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.nnThe Host began with a tale about a birthday orgy involving a current top film star. The Theatre Company Manager's tale was of her oral exploits with a famous actor and the Marketing Director's tale of how the 'Wife of Bath', with her daughter, had seduced a whole management team. The Politician's tale was about the husband's revenge, and the Model's tale about a country girl finding heaven between her legs - with the aid of her vicar. For the morning story of the fourth day, The Stockbroker's Tale showed how two resourceful women turned the tables on their partners who were trying to deceive them, whilst the Aristocrat's tale was about a sexual orgy, incest and murder in the stately home. The TV Presenter's related her experience of group sex with an African Chief and his bodyguards, whilst Jake, the actor, had a delightful story about an African tribe whose Princess found her Prince.nnChapter Eighteen - The Author's Tale: Which one will win Delia?nnThe host, Robert, told the group over breakfast that the weather conditions were improving. It was confidently expected that help would arrive the next day. Just seven days after they were trapped inside the roadhouse. Although the guests had taken advantage of their situation, it would come as a relief to return to normal. Besides, the food in the freezer wouldn't last forever!nnSo they all set to after breakfast to do the chores, tidy the rooms, and generally restore the roadhouse to its pristine, top class condition, in readiness for a final day of erotic tales, of fun and games. All the guests except Susan and George, had recounted tales of a wide variety. Today, hey too would have a story to tell.nnSusan was a novelist. A short jolly lady of thirty-five, with red hair arranged in bubbles. Her green eyes and small upturned nose, were set in a round face. Slightly round shouldered, her breasts were long and pointed to brown cone-shaped nipples resting on her rounded belly.

I met Caitlin in a night club when we were both aged nineteen. We quickly fell madly in love with each other and within three months we had set up our first home together. Life was great to start with; we were young, in love and could not get enough of each other.nnHowever as we shared our lives together we slowly began to have our differences, and our relationship deteriated from the perfect start to one where after eighteen months together we came to the mutual decision that it was best to break up and go our separate ways. I suppose that one of the main causes of our relationship deteriating was our sex life. To start with we made love all the time, enjoying each others bodies and experiencing new and different things together. However it soon became apparent that Caitlin had very prudish and different attitudes towards sex than I did.nnSince I was a young teenager I have always had a fetish for sperm and cream pies. Before Caitlin my previous sexual encounters had indulged me at times in this fetish. I had several previous casual girlfriends and one night stands that used to let me clean up and eat out the sperm from their sticky pussies after we had made love. I really enjoy the sight, taste and smell of a fresh cream pie. Unfortunately the first time that I tried to go down on Caitlin after we had made love to taste my cream pie, she screamed and pushed my head away saying that it was disgusting and un-natural.nnCaitlin did try and make the effort to accommodate my fetish. Occasionally if she had a few drinks and got a little tipsy she would let me clean up her pussy of my sperm with my tongue and mouth, but she never really enjoyed it and I could tell that she was only going through he motions to try and please me. She would not even shave or trim her pussy hair, which she knew that I preferred, saying that it was not normal to do so. We tried to talk about my fetish on occasions, but she always told me that it disgusted her and that she could not understand how I could possibly get any enjoyment from seeing her used sticky pussy full up with sperm, let alone licking and tasting it. I remember one time vividly when we talked and I suggested that it would be great to let another man fuck her so that I could eat up a cream pie that was not my own. Caitlin went berserk at this suggestion and we didn't even talk to each other for at least a week. It was probably this admission that I would enjoy watching her with another man, and then afterwards eating up the sticky mess that they had made together that was the final straw for our relationship. It was not long after I had mentioned this that we agreed that we were not compatible and it would be best for all concerned if we were to split up.

This is the sixth instalment in the continuing story of Tina Featherstone's struggle against the criminal gang who have abducted her with the intention of selling her into the sex trade. If you haven't already done so, and wish to get up to speed with the story so far, I humbly suggest that you read the first five chapters before continuing. nn*nnLong before Tina's shrieking cries deteriorated into a low, persistent keening, the pitter-patter of the sticks in snake's hand took up their rhythm all over again. This time it was played out on the sole of her other foot, and with the beating of the sticks came the sound of his voice. Softly and persistently, he began mocking her vulnerability. nn"How did you like that?" He asked. "Still reckon the pain was in my dreams do you?"nnFor a few seconds she struggled wildly, but the ropes binding her to the table were tied too tightly, too securely. Now she began to understand why her arms had been left free. Though they flailed around wildly, it was a useless gesture. There was nothing positive she could do with them. She couldn't reach below the table to loosen the knots and nor could she unbuckle the hated collar round her neck. In fact, the harder Tina struggled, the more the ropes seemed to tighten around her. She soon gave up and lay quietly on the table, trembling and whimpering softly as she waited for the pain to visit her again. She could only move her foot an inch or so, and the sticks followed her relentlessly. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. nnThis time he didn't keep her waiting quite so long, though the final slashing blow was delivered with equal ferocity. For a second time Tina's body contorted in agony, and the room filled with her shrieking screams as snake switched his attention back to her left foot. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.

A while ago, I told you all about the night that Chris fucked my wife Rhonda, and how I got to eat her pussy after he was done using it. Let me tell you, the experience changed my life! For the last six months, I have had a constant low grade erection because my memories of that night are still so vivid. Every time I see my wife I think about the look on her face as she was being drilled from behind by Chris and how I felt when I saw the pleasure and appreciation on her face. nnIt turns out that she really likes being fucked by two men at the same time. For me, it's palpable - I can literally smell and taste her pussy when I remember my tongue on her hole as his cock was filling her with his seed and I saw his balls pushed all the way up against her pussy, inches from my face. I remember how happy I was as I licked her and swallowed her pussy juice mixed with his load of sperm, how incredibly hard my cock was. The smell and the consistency of her freshly fucked hole was almost too much to handle. It was pure sex, pure pleasure. The visual treat of me being able to watch a man pump her and please her was also incredibly powerful for me. I also enjoyed watching her lips wrapped tightly around the head of his cock. It was like watching a porn flick, only way better. nnRhonda was always so worried that if she ever agreed to fuck another man, somehow it would ruin our marriage. I told her for years that it would never ruin anything - instead, it would open up a whole new world of pleasure for both of us. She would get to enjoy being used by any man she desired while I watched and sometimes helped (as long as I knew about it up front), and I would get to clean her pussy after men filled her. nnThere is something so incredibly powerful about being a man who allows other men to fuck his wife. It makes you feel powerful, generous, naughty, excited, exhilarated, scared, trusting, loving and hot, somehow all at once. It's the idea of knowing how hot your wife is, knowing how every man at the bar would love to fuck her, and then being able to give her a variety of cock. Now, we'll be married for 100 years. I get pleasure from watching her get fucked.