So, last time I mentioned that the night I agreed to become Paul and Johns sub whore Paul had done some dirty things to me for the first time and that the sex that night had been the best at that time. Before I go into detail remember this is the early 1980`s, it was still a case of Blue cine films and VHS tapes not like todays internet where everything is available to watch, so what seemed kinky then might not seem so kinky today. Anyway, nothing was to be off limits and Paul licked my arse hole and then made me lick his while I wanked him, when he started to fuck me he stopped and said he was going to piss up my cunt...well he did but it wasnt very sucessful that time but as I say the die was cast for my future.

Over the next few months Paul and John taught me a lot of new things, we got into bondage, normally me being tied up so they had total access without any chance of me putting a stop to things....that was nice in itself being helpless like that and being pleasured. Thre was lots of fucking and buggering, pissing, we even invested in plastic sheets to go on the floor. In short nothing but nothing was off the table....yes we used that a few time too. My solo visits to Pauls flat normally involved at least one extra cock, John loved me being as descriptive as I could be when I got home. On one visit Paul suggested a club but it meant travelling to a city and an overnight stay. Arrangements were made and Mum and Dad came and babysat for the weekend while John and I had some "time together". Well we couldn`t really say that Paul would join us and I would spend the weekend on my back!

So we set off, collected Paul on the way and arrived at the hotel around 3pm. Paul stayed in the car until John and I were checked in, John went downstairs on the pretext of getting something from the car and told Paul which room and how to get there, then returned to the room. 10 mins later a knock on the door and Paul came in, he had walked straight past reception as if he owned the place. A mobile phone would have been so much easier but Travel lodge or Premier inn were not around in those days. Anyway, we set off for the club around 8pm walking out of the lift as if John had jumped in at another floor, to be honest reception didnt even glance our way but all this skull duggery added to the excitement I think. The club was only a 10 min walk away (even in my high heels), first mistake, the club was almost empty apparently 9ish was the norm and by 11pm the place was really full. I dont really know what I had expected back then, I think a good mix of people, men and women, not really sure what Paul and John had expected either but being the first cunt in the place I was flavour of the month for the first hour and a bit and got chatting with several guys and two in particular. Just before 10pm it was suggested that the 5 of us find a room before the expected rush, we went through to the back and up some stairs, none of the rooms were big enough to swing a cat but we settled on one that had a large bed. After the usual banter I was on the bed being fucked by the two guys while John and Paul looked on and encouraged these guys to give me a good fucking. Well, they fucked me, in all honesty I cant remember that much about it their performance wasnt earth shattering or I would have remembered more. Once one had spunked up me he left the room and the other guy got to work, another guy came into the room and so started a bit of a conveyer system. After 4 or 5 (told you nothing was memorable) guys I was ready for another drink and Paul and John took me downstairs in just my knickers. The place was busy now, one or two other women in their underwear or one was naked. Paul got the drinks and a group of guys made room for us on their table, it wasnt long befor they were helping themselves to my tits, I think they thought it was working me up by the damp patch in my knickers little did they know it was the spunk seeping out. After an hour I went back upstairs with these 3 guys, found a room and let them unload their balls into me. Paul and John had reappeared at the door at some stage having had their own fun in another room. Having had 7 or 8 cocks I was ready to call it a night, pulled my soaked knickers back on and went to the other room to find my clothes, another woman had just finished her time on the bed and was being escorted out by 2 guys. I didn`t see the black guy behind the door but he saw me, grabbed my tits and pushed me towards the bed. He did ask, and I just thought what the hell, 7/8 or 8/9 whats the difference, so I said he could if he was quick. Paul came to find me thinking I was taking a long time getting my clothes and this black cock was rocking back and forth in my cunt....actually it was very nice the best that night so carry on I thought. Paul just laughed at me and said that John needed to see this and went to fetch him while I explained that John was my husband and Paul my .....well, lover, master, whatever you want to call him.

John and Paul came into the room and this guy told them to shut the door so we would not be disturbed, now this was quite a turnaround. Up until now Paul and John had been the ones giving the orders but this black guy had assumed control and I was sucking Pauls cock, which smelt and tasted of cunt juice and spunk while John was told to rub my clit while this guy was taking me doggy. I had an orgasm, not really sure why, his cock was nice in my cunt but I was so well lubricated and stretched at this point it could have been a 6 inch pipe in there, think it was the whole situation, I knew John was loving this unfold in front of his eyes, Paul was stiff as a poker, it all came together I think and I just gave in to it. Before I could come down from the high had esaed his cock out of my pulsating cunt and was pushing on my arse hole, John was told to pull my arse cheeks open and he pushed into my arse, he was bigger than he had felt in my cunt but he was gentle and we ended up with John feeling his cock in my arse from inside my cunt while Paul kept my arse cheeks apart. When he was ready he made me suck his black cock now tasting of cunt and spunk and something else. I swallowed it down, then it was time to leave and we went back to the hotel.

Over the next 15 years or so I must have fucked at least 300 different cocks....yes I should not be boasting about the number but it was over 15 or more years and I had no say who or when or where all that was down to Paul and John, sometime it would be single cocks but for the most part 2 or 3 extra cocks plus Paul and John of course. When Paul retired he moved away from the area to live with his daughter, to be fair his health had got worse over the years and he was no longer getting hard himself so it was a good move from his point of view. John and I took a few months off as it were, the children were now off ourhands we had the house to ourselves but Pauls departure had left a big hole in our lives more than we had expected I think. The internet had arrived and what had once been taboo was now quite commonplace, contact mags had been replaced by sites like SH and frankly everything was on offer to try although to be fair there was not much we hadnt done. One day we were in the garden I was topless and John looked over at me said something about the good times and we both knew it was time to start fucking around again.