Summer Holiday pt.6 - Never on Sunday

In part 6 of the Lifestyle Circle's summer holiday, after Saturday night's Couples Night, the question hangs in the air, "What will Sunday bring?".

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Emily slowly crosses the thresh-hold from deep sleep to that half awake world of REM sleep. Jack's body is tight in behind her, sharing their warmth. In her half dream state, fragments of memories of the past two days come back. The warm spooning fucking of Friday night. Of waking Saturday morning with the guys going out, then the girls comforting Fanny then joining together in a fabulous orgy of pleasuring each other. Then the guys returning with oysters, of their oysters and champagne breakfast, then more joyous fucking with them, of oystergasms. Saturday afternoon on the beach was lovely and warm and relaxing. Then there was that wonderful bathing in the pool of spring water, of soaping each other up, of dancing with joy, then cleansed and refreshed by the rain. Saturday finished with the gentle loving of their couples night.

But as she became more wakeful, there was no morning glory of wet desire. Her private parts weren't sore as such, but for the moment, she was fucked out. The words of that film title drifted across her consciousness, "Never on Sunday". She drifted off into deeper sleep again, totally relaxed in the warmth of Jack's body.

Emily's feeling must have been common through the group, since the sun was well up before there was some general stirring. No-one was jumping up, there was no sound of sexual activity.

Eventually Emily climbed off the bed, and due to the  coolness of the morning after the heat of the day before, she reached into her bag and slipped on a long thin tee shirt that doubled as a skirt, not bothering with underwear, and slipped off to the bathroom.

When she came back, others were up sitting on the edge of bed, stretching and yawning. Seeing Emily dressed, the others, feeling the freshness of the day, decided to follow suit.

Perhaps it was nudity that was Never on Sunday!

The guys, perhaps due to aching arms and legs from their board riding, were last to arise. The girls sliced fruit for breakfast, with orange juice, and coffee was put on to percolate. Perhaps, champagne was 'Never on Sunday' either - well at least in the morning.

The girls took their breakfast out to sit on the east-side veranda, taking in some warming sun-shine. They smiled as they saw the guys slip out, one by one, dressed just in shorts, to go out back and 'water the lemon tree'. They eventually joined the girls with mugs of coffee. Emily suspected that there were some hang-overs as well.

The guys were talking of going surfing again, but none of the girls were interested in the beach today. The light northerly breeze was rolling some waves down the length of the cove - should be perfect for surfing. Tess piped in, "Would you mind building a good fire in the pit before you go. I want to do some baking this afternoon and I'll make a stew for dinner. So I'll need a good supply of solid wood to get a good bed of embers". The guys raced out back to the wood heap - the sooner this chore was done, the sooner they could hit the beach.

As the guys collected their surfboards, Trevor excused himself with "I'm not surfing today. Pat and I are going for a bit of a hike to explore the sand dunes".

"Likely story" thought Dick to himself. The guys took towels and bottles of water, skipping lunch, and headed off. The others snacked on some sandwiches before their afternoon plans. Pat and Trevor with a blanket and water bottle, headed off into the sand dunes. Emily wasn't in to cooking, so took a book out onto the veranda.

Tess and Fanny scrounged through the cupboards and found a couple of cast iron 'camp ovens' - heavy pots that can sit in the middle of the fire pit. One would be perfect for the stew. The other pot gave Tess the idea of making a loaf of damper bread. Fanny found some individual pie flans which would be good for dessert pies.

They found a bag of flour, salt and oil. They divided up the ingredients and Tess mixed up some dough and proceeded to knead the dough for the bread. Fanny made up a different dough for pie crusts, which was then divided, half to top the stew and half for her dessert pie flans.

With the bread dough set aside to rise, they worked the pastry dough and put it aside. It was now time to turn to the stew. Tess lightly braised the steaks and sausages recovered from the rain-soaking from the day before. Once browned, she cubed the meat. 

Fanny started preparing the vegetables, peeling and cubing potatoes and onions. Carrots were scraped and diced and placed in the seasoned broth in the pot. She reached into the bag for the last carrot, and on pulling it out, gasped, "Wow! Look at this. Who do you think this reminds you of, Tim or Dick?". Fanny took her paring knife and proceeded to very carefully carve the end of the carrot into a penile glans shape. "Definitely your Dick" replied Tess. "No, I think it looks more like Tim". Fanny lifted the carrot cock to her lips and with some slow licking, pronounced "Yep, definitely Tim".

"Well I think this requires some in-depth investigation" came back Tess, taking the carrot from Fanny. She lifted her top and rubbed its glans across her slit. She drizzled some saliva over it and gently worked it into her cunt. "Well the tip is definitely your Dick, but the shaft is definitely thicker like my Tim. And I've fucked his more than you so I would know!".

"Are you saying my Dick's cock is thin?" came back Fanny. "Here, Let me try it too!" she continued, taking the now slick vegan dildo from Tess and applying it to her own cunt. "Fuck, I think your right!" she exclaimed.

"You really are a wicked woman" said Tess, taking the carrot back, thinking twice about washing it. "This will be OK once it's cooked" she continued as she placed it across the pastry topping the stew. "I think our natural 'seasoning' should add something to the flavour!".

"There's still something missing" came back Fanny. She rummaged round in the vegetable box and pulled out two small onions, which she peeled and placed appropriately at the root of the carrot. "What do you think? Jack's jigglers?".

"This should be a fun dinner," said Tess, planting a sloppy kiss on Fanny, who placed her hand around Tess's neck and pulled her in for some deep tongue work.

Fanny pulled away, saying with a smile, "But we have some desserts to make first". She proceeded to roll out the pastry and lined the eight small pie flans. From the fruit basket, she retrieved four large peaches. Slicing them in halves and removing their stones, she said to Tess, "I have something very special in mind".

Using her paring knife, she carefully carved the peach halves with an even more realistic slit. Finding some glazed cherries in the cupboard, she placed a plump red cherry in the hood at the top of each slit. She topped them with a sprinkle of sugar and cinnamon spice mix.

It was afternoon time, so they made coffees and took them out on the veranda to join Emily. Emily hadn't heard the goings on in the kitchen, being absorbed in her book, 'Lady Chatterly's Lover'. "Did you know this isn't entirely a dirty sexy book. It's really about the Victorian taboo of class boundaries. I feel sorry for Lady Chatterly, who is looked down on because she fell in love with the working class gardener".

Meanwhile, out in the sand-dunes. Pat and Trevor had found a secluded little love nest. The grassy dunes sheltered them from the cool sea breeze, providing privacy and a soft bed for their blanket. Their shirt and shorts of the morning had been discarded and they spent the afternoon in wonderful, gentle, passionate love-making.

With coffee finished, Tess and Fanny stoked up the fire-pit and set the two pots, damper and stew, atop to slow cook for several hours.

The breeze had swung round a little and warmed up, so Tess and Fanny stripped off, set out towels on the banana lounges and with glasses of champagne in hand, settled down for the rest of the afternoon. They were in part shade, but with the warm breeze, they felt sun-screen and c-strings were unnecessary. With legs spread, the warmth on their privates was wonderful; not cunt wateringly arousing, but relaxing like early stage fore-play.

It was almost 5pm when Pat and Trevor wandered back, and soon after, the surfers walked up the hill. "That fresh water pool from yesterday was perfect to rinse off in after the salty surf. Great idea Pat" said Dick.

With beer, cheese and biscuits, they stripped and joined the girls on the veranda for some pre-dinner nibbles.

About 6:30, Tess jumped up saying, "I think the damper and stew will be well and truly ready now. Come and help me carry these pots inside Tim". The damper loaf was turned out to cool. Jack soon proceeded to cut it into steaming hot slices and slabs of butter were set on plates beside it.

With everyone sitting round the table, Tess reached over and lifted the lid off the stew pot. The phallic carrot and testicular onions stood proud on the top of the crust. "Oh my God. What is that?", "What have you two been up to?", "Is that supposed to be Tim or Dick's dick" were some of the comments from around the circle of friends.

"That's our little secret" said Tess as she proceeded to carefully slice the crust open, careful not to cut the phallus, and served out stew to everybody's plates. "I think we girls might eat that after it has cooled down. What do you say girls?".

With stew finished and a couple of beers down, Fanny announced "Anyone for dessert". Bringing her tray of pie flans from the oven, she laid them on the table and declared, "My pièce de résistance! 'Peach Vulva' with a red hot cherry and topped with Brazilian crumble".

'Peach Vulva with Cream Pie'

"Wow! Is that modeled on your own?" said Dick. "No! Fanny has bigger flaps and Emily's is an 'innie' so it must be Tess" chimed in Jack. "Whatever! It looks yummy to me" came back Tim.

"Just one thing missing" declared Fanny. "A good peach vulva wouldn't be complete without a 'cream pie'" she said, producing an aerosol can of cream and proceeded to give everyone's serve a serve! There was laughter, chortling and back slapping around the table.

Dick picked his pie up in his hand, saying "There's nothing better than licking a big cream-pie out of a luscious peach vulva", as he plunged his face into his pie, licking and eating. The others were more civilized, using their dessert spoons and forks.

Dick proceeded to give Fanny a big creamy kiss. Laughter spread around the table. Someone picked up the can of cream and squirted some girl's tits and licked them. Someone else poured some champagne over another for some slurping.

In no time, all eight bodies were rolling round the beds, laughing and giggling, slapping and tickling, licking and sucking. There were smears of cream and champagne everywhere.

Dick had a sudden idea. He returned to the dining table and grabbed the still warm carrot phallus and proceeded to bring Fanny to a laughing, screaming orgasm with the vegan dildo.

"Never on Sunday" did someone say? Not in this circle of friends.

(to be continued, Home Again, Home Again!).

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Little Black Spreadsheet

To be honest, before blogging, I was never one for writing in a journal or diary, other than dates of appointments and birthdays to remember. I am of the Baby Boomer generation, where "Little Black Book" was a literal paper book.

After a long dry spell in a lustless marriage, I decided to confirm how bad it was and put a pocket diary and pencil in my bedside drawer, into which I would log every time we had sex. Twelve months later I pulled it out and found it empty. That's when I found an unopened box of condoms that had passed their expiry date.

When I decided to address my unhappiness with some transactional sexual pleasure, I started a (Little Black) spreadsheet, my FOTM book, of who, where, when and quality of service. By having a written record, I had something to trigger memories, like ‘pinching’ oneself to remind yourself that this is real, that I was crawling out of that hole of depression, that I had to take responsibility for my own happiness.

But in time, it’s purpose changed to more of a management tool. It helped in selecting the type of Ladies Of Pleasure (LOP) I would see, which brothels had the best ladies (to my taste), frequency vs length of service. I remember discussing this point with one special lady, of shorter encounters (30 mins) more frequently, or longer 1 hour encounters less frequently. Of course, I was sucked (literally) into longer encounters more frequently! The diary also provided a form of budget monitoring.

Further, I was able to keep a record of which ladies were available on which days of the week.

It also helped me in discovering what aspects of sex I enjoyed best. Each encounter was rated (1-5) in 5 categories, ‘KODSQ’, Kissing, Oral (fellatio), DATY (cunnilingus), Sex (coitus), and overall Quality of service (personal connection, attitude, etc). In time, I found some exceptional ladies that qualified for a 6 or 7/5 on some points, then later I high-lighted the date of some encounters in red for “above and beyond the call of duty” (House rules). These exceptional ladies fell into the 'nympho' category where their pleasure was as important as mine. Buddy pleasure extends well beyond the purely physical.

(Note that there are no categories for looks or body type)!

(Wow! 30 times with 20 ladies in 12 months back in 2011. Sort of broke my 'monthly' rule. Sadly, 2019 totaled just 2).

When I started blogging ‘The Cunning Linctus’, it was initially a personal journal of specific encounters with my Ladies Of Pleasure, especially for very special or interesting times. I started a ‘Cunning Conversations’ series of some of my very interesting post coital pillow talks. In time, the blog became public and I started addressing broader issues like sex education, writing/blogging techniques, then later I added in erotic fiction.

Now some 13 years since it started, with Covid lock-downs and generally less time to sample who’s out there, I used it for forward planning. As I read reviews of ladies I found interesting, I made a note of name, place, availability and types of service (as reviewed), then as I found more reviews of a lady, I updated the details with the accuracy of the ratings. So when an opportunity arose, I had a list of possibilities to choose from and some expectation of the type of service I might get.

But come 2021, we are in this city's 6th Covid lock-down. My last 2 excursions have been more like 'buddy calls' than 'booty calls'. Post prostate ED recovery hasn't been quite as successful as I hoped. So it might be time for my LBS to be relegated to the book of memories beside the photo albums.

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Summer Holiday pt.5 - Water Nymphs

In part 18 of the story of the Lifestyle Circle on a summer holiday, after an afternoon lazing on the beach, the girls issue an ultimatum about the poor bathroom facilities.

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After Tess's ultimatum of "I hope you guys don't think you're sleeping with us tonight unless we get a decent shower or bath", timid Pat comes out with a suggestion. "We came across a fresh water spring flowing out into the cove up at the eastern end of the beach. Perhaps we could bathe up there?"

Tess jumped at the suggestion. "OK you guys. Go and get some shovels from the house and you can dig a pool up there for us. We'll collect our toiletries and some food for a BBQ dinner round the pool. What do you say?".

"Great idea" came back Tim. The threat to their sleeping arrangements was an added incentive.

A couple of hours later, the girls wandered back down to the beach and along to the spring, where they found the guys just finishing digging a 2m round pool and the spring water was already 30-40cm deep. The guys set out to find material for a BBQ fire and the girls set out blankets and the baskets of food and drinks - the orange juice of lunch had been replaced by champagne for the evening.

The sun was low over the western bluff, so the girls discarded 'c-strings' and jumped into the pool. The feel of cool clean fresh water on their bodies was exhilarating. Some sat, some stood, splashing water up over themselves. There was laughing and giggling. Personal splashing turned to play and splashing each other. A bottle of liquid soap appeared and they started lathering their bodies, then turned to lathering each other.  Fanny clasped Tess to herself and they rubbed their soapy boobs against each other, laughing and hugging. Pubes and legs were washed, removing the last remnants of the morning and the night before. They all sat and started washing each other's hair.

Once rinsed, they stood, taking each other's hands and danced in a circle, laughing and singing in joy. The suds on the pool sloshed over to the outlet across the beach.

Just then, the guys arrived back with some firewood. "Oh my God! It looks like the 'water nymphs' are into a rain dance".

‘Hylas and the Nymphs’, 1896 oil painting by John William Waterhouse, Manchester Art Gallery

"Come in and join the fun" called Tess. The guys didn't need a second invitation and then there were eight bodies dancing, frolicking and rolling around in the pool. There was much touching, kissing, groping, caressing, whooping and laughing.

As they tired, they plopped out on the blanket and towels spread around the grass covered sandy banks. The guys lit the fire and they sat around, enjoying the drying warmth as the sun slowly sank over the western bluff. Drinks were poured and sausages and burgers placed on the little grill over the fire.

As darkness fell, starlight didn't appear. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder and a heavy shower of rain fell on them. "Oh my God!" said Tess, "Our rain dance really worked" and they all laughed. The girls jumped back into the pool and began dancing again, relishing the rain cascading over their bodies.

"Oh fuck!" said Dick, seeing the fire extinguished and all their food, blankets and towels drenched by the rain. "Come on, let's go home" he exclaimed. The girls scowled sadly, but climbed out and helped pick up all their gear, making their way back to the house. "At least we don't have to worry about wet clothes" Pat thought to herself.

Back at the house, they found dry towels to dry off, especially the girls' wet hair. The salvaged food was laid out in the kitchen for later cooking. Beer and champagne was poured and they all sat out under the veranda to watch the light display of the summer thunder-storm.

Trevor broke the contemplation with "I have some news. Pat and I want to look into becoming a couple. Do you mind if we don't join in any partner swapping tonight?".

"Sure" said Tess. "It might be a good idea if we have a 'couples night' tonight. What do you all think?".

"Sounds good to me" said Tim, coming over to sit beside Tess and put his arm around her.

"Fun sex is fun for a while, but for me 'love sex' always has priority" chimed in Emily.

As the storm and light-show passed, they all moved inside to prepare and eat their meal. Couples formed up. Pat and Trevor took their meal out to the veranda. Emily and Jack sat in a corner on the edge of a bed. The other two couples sat together at the table. There was 'normal' conversation levels all round.

Come bedtime, still with two couples per big bed platform, there was an unspoken consensus that the men would lie back-to-back in the middle of the bed.

The room was soon filled with whispers, sighs, 'oohs' and 'arghs', and the sound of kissing. Pat and Trev rolled together in the spooning position. On the other bed, Tess and Tim, Fanny and Dick became more sexually active. When the men assumed the upper position, Fanny and Tess turned and smiled at each other and held hands, then turned back to rejoin their partners in some vigorous fucking.

With the cooler air of the summer storm, all couples cuddled in very close for extra warmth for the night.

(to be continued - Never on Sunday)

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Summer Holiday pt.4 - Lazing on the Beach

In part 17 of the story of the Lifestyle Circle on a Summer Holiday, after an exhausting oysters and champagne breakfast, they head off to the beach to laze the afternoon away.

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After a rather exhausting morning, they all lazed around, snoozing, chatting and/or snuggling. It was about 10:30 when there was a bit of movement, whether toilet, stretches or making coffee. Once they were all up and refreshed, the consensus was that they would have lunch on the beach and the rest of the day swimming and sun-baking.

The guys filled the cooler box with beer, orange juice and water, collected the beach umbrella, some blankets and the surf boards. The ladies packed some lunch and prepared their beach bags - towels, sun-screen and a basic first-aid kit (thanks to ever-ready Tess).

They headed off down the track, passing a couple of parked cars of day-visitors before the warning sign. 

The path twisted through scrubby sand dunes then down an embankment to the golden sandy beach. Rocky bluffs with cliffs stretched out either side of the cove. Glancing along the beach, they noticed two couples off to the left, so they headed off to the right to set up 'camp'.

They selected a spot high up the beach, under an overhanging grassed embankment. This gave them a bit of protection should the afternoon hot northerly wind pick up. They scooped out a little hollow below the bank to place their drink and food hampers, out of the sun. With the umbrella erected and blanket and beach-towels spread out, they sat down in pairs to start applying sun-screen. The girls enjoyed caressing and rubbing oil into the guy's bodies, then with special attention to ensure their man-hoods were well protected. With the morning activities barely an hour ago, their genital ministrations elicited barely a rise. It was then the guys turn to oil up the girls, enjoying massaging shoulders, breasts, legs and bums. The girls called a halt when it came to their private parts.

When Tess had heard that they were having a long-weekend holiday at the beach at the height of summer, ever prepared, she went to her favourite intimate apparel boutique to buy the latest fashion in protection for ladies desirous of a good all over tan, the 'C-string'. Its minimalist clip-on design protects the bare essentials from sun-burn and sun-screen creme irritation. Being string-less, there are no ugly sun-tan lines. She bought one each for all four of them.

'La Chatte Rose"

She reached into her beach bag and pulled out four vulva screens and passed them round. The girls' eyes bulged, so Tess showed them how to fit them. The guys were equally impressed.

The novelty passed in a minute and they spread around on blanket and towels to develop their tans, to nibble some lunch and sip a drink. Emily pulled out a radio and tuned in some suitable beach music. But Tim, Dick and Jack decided to go surfing. Mind you, the water in the cove was quite flat, so they had to paddle out to the open ocean to get some swell.

Pat and Trevor meanwhile, decided to go for a walk, hand-in-hand and towel in the other hand, around to the rock pools at the foot of the cliffs at the easterly bluff. Tess said to Fanny and Emily, "I think we have a new relationship developing there!".

Pat leaned in to Trevor and whispered, "I like you! A lot!". They slipped their arms around each other's waist, and Trevor replied "You're pretty special yourself!". They turned to each other at the same time, and kissed as they continued to walk.

They reached the far end of the beach, just under the first low cliffs, crossing a little spring flowing into the cove, found a sandy patch and spread their towel and lay down together. Pat continued, "After I booted out my ex, I got desperate and tried to seduce Jack, my next door neighbour. He was very kind and understanding and took me in to talk with Emily. She explained to me the different sorts of sex, which surprised me. There's love making, which is what I thought was the only sort of sex. Then there's sex for fun like in this circle of friends, then there's 'comfort sex' which is what I needed back then. I am out of needing comfort now and have been enjoying the fun like this weekend."

"But with you, I'm feeling more. You're so gentle and caring and aim to please me before yourself. You're everything my ex. wasn't."

"I think I'm falling in love with you!". Pat rolled into Trev. and pulled his body to her for a cuddle.

Trevor replied, "I'm starting to get those feelings too! How about we go on a proper date, just the two of us, when we get back?"

"But love and fun aren't mutually exclusive, are they?" responded Pat, pulling Trevor against her. They rubbed themselves against each other, breast to chest, pubes to pubes, though since the morning's exploits, neither were particularly ready for arousal. Arms reached around each other squeezing and smacking butts, with laughing and giggling.

Trevor leaned on an arm to get up, taking Pat by the hand. "Let's go and explore the rock pools". They grabbed their towel and ran across the rocky flats under the cliff face. They found an eroded concave spot under the cliff where they spread their towel. They were almost at the point of the bluff and the ocean swell rolled small waves across the rocks and the pools. "Come on. Let's go and cool off" said Trevor, taking Pat by the hand and they worked their way across the shell covered rocks to a pool. Sitting on the edge, they dangled their feet in to test the depth, then slipped in together with the water up to breast high. As the little waves rolled across the pool, the water level rose and fell across Pat's naked breasts in a sort of caressing motion. The coolness of the ocean water on her nipples caused them to harden and protrude. 

Trevor moved close, pulling her body to his. Seeing the hard nipples, he ran a thumb across one and lowered his mouth to suckle and warm the other, then alternated as the little waves swept across his face and her breasts. She grabbed his head and pulled it in closer, enjoying his warm mouth.

With the water providing buoyancy, she lifted one leg and wrapped it around Trev's hips, working her pubes against Trevor's cold shriveled member. "Not yet" he said, "Let me warm you up first", taking Pat by the hips and lifting her up to sit on the edge of the pool. He lowered himself in the water and moved in, spreading her legs. Her skin, still cool from the water, immediately responded to the heat of his breath. He kissed her thighs, then across her closed vulva. His tongue flicked across the top of her slit then up and down. Pat responded, spreading her legs wider and pushing her pubes into him. His tongue gently spread her outer lips and found her nub. With saliva and lips sucking, her clit was slowly aroused. As she pushed back onto him, her whole vulva was warming and her labia slowly swelled and opened to his probing tongue. He slid his tongue up and down across her inner labia, with a tingle at her urethra, his tongue gently parted her vagina folds and her aroused lubricant spread across his tongue.

She felt an orgasm starting to build and her hips shook as she worked her pubes against him. Taking his head in her hands, she drew him up to her lips, saying, "Come and make love with me!". He climbed out of the pool, taking her hands, lifting her to her feet, and they retreated to their love nest under the lee of the cliffs. Despite the hardness of the rock under their towel, they recline into each other and for the next 30 minutes or more, make gentle love, pleasuring each other in all possible ways. Their orgasms are not wildly mind blowing, but warm, gentle co-joining in love.

They spend another half hour chatting and getting to know about each other outside their sexual preferences, and thoughts about their first planned date. Their cocoon of love and quiet is disrupted by shouting and cheering from the others back on the beach. They pick up their towel, and slowly start to wander back to the group, arms around each other and Pat's head on Trev's shoulder.

They notice that the other three guys are coming back from their surfing and have challenged each other to a paddling race down the cove. Jack, the most athletic, is first to hit the beach and the girls are jumping up and down cheering, with their breasts jiggling up and down in welcome.

Pat can't help noticing the small cold shriveled appendages on the three surfers. Fanny catches Pat's glance then sees the long remnants of Trev's erection and says "It looks you two had a good time".

The guys come up the beach and hug the girls who are still oily and a bit sandy. Tess in her usual direct manner comes out with "I hope you guys don't think you're sleeping with us tonight, unless we get a decent shower or bath. It's all very well for you when you go out the back and water the lemon tree, but we girls expect a little bit better in terms of the facilities".

(to be continued - Water Nymphs)

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Nickey and Nina's Coming of Age

Now Nickey and Nina Mouse were chronologically over 90 years old, but by a quirk of the stroke of a pen, they were still just pubescent. It was early evening and Wally, their illustrator, had gone home. They lay spreadeagled beside each other on the drawing board.

"Hey, Nickey" said Nina. "Did you see what Wally got up to with that colourist woman, Wanda? He had her bent up against the wall over there. He had her dress up over her thighs and his pants were down. A little thing between his legs grew and grew. It looked so big. Then he pushed it into the back of her. I think I heard them call it 'fucking'. Ooooh. The gasps and sighs they made. They must have been going at it for 10 minutes or more, then she screamed "I'm coming" and she started shaking. Then he grunted and said he was coming too, and he pushed up into her and held there for a minute. Then he pulled out and his thing was dangling. They seemed so hot and out of breath. She turned around and they kissed, before they put their cloths and on went out".

"Nickey, do you think you would be able to fuck me?" asked Nina.

"That sounds very nice" replied Nickey, "But we don't have, you know, the 'bits'".

Nina thought for a moment, then exclaimed "Look Nickey. Wally has left his pen and pencil on the board. Do you think you could draw some titties on me, like Wanda has?"

"I guess so" said Nickey, "And I could give myself a willy like Wally!".

So Nickey picked up the eraser and proceeded to rub the dress off Nina, and he drew a pair of lovely round tits on Nina. "Oh, they're lovely" she exclaimed, "But give me some nice big nipples. Wanda said she loved how Wally rubbed here titties and asked him to suck her nipples. Draw me some lovely big nipples on my titties and lick and suck them for me!".

Nickey did as she asked and lent over and licked and sucked them. "Oh Nickey, that feels so wonderful" exclaimed Nina.

"Now Nickey, can you give yourself a cock and a nice big erection - that's what Wanda called it?" asked Nina.

Nickey turned the eraser on himself and removed his clothes, then drew a cock between his legs.

"No, no!" exclaimed Nina. "Much bigger and thicker than that. And pointed straight up!".

Nickey rubbed and drew until he had a much bigger erection.

"Oh, that's much better. I am really looking forward to being fucked by that beautiful cock. But before you can fuck me I need a 'cunt' - well that's what Wally called the slit between Wanda's legs! There's not much to see. There must be a hole in there where he sticks his cock. Come on Nickey, I'm dying to feel you in me!"

So Nickey drew a nice slit between Nina's legs, and rubbed with the eraser to get its size and shape just right, much to Nina's delight. He then used the tip of the pencil to create a hole in the middle.

"Oh, Nickey, that feels so good, even with just the pencil tip. But I want to feel your big cock in there now. Come on, fuck me!".

And so Nickey and Nina Mouse finally came of age, enjoying the delights of sex for the first time.

The drawing board was soon rocking and "Oohs", "Arghs" and gasps of pleasure escaped their lips. Their bodies finally stiffened with a final shudder and they collapsed on each other.

Suddenly they heard footsteps in the corridor outside.

"Oooh, Nickey, I think Wally is coming back. Ooh, look. I've got ink running down my leg. Get some blotting paper. You had better draw some clothes back on us. Oh, and you had better rub out that big erection. We don't want Wally to see what we've been up to!".

"Ooh, Nickey, I love you" said Nina, giving Nickey a big hug. "Can we fuck again tomorrow night. In fact I want to be fucked like that every night for the next ninety years!".

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Elust 140 - Cunnilingus - Techniques, Do's, Don'ts and Attitude

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Summer Holiday pt.3 - Champagne and Oysters for Breakfast

In part 16 of the story of the Lifestyle Circle on a Summer Holiday, it's champagne and oysters for breakfast.

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The guys had gone out early to dive for oysters in the middle of Venus Cove and returned to find the girls had already had an amorous morning without them.

"OK girls. How about you crack out the champagne whilst we shuck these oysters." directed Tim, taking their bucket out to the veranda. Jack had noticed a lemon tree behind the house as they drove in, so he went around to pick some lemons to go with the oysters, then took them inside. Tess was still at the sink, sans apron, as he came up behind her, placing the lemons on the bench. He reached his arms around her, kneading her breasts and his semi-erect cock pressed into the cleft between her thighs. He felt her wetness on her inner legs, remnants of her morning play. "Oooh! You've been playing already" he whispered in her ear, nibbling on a lobe. "Down boy" Tess rebuked, slapping his hands. "You'll have to wait till after breakfast".

When the boys came in with their platter of a couple of dozen opened oysters, the girls had already laid out a blanket on the floor. Glasses and a couple of open bottles of champagne were in the middle with a plate of lemon slices. The girls were sitting cross-legged in a circle. Trevor placed the platter of oysters in the middle and the guys sat in the circle between the girls.

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Poor Trevor, being the youngest and newest in the group, had a raging hard-on already, as he looked around the circle at four beautiful women. His eyes bulged at the sight of the various sizes and colours of breasts and nipples. His cock twitched a little as he noticed some glistening, still wet slits. "Oh my God!" he thought to himself, "I've gone from dateless to heaven. When Dick told me about this swingers group, I never dreamed it would be like this. Awesome!". Fanny had been a little over-the-top, all over him in the back of the car on the drive down. But he had been tired and it was dark when they arrived, and he vaguely remembered fucking someone before dropping off to sleep last night. But now in the light of day, sitting in this circle of beautiful naked people having champagne and oysters for breakfast, "Wow! Can it ever get better than this?".

"Hey, Trevor! Are you still with us?". It was Pat next to him that snapped him out of his reverie, offering an oyster to his lips and a glass of champagne in his hand. With champagne in one hand, she reached over and caressed his hardness with the other. "The sight of all these naked women a bit much for you?" she asked. "Don't worry, I'll take care of this after breakfast" she said, giving him another squeeze.

With three oysters down and finishing his second glass of champers, Trevor looked around the circle. Conversation had tailed off and there was now lots of action, kissing and fondling. 

Jack had Tess on her back, and with an oyster between his lips, was sliding it up and down her vulva, 'licking' her clit with the oyster in place of his tongue. He slid it down and suddenly it slipped right into her cunt. He slid two fingers in to retrieve it. With much slipping and sliding around inside (and much giggling from Tess), he had it. Tess's rising orgasm and twisting and thrusting wasn't helping his retrieval efforts. But having clasped the oyster between his two fingers, he rubbed it around her spongy g-spot. This was too much for Tess who came with a massive hip thrusting orgasm - or should that be 'oystergasm'? When she finally came down, Jack pulled the oyster out, clamped it between his lips and slid up Tess' body to offer it to her lips. She slurped it from him, "Yum! 'Oysters in cunnilinctus sauce!" she thought. 

With their bodies now embraced, without a thought, Jack's rigid erection just dropped into Tess's gaping cunt. With her cunt now filled as she craved, Tess flung her arms around Jack, kissing him passionately and lifting her hips, crushing their pubes together, rubbing her clit against his public bone. With some grunting, her hips raised again with the oncoming orgasm. Then it hit, her vaginal muscles gripping the base of his cock, refusing to release him. Then waves of convulsions flowed up her cunt, pulling and sucking his cock until he could resist no longer and releasing a hot geyser of cum. Her convulsions eased but his cock was still clamped in her grip, holding him and his cum in tight. Then a little post-orgasm twitch flickered through her cunt and she let out a little giggle. Then another, and another. Eventually, exhausted and all orgasmed out, her cunt released her prize.

Jack, equally exhausted and drained, rolled off into Tess's arms, and said "What  the fuck was that?". "That my darling was a vaginal orgasm. It's been months since I had one of those!".

Amazed, Trevor looked around the circle. Fanny was riding Tim cow-girl style. Dick and Emily were kissing passionately as he fingered her pussy.

"Come on darling. Let's find somewhere more comfortable and let me take care of this" whispered Pat in his ear, taking him by the cock and leading him to the big comfy bed.

(to be continued - Lazing on the Beach)

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Summer Holiday pt.2 -The Morning After the Night Before

In part 15 of the story of the Lifestyle Circle, it's the morning after the first night of their summer holiday.

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Emily stirred as she felt the body behind her climb out of bed. She was still in that semi-sleep state, relishing the memory of the night before, of being gently filled, of the warm body spooned in behind her, of an arm wrapped around her cupping her breast, of drifting asleep whilst still coupled.

As sleep slowly passed, she opened an eye and saw it was daylight. She heard the door squeak open then the voices of the 4 guys going out. "They must be going surfing" she thought. "Bloody wombats! Eats, roots and leaves! But they'll be back for lunch".

She felt stirring behind, then a woman's body rolled into her and an arm reached around her. She rolled onto her back and looked around to see that it was Fanny. "Morning Fanny. How was your night?".

"So, so!. How was your's?".

"Yummy is the best I can describe it. He spooned me and cuddled and caressed me and his cock slipped in. It wasn't wild passionate sex, but oh so luscious. Sometimes, Jack and I have spooned like that when we were too tired for more. But I don't even know who it was!"

"I think I had Tim" Fanny replied. "He fucked me hard and fast, then fell asleep within a minute, leaving me unfulfilled" she sobbed.

"Oh you poor darling. Come here" said Emily, pulling Fanny to her. Their lips met, then their passionate desire was unleashed.

"Are you awake?" came a voice from the other bed.

"Yeh!", "Yep" came two replies. "The guys have gone surfing so it's just us girls" said Tess.

"Fanny's feeling a bit low this morning girls" said Em. "Would you like to join us to give her a pick-me-up".

"Sure", "Love to" came the replies, and Tess and Pat climbed onto the big bed with Em and Fanny.

Emily resumed her passionate kissing of Fanny, and Tess zeroed straight in on Fanny's fanny and began sucking and licking her clit and labia. As she started to lubricate, she slipped two fingers into her cunt and the tips of her fingers found the spongy area of her g-spot.

Initially, Pat felt a little left out, especially being the newest girl in the group. But she felt her own desire building and seeing Tess's arse in the air, she moved under her to lick and suck her, whilst one hand massaged her breast and her other hand reached down to rub her own clit.

Fanny's body was starting to convulse and push back. Suddenly, with an "Oh my God!", her hips thrust upwardly, pushing Tess's fingers out and a massive squirt erupted. "There she blows!" shouted Tess.

"Let me have a taste" said Emily and Pat almost simultaneously, and they both dived in to lap from Fanny, as Tess got up and went to her bag.

Tess came back with a strap-on harness. "What is that?" said Pat, looking up.

"You'll see. Do you want to go first?"

"OK, I guess" replied Pat, feeling a bit adventurous. As she looked closer, Pat could see that it was like a double ended dildo with some straps. Her eyes bulged as she saw Tess slide one dildo into her own wet cunt, then clipped the straps around her waist till the other dildo pointed out like a guys erection. "Oh my God" she thought to herself. "Is Tess going to fuck me with that?". Involuntarily she felt her own cunt hotting up and lubricating expectantly, so she turned her attention back to licking Fanny and offered her raised backside up for Tess.

Emily had swung her leg over Fanny's head whilst she joined in licking Fanny next to Pat. Her own arousal was heightening with the sight, sound and scent of all the sex going on around her. Her hand reached under her body and she started vigorously rubbing her own clit and labia, then into her cunt where she wanked herself until she squirted straight into Fanny's open, waiting mouth. "OMG" she thought, "That's the first time I've squirted since Tess's lesson a couple of months ago. I'm going to have to try this on Jack!"

Pat's mouth released Fanny as her own orgasm built as Tess fucked her harder and deeper with that strap-on. It was different to a guy's erection, not as hot, but boy it did the job. Her body went into a full body shaking orgasm.

"Well done honey" said Tess. "Come here. I've got something else for you" she continued as she took the strap-on off. She pulled Pat down, spreading her legs, then turned around and slid between Pat's legs till their sopping wet vulvas kissed.

"Oh my fucking goodness" Pat thought. "I've got a lot to learn!".

Without even thinking about it, Pat and Tess were vigorously scissoring until they both climaxed again.

The four of them fell back on the bed in perspiry exhaustion.

Just then the door opened and the four guys came in. "Wow! Looks like the girls started breakfast without us! What do you say we have muffin and sausage for breakfast" announced Dick as they all came to attention.

Tess was slipping on the apron. "I'm afraid you boys will have to be satisfied with toast instead of muffin with your sausages for breakfast, seeing as you went surfing this morning and missed the morning fun and games. You'll have to wait till the afternoon matinee now".

"Surfin'? Turfin!" responded Tim. "We went diving on the oyster bed in the middle of the cove. We thought you girls would like some aphrodisiacs for breakfast"!

Suddenly the girls' energy returned. They jumped off the bed and ran to their men giving them hugs and kisses.

Tess turned from the kitchen bench, leaning back and lifting her apron; "Well is it Kilpatrick then or Au Naturalle?" Tim whipped the apron off, dropped to his knees and began slurping the clam. "Definitely Au Naturalle" he said.

(to be continued - Champagne and Oysters for Breakfast)

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Menopause vs Andropause - Similarities and Differences

'Andropause?' I hear you say. What's that you say? What's that got to do with menopause? But please bare with me through this essay.

Firstly, andropause is the condition that most males suffer with age due primarily to declining testosterone levels. Unfortunately, it is rarely talked about, even less than menopause. Some doctors even deny that andropause is a real medical condition.

In Australia, on Sunday night, we had an excellent segment on 'Sixty Minutes' on menopause. Congratulations to them and all the women around the world advocating for more open conversation and medical assistance for this condition that will afflict 50% of the world's population.

My wife was peri-menopausal in her mid 30's, just like her mother. But her symptoms were generally overwhelmed by her other medical condition and its medications - anti-convulsants, tranquilizers and anti-depressants. So her libido had never been good (I wish I had known about this before we married). At age 30, we had the most regular sex of our marital life, once a month for 3 months, following the Billings method for pregnancy. Following the birth of our child with severe congenital issues and years of surgery ahead, distinguishing between menopausal symptoms, family health anxiety and her own medical conditions, was impossible. Libido dropped to virtually zero, perhaps sympathy sex once a year ("OK if you must. Hop on, hurry up and get it over with!").

In my mid 50s, adding in ageism in employment, my own depression worsened. I found relief and comfort in transactional sex. But by my early 60s, Erectile Dysfunction hit, a common early symptom of andropause.

Now andropause is usually only considered to be the condition related to lower testosterone, and apart from lower libido, symptoms include loss of muscle strength and mass, and loss of 'drive'. But there are quite a number of related health issues directly or indirectly related to lower testosterone, that contribute to lower libido and sexual performance issues. These include age-related weight gain, contributing to diabetes, high blood-pressure, arterial stiffness, blockage and narrowing, peripheral nerve damage, and the dreaded prostate cancer and hypertrophy.

So although Viagra treatment improves blood pressure and erectile function, in time I found I wasn't achieving orgasm at all despite the Viagra erection. Then prostate cancer hit and I opted for radiotherapy to avoid possible nerve damage from radical prostatectomy. Whilst sex was still workable after that, a 'roasted' prostate leads to much reduced ejaculate volume (you did know that the majority of a male's ejaculate comes from the prostate and the testes simply add in the 'swimmers'?). So with a penis pump, a good masturbation sleeve with good internal stimulation ridges, and a cock ring to help retain an erection, I was able to achieve good erections,  good feeling sensations and orgasm, although volume wasn't much more than what you might see with pre-cum.

It's got to the point that sex with a booty-buddy or Lady Of Pleasure, doesn't actually bring a lot of pleasure. This afternoon, I am taking Lady Thomas to the hairdresser for a long awaited cut and colour (delays due to covid lock-downs). There is someone at the hairdresser that can help my wife in and out of her wheelchair, so I have a couple of hours of 'me time'.

But frankly, I just haven't been able to gather any enthusiasm to visit anyone (Lady of Pleasure that is). Then it struck me. It's not a 'booty call' I need, but a 'buddy call'! Among the escort advertisements, I have sometimes seem someone advertising 'cuddle therapy'! That is what I need. It's not sex per se, but intimacy, the cuddles that I need. Then it may or may nor progress to sex, even though I know there will be little in the way of sensations and nil orgasm.

WRT intimacy, with Lady T's back and leg issues, she can't sleep on a flat bed. We haven't shared a bed for over 10 years. With her frustration, depression and anger issues, she has no interest in intimacy still.

So, there you are ladies. Menopause vs Andropause! When I read what the ladies have written in this meme so far, whilst males do suffer some things similar, they are no where as bad as what women can go through. But mood swings, lack of libido and lack of 'get up and go' are similar.

But probably the biggest difference is that men don't talk about it or even acknowledge that it happens. If a man can't "get it up" or "nail a women", then he's not manly, a failure as a man - at least that's how the average male sees himself and more importantly, what he thinks other men would think of him if he ever let on. It really is 'secret men's business'!

Post Script: I find erotic writing an outlet to makeup for the great sex life I only had in part with Ladies of Pleasure. But I find my mood swings, although not major, do affect my writing. Some weeks, I really get into it, writing 3 or 4 posts, but another week, I just can't get any enthusiasm to write just one.

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