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 Three : The Partners ArrivennBy the time the evening came at the 'Travellers' Rest', only four couples were there, Susan and George being the last of them. Three other couples had phoned to make their apologies. However, it would still be a cosy gathering, even though the main organiser of these special week-ends was one of those unable to make it.nnThe guests always dressed for dinner on these occasions, grouping themselves round the blazing log fires at each end of the room. There was a snug feeling of contentment amongst the guests as they sat nursing their cocktails, reminiscing about snow storms of earlier years. Although the Profumo affair was mentioned in passing, it was not considered polite to enquire into any detail in the presence of the minister.nnIt had already turned dark outside, the snow driving into deep drifts. Talk turned to the winter of '47, when the door suddenly burst open. Two snow covered figures were silhouetted on the threshold, snow flakes whirling in behind them.nnRobert leapt to his feet. 'My God! Nanook of the North! Come to the fire for goodness sake and get warm.'nnHe closed the door before helping the couple off with their snow-caked outer clothes. Whilst removing her coat, Robert took a good look at the lady. nn'A shapely woman,' he thought. It must, however, be said that Robert's first reflection on meeting any woman for the first time was to speculate what her naked body would be like; the shape of her breasts and thighs. A close study her face, the mouth in particular, might give a clue to the shape and size of her vulva.

I apologize for taking so long to write this next chapter of "Band Parents" and suggest you go back and read the first three installments so the story is fresh in your mind. I have a few more episodes in mind that I hope to finish in a more timely manner.nn"What's gotten into ME?" Lily giggled. "Look who's talking! Where on earth did you ever get the idea of going down on me after you'd cum in me?"nnI hesitated. nn"Oh, just something I ran across. you know. Something I read about somewhere."nnLily raised an eyebrow. "Where?" she asked, pressing me for an answer.nn"I forget, exactly," I lied. "Probably on line, you know, Literotica or something."nn"Are you sure it wasn't in an e-mail from Linda?" my wife asked. Her expression was cryptic.nn"Uh."nn"Lily, I.

The first chapter of Best of Both Worlds told how I got to know my shy blonde classmate Robyn, and discovered to my delight that she had a fully functional little cock, and described how we spent our first night together. So, maybe read that first.nnI thought this would be a single-episode story, and much appreciate the reader who said s/he got off on it so much that s/he was looking forward to the sequel; and that got me thinking.nnRobyn and I immediately began to spend as much time as we could together, both of us amazed to find a lover who fulfilled our most private erotic imaginings and fantasies. I'd like to tell you how our sex life together developed.nnWhen we were together in the evening, Robyn liked to wear a loose skirt, and began to tease me as we talked by raising a knee and giving me a glimpse of her panties. The panties she always wore were plain and straightforward and quite tight, either simple white briefs or boy shorts, but in both cases panties that could hold her little cock in, and avoid any tell-tale bulge when she was wearing jeans. In the evenings she generally wore the simple white briefs, and soon realised how immediately I responded to these quick flashes; she would smile, and then give me a slightly longer look, before tucking her knees demurely down again beneath her skirt. But of course she was inviting me to look at her and respond to her, and she began to leave one knee raised as she talked, with her hands casually wrapped round it, but showing me the whole swathe of white cotton that covered her cock.nnThe first time she stayed sitting like this, we just went on talking; she was clearly amused that she could see how distracting her panty-play was, before we went off to bed and fucked each other silly. But the next evening I moved beside her on the sofa when she flashed her panties, and began to stroke her thighs, before reaching further to that band of cotton, gently feeling round the shape of her little cock and balls through the material, and thrilled to feel her tense and stiffen between my fingers. Soon her cock was hard and upright in her panties, and I went on tickling and softly stroking it through the white cotton, teasing her by touching her so gently, but also beginning to set up a steady rhythm with my hand as she pressed against me. And soon I felt that familiar tell-tale extra stiffening as she pressed her rigid little shaft against my hand, and she gasped as she spurted into her panties, with a delicious wet stain spreading out across the white cotton. I leaned forward and kissed the tip through the fabric as she finished coming, and sucked some of the sweet cum out of the cotton, before pulling the panties aside and gently licking the final drops from around her tip and her soft foreskin.nnA few days later, we were sitting as usual after supper, and Robyn was smiling at me in a way that suggested that she had another surprise for me; and when she raised her knee I saw what it was. Instead of her usual demure panties, she was wearing a pair of loose, lacy French knickers -- the sort of knickers she could never wear in daytime because they would not hold her penis in place. The material was partly see-through, and I could clearly see the outline of her cock, and one of her little hairless balls was just showing, pressed sideways by the lacy edges of the knickers. Just showing herself to me like this was clearly exciting her, as her cock was pressing out against the material before I began to touch her. My first instinct was to plunge my face down on the lace and suck her through it, but I held back, but decided to do it all with my mouth and tongue. So, I pulled her thighs wide apart and knelt down between her knees, very softly kissing and licking the inside of her thighs as I watched her cock stiffen in the lacy panties.

Buffy's cock bounced and her balls dipped and swayed as she ran, but she paid her male genitals no mind. Now that the novelty of having a penis and testicles had worn off, she found them not so much titillating, as they'd seemed at first, but, rather, something of nuisance. No wonder Xander and the rest of the boys at Sunnydale High had worn jockstraps to keep them in check. The sphere continued on its course, toward the distant mountains of ice in the frozen northlands, and the Slayer gave chase. She seemed to have run miles already, which, thanks to her Slayer strength and stamina, were nothing to her; she could run all day, if she had to do so, before she'd need to rest. She only wished she were at her destination--if, indeed, the ice mountains were her destination--so that she could rescue Willow from the clutches of her demon captors. Were they having their way with the witch, this moment, as the meadowland demon had tried to have its way with Buffy? The Slayer didn't want to think about it. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to be ravished by demons, she thought. As if to disprove her notion that she couldn't imagine such a fate, images sprang into Buffy's mind--vile, hideous images of rape and torture.nnShe saw a gnarled and twisted cock, eighteen or more inches long and thick at the wide end of a baseball bat, oozing greenish-yellow fluid that smoked and made hissing sounds as it dripped onto the stone floor of a cavern lit with hot flames. The fiery curtains cast bright, flickering light--orange, red, and yellow--against the limestone walls. Willow screamed as the demon's abominable phallus penetrated her, searing the pink lips of her labia with the burning fluid that seeped from its bloated, knotted shaft.nnThis image was replaced by another, equally horrible. A short, squat, toad-like monstrosity with a thick, hard cock that branched into two shafts, was fucking the redheaded witch from behind. Its massive hands--or paws--grasped Willow's creamy hips, sinking its talons deep into her smooth flesh, and the longer, larger portion of its two-pronged cock rammed again and again into Willow's vagina while the shorter, smaller prong slammed itself repeatedly through the witch's anus. Willow screamed in fear, rage, and humiliation, tears streaming down her cute, heart-shaped face.nnIn the third vision that flashed before the Slayer's mind's-eye, Willow was being assaulted by three demons at the same time. One pumped its cock inside the witch's rounded mouth; the second, inside her cunt; the third up her ass. Willow wept silently, gagging and choking on the purple prick that filled her face.