Introduction: A simple thank-you

‘Just a quick note to say that my friends and I (all women) really enjoyed your stories and found them quite arousing.

Cath.’

That’s how it started. I’m as vain as the next man and a bit of praise goes a long way. Back then, with me, I think it went even further than with most people. A year beforehand, I’d suddenly found myself on my own after a long relationship and it felt like there was no way I’d ever fall in love again. Up to then, believe it or not, I’d always done OK, had my share of attractive, intelligent women. But I’m nothing special to look at, they have to get to know me before I stand a chance and that’s where my efforts were falling down. Apart from dating sites, which seemed to be all about superficiality, I had little prospect of getting to know anyone well enough for them to be interested in me in that way - well anyone whose photo I was likely to fancy anyway… a bit of a Catch 22 situation.

When that email arrived, I’d been writing and posting erotic short stories - on various sites and with varying success – for about a year. Judging by the statistics I was fed, lots of people seemed to be reading them, but not many bothered to write a comment or simply even vote for them. So I made a point of saying thank you to everyone who took the time to write something - even if it was uncomplimentary. But the message from Cath was different. I had to write back to her as she was speaking for her friends too ‘(all women)’ and that really intrigued me. How many women? How old (if I may be so forward)? Do you read them together? And then she wrote again.

 

Chapter 1: The set up

 

‘Thanks for replying. To be honest we were nervous about sending our email.

I should explain that we are 4 ladies aged between 24 and 43 who work together in a local store. We write naughty short stories for each other to read at what we call our ‘Literal fantasy evenings’. We are all married except that Martha, who is the oldest, is a widow. Our evenings are simply exciting fun and are not serious, but they are very nice. There are no men involved. Afterwards we go back to our comfortable but slightly boring lives.’

 

There were more details. She told me the sort of fantasies they have. They were all turned on by the idea of dressing up in school uniforms. Flashing their knickers - innocent titillation in their schoolyard days - now had dark undercurrents. Lesbian fantasies also did it for them, as did the thought of a man wearing their little-girl clothes. Imagining being in embarrassing or sexually compromising situations also aroused them. And they especially liked being dominated. It liberated them. That may sound paradoxical, but I understood - they might find it hard to ask for a particular act to be performed on them and might not have the confidence to do some of the things they would like to. Being dominated took away the responsibility for drawing the boundaries; they could be as dirty and outrageous as their domineer demanded, without it reflecting on them in any way.

 

Something else I noticed: it was Cath who wrote, but it was Martha calling the shots.

‘When we go to Martha’s she says…’

‘Martha thinks that we ought to…’

‘Martha has a large collection of internet pictures.’

‘Martha seems to think that most women wish they had realized these things earlier…’

‘At work, all the women are part-time, except Martha, who is the supervisor.’

Oh yes, she’s the supervisor alright!

 

 

We began exchanging emails on a more or less daily basis. Every evening I rushed home and couldn’t wait to switch on the computer. My questions centred on her group activities and her answers aroused me exponentially.

‘We really like dressing in short clothes when we go to Martha’s and sit on the carpet lewdly facing each other, reading naughty things with matching pictures flashing up on the big TV Screen. We read another one of yours the other night and we really enjoyed it. I mean really! We also enjoy ‘playing’ and take our own naughty pictures during our ‘Evenings’.

 

 

I said I would love to be a fly on the wall at one of their get-togethers. I offered to write a story, including them all, and asked what would turn them on so they would all be satisfied by it. Her response was at first disappointing, then both shocking and irresistible.

‘Thanks for your email. I must confess it made me a little tingly to see it amongst my normal messages. First of all I must tell you that we really would not like a story about ourselves. We used to do stories like that and then Martha thought that if anyone saw them and associated our names and our workplace together it could be so dangerous.

Oh yes. Martha thought again. She thinks too much if you ask me. Cath went on:

‘But we’ve talked about it and would like you to be involved. Let me explain our idea. As a group of girls we have a few days away, once or twice a year, being pampered in a spa or a hotel. If you could tell us approximately where you are we could arrange a place close to you so we could meet you. Please don’t get the wrong idea. We just want you to be that fly on the wall you so envied. We need to push the boundaries to keep things interesting and exciting and Martha, who’s seen all the mail we’ve exchanged, thought it could be a good idea. What do you think?

 

 

There’s a big country house near me that’s been bought out, extended and refurbished. It has a lake and lovely gardens, a wonderful golf course and all the hedonistic facilities that a modern hotel can offer to discerning clientele. They checked it out – I say ‘they’, it was probably Martha – and booked it. It was going to happen. One Thursday. And soon.

 

Chapter 2: Meet and greet

 

I knocked. Laughter and cackles from within drowned me out. What was I doing here? Christian to the lions. After hesitating, I knocked again. There was a muffled ‘shush’, a baffled giggle, then the door clicked and opened. A pretty, freckled face peered out. Blonde bunches dangled and big blue eyes looked me up and down.

‘Alex?’

‘Yes. That’s me.’

‘It’s him!’ she called excitedly over her shoulder. The door swung slowly open as if by itself. ‘Thought you weren’t coming! Come in!’ Turning on her plimsolled heels she stepped coyly down the hall. The back of her green and white gingham dress was tucked into her dark blue knickers. Tight rounded arse cheeks, tanned thighs, white socks to her knees. If it ended now I wouldn’t go home totally disappointed. That was hot. My heart was racing anyway but it pumped hard and loud, pulsing blood to my extremities.

 

The suite was large. I passed a bathroom - the door slightly ajar - from where a dark, warm voice called.

‘Hi, won’t be a minute.’

Two double bedrooms, one on the left, one on the right and then a large living area. It was sparsely furnished, but beautifully done. Plush, black-leather couches hugged the walls and two deep comfortable chairs divided the room into two sections. Palms splashed vibrant green into the corners. The floor was light oak, the Persian rugs thick and luxurious. White walls were punctuated by large modernist canvasses and a glass coffee table supported an open laptop and a couple of half-empty wine glasses. A huge plasma screen attached to the facing wall held the attention of two seated women. They ogled stills of naked, anonymous flesh, possibly theirs.

The two women turned from the TV to look up at me and smiled, but stayed seated. Both wore similar clothes to the one who’d answered the door: short-sleeved gingham dresses with white collars; white socks; black plimsolls. The prettier one wore a dark green cardigan. The plainer one avoided eye contact. She hugged a cushion to her chest, merely crossed her legs and exposed a white thigh. Cardigan girl bit her index finger, pouted her lips, drew one leg onto the couch and exposed her own navy gym knickers. I tried not to look, but couldn’t help myself. She held the pose for what seemed an age then broke into a smile. Laughing, she jumped to her feet; a lovely warm laugh that relaxed us all.

‘Sorry about that, Alex. We couldn’t resist a special introduction. And what about Sue? Tucking her dress in her knickers like that! Dirty girl! I’m Cath. Lovely to meet you, at last.’ She leaned in and kissed my cheek, grabbed my palm, then stepped away, still holding my hand. ‘You look great. You’ve met Sue.’ Sue curtsied and her bunches bobbed up and down. ‘And this is Vicky.’ It was hard to tell how old this cushion-hugging, thin and nervous-looking woman was. Short brown hair accentuated her slightly hooked nose and thick brows crowned her dark eyes. She almost cowered.

‘Hi, Vicky.’ The handshake was timid, her fathomless eyes barely flickered into mine and she drew her hand away before I’d really taken hold of it.

‘Hi, er…’ she croaked and then coughed. I wanted to hug her, reassure her, while half expecting her to either run away or burst into tears. She smiled weakly, apologetically. ‘Good journey?’

‘It was fine, thanks. Not far for me. How far have you all travelled?’ If any of the women wore make-up it was subtle enough to be invisible to the untrained eye. A man’s eye, that is.

‘Oh, a couple of hours. Not bad, really.’ Cath spoke for them with a slight Irish brogue, her young voice contrasting with the creases around her green eyes. Her hair was a mass of dark red curls and her womanly curves strained the seams of her tight, short dress. She was open and attractive and I reckoned she was in her late thirties. ‘We came up last night. Been swimming and in the gym all morning, then had a sauna, facial… look at these nails… couldn’t resist. Nice healthy lunch… and here we are. Drink? We’ve got lager, white wine…’

‘Bit early for me.’

‘Tea?’ I nodded. ‘Put the kettle on, Sue.’

They’d been very cagey about where exactly they were from. The accents told me nothing. They were from all over the place.

‘How do you like it, Alex?’ Sue lisped, then pouted and giggled, her knees together, toes turned inwards. She was much closer to schoolgirl age, shape and demeanour than the others and was easily the most convincing. It disturbed me just how strongly I was drawn to her in her current persona.

‘Just as it comes… but not too strong, and no sugar. Thanks, Sue.’ She curtsied once more and flaunted her arse cheeks again as she turned away. They were playing with me in a nice way. It was fun.

 

‘Are you… single, Alex… sorry to ask, but…yer know.’ Sue obviously hadn’t been fed all the information from my emails. I wondered just how in-the-know she was.

‘I was married but…’ I hung my head, ‘there was another man.’

‘Oh sorry, Alex, didn’t mean to pry…’

‘It’s ok. When the wife found out about him she kicked me out.’

They all stayed stock still for about two full seconds till my smile gave me away, then they laughed long and loud. I quickly told them a little about the break-up and how, at first, I was quite depressed and let myself go. I ate poorly, slept just a few hours a night and spent ages sitting at the computer waiting for that elusive ‘first contact’. One night, about 2am, disillusioned and bleary-eyed, I’d entered yet another chat room. Out of the blue, a woman said she liked how I expressed myself and asked if I’d ever thought about doing ‘creative writing’. She even gave me the name of a site where I might post what I had written.

‘Get it out into the world!’

So I tried it. It was quite a release and I quickly became addicted. As I wasn’t getting laid, my characters invariably did and in all the ways I craved. The stories made me feel good, life was no longer totally pointless and I was suddenly… happier. I started sleeping more regularly, eating more healthily, even started exercising – running, swimming and going to the gym. I didn’t tell them this: I masturbated less despite writing about sex all the time, probably because I actually had something worthwhile to occupy my time.

 

 

‘So, Alex, where would you like us to start?’

‘Just do whatever you do. I’d just love to watch, listen… like I said, I’ll not get in the way. And I’ll leave anytime you ask, obviously.’

Sue turned quickly and frowned. ‘That was the plan, but we changed our minds… Cath? Didn’t Cath tell you?’ I looked blankly at her as my mind raced. The cheeky pre-pubescent smile was dashed from her face by a stormy scowl. ‘We agreed, did we not, Cathleen, that our stories would be better if there was someone here to help us with any male roles. We said we were going to improvise – start with a scenario and just make it up, record it, video it if you didn’t mind, Alex. You’re a writer, done a bit of acting too? We thought you’d be perfect. Oh, come on! Don’t tell me you’re not up for it? Fuck, Cath. We all said…’ I had told Cath about the amateur dramatics, never thinking what that might suggest to her.

‘I know we did, Sue, sorry… but I found it hard to put it into so many words. And he might not have come at all if he’d known that. Sorry, Alex, this is very unfair.’ She winced as she apologised to me. Then, with hands held out in appeasement, she turned back to face Sue and a new resolve lit up her eyes. ‘He doesn’t know. I’m sorry. Let me have a minute with him.’ She looked to me again, her face flushed, pursed lips twisted to the side. ‘Alex? Can we talk?’ A mute Vicky simply stared at the polished floor, while Sue slumped angrily into a chair, folded her arms and crossed her long legs, every bit the adolescent she was dressed as. Cath nodded towards the bedroom.

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3: The schoolgirl and the priest

 

I followed her in and she closed the door. After gently resting her full behind on the bed, she closed her eyes, bit her lip. Carefully crossing her legs, she looked up at me.

‘Alex, our fantasies will be fairly tame, nothing sordid, painful. Bit of fun. Just ‘Carry on Nurse’ sort of stuff… maybe a bit more than that, but not much. Depends how it goes. You’re in charge and we won’t push further than you’re willing to go. I promise. Please say you’ll do it. We love your stories and know you’re on our wavelength. Now we’ve all met you we’d be even more disappointed if you said no. Come on, we’ve looked forward to this for ages. Please!’

‘I’m not sure. It’s a bit… more than I expected… and a bit sudden… ‘

‘Look to me for guidance for starters, if you’re not sure… come on, please!’

‘Er…’ Believe it or not, I wasn’t sure I still wanted to be there. ‘What sort of things might you get up to?’

She thought a second, stood and put her hands behind her back. With eyes pleading through a cloud of hair, she hung her head. Her lips were like plush, satin pillows and I wanted to sink slowly into them. She ran her tongue back and forth across her top teeth.

‘Sister ordered me to come and see you Father. Says Oi’m evil.’ Her Dublin accent broadened, her expression suddenly became a complex mix of fear and defiance.

‘What have you done, my child.’ I struggled with the character for a moment, but soon had him collared.

‘I…I’m ashamed to say, Father.’

‘Try my child, please try. God will forgive you if you are truly penitent.’

‘I showed… I showed Sean Murphy my privates in the quadrangle and then… we…’

‘Pray continue.’

‘We masturbated, Father.’ Cath just blurted it out. I was thoughtful for a moment, then nodded my understanding.

‘Lift your dress and show me what you did.’ She froze then shook her head. Was this right? Was it Cath or the character refusing? I risked it, tried again, this time more firmly. ‘Lift your dress, girl, and show me where you touched yourself!’ My tongue felt very large in my dry mouth. Slowly she bunched up the front of her dress and began to lift it. Higher it went, travelling over her smooth, sturdy thighs. The gym knickers were tight, like a second skin and actually concealed very little. ‘Where did you touch yourself? Show me!’

‘Right here, Father.’ She parted her legs and two fingers slid between them, pressed upward into the navy blue undulations. She shuddered and her eyes rolled. I couldn’t take my eyes off her crotch and totally forgot what I was supposed to do. She stopped her movements suddenly and I looked up into her face. ‘Sean got a stiffy too, Father, but it wasn’t as big as that. That’s the cock o’ Satan!’ I glanced down at the bulge in my trousers and she giggled, then guffawed. ‘That was great, Alex! You’ve got the job if you want it. Play it by ear. Take a chance. Go as far as you feel you need to - we are all fairly open-minded, but you can take us to new levels, just by being here. And - think about it - this could be your fantasy too. Above all, have fun. We will. We’ve talked about it a lot and we’re willing to trust you. Totally.’

I suddenly wasn’t interested in writing, improvising or fantasising. I really didn’t want to leave that room till I’d fucked her. It had been a long time since I’d done the real thing. Masturbation had been essential while reading her emails, always imagining it was Cath taking my liquid load in various orifices, never any of the others. The real Cath had little in common with my imaginary one, but she was just as attractive, was a very sexy proposition. And now here was the opportunity, there was the bed. The two women just down the hall were instantly inconsequential. The urge to touch her was so strong that my arm twitched, but somehow I subdued it. I was so aroused by her scenario that I was sweating, my legs were weak and my cock ached: a grown woman playing a Catholic schoolgirl and me a priest. This was unbearable. I never thought she would touch herself like that, never imagined it would affect me so strongly. What would have happened next? I’d never know.

‘I… Yes, I’ll give it a go. Please don’t expect too much…’

She bounced out of the room.

‘The man from Del Monte, he say yes!’ and they laughed and cheered.

 

Chapter 4: Starter

 

I settled into a chair, the three women sat cross-legged on the rug in front of me.

‘Where’s Martha?’

‘Oh… while you were in the bedroom she got a call, had to go out, has something to do. She won’t be long. She said start without her.’ Cath smiled her reassurance, then all eyes turned to Sue.

‘Ok. Martha left us this, as a starter. She sometimes does that if she gets held up, can’t make it on time. Gets us in the mood.’ As Sue was unfolding the sheet of paper, Cath held up a little silver camera and snapped her. Sue spread her legs on the rug and her dress rode up. The camera clicked again. She bent each leg in turn to pull up her socks, showing off her delightful thighs and then paused. Another digital click. Scanty white panties flashed at me and my blood surged again. She had changed while I was out of the room and I assumed there was a reason. Martha’s warm-up story was set in a biology lesson. The three naughtiest girls in the school had been kept in detention by the strictest teacher. They’d been excluded from class for improper behaviour but were still behaving just as badly as before. Sue struggled with the reading but eventually finished. They looked to me for inspiration. I thought for a full 10 seconds then stood up.

‘Right. If you won’t behave in class, we’ll be having these sessions after school every week till the end of term. Understand?’ Three desultory ‘yes sirs’ were spat at me. ‘Page 47 in your textbooks. Reproduction. And let’s be mature about it.’ Sue giggled, covered her face.

‘Don’t be so childish, girl.’

‘Bet you know all about that, don’t you sir? Bet you could teach us a thing or two.’ Sue stared at my slightly swollen crotch, elbowed Vicky in the ribs. Vicky just looked uncomfortable. Cath winked at Sue and they both erupted into a fit of laughter.

‘I’ll teach you something else first. How to behave. Stand up, the lot of you!’ Vicky stood straight away, actually looked scared. The other two didn’t move at first, but slowly did what they were told. ‘Bend over!’

‘Oi will not!’

‘Bend over!’ I grabbed Cath’s curls and pushed her head down. She turned her head to look at me and winked, then nodded. Vicky and Sue bent over, backsides towards me. ‘Lift your dresses!’ They complied. ‘Susan! Why aren’t you wearing school uniform?’

‘I had an accident, sir.’

‘Please can I go to the bathroom, sir?’ Vicky’s quavering voice was perfect, but I didn’t think she was acting. ‘I’m going to wet myself.’

‘No you can’t, Victoria.’

‘Please, sir. I am going to wet myself.’

‘Stand over there. And stop whining.’ I think she was just glad to be out of it. Vicky was going to be hard work. ‘Now, Susan. Take them off!’ I wasn’t sure if this was going too far, but another nod from Cath told me I was on track.

Sue slowly bared her arse for me and the panties slid to the floor. Her plump cheeks were rounded and delicious, like a fleshy apricot. This was fantastic. Cath nodded to the low glass coffee table. There was a wooden ruler on it that I hadn’t noticed till then. I picked it up, slapped my hand. The two bending women winced. The next slap brought a howl of protest from Sue. A red mark quickly appeared across her cheeks. I stepped back, started to apologise, but Cath nodded her encouragement.

‘That didn’t hurt!’ Sue’s voice was belligerent. So I whacked her again, then again and brought tears to her eyes.

‘Punish me too, sir. It’s not fair to just punish Susan. We were all naughty.’ Cath pulled hers down a little, enough to bare her fleshy arse and I whacked her too. Vicky took another step away, shook her head as I glanced at her and so I let her be. I was still finding my feet and didn’t want to do anything that could upset any one of them. Sue looked fantastic. I was hardening quickly and could have whipped it out and slid straight up her. Instead, I slid the ruler up and down the inside of her thighs, encouraging her to open her legs. Reluctantly, she did so.

‘Not so clever now, are we girl?’ I placed the flat of the ruler against her vulva as she bent over. ‘Gather round girls. Reproduction. Now watch. This is where the erect male member enters, deposits his seed. Animals always do it from the rear, like this,’ and I tapped her with the wood three times. ‘Humans often do it face to face… but not always. The penis can stimulate the female G spot better in this position… and it’s easier for a female to pleasure herself too – the clitoris is easy to get to. Do you see that girls? Do you understand?’ I gently slapped upwards three or four times more. Sue shuddered, exuded a low moan.

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Do you need a more practical, doggy demonstration? I warn you, it will hurt much more than the ruler.’

‘No, sir, thank you, sir.’

‘Good. Now get off home!’ I slapped her again, this time across the cheeks with the flat of my hand and sat back down, breathing a sigh of relief. I was glad to sit because I was a little dizzy, my head still reeling from the sight of Sue’s sex lips and the feel of her taut, young behind.

 

There was silence then they gave me a round of applause. Heart pounding, I stood and bowed. We laughed. Even Vicky murmured her appreciation, though she hadn’t really participated.

‘That was great, Alex. Really good, ‘ and her dim eyes actually smouldered a little.

‘It went further than you suggested, Cath, a bit stronger, but I just followed your lead. You ok, Sue? Cath told me to go on…’ It was then that I noticed the viscous wetness on the measuring stick that was still in my hand. Mmm, that definitely hit the spot, in more ways than one.

‘Yeah. That was OK for a starter, Alex. Thanks.’ Her eyelids were heavy, cheeks flushed, but her words were not exactly enthusiastic.

‘Now can I go pee?’ Vicky was hopping on the spot. Cath smiled and nodded and Vicky vanished into the bathroom. I questioned Cath with a frown but she simply mouthed back:

‘Don’t ask.’

 

Sue sat on the floor right in front of me. Her knickers were on the rug where they had dropped. As we chatted, I prayed she would open her legs, but her knees were locked together. Then they started to part, but quickly clamped together again. She repeated this several times till I completely lost my train of thought. Cath slapped her thigh playfully and frowned.

‘Behave! Put some panties on. It’s hard enough to compete with you, without flashing that at him.’ Cath was right. Sue was a lovely-looking young woman.

‘Who’s competing? Eh, Cath? Not me for starters. No competition here.’ Sue nodded towards me, grinned and then glanced back at Cath who was blushing.