The Missionary and the Pygmies (and other erotic stories)

by Charlotte Roberts

  "How's Charles?" came her mother's voice. "Is he there?"

  "Yes, he's right here."

  "Put him on," said her mother. "I want to ask him about these investment thingies Sophie was telling me about."

  "OK," said his wife, and with a smile she swung the phone around and handed it to Charles.

  After getting over his initial shock, he greeted her mother, who proceeded to babble on while he continued pummeling Margaret's pussy.

  "Can't you hold it steady?" said Dorothy. "You're making me feel dizzy."

  "Sorry," said Charles. He tried to hold the phone more steadily while he continued with his pelvic thrusting. While his mother-in-law continued her long speech, his wife showed signs of approaching orgasm. She started using her fingers on her pussy to help herself along, rubbing and patting her swollen clitoris as he continued to fuck her. Soon she climaxed and, though she managed to restrain her moans, she did so with a violence he hadn't witnessed in years. Her whole frame shuddered on the couch and he felt his own orgasm approach in response.

  "Hang on," he said, unable to control himself any longer. "Sorry to interrupt. Margaret wants a word." He quickly swung the phone round and handed it back to Margaret, who quickly composed her features and ad libbed some excuse for wanting to talk to her.

  His cock was now rigid and throbbing inside Margaret's oozing pussy, and a rising tide of ecstasy exploded inside him and hot cum spurted forth, filling her tunnel with a warm feeling and bringing a final satisfied groan from her lips.

  Well, that's pretty much the end of this story. Margaret and Charles' married life became a lot more interesting after that, and now you know why so I won't say any more about it.

  Perhaps you'll see them around one day. Perhaps you'll even get to know them. One day you might even find yourself having a video chat with them, and it might seem like a perfectly normal, innocent chat ...

  Ya Wen Hsu

  Ya Wen Hsu had always dreamed of going to America, and when she won a scholarship and was accepted onto the course of a leading US university, she was delighted.

  Being the only child of a traditional Chinese family from a rural village, she worried that she might have trouble making friends and fitting in, but she was determined to try her best and not be like so many other Chinese students who only hung out with those from their own culture. Her dream was to stay in America, to find work there after her studies were complete, and she wanted American friends from the start to help her build contacts and make that transition.

  She knew that Americans were much more liberal and pleasure-oriented than Chinese people, so she decided to try to adjust her character in order to appear more modern and Westernized than she might otherwise appear.

  So when she arrived on campus, she saw how the American girls dressed, with their skimpy tops and provocative (by her standards) clothing, and she tried to do the same. She had a great figure, much more busty than the Chinese norm, and she soon attracted the attentions of the local male students. She was invited to go for beers and she accepted every offer and made a point of conquering her natural shyness. In fact she perhaps over-compensated and soon she gained a reputation as a bit of a wild child.

  One evening at a local bar, two male friends told her they were heading for a house party later and would she like to tag along? Ya Wen of course said she would, and that's how she soon found herself in a house full of strangers, with guys whooping and girls drinking and loud music and dancing and all the things she had never in her life experienced before.

  She went along with it all and soon started to feel a little tipsy. She was talking to strangers as if she had known them for years, cracking jokes that perhaps were not that funny but to her increasingly inebriated mind seemed hilarious. Perhaps some unkind souls at the party might have said she was beginning to make a fool of herself, but that's what people do at parties, and she was in good company.

  While she was chatting to a group of guys in the living room, she was suddenly stunned to realise that one of the other girls was kneeling in front of a guy reclining on the couch and sucking his penis.

  The girl then removed her clothes and lowered herself onto her partner's cock, to the cheers of the nearby partygoers who were gathering to watch.

  Another naked girl appeared seemingly from nowhere and was soon on the couch too, being fucked by one guy while sucking the dick of another.

  Ya Wen could hardly believe her eyes. But her next reaction, after the initial shock, was a determination not to be left behind. If this was going to be a mass orgy, she wasn't going to be the odd one out.

  She danced around the sofa and ripped off her top and bra, to the amazement of her friends and the cheers of everyone else. She grabbed the nearest guy and led him over to a vacant spot on the sofa. Undoing his pants, she took out his limp penis and started working away at it furiously with hand and mouth, soon being rewarded with the sight of a huge erection. She then stepped out of her jeans and panties and pushed the guy back onto the increasingly crowded sofa and straddled him, lowering herself onto his stiff cock, and proceeded to fuck him wildly.

  By this time the room was full and the audience were cheering the performers enthusiastically.

  The thought crossed Ya Wen's mind: what would her parents, who were traditional Chinese peasant farmers, think if they saw her now? What would her grandparents think? They would surely disown her – after they had first died of shock, that is. She could hardly believe it herself. But this was America and she was determined she was going to be an American.

  The guy beneath Ya Wen gave signs that he was close to climaxing, and Ya Wen felt her own pleasure increasing as she moved up and down on his throbbing meat. The fact that she was completely naked and exposed under the eyes of others made everything seem that much more intense. Clothed partygoers were standing behind the sofa right in front of her, and one girl reached forward and playfully squeezed Ya Wen's breast.

  The guy beneath her said "I'm coming," and Ya Wen rose off him and used her hand to bring him to orgasm, dumping his load on his own stomach. She beckoned the girl who had felt her breasts to come around the couch and join her, but the girl declined. Ya Wen began to wonder why she was the only one who had joined the first two girls in taking part in the fun.

  "Come on," she said to the girl. "What are you waiting for?"

  At this point some unkind person leaned forward and explained to the Chinese girl that the first two women were prostitutes, paid to perform by the hosts to give the party a wild atmosphere. Some of the guys, being guys, had happily joined the fun, but the only woman to have joined the whores in fucking complete strangers was Ya Wen, and she didn't have the excuse of being paid for her services.

  As she received this news, she felt a penis probe her from behind and then push into her tight moist pussy: another guest availing himself of her 'services'. The two prostitutes had by this time disappeared to God knows where, and now she was the only naked female in a room full of clothed Americans, and the only Asian person at the party at all for that matter, being stared at by a group of westerners as she was being fucked by some guy whose face she hadn't even seen. While she tried to get her head around this new take on the situation, another cock appeared and was proffered in the direction of her face.

  She felt an utter fool. She felt she had somehow shamed her country - here she was, the only Chinese girl at the party, and the only girl who had freely whored herself. Not only that, but she had done it while a group of clothed onlookers watched her fuck, exposed in all her nakedness.

  The feelings of shame, of self-consciousness, of being the centre of attention for all the wrong reasons - what effect did such feelings have on Ya Wen?

  It drove her absolutely wild with excitement.

  She took the proffered cock and wrapped her lips around it while the guy at the back (whoever he was) continued slapping his balls into her, pounding her doggy-style. Another cock appeared to her left, and she grabbed it with her free hand, the
n took turns licking and sucking one cock at a time. It felt like many pairs of hands were rubbing and massaging her large, full breasts which hung down and rocked to and fro in rhythm to the pounding she was receiving. She felt the cock withdraw and then a mess of hot liquid was deposited on her lower back and ass.

  Another pair of hands gripped her hips and maneuvered her onto her back, and she spread her legs wide as yet another guy pushed his meat into her. Meanwhile one of the cocks she had been sucking now erupted in front of her accompanied by the groans and gasps of its owner. Most of his semen landed on the fabric of the couch, but a few globules splattered into her hair and onto her right ear. More wild cheering erupted as the second guy jerked himself off onto her breasts which swung up and down as she lay on her back receiving the thrusts of the guy now fucking her.

  So far she had made three guys come, but she herself remained unsatisfied. She decided to help herself out, and she reached down with her hand and started fingering her pussy and clit while rubbing her breasts with her other hand. After a few minutes she brought herself to a peak of pleasure and felt her body tightening as the feelings took hold. The guy fucking her withdrew and came onto her stomach. Some of his sperm dripped down onto her vagina, and she used the goo as additional lubricant. The sensation took her over the edge and she erupted in an explosion of ecstasy, her pussy trembling and quivering as she climaxed. The party seemed to grow dim and disappear, the people vanished as she lost herself in the sensations. Finally the waves passed over her and her head fell back onto the cushions and she gasped for breath. It was only then, when her screaming stopped, that she realised she had been screaming at all. The faces staring at her moved back into focus.

  The assembled crowd were whooping and cheering their approval.

  Well, thought Ya Wen, so much for blending in.

  Two for One

  Lt Cmdr Anne Rushton looked across the mess table at Captain Rosanne Laird and gave her a stern look.

  "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting, Captain Laird?" she asked.

  Laird looked at her superior and stuttered, "I, um, no. I mean to say..."

  "May I remind you of US Army regulations prohibiting fraternization on or off duty while aboard ship?" said Rushton.

  "Yes I'm aware–" began Laird.

  "It's common knowledge that you are a lesbian," continued Rushton. "You have not attempted to conceal that information, and you have a perfect right to tell or not tell whoever you like. I on the other hand do not publicly announce my sexual inclinations because I do not believe it is the business of anyone on this ship. I'm aware that there are rumours, and I do not lower myself to comment on them ..."

  Jeez, thought Laird. She's really laying it on thick.

  "So in answer to your question, no, I would not like to accompany you to the store room." Then Lt Cmdr Rushton flashed Laird a barely perceptible smile. "However, next shore leave, when we're off duty, I might consent to go for a beer with you."

  And with that, she picked up her empty food tray and left the mess hall.

  Next shore leave was when the ship docked in the home port of San Diego, and true to her word, as they disembarked from the USS Benfield, Rushton shouted down the gang plank to Laird who was setting foot on dry land for the first time in many weeks, "Well? How about that drink, Captain Laird?"

  The two officers, still in uniform, shared a taxi and Rushton gave the driver directions to a bar downtown.

  They spent an hour there and had a couple of beers. Laird wondered what would happen next. She had been blown over by Rushton's beauty the first time she had been assigned to her command two months previously. Rushton had a delicacy about her face that contrasted with the masculinity of her position and the uniform she wore, which only served to increase her attraction in Laird's eyes.

  There had been no way to know or not whether she was a lesbian or bisexual, but Laird heard rumours over the following months, and by degree managed to introduce a few leading, inviting suggestions into their conversation, fishing to see what came back, which had culminated in that conversation across the mess table.

  After they finished the second round of beers, Rushton suddenly picked up her kit bag and told Laird, "Come with me."

  Rushton led her outside and they crossed the street and then dived down a side street. Rushton went up to a door and used a key to open it.

  "Is this your place?" asked Laird.

  "Sure is," said Rushton.

  "I didn't even know you lived in San Diego," continued Laird.

  Rushton smiled at her. "Would you like to stay the night?"

  The two women spent the evening chatting. Rushton had the knack of somehow managing to completely switch off her officer persona at will, and Laird found her to be a warm, funny host.

  Later, Rushton suggested Laird take a shower, and while she was doing so she heard the front door close and she assumed that Rushton had gone out, maybe for another bottle of wine or something from the convenience store.

  But when she came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, she saw a suitcase in the hallway which hadn't been there before.

  "Hi sweetie," came a voice, and Laird span round to find a young guy of about twenty-five smiling at her. He handed her a glass of wine and introduced himself. "I'm Paul. Annie told me all about you."

  "Oh," said Laird. She had been in the lesbian and gay scene long enough to guess with near certainty that this guy was gay.

  "I'm Annie's boyfriend," he added.

  OK. Now she was confused.

  They ended up the three of them sitting on the couch watching a really bad movie and cracking jokes and finding pleasure in how terrible it was. Rushton sat in the middle, with Laird and Paul either side. Then it came to a certain point in the evening, and Paul leaned over and kissed Rushton.

  "It's weird, Paul," said Laird. "If I didn't know better, I would have guessed you were gay. Please don't be offended."

  "I am gay, sweetie," said Paul.

  "Oh," said Laird. "OK. You know what? I'm a little confused right now. Can you guys tell me what's going on and exactly how you see this evening panning out?"

  Rushton turned to Laird, took her face in her hands and kissed her passionately.

  It was a little weird with the woman's gay boyfriend sitting a few feet away, but it was also very nice. Laird enthusiastically returned the woman's attentions, and soon Rushton's hands reached down and started undoing Laird's blouse.

  While she was doing this, Paul reached over and started kissing Rushton on the neck. Then his hands stroked her legs, moving up to her crotch before starting to loosen her pants.

  Rushton was now leaning sideways licking Laird's right nipple, and out of the corner of her eye Laird saw Paul gave a tug on Rushton's pants and a hard, pink cock sprang loose.

  "Fuck me!" gasped Laird, not able to stop herself.

  "I intend to," replied Rushton with a smile.

  Paul's mouth was instantly fastened around his girlfriend's cock and he licked and sucked while Rushton turned her attention to freeing Laird from her own pants.

  Paul had slipped off the couch and was now kneeling in front of Rushton, his head bent down with his mouth slobbering over her cock. Rushton pulled Laird over and, taking hold of the woman's hips, got her into position above her. Laird was now straddling Rushton, facing her, a foot placed on the sofa either side of Rushton's hips. Paul relinquished Rushton's cock and Laird slowly lowered herself onto the rigid, moistened shaft.

  This woman, thought Laird, with her perfect, delicate, feminine face and smooth white breasts, had a man's hefty penis where her vagina should be. The sight of this disconcerting body and that cock disappearing up into her wet pussy was driving Laird wild. Rushton stretched forward her neck to take one of Laird's nipples in her lips, sucking and flicking and licking, then moving across to the other breast, while Laird rode her cock. She glanced back to see that Paul had stripped and was applying K-Y jelly to his erect cock. Now he moved towards the two
of them. Rushton opened her legs wide, and Paul advanced towards her ass and pushed his glistening cock against her anus and then forward, pushing deep into her rectum.

  Laird wondered how it felt, to be this woman with a cock, fucking another woman while a guy fucked you in the ass. Judging by her moaning and the expression on Rushton's face, it felt pretty good.

  The three of them were like a well-oiled machine, working together as a unit. Moving up, down, back and forth, a triple-sectioned fucking machine.

  "Rosanne," said Paul. "Do you like it up the ass?"

  "I'm a lesbian," said Laird.

  "I know that," said Paul. "But do you like it up the ass?"

  "I thought you were gay?" said Laird.

  "Well, I have my moments," said Paul. "Anyway, these labels are so tiresome. So, are you going to tell me? Do you like it up the ass?"

  I just told you I'm a lesbian, thought Laird. Then she thought, Fuck it.

  She reached back and pushed Paul's hips away from Rushton's ass, and then pulled them back again. She felt Paul's cock press up against her asshole, push into the flesh and then suddenly overcome some resistance and pop in, filling her asshole with his swollen meat. She could feel the way Paul's cock behind and Rushton's cock in front moved against each other through her flesh. The sensation was unbelievable. A cock in her ass, a cock in her pussy, one belonging to a man, the other to a woman.

  "Oh yes. Oh fuck. Oh fuck that feels good," gasped Laird.

  "Sure you're not bi?" smiled Rushton.

  Laird no longer cared what she was. All she knew was pleasure. She had left the normal, neatly classifiable world far behind and was now submerged in a world of pure, animal pleasure.

  Paul started alternating his thrusting so that one forward movement would fuck Laird's asshole, then withdraw completely, then the next would fuck Rushton's. Double fucked, Laird started to feel the approach of orgasm. Then it came, sweeping through her, waves of ecstasy making her cry out. It was the strongest, longest orgasm of her life, and when it finally reached its peak and crashed over her, she slipped off Rushton's cock and fell to one side, limp and panting for breath.