-4- I stood on the swim platform and looked out over the water, sparkling brightly in the sun. My mind left what was going in the cabin and for some reason one of the other few group sex experiences of my life came back to me. This seems as good a time as any to recount what had happened in London some 25 years previously. Judy had a similar figure to Yvette, that's what probably brought it all back. Although I had been going out with Sarah quite seriously for well over a year, I was still seeing, for purely sexual purposes, Karen, who lived on her own in a bed sit just off the Earl's Court Road. I would give Karen a ring every four or five weeks and I'd go over to her place, screw her silly, take her out for a drink and then, usually go back and screw her again. We really were very good friends and she was also seeing a very good friend of mine on a similar basis. It was easy going and very satisfying. Karen reminds me of a few funny and exciting experiences I had with her. My parents were in the habit of spending most weekends down at our house on the Isle of Wight. There were times when Karen would come over to my parent's flat, where I was living, and spend the weekend with me. One memorable experience with Karen took place, for some reason or another, in my parent's bedroom and in my Father's bed in particular. Karen had a mild thing about feet and she would quite often suck my toes for quite long periods of time. It was no big thrill for me but I certainly did not object to her doing this. One Sunday morning, in my Father's bed, she was down at the end of the bed sucking my feet. I wasn't really paying too much attention to it all, as I said, it didn't really do too much for me at all. The next thing that I was aware of was that Karen had her face imbedded in the cheeks of my arse and I could feel her literally sucking my anus and pushing her tongue into it from time to time. When I got over the initial surprise and, I suppose, shock of this, I gradually realized just what a fantastic sensation this was. Karen must have spent twenty or thirty minutes probing my anus with her tongue and mouth. It was one of the most novel and pleasurable discoveries I'd made in years! It really felt unbelievably nice. What an experience that was. A few week's later one of the funnier experiences occurred. Again it was a late Sunday morning but this time Karen and I were in my bed in the flat. I either screwed Karen from behind or with her on top of me. Karen had a delightful pair of pointed and slightly conical tits with really nice nipples at their tips. They were not huge by any means but they were nice to feel and watch from below, like when she was being fucked on top of me, as was the case this morning. In those days I had the ability to screw away for a good half hour and more and I quite prided myself on being able to come when it was mutually required. I had quite considerable control over myself! Karen had been on top of me and my cock had been working it way in and out of her for about fifteen minutes or so when the phone by my bed suddenly rang! It was my Father on the line, phoning from the Isle of Wight. I said Hello and continued to gently screw Karen, holding the phone with one hand and kneading her tits with the other. I told my Father that I was "Fine.." Then he asked me, very specifically it seemed, what I was doing! I said that I was planning to meet some friends for a Sunday lunch time drink in a couple of hours. No, he seemed to want to know what exactly I was doing right then and there!! He asked me if I was up and dressed and I had to confess that I wasn't. I suppose I could have said that I was up (Karen) but no, I wasn't dressed! By this time Karen had got a good idea as to what the conversation was all about and why I was obviously having a problem in hiding my laughter. To make matters worth she too started to get the giggles, especially as my cock was still very firmly imbedded inside her and I was still feeling her tits with my free hand! I cannot quite remember exactly how we finished off the telephone call but I do know it was only by the skin of my teeth that I didn't burst out laughing. Well, it hardly the funniest thing ever to have happened, but it was certainly very funny at the time and I remember it so vividly until this day. Anyhow, onto the more substantial adventure that Karen and I had in London all those years ago. I had been reading various sex contact magazines that had surreptitiously appeared in London at about that time. They made for very erotic reading and I invariably brought myself off after reading just a few pages of ads. I had written some rather elaborate and lengthy replies to some of the Ads. I was answering ads. looking for couples to make up threesomes (with another girl) or foursomes with another couple. Finally I had a reply in the form of a phone call from a Frenchman by the name of Pierre, who lived with his "wife" down in South Kensington. His ad. had described his wife as having big tits and that she was French and very sexy. I must admit I'd taken all that with a pinch of salt. Anyhow, we agreed that I would meet him in a Nearby Pub and that I'd be carrying a copy of the magazine, Hi-Fi News, so that he could identify me. Based on that meeting we'd decide whether or not we'd get together for a foursome. I was very nervous when I sat down in the Pub, complete with my copy of Hi-Fi News (it had a yellow cover, as I recall). After a while I noticed a shortish fellow come in with a beautiful girl in tow. She had jet black hair almost down to her waist and really big, and I mean really big, breasts. She was quite stunning. All of a sudden, and almost to my horror, I realized that he had spotted the magazine and they were both headed towards me. We sat and chatted for quite a while, he Pierre, doing most of the talking and she, Yvette, saying very little. We agreed that, together with Karen, we should all try a foursome in a week or two. I certainly got very excited by this and found it difficult to think of anything else. Karen and I duly arrived with, as we had agreed with Pierre, some booze and our collection of pornography. I had quite a collection of black and white photos from Soho and Karen had acquired quite a quantity of color photographs from her MP friend and the notorious John Bloom of washing machine fame. More about some of Karen's friends another time. Yvette was dressed in a low cut black cocktail dress and it looked as if she'd be wearing stockings and suspender belt. At least that's what went through my mind as settled down with some drinks in the lounge of their small upstairs flat. Pierre and I weren't dressed up particularly. Karen was wearing a white blouse, her see through bra and a black skirt and tights. Pierre and Karen sat on a settee while Yvette and I sat on two chairs that were next to each other. Looking around the coffee table I noticed that there were a number of editions of a French "dirty magazine". They looked a few years old, probably late forties and I actually found them quite erotic even thought they were not hard core by any means. The girls did not look like models but they all seemed to have very shapely tits and most were wearing black stockings, suspenders and not too much else. without exception they all seemed to have huge amounts of bushy black pubic hair. Yvette and I spent some time looking through these magazines. Pierre then asked me if we'd brought any pictures. As I went to get them so he reached into a bookcase and pulled out some beautifully bound photo albums, again they looked as if they were quite old. We divided up our photographs and their albums so that there was an equal quantity of each with each couple. Yvette and I started to look through her albums and some of my photographs, making various comments as we went along about what we liked in what we saw. They had a collection of turn of the century photographs which were really very well produced and in excellent condition. Many of these photographs featured Pierre's Grandfather, it turned out. Yvette kept pointing out how very young some of the couples in Pierre's photographs seemed to be. She said that they were no more than 11 or 12 years old, but I wasn't so sure. She said that the complete lack of pubic hair was a certain sign that these were just kids. I must admit that some of the young fellow's pricks seemed to be on the short side and fairly thin. On the other hand most of the girl's seemed to have fully developed breasts even if they were, on the whole, pretty hairless. There were some really beautiful studies in this amazing collection and I would have given anything to have been able to have something like that. There were some pretty bizarre photographs in the old collection including some male homosexual ones, which although no turn, on were interesting nevertheless. Old Grandfather must have been fairly bi-sexual judging by some of the photographs. There was almost an entire album taken up with very similar poses but with different people. Except that Grandfather was always in each photograph, there must have been forty or so in the series, and doing more or less the same thing in each of them. They were really strange. In each one he was sodomising a young boy from behind (I think one or two had very young girls instead). In each photograph the young boy would have his face imbedded in the crotch of a much older woman. This older woman would sometimes be still semidressed with her skirts pulled right up, legs wide apart. Most of the women had huge pendulous breasts which were hanging out of an open blouse and very often the young boy would be grasping her tits with his outstretched hands. It seemed to me that Grandfather had spent a small fortune on arranging for these photographs to be taken. These were probably some of the strangest, but at the same time most beautifully produced, pornographic photographs that I have ever seen. Yvette also showed me a series of black and white photographs that had been retouched so that it appeared, quite convincingly, that well known personalities were participating. There was quite a good one, and prophetic as well, of John Kennedy screwing Marilyn Monroe. Karen and Pierre were doing the same thing as Yvette and I were, jus going through all the pornography that we had between us and discussing them. I can't remember the photograph in detail, but at one of them Yvette remarked that the girls lips were as elongated as her's and that it was as if "eight men had been sucking on them to make them bigger". It was an odd remark to say the least. I said that I was looking forward to seeing for myself and she smiled. I was actually very nervous about making the first move and was wondering how things were actually going to get off the ground. Pierre must have sensed this for he got up and came over and stood behind Yvette chair. Murmuring something in her ear in French he proceeded to untie the straps of her black cocktail dress. As he loosened the straps her breasts pulled the dress down to reveal a considerable amount of cleavage. This girl really had a heavy pair of breasts on her, that was for sure! He quickly scooped up both breasts with his hands and pulled them up over the top of her dress. She feigned mild embarrassment as her big breasts were exposed to view. I glanced over at Karen who was watching intently and who was still fully dressed, as of course I was and so was Pierre. They were truly magnificent; large brown nipple areas with quite prominent nipples sticking out from their centers. We continued to look at photos for a short while before Yvette excused herself, saying that she wanted to change. A few minutes later she appeared wearing a long white negligee, suspender belt and black stockings. The negligee was very loosely done up at the front with a cord. her tits and a large black mass of pubic hair were plainly visible through the material. As she sat down next to me again the negligee opened up slightly and I had a clear view of most of her tits and the top of her black mound of hair between her thighs. This was beginning to be very exciting indeed. Over on the other side of the room Pierre had Karen's skirt up around her waist and was starting to pull her tights down. Before her tights had got very far his hand was firmly between her legs. It crossed my mind that there was not much finesse about our friend Pierre! Pierre then got up and went across to a cabinet and came back with a very small whip!! On closer inspection it was hardly a fully fledged whip. It was a stick about 12 inches long with about half a dozen foot long lengths of thin string attached to one end. He was quick to point out that this was more for Karen to use on him and was not designed to cause anybody any harm or pain. he was probably right because it didn't look very substantial at all. Yvette and I watched as Pierre started to get at Karen's shapely but small tits. Finally he got them out and started kissing them all over saying that they really were nice etc etc. Yvette then turned to me and suggested that we went into the bedroom. The first thing that I noticed about the bedroom was that there were huge mirrors above the bed, along one side of the bed as well as at the head of the bed. I'd never been on a bed surrounded with mirrors before and I was really looking forward to the experience! Yvette motioned me to take off my clothes as she slipped out of her negligee. As I was undressing she started to take her stockings off but I asked her to keep them on and with a smile she agreed. The whole situation felt very unnatural and I really didn't have much of an erection when I got my clothes off. We sat on the bed and talked for quite a while, mostly about sex and Pierre. I can't remember too much about the initial conversation at all. As I said, I really was nervous as hell! I started to suck her tits and she then said that her left one was a good deal more sensitive than the other one. She wanted them both sucked but said that she'd rather have the left one worked on when she was ready to come! I do remember in passing that she said that she didn't like to suck men's cocks and I was a little bit disappointed to hear that. However she said she thought that mine was unusually attractive and I then felt that she might change her mind - which she later did! I started to push my hand down through her really thick growth of hair and discovered that she indeed had extremely prominent labial lips. They really stood out and by this time they were extremely wet. We were still talking as this foreplay was starting. I was sucking her tits and feeling her cunt. She was gently stroking my cock and my balls. It sounds silly now, but I did ask her if she was used to a vaginal or a clitoral orgasm!! She told me that her clitoris was really the most sensitive part of her body and then came her left breast (the whole breast as well as the nipple she emphasized). I suggested that she then probably brought herself off with her fingers in that case. No, most times apparently Pierre screwed her from behind and his balls slapping on her clitoris was enough to bring her off. I said that I liked the feeling of my balls doing that but it needed to be quite hot for them to hang that low so that they would swing enough to make the necessary contact! Yvette smiled and got and put a fan heater on full blast, it was actually not that warm in the bedroom. How thoughtful! After a while I was ready to get inside her. She pulled up a special pillow which was quite large and firm. She placed under her bottom so that it lifted her quite a way up from the surface of the bed. This made it quite easy and comfortable to go down on her, which I did for a few minutes. I then slowly eased my cock into her. As I did so she gently contracted herself to grip my cock quite tightly. It really felt good and I was quickly getting over my shyness. With her on her back her tits spread out quite a bit across her chest and it was sometimes difficult to get a nipple in my mouth as I was gently screwing away. I remembered her left breast and started to give it as much attention as I could. This seemed to be having results as she started to get quite excited and started to heave herself a round quite a bit on the pillow. All too soon she gripped my cock firmly with her inner muscles and I suddenly came into her. She seemed to come at the same time and we both lay back, relaxed but not exhausted. We chatted for a bit and I went to the kitchen to get ourselves a drink. We talked for ages. Pierre was not her husband at all. he was 47 and a translator at Bush House, working for the BBC Overseas Service. She was a 23 year old student studying at some college. She seemed quite critical of Pierre saying that he was always looking to screw other women at that he kept pestering her fellow students. She claimed that he was very jealous about her doing the same, even in circumstances such as these! I seemed to remember that we did make some plans to see each other alone some time. She certainly wanted to do that. It was clear that she was not altogether comfortable with this sort of foursome at all. Pierre and Karen came to look in on us and Pierre was hoping that we'd be screwing and looked a bit disappointed that we weren't. I don't think that I could have done a thing with him there and I certainly didn't want to either. They were both naked but it was difficult to see if they'd been up to much! certainly there were no signs that the little whip had been used, at least not judging by Karen's bottom. They left alone again and after a while we started to feel each other up again. Yvette lay on top of me in a 69 position and started to take the full length of my cock into her mouth. I started to lick at her cunt, very slowly and gingerly at first and then more intently. She had got a full scale erection out of my cock, even though I'd probably come less than an hour earlier. I slid out from under her and stood on the floor with her upturned bottom facing my rigid prick. I started to ram my cock in and out of her with tremendous energy. She was soon starting to make quite a noise about and started to move her body in unison with mine. That used to get me very frustrated as the movement in unison tended to cancel out my cock's movement. The net result was that, all of a sudden, I wasn't really feeling very much at all. In my efforts to stop her moving I appeared a bit rough and this seemed to excite her even more. I really was getting quite angry and finally I slapped her quite hard on her bottom. "Again, again, encore..." she shrieked! I whacked her bottom quite a few times and actually found it quite a turn-on, so much so that I felt just about ready to come. I asked her if she wanted me to come and she responded by starting to move with my cock again. This got me annoyed and frustrated again so I gave her quite a few whacks on the behind and this got her shrieking all over again! I glanced up at the various mirrors and what a sight that was. It gave me a great view of Yvette's contorted face as well as the spectacular sight of her huge breasts flaying around in all directions. I noticed that she too was glancing up into the mirrors every now and then, but she was far too worked up to notice that I was doing the same thing! I reached forwards and grabbed her left breast and squeezed her swollen nipple as hard as I could. She plunged her head deep into a pillow and let out even more shrieks. She was clearly on the verge of coming and no sooner had I noticed that then she went into the most dramatic orgasmic paroxysms that I'd ever seen. I quickly came myself although I'm not too sure that she even noticed. Finally we disengaged ourselves and she rolled over onto her back, covered with sweat, but with a big contented smile on her face. What a screw, or words to that effect is all that she said. We were both quite exhausted and dozed off for about half an hour. When we woke up Yvette went off to fetch some more wine and to wash herself up a bit. When she was finished in the bathroom I went and did the same. There seemed to be no sign of life from Karen and Pierre in the lounge. We sat on the bed and chatted for what seemed quite a long time. It was now about 4.30 in the morning, not that it really mattered. Inevitably, I started to play with her tits again and she started to stoke my cock back to life. I realized that this wasn't going to be that energetic and I decided that I'd come again if I could, and if I couldn't, so what? Finally, with me lying down on my back, Yvette eased herself onto my rather limp erection. I idly started to knead her tits and she's reach around and feel my balls from time to time. It was actually very relaxing, if nothing else! There was a noise at the door and Pierre came in, carrying his whip, naked and with virtually no erection at all. He seemed slightly drunk and came over and started kissing Yvette, who was of course still on top of me. He kept asking her, in French, whether or not I was inside her, how far up I was, how good I'd been etc etc. Now and then he'd fumble around trying to find my cock. I didn't like this at all and kept myself right inside Yvette. This carried on for a bit, with Pierre kissing and muttering away in Yvette's ear. I looked up and saw Karen come in, fully dressed. She sat on the end of the bed and just watched. Pierre went out of the room briefly and I took the opportunity of withdrawing myself from Yvette and moving over to Karen's side. When Pierre came back in he continued standing next to Yvette and reaching down to her tits and working them over. Then Yvette laid back and while Pierre continued to caress her breasts, she spread her legs quite a bit. Karen then perked up and reached forwards and started to caress Yvette's inner legs and thighs. Yvette seemed to like this as she opened up her legs even more. Karen then lay down on the bed between Yvette's legs and started to run her tongue over her feet. Karen very slowly worked her way up towards Yvette's crotch. This was becoming very exciting indeed. I knew that Karen wanted to go with a woman for a long time, and here I was seeing it happen! Finally Karen got her mouth firmly over Yvette's cunt and was really going to town on it. I must say that neither Yvette nor Pierre really reacted too much to this latest development. By this time I found myself with a rigid prick and although I'd been sitting in such a way that I wasn't exposing myself (to Pierre that is!) I now felt that I ought to take Karen from the rear. Karen seemed totally engrossed in Yvette's nether region, kneeling down in front of her open legs put her bottom in just the right position for me to move up behind her. I quietly shuffled up behind Karen and lifted up her skirt. She didn't have her tights on, so there was not much between me and her. I pulled her panties to one side and moved right up behind her to push my prick quite easily into her. As I started to pump in and out of her, the edge of her panties was rubbing on the side of my cock quite hard. It was slightly painful but it didn't really hurt. It actually gave me an extra sensation which was more than pleasant. Within a couple minutes I was off again, thrusting heavily into Karen's rear end which drove her face even more deeply into Yvette. Pierre, still not really taking any notice of us, was squeezing Yvette's tits quite hard and pulling at her nipples. Yvette herself was watching Karen's head, deep between her thighs and occasionally she'd grab hold of her and push her head even harder against her. This was really something! Within five minutes I had come again and it most certainly was going to be for the last time. It was almost six o'clock in the morning when Karen and I got to my car in the street outside. What an incredible evening it had been. One which I certainly was not going to forget in a hurry, and I obviously haven't!