rocked her hips harder. And then she went berserk. We fell over in a heap and she was sitting over me, telling me to squeeze my breast hard while she worked herself off on me. I'd never had anything like that before-I didn't even have to touch myself ... I just came and came until I thought it was never going to stop."

Almost in a frenzy, Connie reeled over to the lava- tory and straddled it, her fingers still working furiously in her cunt.

"Stretch your arm up," she said thickly, "with one finger pointed."

The cold edge of the porcelain bowl touched his arm as he did what she asked. Bending her knees slightly she caught hold of his wrist and guided his rigid index finger to her anus.

"That's it," she gasped. "That's marvelous. Yours is so much thicker than mine. I can feel it going in now ... oh, easy, not too quickly. I really want to feel this. It seems to be open and sucking at your finger ... wanting it ... asking for it. I must piss in a minute, John, I must. Watch it closely when it happens. You know I find it easier to come when you do. I can hardly wait! And then while I'm pissing and its still splashing down, I want you to turn me around and back-scuttle me-fuck me up my arse."

Her nipples stood up rigid and straining at the apex of the taut white globes, thick and swollen with desire. Bracing himself he felt a spasm of lust sweep suddenly through him, as he watched her knees bend and separate even further than the bowl.

"Take your finger away, John-quickly!" Her voice sounded harsh. "My cunt feels as if it's going to explode, it's so swollen. It's aching so much now ... I can hardly control myself ... I must piss or I'll go mad I want the first jet to take me away ... to make me come. Look, I'm stretching it wide now! It's like a million needles there ... all making me come. I ... oh, piss, it's starting. I can feel myself beginning to come ... and I can't control it! Not any longer. I'm going to piss ... and I'm beginning to come ... it's exploding inside me and I can't stop. Oh, God; I'm going to piss! Yes, now ... now ... now! I'm coming ... I'm coming ... I'm coming. Piss, oh, I'm pissing now, and it's pouring out of me ... I can't stand it ... it's too much. Oh, I'm coming ... it's too much!"

Frantically clamping her hand over the hissing stream, she seemed to go crazy. Her hips jerked backward and forward, sending spurts of its through her fingers, splashing John on the floor below, the walls; and then spurting in a heavy stream to meet the water in the bowl below. Separating her fingers she leaned forward and controlling her jerking hips, watched the noisy jet fall; the nerve-tearing sensation of the orgasm decreasing and diminishing with her emptying bladder. Still straddle-legged, she trembled as a result of the powerful release ... her eyes clouding with pleasure. Between her separated fingers powerful spurts of urine still fell, expelled by the downward pressure she was exerting.

"It goes on for such a long time when I piss," she said slowly. "I shouldn't bottle it up like that; it's nearly too much to bear. There, that's it ... that's enough. I can feel myself wanting to come again already." Her voice thickened. "Come and fuck me, John. Come and fuck me gently up the arse like you did this morning."

Naked, and trembling with lust, he got up and gripped the firm round hips that were turned toward him. She leaned forward, her hands resting on the rim of the bowl, her full buttocks gently moving as she impatiently waited. Her skin was warm and smooth, and the sloppy wetness of desire between her thighs, hot. Quickly, he felt the swollen clitoris and the hot sucking entrance to her vagina with his fingertips before he began to titillate her anus. His penis jumped with desire, but he deliberately prolonged the performance before attempting to introduce the swollen glans.

"That's it, you bitch," he thought lustfully, "Turn your arse toward me and wait until I fiddle around with your hole; wait until you want it so much you can't bear any more."

Reaching around in front of her, until he felt the rubbery mass of her breasts, he touched the nipple, feeling her quiver against him as he did so.

I've got to make her wait a bit longer, make her wait until she's nearly coming, he thought.

He began pulling gently on the nipples in the special way she liked, softly squeezing them between forefinger and thumb.

This is what she likes me to do, he thought lustfully. Pull her nipples, stretch them firmly, until she feels like beating herself off.

She began squirming with desire and started to move backward in a vain effort to feel him tight against her.

"You mustn't make me wait like that," she said, desperately. "You know I can't stand it. I like you pulling my nipples like that though ... it sends shivers through me."

She caught her breath and pressed closer to him. "My anus, my arsehole, it's itching to feel your hand there again. Put two fingers in it, John ... please. John, you must do something! I can feel myself beginning to come like I did when I was pissing ... Please! My cunt is expanding and I'm going to come in a minute. Bottle me; fuck me up the arse. John. Christ, I can't stand it! My nipples are so stiff and I'll have to toss myself off if you don't do something!"

She began shuddering with desire, her breasts straining against his hands, and her breath coming in quick gasps. Putting his hand up until his fingers were at her mouth, he gently pushed until she began sucking at his forefinger.

"Make it wet," he said slowly. "Wet enough for your arse. You wouldn't like me to put my rough, dry finger up your hole, would you? That's it, that's enough."

He removed it and gently touched her anus with the moistened forefinger. She jumped as though his finger was red hot, her breasts swaying.

"Oh, God, that's marvelous!" she breathed. "I can feel it wet against my hole. Be careful with your nails, John. Oh, that's heaven! You've just got your fingertip in, haven't you? Gently, now ... oh, Christ! In and out, like that ... yes. Easy, oh easy, John ... not too quickly, I don't want to come yet! It feels so open! In and out gently like that ... again."

Standing up straight, he watched her shapely back curve upward with delight as his finger moved. Leaning backward slightly, he could see the tight sucking ring clutch at his finger as he began moving it in and out. He was dying to bunch two fingers together and force them in, but past experience told him that she would come too quickly. It would have to be a gradual performance before he could do that. His penis throbbed, waiting for the release the orgasm would give him ... waiting to bury itself deep inside her bowels. The elastic ring expanded as he dug his finger deeper in, growing to accommodate the thicker part. She was moist now and there was no need for any more spit. He dug in again ... deeper this time.

"You'll drive me mad ... you'll kill me if you keep on like that, John," she cried. "My cunt feels so open and swollen ... Oh, God, you're putting two fingers in now! Gently ... oh, gently, John. I don't want to come yet ... I want you to back-scuttle me to stuff your prick up my arse, before I do. I couldn't bear to come alone now that we've got so far. Stop! I'm nearly coming ... Oh, Christ, why did I learn to finger my anus? I could come all day with your finger up there ... it's better than the vibro. Now you're putting another one up. Three fingers up my arse! Take them out, John ... quickly ... I'm really coming again!"

Her voice sounded cracked and unreal, as she urgently repeated the demand. He pulled them out slowly ... slowly ... against the reluctant sucking of her anus, knowing that the imminent orgasm would die when they were removed. Clutching his throbbing penis with his right hand, he sought out her clitoris. It was swollen and much larger than any he had yet encountered-almost the size of a walnut; big through too much stimulation. His fingers rubbed slowly across it, and he deliberately ignored her half-choked cries as she tried to control the swelling orgasm. The labia minora were small and firm, not like the atrophied lengths of used flesh that hung down from some cunts. "I can't wait," she whispered.

"You won't have long now," he replied, guiding his penis to the wet half-open ring.

Thrusting two fingers deep into her vagina, he half wondered why she didn't want fucking properly. That was the trouble with her-she did things in spasms. One week she just masturbated herself, not wanting him near her, and another he had to thrash her while she used the vibro on herself. He watched the swollen glans nudge at her anus, feeling the rubbery muscle give slightly as he pressed, Knowing that that would be no trouble, he paused for a moment, feeling the muscle grip and expand. She remained motionless, savoring the sensation; enjoying every moment of it. "Just stay like that, so that I can back onto it," she said quietly.

He watched her as with a delicate shuddering motion she began pushing back against his penis, the sphincter almost fluttering at the insistent pressure.

Catching his breath, he watched the muscle slip silently and firmly over the glans. She kept on pushing, raising and lowering her hips, screwing herself firmly onto him; catching her breath as millimetre by millimetre it was slowly contained within her. Almost two inches of it was inside her now, and he could see the muscle straining and sucking at his ringed length. He restrained himself from crashing it deep into her, relaxing instead, suddenly content to let her enjoy herself. Her high heels were off the floor now, and her thigh muscles tensed as she moved her hips slowly and forcefully backward. The smooth, white hemisphere of her rump ripped as the great muscles swelled with her efforts. Putting both hands on her hips, he looked down and saw with satisfaction that about four and a half inches were buried inside her.

"It gets so thick at the end," she said lustfully. "That's why I can't be too quick about it. Thick and hard up my anus. It feels like an arm up there ... huge and, oh, God, that's it it's all in and I can't take any more. Off now a little, and then back firmly. Oh, why didn't I know about this when I was a little girl? I ... oh, easy Connie, you don't want to come yet."

She turned her head and looked at him, through half-closed eyelids.

"Push it in deeper, John, as deep as you can. Yes, that's it. Don't move, just keep still and let me work myself off on it."

"Try and time it so that we can come together. You like this, don't you? You love burying your prick deep in my arse. Be careful, now ... I want to spread my legs further apart so that I can get you in a ... bit deeper."

Her hips arched and she carefully slid her feet apart, -lowering herself a little when she found the right position.

"Yes, that's marvelous. Now I'll come off it a little ... and then back ... hard. Oh, God! that's heavenly! Tell me when you want to come, John; I can come any time. It feels as though I'm sucking you off with my arsehole."

Her voice thickened: "When you were away in Bradford last week, I did this by myself with that plastic hairbrush I've got. I watched myself in the mirror there while I did it."

The tenseness in his scrotum grew, a thick excitement swelling in his bowels, telling him of the approaching orgasm. Her anus gripped the throbbing length of his penis like a rubber glove ... and he could feel it expand and contract as she thrust back against him. From her muttered pleadings he knew she was desperately trying to control herself so that they could come together. Accelerating his thrusts, he strove to catch up with her. Suddenly his penis seemed to swell, setting off an orgasm that he knew he couldn't control.

"Oh, John, I can't stop now," she babbled, " ... can't stop. My anus is growing and expanding for you. Rub your finger across my clitoris, toss me off ... make me come like I did when I was pissing just then. Oh, that's marvelous ... ! can't stop, now. Fuck me ... fuck me ... up my arse. Yes, like that! Harder! Harder! I can't stop it ... I can't control it. I'm coming. You are, too? I can feel it throbbing inside me. Come now, John ... come with me! Oh, fuck me! I'm coming and your spunk's going up my arsehole ... I'm coming!"

She began screaming; high-pitched yells that reverberated around the room. Her hips pistoned backward and forward on his ballooning penis as she rode on a wave of pure sexual delight; drawing out the sperm that leapt out of him and squealing when it spurted deep into her bowels.

Uncontrollable spasm shook him as he emptied himself in her, making him bite his lip until it bled, and tearing thick unintelligable sounds out of his throat.

It seemed ages before the orgasm subsided and he was left sweating and trembling with relief. A last convulsive jump from his slowly wilting penis, and it had gone.

She stopped screaming and eased herself forward, until with a soft sucking sound, her anus closed and his limp penis slipped out. Trembling, she turned to him, a warm gratified smile on her lips, her eyes half closed a few strands of dark hair sticking to her damp cheek.

"With you I could do anything," she said slowly, putting her arms around his neck, "and you could do anything to me-anything."

She stood away from him, and pulled the hair away from her cheek.

"It was a great day when I met you."

He laughed: "It was a great party!"

Watching her walk toward the bedroom, he couldn't help feeling faintly self-satisfied. Everything that he had ever wanted in a woman, she possessed, and now that the future was so bright, there were endless opportunities to take advantage of: endless chances they might take.

Her voice calling from the bedroom interrupted his train of thought.

"I want a bath in a minute, would you run it for me?"

He smiled and stood up.