We broke open a third bottle of wine and I decided to ask Sue more about her insatiable appetite for sex. I was still fascinated by the contract between her day job as a respectable and responsible Head Teacher and her rampant nymphomania in private. She thought it stemmed from a mixture of a strict upbringing in the late 1950’s to which she rebelled and the heady freedom of the sixties to which she subscribed.
“When I was about 14 I found some of my dad’s porno mags in the garage. My mum would have killed him if she had laid eyes on them, so he hid them where she would never look, but I found them by accident and spent hours wanking over the pictures and the stories. They were foreign but had English text and they must have been very hardcore for the period. I have no idea where he got them from but they were full of group sex, with every type of fucking, oral, anal and vaginal. The cum shots where the women got covered in thick spunk really got me hot. That started me off and I wanted to see more but I couldn’t risk sending for them by post so when the opportunity to move away and go to teacher’s training college came up I took it. There I could get porn more easily. I think they acted as a sort of manual because when I got down to serious fucking in my late teens I thought it was normal to want extreme sex because of what I had seen but of course some of the men were horrified. I remember the first guy that I offered to piss on nearly ran a mile. The next guy I offered that service to couldn’t get enough. That’s why I changed partners so often and it’s a habit that has stayed with me. It’s not that individual men don’t satisfy me its more that I like variety.”
“So what’s your favourite type of sex?” I asked
“Anal” she replied without hesitation.
Vicky and I looked at each other knowingly.
“Really?” asked Vicky
“Without question” Sue repeated “Sometimes I actually think that I prefer arsefuckjing to normal fucking. I don’t know what it is but I get a real buzz from it. What about you two?”
“Well actually that’s how we met” confessed Vicky and she told Sue of our first encounter and how I had taught her the technique of having larger and larger objects inserted into her bum hole. I could see the ever randy Sue getting horny again.
“I hadn’t had too many good experiences with men” Vicky told her “Perhaps that says more about me than them. Certainly my orgasms were nothing to write home about, but that first time Tony took my anal cherry was magic, absolute magic”
She went on to tell Sue the whole tale in detail and that constituted her contribution to the storytelling night. Unfortunately for her neither Sue nor I came during her story which under the strict rules of the competition meant that she had to pay a forfeit. Sue had some diabolical scheme up her sleeve but we never got that far because just at that moment the phone rang. It was my beloved. Vicky handed me the receiver.
“Hi hun. We’ve been thinking about you all night”
“Oh yes?” he replied in mocking self doubt “All of me or just my equipment?”
“Mostly your equipment” I admitted “We’ve been having a sex story night and you did figure quite a bit. Are you coming up? We’d prefer the real thing.”
“There’s a bit of a problem” said Tony. “We had a new guy start at the club tonight and as it turns out he lives only five minutes up the road so I thought it would be friendly to ask him back for a drink.”
“Where is he now?”
“In the toilet”
I turned to Sue and Vicky who were both relaxing stark naked on easy chairs and playing with themselves. Sue did not look too thrilled as she was clearly hoping that the night had more to come. Then she startled me slightly by leaping out of her chair and pulling the receiver from my grasp.
“Hi Tony, it’s Sue. Who’s your friend?”
I presume Tony told her all about him. Then I heard her say:
“Is he there? (Pause) Alright you put him on the line while you go for a shower.”
Presumably Tony did as he was asked.
“Hi Ben. You don’t know me. My name is Sister Susan. I am part of the sisterhood and I am visiting one of my flock in the flat above at this very moment. Tony has told me that you are new to the area sop why don’t you pop up for a hot chocolate and a biscuit before you go home. You must be tired after your training.”
Of course Vicky and I thought this was very funny.
“Quick” I said “They’ll be here in a moment and we are undressed”
“Exactly” said Sue with a glint in her eye.
“You naughty cow” said Vicky
“Excuse me madam” said Sue “that is no way to talk to an elderly relative.”
As she spoke there was a knock on the door. Sue went over and opened it. She was stark bollock naked. Ben was standing there all alone. I found out later that Tony had told him to go up first while he had his shower. Of course Tony had no knowledge of what Ben had been told. I saw Ben step back at the sight. He clearly thought he was in the wrong place. Sue carried on as if everything was normal.
“Hello you must be Ben. I am Sister Susan. Come in. You are probably wondering why I have no clothes on. Well. We are a liberal sect who believe in the natural order of things.”
Poor old Ben stood there. I suspect he thought he was on Candid Camera or that he was in the middle of a very elaborate wind up. In a way he was, but it wasn’t that elaborate. He moved slowly into the living room and there of course he was greeted with the sight of two more naked women. I don’t think he knew quite where to look first. He was staring at one set of big knockers- me, and one set of enormous knockers – Vicky plus Sue and it can’t of taken him long to realise he was in the company of three women with shaven cunts.
“These are two novices” Sue went on. “Sister Vicky and Sister Jo. They are here to be inducted into the belief and faith of our sisterhood”
“Oh yeah” said Ben “and that is?”
“All men are fuckable – some are more fuckable than others”
I think that more or less put the seal on any final pretence and Sue went in for the kill by pushing Ben onto the empty chair she had recently vacated and he couldn’t fail to notice the abundance of sex toys littered around the floor. I think he may even have sat on one. They did rather give the game away.
“Ann Summers party?” He inquired.
He was wearing jogging pants which made undressing him fairly easy and all three of us descended on him. He was a reasonably good looking guy with a shaved head. He was fairly lean and taut which was a change. Half of Tony’s rugby friends were built like brick shit houses and a few of them looked like brick shit houses too!
Ben’s all important cock appeared. It wasn’t the most impressive I have ever seen but it was what he was prepared to do with it that mattered.
“Hold on girls” he managed to mutter in the melee. “There’s no need to fight for me. I should warn you I am in the TA and can handle myself, so the fact that I am not struggling shows I am going to co-operate.”
A very sensible approach I thought.
It seemed that he suddenly realised the extent of woman flesh that was surrounding him and he got hold of Vicky’s tits and started to suck on one. His other hand reached up to one of mine and he playfully tweaked the nipple. Sue went down and swallowed his cock. After a few minutes he came up for air.