HELEN ROBINSON

My dearest Joanne,

                Thank you for that wonderful sexy letter, I had my fingers thrust into my cunt as you asked, although I would have done it anyway, and yes I was seated at my office desk, that first time I read it and yes, I 'came off' three times and was quite flushed for the rest of the day, and yes I did leave my knickers and tights off for the rest of that day, even though I was wearing an incredibly short mini skirt.  I still don't think I could swap places with you on one of your submission sessions, although I wouldn't mind an invite to watch. I just don't know how you can get off on pain.

                As agreed with you I am now going to tell you about that incident to which I referred briefly in my last letter, and I must admit that having read what 'Master Mark' did to you back in March this year, makes this a whole lot easier, I'm not sure if I would have confessed about everything that happened this day if I hadn't known you'd already experienced similar.

                I think to understand why I went along with this for the most part, relates to a fantasy I've had on and off (but no more) since I was about 17. A boyfriend I had, showed me a few blue videos, One stuck in my mind. An elegant and very attractive woman in a sports car, almost knocks over a tramp crossing the road, she takes him home, washes and feeds him and then they have sex. I masturbated about that video, quite often, then in over the years, my fantasy changed, firstly she neglects to wash and feed him, and finally by the time I was about 21 that woman became me.  The dirtier and smellier his cock and balls were, the wetter I became at the idea of sucking him, I vividly recall one evening I was on my own in my parents house, I was so randy I hadn't been laid for days, I was masturbating on this theme, when it suddenly clicked in my mind, why I don't know, I had at that time never even done this on any male, but it flashed across my mind that after sucking his cock and balls, my mouth and tongue moved into his arse crack. I came like a stream train. Afterwards I felt quite sick at myself, but that came into my masturbation thoughts half a dozen times a year.

                With that in mind, read on, This incident happened about the middle of May this year. I had gone to visit an old friend Lydia who lives in Croydon, in one of those largish, but private, apartment blocks. She & I have been great friends since we re- met at an adult party in 1987, even though it was more than 7 years since we'd last seen each other, we recognized one other instantly because we were at school together, We'd been good friends then and we soon became firm mates again thereafter. I'm sure that you & Peter have met her at one of our parties.

                Anyway she and her husband Mike had split up about a year before this incident, so both Keith and I have spent some time consoling her, (me emotionally, he physically). Mike has looked after her financially very well, but she has at certain stages become very depressed, as you might imagine.

                Lydia had moved out of the family home into this apartment block about 4 days earlier and this was my first chance to see her and we were going shopping to buy some nice things to liven it up a bit. Having moved out of the house seemed to be the right step for her. She had phoned me from a neighbour's flat the day before as her phone was installed yet.

                It was at that time that we agreed where we were to go and she suggested what we'd wear, or rather what we wouldn't. I should explain that Lydia had taken to those exhibitionist games that you lot introduced us to with great aplomb. I don't think we ever got as outrageous as you, Diane and Eileen, but we were definitely naughty and quite bold.

                It was Lydia who suggested that we wear our raincoats, over nothing other than high-heeled boots, with stocking and suspenders. I was in the right mood and we hadn't done anything like that for yonks, so I agreed, more so because it showed that Lydia was getting back into her old self again.  She had told me I must drive across to her place 'ready', but then we'd move off by public transport. We'd done this sort of thing shopping locally, but she was saying she wanted to go to Knightsbridge, it was daring and exciting. We both had purchased together, these mid thigh length gabardine off-white 'CIA type' raincoats, which we'd used this way before, we had sewn all buttonholes up specifically for this purpose, and we'd tie the belt in a knot. Since the last time we played, I hadn't altered mine at all, because Keith still liked to take me places such as cinemas and pubs, dressed that way. 

                She had explained all about the underground car park underneath the apartments and the visitors parking area, but when I drove in all the places had been taken. However the Caretaker/manager had seen me drive in and had come to find out what I was doing there.  I rolled down my window as he approached and I told him who I was visiting and that I'd be wanting to leave my car there for about 5 hours (Lydia & I were to walk to the station from there). He suggested that if I wanted to leave the car, he would park it for me, but he'd have to put in into a Residents parking slot, so he best have the keys, in case he had to move it again. This seemed totally reasonable, and so I got out of the car, In the 30-minute drive over and the talking with him I had totally forgotten my 'undressed state'.  He politely opened my door, for me and as I swung my legs out of the car, my coat fell open, either side of my thighs and in doing so I flashed him everything from my navel down.

                By his very audible gasp I didn't need to know anymore, He'd seen me; (he'd have had to be blind not to have done so). I totally froze for about 3 or 4 seconds with one leg in and one leg out of the car, I felt myself blush beetroot red from my roots, grabbed my handbag and gave him a smile and the best wink I could muster and said something stupid like

                'Warm weather we're having'.

                I always get the best buzz from unexpected flashes and this was no exception, as I walked away I could feel his eyes on me.   He's over 60, I said to myself; you've probably almost given him a heart attack.

                When I got to Lydia's flat, I found she wasn't feeling too well and we decided to postpone the shopping trip till the next week. I took off my raincoat and she gave me a towel robe to put on, So we had a coffee and a chat.

                I told her about the flash I'd just done, Lydia laughed, apparently the man's name was Alf, she reckoned he was late 60's, although he told her he was only just 63. But he'd been most helpful when she moved in over the previous weekend, even though she had the help of Brenda and George (2 very hunky men from her office as she put it) who had both stayed over the whole weekend helping her and who had both together sampled her sexual delights during the night, for the first time.

                She reckoned Alf was going to be a bit of a problem as she put it, if she didn't handle him right.  He had pinched her bum, very nicely on at least three occasions over the past few days.  The block of flats was most occupied by singles or young couples and two of the wives had separately warned Lydia about him. So I said something about if she got really desperate for sex, she now had somebody on hand, Lydia said she'd never get that hard up.

                I said look upon it as an act of charity. This was a standing in-house joke. When we were about 16/17ish Lydia and I were like the school cheerleaders, guys drooled over us. But there were 2 blokes who always went around together, one very dishy the other was spotty, glasses overweight etc.  Both Lydia and I fancied Ken the good looking one, so we tossed a coin as to who would get whom, I won. We started off as a foursome, but split up, Ken screwed me on the back seat of his car. The next day Lydia told me she had allowed Phil the other one to fuck her, as she felt sorry for him, as it was obvious what Ken and I were up to, an act of charity she told me.

                To be honest my fuck with Ken wasn't so hot, but Lydia made out that Phil was a real live one and dared me to change places with her the next week. So we did, I did fuck Phil and told Lydia so, but that I didn't rate him very highly as a fuck, for the next week she smirked. Then as a stoke of luck for us, the very  next weekend, I had my parents house to ourselves. The four of us  played some strip games then it de-generated into an orgy,  it  was fun and it was also the first time that Lydia and I made love  together.

                That arose because it soon became obvious that she had lied  to me about Phil, she hadn't shagged with him the previous week,  although he wasn't quite a virgin. At that point of the evening,  we'd only done some gentle oral sex on each boy's cock and they  had eaten our cunts out. When Lydia's lie became apparent, we  tied her to a chair an then both boys and I made love for an  hour, my first threesome in reality, Lydia was really frustrated,  till the boys freed her and demanded she eat my pussy as penance.  I was aghast, I've never had sexual contact with another woman.

                Lydia didn't hesitate, she buried her mouth onto my love  greased box, tasting both boys spunk inside me. Within minutes I  was groaning in ecstasy. Later on I went down on Lydia. The boy's  introduced us both to anal sex, after admitting they were both  'bum bandits' which they proved to the delight of us girls, they  also sucked each other's cocks. The four of us went out together,  nobody really knowing who was going with whom, for nearly a year  till Ken and Phil went to university. So that's how the act of  charity came about.      

                That got us talking about those heady days of sexual fun, I  was becoming really fruity, If Lydia hadn't been so full of cold I  could have quite easily climbed into bed with her for an hour or  so.   Not that we ever done such a thing in the last few years,  and even when we were teenagers we'd only done it when with Ken &  Phil present.  

                So when, about an hour later, it was time for me to leave,  as I gave her the towel robe back, and stood naked in her hallway, she dared me to go like that, without my coat. It would mean  leaving her flat, going along the corridor, down the stairs or  lift four flights to the car park, getting in driving home,  getting into my house, all in broad daylight, clad in only my  black high heeled boots, black stockings and red suspender belt.  We'd both done such things in the evenings and at night, even  like yourselves we've gone out like that with our lover/husband  for a midnight walk.

                But this was far riskier, being on my own and in daylight.  Lydia said it was worth 8 points. I had forgotten she had so many  points more than me she could have made me do it anyway. 8 points  was a lot, I'd never got 8 points in one swoop before after-all,  we'd given her 8 points for playing a strip game with 6 of us,  which she was guarantied to lose in a fairly crowded pub, over  about half an hour she lost one item after another till she was  naked bar her high heels while the rest of us were fully clothed.  I must admit that she attracted a lot of attention, and I, as did  Jane almost decided to join in as well.

                I assessed the situation, the corridor wasn't too bad, the  lift was risky, stairs would be better, finding my car very high  risk, then I remembered, He had my keys, I told Lydia. Damn, I  was almost ready to do it.

                There were solutions:-

                               A. she went and got them from Alf for me. This was  possibly the easiest, but I pointed out it was likely he would  then linger around the car park near my car hoping for another  flash, knowing I was leaving. Lydia agreed that was highly  probable and offered another point extra.

                               B. That I go for them wearing one of Lydia's see-thru  tops and micro mini skirts, but she'd only give me 4 for that. I  decided that wasn't really on.

                               C. there was a third alternative which crossed my mind,  go out like Lydia had dared and find the keys anyway, after-all,  he was only one old man.

                In the end I decided that discretion was the better part of  valour and left with raincoat on, but feeling very fruity anyway.

                As I waited for the lift I was out of sight of Lydia's door, I  had my coat belted.  Lydia's word lingered in my mind,

                               'being living accommodation, this place is dead during the  day'

                I dared myself.  I undid the belt, and slowly let my coat fall in a pool  around my feet, the lift was arriving I was facing the doors, my  blood was pounding with excitement. If the lift was empty, it  was, next step.

                I  scooped up my coat and walked the 30 yards or so round  the corridor back to Lydia's flat, I hung my coat on her door  handle.  If my nerve held, I would phone her from home in an  hour.

                I walked back to the lift feeling light headed. The lift had  gone!,  that meant somebody was using it. The lights showed it  was in the basement car park, I was on the third floor of a 6  floor apartment block. I decided to bold it out, the lights  started moving, It went past me and stopped on the 5th floor, phew!!  The lift started back down, I had pressed the down button, as the  lift slowed and stopped at my level I distinctly heard female voices  inside it, I fled for my coat.

                So much for the brave.

                With my coat once more firmly on I arrived in the car park  without seeing another soul. I was looking for Alf and saw him  immediately, and asked him the whereabouts of my car and it's  keys. He shuffled off to get them from a small cupboard of an  office, which was obviously where he sat during the day.  There  wasn't the slightest doubt in my mind and I was sure that Lydia  realised this as well, that he would have seen me naked even if I  hadn't given him the keys.

                I saw my car, parked nearby and walked over to it. I was  still annoyed at myself for losing my nerve before, I knew in my  heart that if the dare had been on Lydia from me, SHE would have  done without question and hesitation. He's already had a bit of a  flash from me I thought to myself, without pausing I slipped the  belt undone and rolled it into a ball and put it into a pocket of  the coat, which now hung with the edges just about overlapping.  But my heart started racing, I was now committed, if he turned  and walked away, when his back was towards me,  I was going to  slip out of the coat, jump in and drive off quick. But if as more  likely in view of my earlier flash, he stood by as I got in, I'd  get in, but make no attempt to hold my coat closed and he'd see  breasts and fanny this time. I was feeling quite wet again. 

                My musing was interrupted by his Alf's return, He unlocked  the door and handed me the keys, his eyes were glinting at me. He  said something about what a nice day it was, I agreed with him  that it was warm.

                'Bit warm for a heavy raincoat like' that he said.

                'Yes, I suppose, so' I said laughing

                'Mind you that's a nice bit of cloth' he said his hand  reaching out and taking hold of the lapel, rubbing the cloth  between thumb and forefinger. His action parted my coat all the  way down by  a couple of inches or so, I made no attempt to stop  him. If he hadn't guessed before, he certainly knew now that I  was naked under my coat.

                His other hand took hold of the other lapel, now my coat was  fully parted, both nipples revealed to his gaze.

                'Nice, very nice' He said, I wasn't too sure whether he  meant my coat or my nude body.  I was still feeling bold, I  enjoyed his eyes feasting on my body, my nipples were rock hard  and my cunt was so wet it felt like tears trickling down. With a  shrug of my shoulders I slipped my coat down my arms, off my  body, and I caught it in one hand and threw it onto the open seat  of my car with that arm.

                'Perhaps it is too warm for that' I said.

                Honestly Sarah, that's all I ever intended to do -- flash  myself at him that way, then get in my car and drive off. But,  this was the first time I'd ever totally exposed myself to a  total stranger, without a friend being around.

                His fingers that a second or so before had been feeling the  fabric of my coat, now alighted onto my hard nipples. He squeezed  both nipples with his craggy fingers and took the weight of my  breasts onto the palms of his hands feeling the fullness and  firmness of my two, 36's. I was enjoying the sexual power. But, I  was slightly put off that he was taking it so calmly, after all,  it couldn't be an everyday occurrence for him to have an attractive woman standing naked like that in front of him.  I desperately wanted to shock him a bit. My mind went to your confession  of Simon's birthday treat, that was in an underground car park  and you stood before him dressed almost as I was.

                The notion of sinking to my knees and extracting his penis  for a blow job, crossed my mind, but that's what You, or Keith or  Peter would have ordered me to do, in that situation. In all  those previous situations similar to this with one of you around,  I have been sexually excited doing that, but nothing as excited  as I was this day, doing on my own. I realise that my sexual  burning was the culmination of events over the past couple of  hours, but nothing short of a GOOD FUCK, was going to satisfy my  yearning.

                Almost as that thought crossed my mind, one of his hand  moved forcefully onto my melting pubis and he trust two fingers  into my wet cavern.

                I couldn't help my thighs opening to him, welcoming him in,  anymore than I could help my exclamation of 'OH yes!' as soon as  I gasped it I regretted it, I had now lost control, I was like a  schoolgirl on her first fumblings.

                He grinned, knowingly from ear to ear.  

                I was aware of the cold steel of my car as I lay back  against it whilst he finger fucked me, there was sensation, oh it  was lovely, but no relief.

                'What do you want, ? Say it, tell me' He said,

                'Fuck me' I said meekly,

                Pardon, I didn't hear, your please,

                'Oh God, please fuck me you bastard' louder, my humiliation  complete now.

                For  a moment, I thought he'd do it there and then, but no  he changed his mind, and led me by hand, like a lamb across  the  concrete car lot, past the lift, along a stretch where any passing pedestrian or motorist would have clearly seen me from no more than  10 yards away, I was aware of the clip of my steel high heels on  the hard ground and concrete slabs, my breasts bouncing freely on  my chest, nipples out on storks, up the steps to the ground  floor, across the big open foyer with it's lush deep pile carpet and into his flat.

                I was committed to the idea of sex with him, Christ I would  have had sex with anyone by that stage, I was so desperate. I was  trying in my mind to justify him and me having sex, after all he  was definitely over 60 and looked it. Sarah don't get me wrong, I  know you and your father-in-law have been bonking for years and  he's 66, but he's a tall, very  refined looking gentleman, very handsome  and very sexy looking anyway, who could almost past for late 50's  and you started having sex with him when he was 51 or 52 ? was  it.

                Alf was not like that at all, he wasn't good looking, he  wasn't tall, his body was not well looked after, in fact he was a  slob. That apart I'd never had sex with a guy much over 40 before  and if any one of you had 'dared' me into this situation, I'd had  backed away.

                Inside his flat my thoughts were confirmed, a smell of  unwashed clothes and socks pervaded the atmosphere, with a lingering smell of urine. I was heralded into the bedroom where a  single unmade bed greeted me, dirty clothes were strewn all  around the room. I sat down on the bed, the once white sheets  were now dingy and yellow stains were obviously dried spunk  marks, no doubt achieved by looking thru the pile of hard core  porno magazine littering the floor and bedside cupboard.

                Alf was undressing himself, slowly in no hurry, he seemed to  know, I was still his for the taking, no hint of apology for the  dirt or state of the place.

                'You're married aren't you' he said stating the obvious from  my rings on my left hand. I nodded my head.

                'I bet you're often a naughty girl, aren't you?' He was  correct, but he made me sound cheap. I still hadn't quite found  my voice again. The initial shock of his room had started to cool  my ardour, but now I warmed again, yes I was playing the slut, me  a respectable (don't laugh) wife. I was a thousand light years  away from the sort of man, I'd consider having an affair with,  but I was going to be so dirty and filthy with Alf, I just knew  it.

                'You must have been feeling naughty to-day coming out like  that, eh'?  

                In my faltering voice, coming back, I explained about Lydia,  my friend upstairs, her idea etc., Then I realised that I'd  dropped a real 'faux pas', He'd be after Lydia like a rabbit now  and he'd tell her about me, that wasn't too bright, Helena.

                I picked up one of the scattered porno magazines to change  the subject. I opened it to see an attractive woman of about my  age and build, with three young boys, I mean young, these were so  young they hardly  had any pubic hairs, a Man in his 40's was  showing the boys what to do; finally they were joined by a sweet  looking blonde girl of about 16/17. It was called family fun, or  something, it did cause me to think of my session with Simon and  his friend Dave and of course Claire. They were fucking; sucking  anal the lot.

                'I've got dirtier ones if you like that sort of thing'

                'Oh I like it dirty, but I prefer actions to just looking'

                'How, dirty do you like it?'

                I smiled at him 'Oh very dirty, when I'm in the mood'

                'I think you're too posh, to be dirty, really dirty, but  show me how dirty you can be, He looked around.

                'See that tissue, on the side',  I did,

                'pick it up'  he commanded me.

                It was an ordinary piece of rolled up tissue paper, but damp  and sticky and by the smell I knew what it was. He grinned, knowing I knew what it was

                'I did that earlier,  after I'd seen you flash your cunt at me, do something exciting  and dirty with it'.

                I opened the ball of damp paper, it was his spunk rolled up  inside it, but it had soaked fully into the paper. There really  was only one thing I could do (could you think of something  else?). I stuffed the spunky wad into my mouth, I chewed it for a  few moments, the taste was quite exciting, finally I swallowed it  down.

                He was naked now, I was impressed with the size of his cock,  he was swollen and large, not the largest cock, I'd taken, but  quite an amazing  weapon for his build and age. A full 9" of  manhood meat, covered with an impressive foreskin, that was still  over the head, even though he was virtually fully erect. I was  'into' foreskins at that time and his looked real sexy. This was  going to be a better session than I imagined.

                'Not so bad, how about something else, something dirty'

                I thought about that for a moment, all my baser sluttish  instincts were being aroused now, I was as fired up again as I  had been in the car park when he fingered me.

                Laying back on the bed, I drew my legs up and slowly inserted two fingers into my cunt, god I'd never, never felt myself so  wet, it was like hot jelly down there. I made a bit of an exhibition of myself for him, rubbing all that juice over my fanny,  just wetting everything there. I then slid both my wet fingers  into my rectum, they went in easy and I was very full at that  time.

                Sarah, I wanted to impress Alf, I wanted to excite him, so I  did what I've only ever done half a dozen times and for two other  men in my whole life, One being my Keith, the other your husband,  who taught me this, and I think you taught Keith. 

                Alf was standing beside me now, his hand on my knee, watching my movements, I pulled my fingers out, when I saw my fingers  my nerve almost failed. They were both well coated in my shit,  not smeared like before with Pete and Keith. But my arousal  prevailed and I placed those soiled digits to my lips and as  sexily as I could manage, pretending that were covered in honey  rather than shit, I drew then into my mouth.

                Instead of feeling at all nauseous, I got a sexual charge  from doing that act, I licked my fingers totally clean. Alf was  still grinning.

                'Nice, very nice, Oh lady are we going to have some fun to- day' so saying his cock which had been dancing in front of my  eyes brushed my cheek, I took hold of it.

                'Suck me' I didn't really need telling that was on my mind  anyway. His unwashed smell filled my nostrils, but it was an  aphrodisiac to me by then, with my fingers around the base I ran  my lips around that marvellous droopy foreskin, his cock stank of  sperm and urine, I shivered with delight and pushed his foreskin  back. His cock head was disgustingly filthy with yellow and white  flecks of spunk and cock cheese gather there, unwashed for days,  my mouth closed over the head devouring the sticky cream, the  rancid taste of the stale prick cheese assaulted my taste buds  and inflamed my lust deeper.

                I heard him groan in delight at my actions, and I slid his  penis as fully into my mouth as I could manage, deep to my tonsils.

                My tongue and lips worked eagerly on his penis delighting in  the tastes that flowed back across my sensitive taste buds and  then down my throat. Too long I have sucked upon soap washed  cocks, I thought to myself. I licked and sucked all over the  length and base of his cock, giving a good licking to his equally  smelly and dirty testicle sack.

                I returned to sucking his gorgeous length and was lost in my  own fantasy, when I felt the first dribble...PISS.. warm hot  salty urine.

                'YES, Oh yes Alf, give me your pee' I would have cried had  my mouth not been so full. Now you know me, Sarah, I'm not at all  adverse to spreading MY pee about, and when in the mood, I'll  take a shower over my body and the occasional gulp of the liquid,  it reflects my mood, in that I was already willing to drink every  drop of his pee down my throat.

                A second spurt filled my mouth, he pulled away and I let the  warm nectar slide down to my stomach.

                'You've drunk pee before?' he asked, holding his delicious  cock inches from my lips. He told me later, that I looked like a  child who'd just had her favourite lollipop taken from her. I  don't care if I was drooling.

                'Yes' I said, 'Come on, let it flow, I'll drink it all down'  I was almost pleading with him by then. But it felt deliciously  sluttish and naughty to be actually pleading with him to piss  over me.

                He let rip his urine stream, right into my open mouth. It  took me by surprise for half a second, but I gulped it down, It  was really hot and salty and he pissed for a long time, but I was  proud that hardly a drop escaped my lips. I'd seen you and some  of the other women drink a whole bladder load, without losing a  drop, and I'd tried it myself, unsuccessfully a couple of times,  but that day it was so easy.

                I should have realised that as he finished he'd 'cum', his  cock moved to my lips and two thick spurts landed on my tongue, a  trickle of spunk followed, it wasn't what I wanted, I need a good  shagging now, but I did have a mini-climax, you know the sort I  mean. 

                'You are a real kinky, dirty one, aren't you?' he seemed to  emphasis the 'dirty',

                'What else do you do Mrs.', 'what other dirty and kinky  things' his cock had gone semi-limp, not fully down. I had plenty  of time on my hands, and I knew I could stir him into full erection again and get my good shagging.

                I lay back on the bed, whilst he fondled my breasts and  slowly slid one or two fingers into my juice hole, keeping me on  the boil, so over the next quarter of an hour or maybe more, I  found myself telling him about some of our naughty parties, The  strip games, the exhibitionism; the swapping parties; the watersports.

                He asked if I went along with those games because it excited  me or because my husband/lover wanted me to play. I said that  these days I enjoyed them, although at first I'd been reluctant  to try some of the things Keith wanted. He asked me if I'd do  something that my lover wanted even if I felt uneasy about it. I  said truthfully that I had at times gone along with some things.

                He asked if I'd ever tried the S & M scene, bondage that  sort of stuff. I desperately wanted to please him and knowing and  having seen some of your antics in that area, I did let on that  perhaps I had tried it. I was cautious in that I didn't want to  admit to something that he'd then ask me to do and I couldn't do  it. Uppermost in my mind was that session I watched whether that  guy, Brian  was it?, who bound your breasts and ran half a dozen  long needles into each nipple. I was excited by watching, but I  could not take that myself. I found myself sorely tempted to tell  him that had been done to me, knowing that there was a chance  he'd ask to do it.

                He asked me if I'd done anything with dogs. I was on safer  grounds here, I knew pets were NOT allowed in this place, but had  he'd produced a hound, I'd have fucked it I was that aroused. But  I told him I hadn't, but I did tell him about Patsy and her two  Alsatians. His dick did become hard again at that. Naturally, he  wanted to know exactly what she did, so I told him. I also told  him about that challenge from Patsy to the other three of us at  that second party, You, Lydia and me. I didn't tell him that it  was Lydia, my friend upstairs who lost and who then with Patsy's  second dog, mirrored her every action, a suck of it's dong, a  fuck, another suck this time to completion.

                Naturally he wanted to know, everything about it all, how  attractive was Patsy and the other woman (Lydia)?  what did our  husbands think? so I explained that none of us was with our  husbands. If we'd played such a game again? so I explained that  we'd only played that challenge about 5 weeks earlier and it  would probably be another 3 or 4 months before we all got together again.  Mostly he wanted to know if it had been me, would I  have gone along with all of that? I told him that we'd all seen  Patsy in action with her dogs before and so we all knew EXACTLY  what we'd have to do and that we'd all agreed that we would do it  before the challenge started. I did confess to being extremely  sexually aroused as we three played out our elimination challenge  and that watching Lydia going through it was mind blowing.  Unfortunately in my revelations to him I started using our names  and must have mentioned Lydia's twice before I realised by his  facial expression that he now knew exactly who the woman with the  dog was.

                As this second 'faux pas' sunk in, he was telling me that he  had a friend with a dog that sometimes serviced his wife, only  she was an old hag. Would I like to come back in a week or so and  play with his mate's dog whilst they looked on, or should he  approach my friend Lydia upstairs?,  Naturally she'd want to know  who had dropped her in it.   His massive cock had now resumed  it's fullness and I had licked across the knob end as little  dribbles appeared.

                'I'll come and do it' I said it,  surprising myself, 'Providing you don't tell her'  

                'How do I know you'll turn up' he asked.

                'Phone him now, get him over here and I'd do it all, everything, when they turn up'.

                'No that's not possible, he's at work right now and I have  something else planned for you right now'

                My heart skipped, 'What do you have in mind'. Erotic visions  of being tied up an whipped crossed my mind.

                'What's the dirtiest, filthiest thing you have ever done' He  asked. At the same time and for the first time he pushed two  fingers into my anal hole, he kept his thumb rubbing on my clit.

                I thought for a moment, after-all I had told him most of my  innermost secrets. I shook my head 'I don't know, I think I've  told you most things'

                'Okay, so what do you understand by the term, champagne and  chocolates, I'm sure your party friends know, I'm sure that some  of them have experienced it, even if you haven't'?

                Sarah, for two or three seconds  I stupidly thought about  literally champagne wine and Dairy Milk chocolate and what we  could do with them, not that I could see him having any, then it  dawned on me, I must admit my mouth went agape as it struck me.  He saw the realisation in me, and grinned.

                I was taken aback, rather than shocked, after-all I had  never been propositioned in that way before, in our parties over  the past 6 years, Keith and I've met four or five people who've  hinted that they go further than pee drinking, males and females,  we've never talked about it, but I guessed what he/she was hinting at and the idea to me was nauseous.

                I was looking for something to say 'So now, I've drunk your  champagne you want me to' the words stuck in my throat.

                'Sample my chocolate' he finished off for me.

                'No, I couldn't' I said it automatically, instinctively. Yet something burned afresh in my libido and I knew that if I was ever going to do such a filthy act with anyone, this was the time and place. I almost retracted my words when he carried on.

                'Of course, you could, a sexy girl like you, by your own  admission you've tasted the shit from your own arse and the  rectums of others on fingers and cocks, in differing amounts;  you've tongued out a few arseholes, in your sexier moments, You  admitted that the tastes turned you on and excited you, this is just the next  step.'

                'Come on give it a go, just let me drop a  piece into your  lovely mouth,   Just a small lump say the size of your thumb,  just try it, ehh.'

                He made it sound so tempting and so sexy, My natural fear  was saying no way!, my sexual side was saying give it a go, you  can always stop if you don't like it.

                'OKAY', I'll try to do it, come on quickly before I lose my  nerve.

                Following his instructions, I lay flat, full length on the  bed with a pillow supporting my head. I was shaking like a leaf  with nervous anticipation now, so much so that I could hardly  keep my legs still. Alf squatted over my head, his balls resting  under my chin, his cock stabbing my breasts, his knees either  side of my body, legs across my shoulders, he bent forward and  started to lick me out, I groaned, it felt wonderful, my cunt was  dribbling my love juices, I was almost ashamed at how wet I was.  His licking helped me relax , suddenly I wanted to eat his shit, more than anything else at that moment, and I knew I was going to eat every piece he squeezed out.

                In response, I now started to lick at his balls and  licking my way up to his very dirty and hairy arse crack.  That  fabulous aroma and taste that had turned me on so well an hour  ago, now fired me up again.

                I ran my tongue around and into his arsehole, it was dirty,  dried shit hung on some of the wiry hairs around his hole, I  licked and sucked them, feeling my body tremble.  My tongue aggressively stabbed into his  anus, penetrating him, tasting him, rather tasting a morsel of what was to come, I wanted it now. I was about to say 'come on'  when I felt his hole start to expand.

                Then it started to emerge, I drew back abit. Slowly the  brown turd emerged till about four inches protruded, there was  virtually no smell which surprised me. It was a light brown with  streaks of darker shit, I could see half digested food particles  in it, a pea or bean. I ran my tongue across the tip, it was a  harder texture than I had anticipated, no swarms of foul taste  filled my mouth.

                Opening my mouth I closed my lips around it, rather like a  penis and started sucking, now the taste flowed into my mouth, it  wasn't at all bad. Watching me or sensing what I was doing Alf  let that lump fall off, and it was in my mouth. There I was a  thumb sized lump of his shit right in my mouth. for a moment I  didn't do anything, something inside me said 'oh! come on girl,  go for it', I bit into it, then chewed that piece, his shit taste exploded  around my mouth, it wasn't nauseous as I had feared, but by god  it was foul, rank and disgusting and huge orgasm welled up inside  me. It washed over my body in a huge shuddering tremble, that Alf recognised and made him laugh. I would have gasped at the intensity and utter pleasure of that orgasm, but my mouth was full,

                'That's what you've been waiting for all your life'   He said. It was only later and on reflection of these events, that I realised from about then onwards he had stopped licking at my swollen clit and fingering my cunt, but it didn't matter at all, the fact that I didn't notice that stimulation being taken from me, reflects the tremendous auto erotic stimulation that was now flooding my body. He watched, our eyes met as I eat his shit.  I felt like a child eating her first ice cream and him a proud parent, watching, loving. I wondered how many other women had done just this for him, I couldn't possibly be the first, but I wanted to be the best.

                By now a longer and larger lump had emerged and hung from  his arsehole, I swallowed my initial lump, now in pieces and  readily, no greedily, opened my mouth for this next turd. This was  softer, and the taste fuller, slight nausea rose for the first  time, but it was pushed back by the sexual lust firing inside me. I felt divinely wicked and wonderful, sexually as high as a kite,  climaxes shuddered through my body, not due to the administrations of his tongue on my clit and cunt, but because of the disgustingly sexy act I was doing and 'ENJOYING'.

                As more lumps of his shit emerged I swallowed down pieces  till he had no more to give me, I rolled the remaining pieces  around my mouth, till like melting ice cubes they dissolves on my  tongue and slithered down my throat. I remember thrusting my  tongue up inside his rectum trying to eat out more of his foul  turds, but there was none left.

                My body had been raked by climaxes, the like of which had  rippled through me one after another like nothing I'd felt before, I was drenched in sweat. Alf had disappointingly 'cum'  between my breasts.  As I finished he turned around facing me, and holding his  cock to my lips, knowingly I opened my mouth and he peed a stream  of hot urine into my mouth. His piss washed the remaining particles of shit down my throat, it was hot, salty and sexy.

                His piss finished, his cock was miraculously hard again,  this time he entered my cunt, bonking me with all the experiences  of his years and with a cock that truly filled me.  He took me  high again, but not as near as high as I had been as I eat that  first turd.

                An hour later, I drove out of the car park, bathed and  humming to myself. I had no idea of the time, but I must have  left Lydia's four hours earlier.

                Sarah, As I said that happened about 6 months ago, I know  you want to know about Alf's mate and his dog. Well I was honestly prepared to go along with that, but he told me that there was  no such friend with a dog, he'd only said that to get my reaction. Although he has said he is looking out for such a situation  for me. You will gather, correctly, that I have been back to see  him, and yes he has given me his own brand of 'champagne and chocolates' every time.  I found myself yearning to go back to him within 3 days of that  first meeting. Now we've settled into a twice a month meeting,  it's difficult, as you know Keith doesn't like me with other men  outside of the swappers parties, although I did as you suggested  and he now lets me go out in the evenings, knowing I'm meeting  with a Lover, but in return I 'perform' for him. Keith certainly  has no idea about Alf, his age nor his and my special kink.

                So now, I've done it with him about a dozen times, the  results aren't always as special as that first time, But as I  drive over there I get so turned on knowing what I'm going to do.  I've never had any real adverse effects, afterwards, a little  looseness in my movements for a couple of days, but like you I  drink gallons of liquid afterwards.

                I must admit that when I read your letter and 'Mark's Story'  and you also admitted that you'd eaten shit from men before, I  was relieved, I was beginning to think that I was the only woman  who got off on this act. But I could NOT do it with  Keith (or  even let him know), nor with any man I actually had an affair  with, a one-night stand yes!, a dominant Master, yes!.

                After that first time Alf cleaned himself up for my second  visit, washed shaved etc. I told him that wasn't what I wanted,  so now he plays his former self.  He has me arrive at the car park, ready for action as he calls it. He puts a plastic cone in front of a parking space and watches on the monitors, I have to get out, move it, drive in and get out again lock the car up. Oh Yes, I'm clad in high heeled boots or shoes, stockings and suspender or basque, nothing else. That's quite exciting, I have to walk to his flat the same way as I did that first day. The foyer is the worse part, as these days I go over in the evenings, arriving between 7 and 7.30pm, and there is far more people about, Yes I've been seen and I LOVE that. I ring his door bell and sometimes he deliberately makes me wait there, even someone passing by outside could see me in all my glory, if they looked up at the right moment. With all that and thinking about what I'm going to do, and I'm gushing wet.

                His love making is fantastic, he will normally only 'cum off' twice in an evening, but his staying power is phenomenal.