Chapter 1

Dell and James – They Screw Up – I Get Screwed

The Christmas jaunt scared me a little. Let me rephrase that; the Christmas jaunt scared me a lot!

Am I a natural whore? A slut?

Why did I simply bank the money and not think of the moral implications for days?

I was with one of my older pupils and he made a slightly suggestive remark about me in the context of discussing a book he was reading – let us just say that the book was inappropriate for his age and definitely not part of his literature reading list and had been filmed for TV (Belle de Jour). Although the remark was made innocently, it was something that alerted my professional warning flags and related to and reflected on my recent behaviour. Momentarily I felt like a ship; broken free of its anchor! It made me feel a little dirty but shockingly, I felt good about feeling dirty!

I told myself that I had gone to Cardiff for fun and adventure, this was true! I told myself that I wasn’t ashamed of my activities and again, this was true!

I was, however, slightly uncomfortable with my acceptance of the absence of limits on my behaviour with men (and a few women).since my divorce.

I didn’t know it then but Carl would take me into even lower strata.

My fleeting feelings of self-doubt lasted less than 24 hours!

I had a call from Dell and James. ( see my earlier blogs)

They were black, a few years younger than me and knew exactly which buttons to press to turn me to mush.

A friend of theirs had rented to them for the weekend; a little cottage in a sweet village and, as it was winter, at a tiny rental. Would I join them for the weekend? I said “yes!” and from my arrival on Friday night until my return home in the early hours of Monday morning they explored my every orifice repeatedly, together and separately. I slept a little and ate from time to time but mostly had sex, I felt exquisitely joyous with their delicious combined anal/vaginal plugging with a brief five second pause as they swapped positions. When they asked me back for more of the same in just two weeks, I agreed without reservation.

And again!

And again!

And again!

Easter 2014! They wanted me to stay the week and I simply had to find out if they could do to me for a whole week, what they did for a weekend. If not there was plenty of sight seeing to do once they ran out of steam.

They didn’t run out of steam but our week of relay sex was unexpectedly cut short.

I was aroused on Friday morning by lips and hands running riot over my flesh and found myself manoeuvred onto my knees with my head gripped by Dell’s thighs as I took his penis deep into my mouth while behind me James was inching deeper into my anus. Dell’s thighs clamped over my ears meant I heard little of the opening salvoes in the shouting match. The fact that they both maintained their penetration of me while they were engaging in a verbal battle over my naked body served to extend my lack of awareness for several minutes.

“ ... this white bitch!” slipped past Dell’s thigh ‘ear muffs’ and I became aware of a great din around me.

There was a slight delay as Dell tightened his grip on my head and Dell continued to push himself way into my derriere but I finally managed to wriggle free to find a third very large and angry young black man shouting about “money”, “stealing”, “lies”,”betrayed by friends”, “rental agreements” etc.

Once free of the two penises, I sought my clothing while I was still buried under the duvet. I grabbed my blouse and skirt from a chair next to the bed but could not see my underwear. I struggled into these and emerged out of breath and totally bewildered as to what was happening.

My questions went unanswered as the three shouted unceasingly at one another ... Gradually, I pieced together the components of the dispute. - the new guy was Carl and he had rented the cottage to Dell and James. The rental was based on occupancy and Dell’s

The shouting continued unabated and I decided I would try and slip out and leave them to it. As I tried to slip unobtrusively from the bed, Carl turned and his mobile snapped my breasts in partly fastened blouse and exposed pussy with bunched up skirt.

Mistake one (there were probably a number of others thinking about it with the benefit of hindsight.) I paused.

Carl now turned to them saying that they had broken the rental agreement and that their bond was forfeit as a result.

Mistake two: I said “What bond?”

Carl said that the rental agreement included provision for a bond of £2000 in case of damage, failure to keep the cottage clean or behaviour which could compromise the owners.

Instead of walking out of the bedroom and leaving the guys to argue the case between themselves, I made mistake number three. I joined the argument.