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It is difficult to recall, certainly in winter just how hot it can be in summer. The sweat was dripping from me as I sat outside my villa in the shade of a tree thinking about my writing. Another good morning's work - I was doing well - and I had come out in the heat of the midday sun. A cool drink and a swim, yet minutes later there I was shining with sweat. Some people I know find the heat so sapping, so consuming of their energy: I find it quite the reverse and certainly it increases rather than decreases my libido. I lifted my limp cock and looked at it. Already it had found its way into Joni twice and done what it could do. Would it find its way into little Gina? What would Karen say?

I watched a lizard making its way across a small rock, little darting movements and then its head raised, eyes searching for danger. The heat of the sun, the flora and fauna so different from England. It was like being in another world. A beautiful sun scorched world with seas so blue and so warm, oranges growing on trees - yes, not twelve feet from me - and the colours so vivid as to be almost unreal. Gina, too, was almost unreal. Almost as if she was a figment of my imagination. And, I thought, you can do what you like in your imagination. I had done many things in my imagination to the little black girl of my thoughts who had, sort of, become Gina!

Would I be permitted to have sexual intercourse with Gina? I had, it had seemed, got quite close to being fellated by her the day before. Seemingly would have been had I not erected quite so easily along with Tristram sitting on that wall - my fault really! I knew I wanted to, knew I really wanted to, but also knew it would, obviously, not be fantasy but reality. I had the sort of excuse with Sharon and again this year with Joni that I was not having sexual intercourse with them alone. Rather I had engaged in the 'other intercourse.' A thin excuse, a tenuous attempt at justifying my actions perhaps. A sharing with their husbands, a support to their husbands: not being with another woman alone. No less satisfying, indeed strangely exciting and a very different experience - had I not been thinking, even dreaming about the 'other intercourse' all the last year?

Dreaming? Yes, I could still remember waking in the small hours to find my penis spurting away all by itself within my pyjamas and the images of the wet dream still strong in my mind. I had lain there with Karen sleeping beside me, feeling just a bit damp, knowing how starched my pyjama bottoms would be in the morning, recalling the dream. It had been Sharon and Alan in my dream but Karen had been there too, watching. Despite the setting being familiar, well Sharon and Alan's villa and the sun hot, Karen had been dressed in one of her business suits. Her trim figure looking so fine in crisp white blouse and dark blue pinstriped jacket and skirt, her legs clad in nylon - absurd in the heat and location but dreams do not follow the norms of reality at all. She fully dressed, we naked.

Standing there Karen had a naked man either side of her and was working their erections with her hands. "When they come you do." And I had - right there in my pyjamas and woke up with the freshness of the dream. Me spurting inside Sharon, the two naked men spurting in Karen's hands. What did that mean? Did it mean anything?

I stood and walked down my path. My thoughts had caused me to erect. The naked erect explorer off again. Pleasant to wander like that. Penis standing proud and waggling as I walked rather than swinging. Next door not a sign of life but I knew they were all out for the day sightseeing. Joni and Cory showing Gina and Tristram the sights. I had no concerns about turning up next door naked at any time, not after what had already transpired there, but even with all that, to turn up already erect seemed a bit overstepping the mark! Best to be invited to erect once there - one way or another! But I knew no one was there and. actually, was softening by the time I reached the wall between the villas.

Perhaps a shame Gina had not stayed behind. It would have been a pleasing sight to see her in her sun hat reading by the pool, nice to have sat chatting with her for a while before walking to the sea. Nicer even if she had offered to erect me. But I had to be content with just taking the walk alone. Out of the iron gate I went and along the dusty track. It was something I would not have dreamt of doing in England: going for a walk in the countryside naked but for sunglasses and a hat - not something I would have dreamt doing even on a really sunny day. Just so pleasant, though, to be out like that - so free and easy. My mind partly on the pleasure of the walk and partly on my work.

I had meant to have a solitary swim but the German couple were back, their boat moored once more. There they were sitting on their towels, bronzed and as naked as the day they were born. At first they did not see me but then Bettina looked behind her and began pulling on a bikini. I waved as I recalled their names. Burkhart recognised me from the night before and waved back.

An instinctive self consciousness about my nakedness needed a bit of overcoming, I faltered in my step but then summoned courage and carried on. To them it was our beach and perhaps not at all surprising for me to be naked upon it - after all they were sunbathing in just the same manner. I thought my appearance was perfectly casual and relaxed as I walked across the sand to them and shook hands. Burkhart certainly a fine figure of a man, now revealed in all the clarity of sunlight. Bettina similarly showing most of her own fine feminine figure, albeit now bikini clad. Pleasant to talk and then good to have a swim in the sea. I walked back past them wishing them a good afternoon. Nice to be able to see Bettina's full nakedness. The bikini had disappeared. Her body a delight to the male eye.

Almost out of sight at the edge of the path upwards from the beach I turned and looked back. Such an attractive pair on the beach. I had not embarrassed myself at the sight of Bettina's nakedness. There had been nothing remotely sexual about our encounter. Simply naturists on a beach. Casually naked together. Not something I was really used to though, perhaps, they were. But, as I looked back, my thoughts were somewhat otherwise. I could still see Bettina's full chest and her completely shaven mons veneris. For that matter I could still see Burkhart's similarly shaven genitalia. Would later that afternoon they be put together? Had they perhaps already been put together that morning? It would have been very good to have seen that. Very nice to have sat on the sand and watched their denuded genitalia coming together. I had seen something of it the night before but better to see it in the full light of the day.

But not a hint of amorous activity on the sand. Burkhart's penis lay at rest: not so my own! Discretion is the better part of valour and I did not risk staying long like that and looking, still less having a pleasant little wank at the sight of Bettina's naked charms. Instead I turned and climbed upwards with a hard on. The 'mountain goat' look Sharon had described the year before or the 'naked explorer' look- in my own terminology. At the top I stood looking out to sea for a while gently massaging myself before making my way back to the villa and my work.

I had a bit of a surprise coming across the wall for an early evening drink. I had suggested my place for dinner but Cory had insisted. "There's four of us to one of you. We'll come tomorrow." A surprise because there, posed on the patio, was Gina. Clearly posed because it was not a natural position and clearly posed because Joni was drawing her.

Not a natural pose but balletic in its grace. On her knees but bending far forward with her arms outstretched across the ground with wrists crossing over each other, one open hand a little ahead of the other. Her thighs wide spread and her bottom in the air with her feet coming together behind her. Her head resting a little to one side on one arm. A slight curve to her back and the vertebrae of her long neck showing. A beautiful pose and her pretty black skin so shiny with lotion in the sun. I walked around her admiring - not least the view between her legs. I had not seen that in such detail, not seen the blackness of her nether lips nor the blackness of her wrinkled bottom hole. It was a very erotic sight and one which was a pleasure to be permitted to just stand and stare.

Naked I could not hide my appreciation, as I stood and looked at Gina's pudenda and bottom I just pumped up there and then.

"Penny for your thoughts," called Joni.

It showed how settled I was becoming in the easy sexuality of my neighbours. Never could I have imagined how unconcerned I would be at publically erecting. No effort at all at trying to hide myself as I casually walked across to Joni and looked at her drawing. It was of course perfect. A wonderful representation of the scene before her - indeed a second representation as she had already done one of the same pose but from a different angle.

"So good, Joni, so good."

"Gina or my drawing?"

"Both!"

Joni picked up a dry paintbrush and tickled the underside of my erection with it. It was, after all, rather there at her shoulder pointing back towards Gina as I looked down at her drawing. The touch of the (probably squirrel) hairs delicate but massively exciting. I had not had my fraenum tickled with a paintbrush before. I suspect few men have. It is to be recommended.

A smile from her, a rather knowing smile as she dipped the paintbrush into wash and began to apply it to her drawing. I stood beside her watching, rather hoping a brush would again tickle my erection waiting at her shoulder. I was lucky. With each new brush the same tickling, the same touch of delicate hairs. Finer brushes and finer hairs. Enough to make a penis weep in pleasure - and it did, a little welling up of clear fluid, a sign of excitement. The clear fluid there as lubrication should the penis find a vagina to enter. There before me Gina's beautiful body in all its balletic glory, beside me Joni's equally naked body. I looked downwards from her bright lipstick to her ample breasts. Nothing hidden - she was wearing nothing at all. Between the cleavage I could see the trimmed brown bush down below, between her thighs.

Less than twenty-four hours before in the dark I had pressed upwards into that very bush, had shared its warm and wet embrace with the artist's husband and had experienced the wonderful release of ejaculation. I wanted to do the same again. I had not that lunchtime after watching Bettina allowed myself to release at the top of the cliff. I was now more than ready for sex. More than happy for Cory to appear and Joni to stand and prepare herself for the twin mating; or for me to be told to penetrate Gina, vaginally or otherwise - 'Push half into her bottom and then pause whilst I draw' - the exquisite tightness, the delightful difficulty of entry and then sight of my penis stretching her black and wrinkled hole; or, instead, for Joni just to turn and slide her red lipsticked mouth over me, her tongue to tickle and her throat accept the spurting of my excitement. It was, though, to be none of these.

"You can wank if you like. I like men wanking. I like drawing men wanking. The hand and the penis. It does a lot for me - and not just artistically!"

"I don't think I should. I mean I wouldn't want to get anything on your work."

Her laugh. "It wouldn't be the first time!" She turned and saw the running fluid exuding from me. Her brush moved and collected. Almost before I knew what was happening my fluid was becoming part of the picture - wet on Gina's outstretched black body. The symbolism of my semen on the drawing of her naked body not at all missed on me.

"How goes it?" Cory strode from the house, penis swinging.

How strange to be standing one side of Cory's wife, fully erect, whilst he stood the other, anything but erect.

"Very good, very good indeed. Is it finished?"

Seemingly it was but the artist was not finished.

"I'll get some beers," said Cory.

"No, not yet. Would you mind? Just a quarter, perhaps half an hour. Let me draw and I'll add the wash later. You men over Gina."

'Men over Gina.' Not the actual title of the big drawing but that was very much the theme. There was not much to be done when Joni had a drawing or painting in mind. I had received that message loud and clear. Cory had been more than emphatic about that!

We were posed and Tristram was collected to add to the grouping. Three men standing over the spread black girl and wanking. Joni's idea not our own. So odd. I was already 'up' but Joni insisted on the others getting 'into position' so she could pose them. I had sat with the other two men the night before as Gina had sucked us to erection - well had sucked Cory and that had effected three erections - I had seen their penes erect, seen again how much smaller Tristramwas than Cory or myself. But seeing them bringing themselves to tumescence rather than being helped by a girl was rather different. The three of us having a wank together.

Below us the naked and spread black girl. The whole implication of the composition obvious. Men about to release themselves all over the prostrated black girl. A picture of dominance. Probably the composition would have been better with rather more fit and athletic men. Men from the ballet posed above the naked ballerina displaying not just their perfect bodies and musculature but their erect organs as well. Nonetheless there we were, wanking to stay erect and talking. Would Joni require us to complete the task? Did her composition include the spurting? Even if she did she would have to draw that from memory! It would not last long!

So peculiar. Certainly my imagination is fertile and the imagined, but now undeniably real, little naked black girl had featured pretty strongly in my imagination when having a pleasant little wank back in England but I had not imagined this scene. Not standing with two other naked and erect men in the evening light communally wanking over the little black girl. Nor would I have imagined us talking not about sex or what we might plan to do to the, perhaps, helpless girl, but about all and everything - sport, the news, the restaurants - our hands moving and with an eye to the pretty sight below us simply to keep hard. Staying hard but not coming - merely acting as models for Joni.

"You can come now boys if you like. Gina, that would be OK wouldn't it?"

"Then I can get up? Sure!"

In a way I found this whole event stranger than the 'other intercourse.' Surprising really but whilst the 'other intercourse' involves a very intimate degree of male touching - and I mean very intimate touching - male organ touching and rubbing - it is nonetheless in the context - or rather in the vagina - of a woman. It is men enjoying sex with a woman together. Wanking together was a bit more 'all boys together.' Of course, there beneath us was the beautiful black skin of a very attractive girl and our semen would fall upon her but we were also watching each other, were watching each other's hands working our own erections, were completely naked and moreover so clearly sexually excited just feet from each other, fair enough, our penes were not touching but there was more than a risk of 'friendly fire.'

We had all been posed by Joni, and certainly she was there watching. "Go on boys, let me see you do it."

That made it sort of more acceptable - being told to ejaculate by a woman. It made it more acceptable to watch the other penes and see which came first. Tristram did not come first but his fluid was the first to touch to Gina. As he wanked I saw a drip of clear fluid - the Cowper's fluid in technical language, pre-cum in more usual parlance - fall from his knob onto the prostrate girl. I saw him smile and lean a little further forward and the next drip landed 'splash' right on Gina's anus. Seeing the dark buttocks suddenly clench and hide the hole was a sensual joy! And when they relaxed there was the very same black wrinkled hole glistening. The third drip, again on the same target, was clearly too much for Cory. I had seen, by a quick glance, his eyes widen at the second clenching and my eyes

had then been drawn to his hand by its sudden faster movement. Out it came in spurts, raining down on the girl, mostly on her bottom, running into the crack. It was obvious to me where the big American's thoughts lay - imagining being in the girl's bottom -- deep in her anus.

In turn that seemed to set Tristram off, his less imposing erection releasing its semen with rather more ****, overshooting Gina's bottom and landing mostly on her back in long creamy streaks but some even getting as far as her hair.

"Well?" said Joni.

Two erections had done their best and it was now my turn at public ejaculation.

Not as spurting as the other two men but it wasn't a competition! Joni, Cory and Tristram's eyes no doubt on my penis but my eyes on the now semen covered anus and watching the fluid run further down. My eye dropping from the interesting tight passage down to the other more conventional orifice. It looked so inviting and, perhaps, had I not started to come I might just have lost my self-control and thrown myself down on top of Gina, plunged into her vagina and bucked away like a dog in heat - for seconds only before I inseminated her. Not at all something to have done notwithstanding the appearance of orgiastic sex on Joni and Cory's patio - I needed permission to do that. Permission which the whole experience, and not least the release of my semen mostly onto her sex, did nothing to lessen my desire to receive!

A groan from me and I let fly, my eyes flicking from Gina's body to the others watching me. Down it fell onto Gina's bottom, onto her anus and down into her sex. So lovely to have kept spurting for longer, to have made my mark across more of her body. But the three of us had not done a bad job. There was plenty of the stuff on the girl.

The picture was, as I had expected very much a picture of dominance. Highly erotic, in my opinion. In part the pose but substantially the execution. It would have been better, as I had thought with more athletic male models but, nonetheless, it worked. Gina in a pose little different from the previous drawing but drawn from a different angle - an angle so important to the success of the drawing. It brought Gina's bottom hole centre stage not the three erupting penes. In a way, and a strange way, they helped focus the eye towards Gina's fundament. And then I realised it was the streams of semen, the way they had been drawn and angled that made the full effect and moved the eye towards the anus. It was not that they were directed at it, not that they all converged onto the dark hole. It was much more subtle than that. I realised then Joni's gift lay not in just the realistic depiction of anatomy but in seeing beyond the pose to the potential in the composition. It was even stronger as a picture when I saw it the next day with the wash added. The ejaculations were her invention. It had not happened like that!

Gina thought very differently. She certainly saw what was 'centre stage' and was less than happy with that, far preferring the earlier drawing and said so!

"Don't be silly, Gina sweetie, it's a lovely little bottom."

"But Joni, my bottom may or may not be lovely but not the place where I..."

"Don't be so modest, Gina, it looks ever so sweet. Please, would you mind if - not today - I drew it again. No, no, not so naked but rather plugged - plugged with Tristram's nice penis. I'd love to draw that and - see - he likes the idea too. Go on, please, please!"

We were inside the villa. All five of us come in to see the finished result. Once again I had been called around for a light lunch, had not even thought of putting on clothes and found the four of them getting lunch things ready. Unsurprisingly there was very little of covering to any of them though Gina looked particularly pleasing with just a towel wrapped around her waist albeit bare breasted. A fantasy of a South Sea island girl perhaps!

At Joni's suggestion of plugging Gina's bottom Tristram's erection had just grown as the idea was presented. Unhampered by swimming shorts it had very clearly shown itself. It really was not very big. I looked again at the drawing and remembered the blackness of the little wrinkled orifice.

"See Gina," said Joni," all the men like the idea! Go on."

Gina looked from Tristram's erection to Cory's and mine. The swallow was highly erotic. "It'll hurt. It's not... not natural. I haven't..."

"It won't, I'll make sure it won't. Just the pose. I'm not suggesting these men all... or anything like that. Just a little penetrating by Tristram, just Tristram. Only a little way. He won't mind, will you Tristram."

"If Gina doesn't mind, I'd be happy..."

A frown from Gina, obviously not pleased by his lack of support, "Do I have to?"

It was tantamount to acceptance.

"Yes, I would like you to."

It was, to me at least, obviously so much what Tristram had wanted to do the day before.

"He... he'll be careful, won't he?"

"Oh yes, honey, Tristramhe's got the most lovely bottom sized dick hasn't he. Come here and give it a little kiss."

Joni reached and fondled it, holding it out for Gina to kiss. It was just a kiss not a suck.

"Tristram, really it's about the most beautiful penis I've seen - and I've seen plenty. Look how well it stands. I'll get my painting things ready, perhaps Gina you might like to prepare some Limonata for us all while I get ready. Tristram can help - don't squeeze his lemons too hard. He can't help liking your bottom - hey, we all do!"

I certainly did. I watched Gina as she walked out of the room, watched the towel around her waist alternately tightening and loosening around each enclosed buttock as she moved. I could see the beautiful blackness of the skin of her back, not the bottom under the towel but the prospect of it being revealed once more in just a few minutes, moreover its black cheeks, all smooth and curving, soon to be parted and penetrated, was a very stimulating prospect.

Alone with Cory and myself, Joni looked at each of us. "She doesn't want to, does she? But you wicked men do want to see, don't you. Poor little girl. She's frightened you might stick your big dicks in her bottom."

Certainly I had been thinking of that. Thinking of the so black wrinkled hole and those dark, dark plump cheeks.

"Well, boys, you're not doing that nor sticking it anywhere else in Gina today. I have other plans for them!"

Joni's hands reached and she drew us together, Cory's warm and firm erection against mine.

Big dicks? Neither Cory nor I were particularly endowed. Not small like Tristram nor large like Desmond, from Joni and Cory's visit of the year before - impressively large actually. No, neither of us were large, though together...

"Tristram and Gina will be out this evening," remarked Joni, "they're going into town. It'll be just the three of us." Her fingers squeezed. "Can we do the condom thing, perhaps? Cory, have we...?"

"Yes."

"Oh, good. I'll really like that."

I watched Joni walk out of the room in search of paper, pencils and paint. Evidently the prospect of intercourse with Gina was not yet in the offing but it sounded like the 'other intercourse' was on the menu.

"The condom thing?"

"They're remarkably stretchy you know!"

"You mean..?"

Perhaps I was slow on the uptake. Evidently that was exactly what Joni meant - two penes in one condom. Efficient, economical but very, very peculiar indeed. What was I getting myself into - no, the future tense was quite wrong, I was already very into peculiar things!

Joni had set everything up outside. Her drawing and painting things to her side, the young people waiting and significantly a tin of Vaseline sitting rather prominently on the table.

"You need to be comfortable, Gina, you're going to have to stay still for quite a time. How about arms folded on the table, head resting on them.

"Like in resignation - sort of like real."

"Yeah, very good Gina, it'll be OK, trust me."

The pose was erotic, the black girl bent over the table, head in her hands, legs spread and black bottom hole so exposed certainly did it for me. Cory and I had walked outside with penes still erect and waggling and the sight had not done anything to change our state. Strange still even after a few days of rather similar experiences to be standing with other people and being quite happy with displaying my arousal.

The pose was good enough, more than good enough on its own: it did not really need the addition of Tristram. The implication of the pose was obvious. I said as much.

"Oh, I agree," said Gina from her position across the table.

But that was not to be. "Could you...?" said Joni pointing at the Vaseline.

Could I? I have to say that was one of the most erotic experiences of the holiday, despite being unaccompanied by ejaculation - picking up the tin of Vaseline, unscrewing the lid and applying the petroleum jelly to Gina's anus. I almost freely ejaculated there and then - well, at least, that would have done as lubrication for Tristram without the Vaseline!

The sexual excitement of pulling a dollop of the jelly onto my finger and just staring at the black target for a few seconds before applying was quite something. I expect my erection was literally quivering with excitement hiding nothing of my thoughts from Joni, Cory or Tristram. How nice if we could all have tried the girl, each in turn forcing our way through the puckered entrance, seeing it clasp the inserted penis - a ring of black rubber around the inserted pink pole, holding the penis in its grip - and doing our thing. But Joni had promised Tristram alone - and gently.

My finger with its blob of jelly touched and her little puckered anus shrank away from it. A gentle round and round motion, no hurry but conscious I was being watched. More jelly and more of what was becoming an anal massage.

"I'm going to push a finger in now, Gina. You ready."

"As I'll ever be... oh!"

Wow! The sexual excitement for me of just doing that. Sticking my finger in my little black girl's bum. There it was, right in front of me, my index finger right in her anus, up to the knuckle, the black, rubbery sphincter rather tight around it, inside all smooth. I moved my finger, trying to circle around, trying to ease and relax the girl.

More Vaseline. A second digit inserted, an opening of fingers, a stretching of the girl.

"This is... peculiar," said Gina looking around at me, frowning a little at the sight of my two fingers up her backside.

"Keep your pose," said Joni a bit crossly.

A third finger and Gina was beginning to relax, or be relaxed.

"Shall we try?" I said to Tristram. He had been watching, watching intently, the idea of sticking his cock in Gina's bum as exciting to him as... as it would be to me, only I was not going to be doing that -- he was.

"Vaseline?" I offered.

Tristram greased himself up and presented himself. He was not at the right angle. I reached and held him right at the entrance, the dark entrance. Tristram pushed, not hard, not with a sudden stabbing motion, but just a gentle pressure. Would the black wrinkled orifice yield easily? I had certainly done my best. The hole was greased and the pole was greased.

"Oooh -- ah," moaned Gina and the deed was done. The anus had yielded and the knob had slipped in. Tristram had a silly grin. Gina was rather wide eyed.

"Oh," said Gina, "that is rather... big. I can so feel it. Oh!"

Tristram had moved forward.

"Hold!" Said Joni, "that's far enough. Now stay still. Only move if you need to maintain your hardness. No coming!"

I have to say the two of them were very good. Gina stayed very still and Tristram seemed with very little movement to be able to maintain his erection.

"You have no idea what it's like being all full like this -- there -- for all this time. I think you should have been practised upon first, Tristram. Seen how you liked it! You've got a pretty enough bum to be drawn."

Tristram was not keen on the idea and neither were Cory or myself as the likely putative penetrators. It was somewhat worrying! What if Joni took it into her head to want to draw that sort of activity? It would not exactly be polite to refuse. After all Gina had not. Might I have to bend over the table or grease myself to enter Tristram? Perhaps if Gina held me and she pushed me into Tristram...

The picture was finished. Impressive as always,

"Oh, good, I can move. My back was beginning to... aaaah! Fuck! Tristram!"

"Sorry. I couldn't resist."

He had pushed the whole way in. We could see his erection was suddenly completely within the girl -- right up her backside.

"Can I, can I please, Gina, can I come?"

"Oh, fuck you... Oh, well...get it over with. It hardly matters now and... no, not you two as well. Too big. Joni not them."

At the sight of Tristram pushing home, Cory and I had shot up again. The idea of Tristram pulling out and we taking his place one by one pushing our cocks into her dark orifice more than a stimulating idea.

But it was not to be. Nice to watch Tristram's cock sliding in and out within the encircling blackness, see him pushing against her dark, soft buttocks. Nice to see him pause for a moment fully embedded and know it meant he was spurting into her. Nice to see all this but disappointing when the softening cock was removed -- with a very audible pop -- there was no question of it being replaced.

"I've got them, Gina, make your escape." Joni had grabbed. Grabbed a pair of balls in each hand and was holding them tightly. Cory and my eyes followed the retreating bottom as Gina ran for the villa.

It was not even a handjob. "Go and have a swim you two men and then we can have lunch."

Cory and I looked at each other in disappointment and walked to the pool.

"I so wanted to unload in that lovely bottom."

"Me too. It's very pretty. Lucky Tristram." I replied.

"Lucky Tristram indeed. It would have been so nice."

"So tight!"

There had been no let up in our erections. We were standing by the pool fully tumescent. The sort of strangeness which had become so normal.

"Very tight, very warm."

"She looked just so lovely like that. Tristram's cock up her. I so wanted..."

Joni called across to us, "If you're both so keen on fucking a bottom then you've an ass each!" She picked up the tin of Vaseline and threw it. A deft catch from Cory.

He turned and looked around at my bottom, I looked at his.

"Not quite the same, eh?"

"Not as black."

"Not as smooth."

"Not as round,"

"Frankly not as attractive."

"But probably as tight and as warm!"

"Yeah, well..."

We laughed.

"You know, I think I'll pass."

"Me too. Thanks for the offer. Swim?"

"Think we'd better -- or a cold shower."

"Could have a quick wank."

"Perhaps best to keep our balls full for this evening."

"I have to say, mine do feel quite full."

"They look it."

With Cory erect his hanging balls were not exactly obscured!

"Yeah, still, doesn't look like we are going to be unloading anytime soon. We'd better have that swim. One, two, three!"

In we jumped.

Lunch followed the swimming. A pleasant lunch around the table out in the shade of the parasol. Everyone naked but for Gina who seemed to have decided on shorts and bikini top. She said nothing but it was quite clear her bottom was off limits!

I was a little unsettled that afternoon. I had been awfully worked up about Gina's bottom and it was difficult to push that from my mind. A reasonable amount of progress on my writing but no more. And I had guests for supper. Joni and Cory were to visit whilst Gina and Tristram went into town. In my mind also the thought that it was likely we would be practising the 'other intercourse.' Once more I would have the opportunity of pressing myself into Joni's body accompanied! I was intrigued by their mention that morning of the 'condom thing.' It sounded, impossible, amazing even but I could certainly see how two penes in one condom would even more create the illusion of the single, remarkably large, gestalt penis.

There on the table was the packet, brought by Cory, and just sitting innocently on the side. Unmentioned by either Joni or Cory but, small as it was, it had implications. It would be unwrapped.

It was only after dinner that Joni mentioned things sexual. "I enjoyed this morning," she said, "Gina was so deliciously **** and Tristram so eager! It was amusing really. And then you two men standing there with your big penises by the pool. I really was tempted to open my legs there and then. You were just so ready. So male! But there was no way you were going to get to fuck her bottom, was there!"

We had to admit Gina had been very firm on that.

It is a nice thing whilst sitting at table with a pretty woman to feel a hand on your penis gently erecting you. I had no clothes on. It was a very immediate touch rather than through the material of trousers.

"Shall we fuck now and then walk down to the beach for a swim by moonlight and do it again? Would like that - it feels like you both do?"

A scraping back of chairs and two men rising to their feet with penes already risen.

"I'm up for it!" Some jokey comments can be repeated more than a few times!

Fascinating to watch Cory preparing the condom, warming and stretching it.

"Will it really fit?"

"Easily. You could fit it over your head actually. Amazingly stretchy. Shall we?"

Such weirdness, such intimacy with another man but so clear just how excited Joni was at the prospect. Her eyes flitting from one erection to the next, her tongue moving across her lips as Cory and me came closer and closer, our erections inches apart. "Go on," she said, "touch! Sharon is so right. It is just so... let me."

An inch apart and Joni reached out and pulled them together. His warmth against mine, my penis curving with and around his, the two knobs together -- the twin ends of the two barrels lined up. Cory's fingers stretched the latex.

"Oooh, I so love the feel. Two together." Joni's fingers were stroking.

"Hold them tightly together," said Cory, and then as Joni clasped our two knobs pulling them tightly together, he rolled the lubricated condom over and then down the twin shafts until there was the rubber ring stretched around the bases of our twin erections.

"Mmmmm," said Joni, "Just look at it!" Her hand reached again and grasped. Her fingers ran up and down the thin latex. There was no looseness about it. Our penes were very firmly held, squashed together by the sheath. Every ridge and bump could be seen. The figure of eight of our joint coronnas, the bulbous twin glans at the top, every vein to our twin shaft. The latex was tight, very tight.

She ran the fingers of both hands up and down the shaft. "It is so like it is just one cock. Bigger even than Desmond's. So smooth, so powerful, the super male!"

A super male -- well certainly the gestalt cock was quite a structure but the rest of the super being was a bit ungainly. It was not so easy to move bound together with another man by the penis. With the usual approach of both penes entering together it was easy enough for the woman to get in position. She was merely the sandwich filling between the two men. Pre-joined it was not so easy for the woman to let herself down on the giant cock. With some difficulty, holding onto each other's shoulders, Cory and I knelt allowing Joni to step between us. Very nice having her pubic hair pretty much in my face. I pressed myself into it. Warm and so feminine, I breathed in the scent of an aroused woman. Wonderful. I extended my tongue and pushed it forward. Wriggling through the brown curls I found her slit and followed it.

"You naughty man!" But Joni did not pull away!

I found the prize. Her long, extended clitoris. A soft hardness between my lips. Gently I moved to and fro -- is fellating the right word for what I was doing? With a big clitoris the action is less licking and poking, it really is the fellatory act but on a very small penis like structure. There was no way encased as I was Joni could reciprocate -- but perhaps later on the beach...

Not easy for Cory and me to rise again from our knees, having to pull ourselves up Joni, ungainly perhaps, even a need to hold onto her, but rise we did and as we rose so did our enormous, latex covered, shared penis, up towards its goal. The teated end touched. Through the latex I could feel Joni's warmth but not the wetness.

Undoubtedly prepared but could Joni take us. Would our penis fit?

It had before - and Joni seemed to have no worries. It was she pressing down more than us pressing up. She was breathing heavily. "I can do it. I've done it before. Gently does it. So big! Here we go."

And we were. Sliding upwards into warmth.

There was no possibility of independent action. Tightly encased, tightly together there was no way Cory and I could slide against each other. No way we could stimulate each other by rubbing, our cocks were so pressed together they were as one as they could possibly be. Our balls flopped against each other, flapped even when we moved faster, but not the shafts of our erections. They were as one.

It was a long, unhurried intercourse, the three of us there on the patio. The woman standing with spread legs as the two men moved up and down to her front and back, flexing their knees. The sounds of the crickets around us and the somewhat pneumatic sounds from the copulating trio came to our ears.

Delightfully it was Joni who came first, a shuddering, quivering woman in our arms. I soon discerned by Cory's attempt to move faster, his penis, bound to my own, trying to drag me with it, was also coming. A sudden feeling of warm, wetness on my knob which was nothing to do with me! Tightly bound in the latex I knew Cory's ejaculate was spurting from his urethra up into the little teat and all around him and me. Not just becoming aware of the liquidity but I could feel a building pressure as no doubt the teat was being filled by spurt after spurt of Cory's semen. Normally within the latex the stuff leaks around the edges of the knob, and if the condom is not tight making its way down and out around the penis shaft. So tightly encased were we that there was no possibility of the semen going anywhere but around the very top and the teat.

As our shared, gestalt penis moved I could already feel pressure. Cory must have filled the teat and more. It was evidently expanding. What would happen when the second ejaculation of the super penis occurred - and, I realised, that was just about to happen.

Of course it was not just me who felt the even greater pressure as I came. It was felt as much by Cory as if the single penis was connected to our separate nervous systems. Up inside Joni I spurted, my body pressed against hers. It was a powerful orgasm. The feeling of being bound, of engaging in the 'other intercourse' so erotic but there was the pressure pushing back at me, slowing the expulsion of semen, even perhaps lengthening the period of orgasm.

"Oh, ah, ooh. Not sure I like this. So sensitive..."

I soon knew what Cory meant. Orgasm over but my penis and knob were just so sensitive and the pressure of the encased semen still there, still pushing back at my urethra almost uncomfortable. Cory and I sank to our knees withdrawing our shared penis.

Still enormous, still erect, the latex now slick and wet with Sharon's secretions and completely intact. Still moulding all of the ridges and furrows of the combined organ but whereas before there had been the single little squashed teat to the top there now stood atop the knob swollen latex that looked rather like and was almost the same size as a golf ball.

"Look at that, look at that!" said Joni. "My, haven't you boys been busy!"

Her hand reached out, "It's all warm and soft." She squeezed.

"Ow - ooohow!" Cory and I went in unison as semen, not necessarily entirely our own, was **** back up into us.

She laughed and did it again.

"Shall I free you?"

Slowly and with evident amusement, Sharon began rolling the condom upwards, roll by roll until the pressure was released and the white semen poured down the twin knobs. We were released. Cory and I were again two separate men.

"A swim?"

By moonlight the three of us walked along the sandy path and down to the little beach. Such a quiet and beautiful little place. We stood looking out across the water to the lights on the other side of the bay, talking quietly for a little while before slipping into the water and swimming. Later, as we sat on the sand, Joni asked if we would like to fuck again perhaps in the water.

It is very pleasant having a woman clearly keen on sex encouraging you into erection, suggesting it was time for you to get it up and play with her. Even better if you can comply! Joni was doing all the right things, leaning forward, placing a hand on my penis, peeling it and then popping it into her mouth. No doubt salty and perhaps a little cool from the water. Lovely to feel but it was not really doing a lot of good! She had it all in there but it was not reacting. Joni gave up for a time.

"Oh, I'll love holidays," she exclaimed, lying back on the sand, "so restful. Drawing, painting, eating, drinking and sex -- when my men are up to it!"

Her hands reached and held. I could see she had one hand on Cory's and one on my own penis. I could feel her playing with the limp thing. Sometimes Karen did just that. Idle playing, but it was not enough.

We stayed on the beach quietly talking. There was no need to hurry anywhere or do anything. Our time was our own. The only thing I could see I would need to do before bed was fuck Joni again. She seemed to require it.

"Come on you two, get stiff. Ah ha! At last. A reaction."

Not from me, alas. But Cory was on the move. Soon Joni had him like she wanted. I watched her handle and then fellate him. Even so, I did not stir.

We were pulled to our feet.

"Come on, I need both and I want to be fucked in the sea by moonlight."

She was flicking my penis with Cory's dick, flipping it up in the air. His rigid: mine as floppy as anything. It was being punished.

"I bet," said Joni, "if little Gina was here doing that and Cory and I told you that you'd got to fuck her, held her open for you, you'd be stiff within seconds. Her little hand holding you, perhaps her lips getting closer and closer, all soft and big with her pink tongue poking and.... ah ha! I win my bet!"

Perhaps it was the flicking of Cory's erection, his firmness against my limpness but I rather think it was indeed the thought of little Gina that did it. There was no denying I wanted to be very intimate with Gina - to fuck her and fill her with my semen indeed!

But Joni was making me very intimate with Cory, rubbing our two erections together as if by rubbing they would melt and merge into one.

"Come on, into the water again."

Both Cory and I pulled by our erections to the sea - handles for women to move men around!

Joni wanted to be fucked by moonlight in the sea and was going to have her wish. She did not let go of us, was not going to let us go limp on her again.

I had already fucked a woman by moonlight in the sea in that very bay - Karen had called it romantic. It was not really the time to recall that.

Up to our hips in the warm water we paused. Joni turned to Cory and they kissed. I presumed I should approach from the rear. I moved in so Joni's soft bottom was up against me. My knob nosed in and met its 'vagina mate' under Joni. A pushing together and then an upwards push and Cory and I started to apply pressure together and in we slipped. For the second time that evening I was engaging in the 'other intercourse.'

It was steady, unhurried intercourse. Whilst the fishes swam around us, no doubt swam in between our limbs, perhaps even inspected the strange moving 'seaweed' of our merged curls to see if it was a place to hide or considered whether the four hanging balls were something to nibble, we carried on our intimate sexual activity.

Like on the beach there was no hurry, no hurry at all. There was a lot of kissing and even whispering between Cory and Joni. Activity between lovers, between partners, between spouses. I was somewhat of an interloper, a bystander yet so intimately involved with them. My penis was moving up and down with Cory's as if it was simply an extension of his own. The marital penis rather larger than usual!

Lovely feelings nonetheless. Joni's warm, slippery sheath, her soft bottom against me. My thoughts increasingly of Karen, indeed I was thinking of her as Cory's movement changed to a more urgent thrusting and I moved with him. With the water surging up and down around us I came, that somewhat sharper sensation of a second ejaculation soon after the first - more feeling than semen! Undoubtedly a shared ejaculation with Cory and certainly a shared intercourse with another man's wife, but I was thinking of Karen, remembering how I had spurted into her in that very bay under the light of the moon.

"I can see the way you watch her. You want to be mated, you want to mate with her, don't you?"

The little black girl, Gina, was walking from the pool dressed in just her sun hat, the straw hat which so connected her to my fantasy of the year before. She had been swimming up and down the pool, length after length. All with that straw hat upon her head. Cory and my eyes followed her.

"Have you?" I had wondered, so I asked.

He winked, "Certainly, more than once."

The casual and perhaps companionable way we both erected together, our thoughts clearly identical, would have seemed more than surprising to a casual observer. It was becoming commonplace to me.

"Yes, Cory, I have to say I like the idea very much."

We were lying on loungers by the pool talking.

"It'd be so nice if she just came over her and got on us in turn. Rode us cowgirl!"

"And then brought us a drink."

"That'd be nice too!"

Gina disappeared into the villa unaware of the male banter.

"I'd thought you would have, by now." I said. "I mean, you don't just bring these young people here as models do you?

"You know that. We're not like Sharon and Alan. Alan'll be a bit more adventurous but Sharon won't take a dick without Alan being in there too. No, like you, we like a bit of variety. Joni couldn't keep herself off Desmond's cock last year and, frankly, I filled Ti Linn enough. You'd have liked her. You'd have liked fucking and filling her."

Pleasant thoughts of Gina and Ti Linn. I wondered, later, if Cory had been speaking and suggesting to Joni. It was the early afternoon when she said,

"I wonder if you'd mind being posed with Gina."

"Of course, Joni, what pose?"

"Mated, I think."

The thrill that went through me was quite electric. Mated with the little black girl.

"Ah, ha, well I suppose..."

Joni smiled at my clear interest. It was rising as she spoke.

"You don't actually need to be mated, just the appearance. You don't need to be inside her, just the appearance. She can simply sit on your penis."

"Oh!" I tried not to sound disappointed. "Well, fine."

Was she teasing me?

"I want Gina with that hat of hers. Riding cowgirl as they say and really whooping it. I want the sheer joy of orgasm to come over. It's a very female thing!"

Of course I erected when it happened. Beautiful, naked Gina settling down on me, her soft pudenda right on top of me.

"Oooh!" she said as I grew, my knob poking out from under her curls. She was rather sitting astride the ridge of my penis. "I can feel that."

I could both see and feel as Joni moved Gina around posing her. Not of course holding the hat up in the air. There is only so long someone can do that. That came later, when Joni was ready. Pleasant enough to lie there with the young black girl sitting on me. Her smooth rounded breasts above me with their coal black nipples, her fine limbs shiny in the sunshine, her pretty face not actually looking at me but posed, turned up and away, and down below her thick dark curls and, poking out from them, my pink knob. It was somewhat like a little pink animal peeking out from its burrow - a burrow under a mossy bank indeed!

A snake perhaps or a little mouse. After a time it withdrew back into its burrow and disappeared. The novelty of being sat upon, sat very intimately upon by Gina had somewhat worn off. The erotic stimulation abated. I even drifted into sleep. Lunch had been filling. I think Cory had gone inside for a snooze and the effect of the hot sunshine and good food had its effect.

A small movement by Gina woke me. Joni was getting her to lift her arm with the hat. The movement raised a breast, tautening the skin, making it seem smaller. Gina was sweating, there was even a drop hanging from a nipple. I just stared at that and once again the little pink animal peeked out from its burrow.

"I can feel that. Joni, this naughty man is trying to have sex with me. Make him put it away."

"Oh Gina, that's not meant to be in the drawing, tuck it away somewhere out of sight."

"But Joni that'd be a bit like having sex."

"Just do it, Gina."

A bit like having sex? Not actually so much 'like' as 'being' sex! Gina just raised herself and pushed me in. She was once more sitting right on my cock but this time it was inside her - right up inside her. Like sex? Nothing 'like' - it was sexual intercourse. We were mating! Beautifully warm and wet -- I was just where a man wants to be. There was, though, no movement, Gina was just sitting there with me within her.

It was something I had so wanted to do: to have intercourse with the little black girl. I was sure Karen would understand... well sort of sure. Would I be happy for her to be taken by Desmond, a man whose big, really big, erection I had only seen represented by Joni's drawings and paintings? The answer was a clear no. An appropriate punishment for me, perhaps, to be tied naked to a chair and be made to watch Desmond ploughing away at my wife, indeed watch her delight as his big knob first pushed her open; perhaps having earlier watching her on her knees licking his penis to erection; her delight and wonder so evident; watch her scream with a bigger orgasm than I have ever been able to give her and lastly for Karen to show me the dripping cream from her sex - another man's semen deposited where only I should go.

Even as I lay there on the lounger I felt guilty, even as I lay there with my penis as far up inside little Gina as it would go, I felt guilty. It did not lessen my erection or my delight at a fantasy fulfilled. Perhaps if I did not ejaculate, was not given the opportunity to come within Gina, perhaps if Desmond did not come within Karen but withdrew at the last moment letting me see him spurting all over her - would that be very much better?

Pleasure, guilt and, actually, frustration. Wonderful to feel, wonderful to know my erection, my very own penis, was deep inside an eighteen year old, very pretty, black girl. There she was on top of me. I could feast my eyes on her flawless black skin, take pleasure in the little shiny areas where moisture was seeping from her pores, examine her fine rounded breasts but I could not touch. I could not place my hands on those breasts and move them, I could not reach around and lift her buttocks up and down my cock. I was there as a model. I was posed. All I could do was lie there, perhaps willing my penis to ejaculate, make Gina say, 'I can feel that. Joni, this naughty man is inseminating me.'

Finally the picture was finished and we were called across. Gina raised herself slowly off me which was a pleasure in itself. A real delight to see her black curls lifting up in front of me, her thigh muscles tightening under her skin, and her whole plugged pudenda coming into view. There it was, dark lips, clitoral hood, pee hole and everything but stretching her sexual entrance was my inserted penis slowly appearing inch by inch. Wonderful to see it in the girl, to know it was really inside her body. Wonderful to feel the movement as well. I had always had a bit of a thing about black girls and here was the reality. Just about out, the corona appearing, and then Gina seemed to lose strength and just slumped back down forcing me right back up into her - a real spearing!

"Oh dear," she said, "I'll try again.

She was playing with me, teasing me and, I have to say, I was loving it! As she raised herself again I started thrusting with my hips. It had all become a bit too much for me,

"Don't do that, you know what will happen..."

I did and it was indeed happening. I stopped moving but as Gina raised herself, slowly once more, slowly rising up my erection, I felt an unstoppable electric pressure building and as my corona appeared once more it happened just as we separated. A lovely image in my mind of a spurt of semen bursting from the tip of my penis and flying up inside her still open vagina.

"Oooh!" squeaked Gina

And as she lifted herself off me, my backwards curving penis shot again, this time unconfined the spurt of semen flew high to land in a long trail right up her stomach and between her breasts. White on black skin - perfect!

Gina jumped back at the touch leaving my erection on its own without the girl's body or my hand touching it.

"Joni," called Gina, "look! The naughty man."

And there was my penis, quite on its own, as erect as could be bobbing up and down and squirting its white stuff as I lay there shuddering in orgasm. Gina's eyes watching, Joni's eyes watching - a public ejaculation out in the bright sunshine.

"Men do that, Gina, all the time! Now come and see what I've drawn."

Gina and I stood together looking over Joni's shoulder. It was another excellent drawing. Indeed Joni reworked it later into a larger watercolour. I was somewhat insignificant in the composition -- it was all about Gina. She looked fantastic. A very sexually charged painting.

Cory came out of the house and stood with us . He looked from Gina, with her semen streak all up her front, to me, with stuff all over my thighs.

"That's not where you put it... let me show you. Gina, may I?"

A nod from her and he just lifted her up and plonked her right on his growing erection. No foreplay, no stroking, no nothing. The suddenness of it rather surprising. And as he commented on Joni's drawing, with his wife seated beside him, he just fucked Gina, lifting her buttocks up and down as she clung tightly to him with arms around his neck.

And then Tristramcame out of the house, a tray of beers in hand and up he went at the sight as he walked across.

Wonderfully free and easy sex in the sunshine. All rather peculiar but I could not at all get over the fantasy like situation I found myself in. Reality and dear Karen were still a long way off - not that I would not be pleased to see my wife again, nor at all displeased to walk with her naked in the sunshine and make love together on the beach but it would be just as well that Joni, Cory, Tristram and naughty little black Gina would already be flying home by the time she arrived.

The idea, though, of Cory carrying and fucking Karen and walking around the pool as I did the same to Gina suddenly having an appeal.

I watched Cory carrying Gina over to and walking her around the pool still fucking and when I turned to Joni she had taken Tristram's penis between her lips. They were both, even so, watching the 'walking fuckers.' So weird!

And that is how I fucked my little black girl for real.