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It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.nnChapter Four : The Host's TalennEmma and Jake shared a table with Julie and Robert, finding them entertaining company, enjoying an excellent meal with a cool bottle of Pouily Fuisse with the fish, and a smooth vintage beaujolais with the pheasant. Noticing Emma looking at the photographs on the walls, Robert explained that they were studies by Bill.nn'We display erotic pictures of explicit sex for our guests, to stimulate discussion and put them into the mood for an uninhibited week-end. And it looks as though Susan's already lost hers 'nnSusan had broken into a loud, coarse laugh. The others turned to watch as she dipped her hand down the top of her dress, hooked the palm of her left hand under her right breast, and heaved it free from her gown, tipped with a hard, thimble-shaped nipple. 'How about that, then?' she asked.nn'Beautiful darling ' Martin cried, 'absolutely superb ' Susan bent over her goblet of red wine, dipping the nipple in the ruby liquid before offering it to Martin.nn'Have a taste.'nnHe promptly leaned over to take the dripping nipple between his lips. To Emma's surprise, the beautiful, sophisticated Delia, sitting opposite Susan, who had been the one to badger her into this display, laughed gaily.nn'Here, George What do you think of this, then?' she asked. She hoisted a large milky-white breast from the top of her gown. 'They're far more sumptuous than Susan's, don't you think?'nnGeorge peered closely at the proffered breast. 'Stand up the two of you, and let's have a proper look.'nnGeorge and Martin helped the ladies out of their chairs.

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No one knows what it's like to be me. My name is Matthew Marquis. I'm a big white guy of Jewish origin who hails from the incredibly tough and resilient town of Stoughton, in the state of Massachusetts. I was raised by my absentee father and my guilt-inducing Jewish Mama. I finally escaped from my boring household when I went to Bay State University in Boston, Massachusetts. I stayed there for two years, got my associate's degree in Travel and Hospitality Management before moving to the city of Marquis, in the state of Michigan. I enrolled at the Northern Michigan Institute of Technology, where I moved into the dormitories. I have always been a very ordinary guy. I'm not extraordinary in any way. I love Baseball. I go to college. I have a passion for cooking. I'm completely unremarkable. And I was actually a virgin at the age of twenty four, if you can believe that.nnI like women, but they never see me as anything more than Mister Nice Guy. I'm the guy with lots of female friends yet never gets laid. Some people have even wondered if I'm gay or if there's something wrong with me because of this. I'm painfully shy, and I'm not that comfortable with my body. I have a thing for skinny white women who look like Julianne Moore or Jennifer Aniston. Even though I'm a fat white guy, I don't like fat women.

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I call my first gay lover "Cowboy." I don't remember his true name, or even if I ever knew it. To me, he's Cowboy because he was a tall, lanky man who seemed as if, were he not seated beside me on a towel spread over his couch, he belonged in boots, chaps, jeans, a flannel shirt, a neckerchief, and, of course, a Stetson. He was ruggedly good-looking, tan, and weathered, with white teeth, brown hair, and blue eyes. I imagine he might have been as good with a six-gun as he was with a lasso. He wanted me to suck his cock.nnHe had as beautiful a prick as one might expect a cowboy to have. It was seven inches, thick, and, like the rest of him, ass as well as chest and legs, tanned by long hours of bathing nude in the sun, probably on his balcony but maybe at the local nude beach as well.nnHe'd had a lover who'd performed oral sex on him on a regular basis, once a week, until, after several years, he'd moved away. Cowboy was looking for a replacement; I was auditioning for the part, although I hadn't known it at the time.nnWe were watching a porn video--heterosexual, not gay. I knew, even then, that I preferred men to women (so much so that I couldn't imagine why any man would choose a woman over another man for his mate, partner, or companion), but watching the naked ladies suck cock and take pricks up their asses (and cunts) was still mildly exciting, especially when I concentrated on the erect penises, imagining that I had switched places with the women who sucked and fucked these thick, hard organs.nnWhile we were watching one of the men fuck a woman in the ass, Cowboy regarded me from the corner of his eye. "I wouldn't want anyone doing that to me," he announced. I wondered whether he was letting me know that he was a top instead of a bottom or whether he was suggesting that he thought anal intercourse was repulsive or whether he was encouraging me to divulge whether I would want anyone (namely, him) to fuck me in the ass. Uncertain of his intention, I kept mum.nnHe spied the erection jutting stiffly from my groin. "It looks like you're ready," he announced.nnThis was my first time, so I felt shy. I nodded, mute and absurd, as he took my cock in his fist and began to masturbate me.

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Melli started returning Mike's kisses - just as he had expected and just as she had been programmed. The kisses were technically well executed, but to him they felt obviously mechanised and passionless.nnMike closed his eyes and enjoyed the experience for what it was. He imagined the complicated machinery of her mouth moving to provide him with this simulated act of sensuality. He envisioned all the moving parts of metal, plastic and silicone and all the precisely controlled surges of electricity pulsating through her wiring and her microchips.nnHer sexy, slender body remained still for the most part while her wet lips moved and changed shape in response to what its sensors detected in his own mouth. One thing missing from the experience was the faint but audible sound of electricity humming and motors whirring. He would have been able to enjoy that too had he been kissing a 510.nnBut the lady in his arms was artificial enough for him. He kissed for a while until a thought crossed his mind. Tipped off by a whiff of a scent, he reminded himself of how this type of usage always triggered synthetic cum secretion in these plastic women. That functionality was part and parcel of the basic kissing and sex programs he had insisted upon being installed in all of them.nnHe stopped his kissing and leaned back a little from Melli. He looked into her lifeless electronic eyes. She was so perfectly empty of feelings, and the look showed clearly on her very pretty face.nn"Melli, lay down face-up on that table and spread your legs." he commanded.nn"Yes Mike." she said, and got to work computing and carrying out his order.nnHe went to go fetch an upholstered stool he had brought down to the lab just for occasions such as this.

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Using a small brush to apply the last of her deep maroon lipstick, Mai checked her work one last time before leaving the bathroom and preparing to head out for the evening. She went over in her head everything she thought she would need, re-verifying for the third time that she had the keys to her apartment and her emergency money safely tucked away in a hidden pocket of her small party purse. She and her two closest friends were making it a girls' night out and going to a club they had never been to before.nnIn her living room she stood far back from the large oval mirror which hung at eye level on the wall next to the front door to see how she looked. She didn't have a full-length mirror and so had to improvise as best she could. Her metallic cobalt blue sequined dress with its black accents hugged every curve of her body. Tight enough to show off her petite figure, she was only 5' 4", yet loose enough to move around in comfortably. It complemented her blunt cut, raven black hair falling down her partially exposed back.nnThe only offspring of a white father and Vietnamese mother, she had inherited the best of both genetic pools. Her hair, skin tone and elegant curves being the Asian portion while her green, rounded eyes and more angular face being the European portion. Where the two met, such as her high cheekbones and small chin, they combined to produce an exotic beauty. nnRaised in what most people would have considered a conservative household, her parents had instilled in her the value of modesty which she had carried with her until she moved to New York a few years after graduating from college. Soon after starting her first real job after school she was befriended by Christine, or Chrissy as she preferred, and Tina who very quickly absolved her of the notion that she had to hide herself under non-descript, plain jane clothes. They took her on whirlwind shopping sprees stopping at the big stores such as Macy's, Bloomingdales and Bergdorf Goodman. They dove into the small, nook-and-cranny stores hidden away in SoHo, Chelsea and the lower east side where deals on designer clothes abounded. They showed her the luxury that awaited at spas and surprised her by treating her to having her hair done by one of the most prestigious hairstylists in the city.nnThe result was a woman coming into her own. She had grown more confident as the months passed, more poised, more citified yet still retained some of the habits and sensibilities she had grown up with. Now, as she examined herself in the mirror, she contemplated changing outfits. While the color and fit were perfect for her, the reflection of the sequins almost made it look like she had on a skin of small fish scales.

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Acting persons: Cecile Boneuve, 54, opera star; Eva Hordon, 19, student and fannnEva Hordon was a 19-year-old student. She had been born in Budapest but was now attending an exchange term at the university of Verona. Eva was a very pretty and sexy girl. With a size of 1,70 meters she was of medium height. She had a slim body, but was not bony at all. She was rather sportive and had all the curves necessary to have a very sexy appearance. Her breasts were a nice C-cup, very firm and had the perfect form of peas with thick nipples at the ends. Her face was pretty with full red lips and beautiful green eyes. Her blonde hair was very slightly curled and almost reached her shoulders. Eva had always been fascinated by operas and so she had taken summer courses at the university too, as during summer there was a big opera festival in the old arena of Verona. nnThese days "Othello" was on schedule and the role of "Desdemona" was sung by her most favourite opera singer the famous Cecile Boneuve. She had got some tickets for tonight's show and definitely wanted to try to get an autograph and maybe even a picture of her favourite and adored star. nnCecile Boneuve had been a big star in classical music for well over thirty years now. She was black but had been born in France. She was the cliché-picture of a mature opera-star. She was very big chested with very voluptuous body forms. She had always been a bit chubby, but had gained quite some weight during the last years. She had thick thighs, broad hips a very full, big arse and also a pair of at least D-sized voluptuous breasts. In spite of her big body forms she was still very well trained. The colour of her skin was very dark and so was her long black hair that went down over her shoulders.

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Beginning with the day my wife played strip poker with me, while the contractors worked in our basement (see "A Tale to Tell"), Lisa has shown a zest for exhibitionism. It's not something she commonly does just anywhere. That was the first time. Since then, however, she has been very amenable whenever the situation lends itself. I'm not sure if it's the possibility of being caught or the rush of actually being seen that gets her so excited. I certainly know how excited I get after one of her performances.nnAlthough she was able to whip some clothes back just as the contractors came up the stairs, they fell over themselves looking at her bra less t-shirt and trying to steal a peak of her crotch as she sat panty-less in her baggy cotton shorts. The idea of Lisa being half undressed around other men turned me on and has spiced up our sex life. After one her shows, I get to do what the others were thinking: ravish my wife. Lisa gets very turned on during these exhibitions, and seems to enjoy sex with me more than ever.nnLisa showed her exhibitionist tendencies again when we rented a cottage in Cape Cod, Massachusetts, when she used an outdoor shower stall at the cottage to tease the caretaker (see "A Tale to Tell – At the Cape"). That was the first time she was actually nude in front of someone other than myself, or at least that I know of!nnLisa works part time. Her job is flexible and allows her to go with me on some of my business travels. I work for a company that tends to computer hardware at large corporations. The travel takes me away from home quite a lot. While I m away, I think of Lisa's exhibitionism and what she might be doing without me. But the way she acts when we're together convinces me that she reserves her little shows solely for me! nnI have learned that Lisa likes anonymity when she feels like showing herself off or dressing to tease. But after dropping her towel in front of the caretaker of the cottage in Cape Cod, I wondered if she still required anonymity, or if she might eventually want to show off in front of someone we would see again.

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This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement; hopefully yours as well as mine. It originally formed part of what was to be a trilogy, recounting the same events from the point of view of each of the participants. Sadly, it didn't work, so I've taken Meg's part, tidied it up and present it here, hopefully for your enjoyment.nn* * * * *nnI met Mike at a party. Actually, he rescued me. The football jock I went with got too interested in the booze that was available and tried to get too fresh, too crudely, too soon. It was only the first time we went out together and I told him forcefully that it was the last, then slapped him as hard as I could.nn"Why, you cheap bitch." he'd started and lifted his hand. I think he meant to hit me, but I'll never know for sure because his arm was stopped in its downward flow by the interception of another.nn"No, Jimmy. You don't hit ladies."nn"Ladies!" Jimmy said, "This bitch is no lady!"nnThat was as much as he said, when his face went white and sweat appeared on his face. I looked curiously at my knight-errant. Tall, well-built without any excess, sandy hair, blue eyes. Quite tasty, actually. I knew his name, Mike Henderson, and that he was an engineering student, but that was all I knew. He seemed to have a hell of a grip, because Jimmy couldn't break it.

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I stood at the window, looking out across the beach and the ocean, watching as the sun approached the horizon. On this small Mediterranean island, no one but my loving husband was around to see my full nudity, unless one counted the birds that occasionally flew past my view of the sunset. There was a lone boat passing slowly by in the distance, its single sail raised high into the sky, but even if anyone on the boat thought to look toward the small abode, I doubted that even binoculars would allow me to be (clearly) seen behind the window in the dim room. nnI was physically and mentally exhausted. Our sunrise-to-sunset sexathon was nearing its end, yet despite the rawness I felt between my legs, my body still craved more, still yearned for that one final climax. And, given how his manhood was lengthening against my back as his arms enveloped me with love and security, I knew that my husband felt the same. nnFive years together – just us and our cat Molly, currently staying with one of my husband's colleagues. Molly was a wedding present from my big sister, since Bryan and I both adored cats and would finally be moving into a place which allowed pets. If all went according to plan, there would be a fourth presence in our humble townhouse one year hence. nnOne hand on the windowsill, I dropped my other hand between my legs, gently stroking myself. Recognizing my action, Bryan moved his hands to my chest, gently caressing and rhythmically squeezing my small breasts. Except in his presence, I had always felt so intensely insecure about my breasts, as they were almost small enough to be ignored even when someone specifically looked at my covered chest. Yet, once again, my husband's gentle manipulation of my feminine swells made me feel truly feminine, even though my body reminded me every month that I am indeed female. nnThe bottom curve of the sun nearly touched the horizon; only the faintest hint of sky remained visible between sun and water. I felt nearly as wet as the sea from the actions Bryan and I together inflicted upon my body, and my breathing and my heart rate both quickened in response. nnThroughout the day, we had made love again and again. It was not just sex – it was the intimate communication of two hearts, two souls, joining in the most profound manner humanly possible. I had willingly given myself to him, just as he had willing poured himself into me. Despite the burning incense, I could still smell our unique scents filling the air, and could practically taste it moving across my tongue with each and every breath. nnWith his hands still firmly grasping my breasts, Bryan stepped backward, forcing me to move with him.

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Introducing IRINIA KALENKO (head nurse) nnIrinia Kalenko is a tall, slender, auburn-haired woman, 40 years old, and a native of Irkstuck, in the former Soviet Union.nnShe had earned her advanced degree in hospital administration from the University of Kansas, and had a record as a highly competent nurse and supervisor at the two other hospitals she'd worked at, as well as the current one. Her position as head nurse paid $65,000 per year, more than enough to allow her to indulge her many, say, unorthodox tastes. Those in the know were aware that Irinia was 100% gay, with a bent toward domination. At both of her previous positions, she'd bedded all of the nurses who were willing, and a few who weren't…she owned a large collection of strap-on dildos, anal beads, vibrators, whips, and nipple clamps, and had a taste for females with large bosoms, small waists, and big, shapely butts; there were quite a few to be had in this hospital. She liked her sex kinky, and any woman she bedded became oh so aware of the Russian woman's penchant for anal sex; many could not endure more than a few sessions at the business end of one of her strap-ons, and so she went through bed partners like Dr. Phil's audience goes through Kleenex. nnTruth be told, she'd had to leave her last position by mutual consent after being discovered anal-fucking the hospital chief's bosomy, mature wife in the administrator's own office; the wife was 15 years her husband's junior and ripe for conquest; she was one of the few who could take one of Irinia's infamous deep-anal penetrations and beg for more. She was lying on her back, on top of hubby's desk, her stockinged ankles atop Irinia's shoulders when her 55 year old spouse walked in and caught them. Irinia had just achieved the "perfect gape" and was hammering her point home; her blonde partner was farting uncontrollably with each ramming thrust when the woman's husband gave a gurgling yell, clutched at his heart, and keeled-over. The poor fellow might have been saved if the two females had ceased rutting right then and there, but they didn't…Irinia, sensing that this might be her last opportunity to fuck the luscious socialite, never paused in her ass-wrecking endeavors. By the time she had finished and both women had spent themselves at least half a dozen times, she had packed the hapless, newly-widowed slut's "fudge" so hard and so deep that the poor woman couldn't shit for a WEEK!nnShe hadn't left that hospital then; that came at week later at the husband's wake. Lila Jurgen's, the widow, was bent over the casket, her black dress hiked over her hips, enduring yet another of the insatiable Irinia's ass-poundings. The other guests were I another room, eating and commiserating, when Lila yelled bloody murder after a particularly deep, bowel-wrecking thrust of Irinia's monster cock.nnBy the time the group of mourners made their way into the back room, they were greeted by a sight that would haunt (and DELIGHT, in some cases) them for a long time: the grieving widow, her big boobs wobbling to and fro, her luscious ass, the milk-white globes framed so spectacularly by the lacy black straps of her garter-belt, jiggling like jello while another woman, with a huge contraption of some kind, now stained brown, was fornicating in the delectable blonde's anus! Some fainted, some yelled curses, children ran from the room, distraught, and some simply stood there ogling the unbelievable sight. nnThe incident was hushed-up and swept under the rug; a scandal would have brought down the hospital and ruined the good name of Miles Jurgens, the deceased administrator. Irinia agreed to leave with a sizable severance and a glowing recommendation from none other than Lila Jurgens! The lascivious widow embarked on a long cruise soon after, but that's surely not the last anyone heard of her…nnNow Irinia has the chance to bed the most luscious nurse in the hospital, Harriet Burnside…such an "old-fashioned" name for such a beautiful young woman…the opportunity sort of fell into her lap: the son and daughter of one of the ICU's elderly patients had requested and been approved to install a hidden camera in their mother's room, as a precaution against mistreatment of their parent (the old lady had been mistreated and abused at a different facility, sporting unexplained bruises and suffering a fractured rib.

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Acting persons:nnShari (18; black student girl); Christine Fisher (53; white BBW-Lady)nnShari was a young black girl of 18. She had been very good at school and so got a place at the university. So she had just moved to Boston to start her studies. Till now she had lived with her parents in one of the poor regions of Washington in a small flat. She had been fed up with that kind of living and was very glad to start into a new life. nnShe had never been in Boston before and so knew nobody in town. Her scholarship paid the fees for the university, but she still had no flat. She could not afford much. So she started flipping through the newspapers and a very special ad caught her eye.nn“Financially independent lady offers accommodation to nice, young female students. Details at personal appointment.”nnShari didn't think long and just called the number. She reached the lady, who named herself Christine Fisher at first called and made an appointment for the afternoon. She had spent the first few nights in a cheap, a little dirty, youth hostel. She wanted to look good. So she took a shower and dressed in her best skirt and shirt, still very cheap clothes. She watched herself in the mirror. She liked her looks. She was a slim girl, with rather small, very firm breasts and small very dark nipples. Her soft skin was a very dark black-brown.

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I awake to the sound of a garbage truck backing up in the alley beneath my window. The still air in my room is hot and rancid. I kick off the stained sheet tangled around my legs and take hold of my hard cock. I stroke it reflexively, feeling the soreness from last night. The porn is still in the VCR. I think about hitting the play button on the remote lying next to my head, but I need to piss more than cum right now.nnI stand naked in front of the toilet. I see myself in the mirror, pale and skinny, my piss hard cock juts out from my body like some engorged alien appendage. As the trickle becomes a hard stream my dick slowly droops pulse by pulse. I squeeze out the last few squirts and give it a shake. nnI walk from the bathroom still tugging on my now soft cock, my hand slides down rubbing and pulling at my hairy balls. I sit on the edge of my bed and try to figure out what day it is. Tuesday, or maybe Wednesday? Either way I have to go to fucking work. I think about the boss's assistant Rachel. Would she wear the white blouse that fits tight around her tits today? Sometimes the fabric pulls open at the buttons and I can see the lacey edge of her bra against the skin of her breast.nnMy cock stiffens a bit, and I pull harder at it. I think about Rachel opening her blouse and begging me to cum on her tits. She wants me to rub my cock on her nipples as I jerk off.

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