Glamorous

Glamorous

Glamorous

1. Marbella

2. From Torremolinos to Churriana

3. Ben the Baker

4. After the Fashion Show

5. The Bronx

6. You are never too old to Learn

7. Peter from Poona

8. Rule Britannia

9. Sports and pastimes

10. The Constant Nymph

11. Ben rises to the Occasion



 

    

Peter From Poona


'Is that why you went, for promiscuous sex?'
'No, Xaviera,' Peter rebuked me. 'It was a decision I made after the breakup of my marriage. Let me tell you what happened.
'My wife left me after six years during which I was practically totally faithful. I guess she left because my laziness eventually got on her nerves.'
'What about the brunettes?' I asked.'

'Well, yes, I used to flirt like mad, but, as I said, I didn't actually cheat with any other woman. However, while I was taking life easy, my wife went and fell in love with an energetic and highly successful Spanish lawyer. I still see her sometimes but her life style has certainly changed. Talk about from rags to riches! She used to be such a natural persian boy, never wore make-up or fancy clothes, but was content, living the primitive life up in the mountains, doing her daily yoga exercises . Now, she is so sophisticated, eating in the fanciest restaurants, gambling at the casino. You would not think it could be the same woman.'

'And is she happy with this new the simple life.'
'Yes, Xaviera, she seems to be doing fine,' Peter answered. His voice was tinged with regret. Then, he added, 'God, how I loved that woman!'
'And still do,' I remarked.
'And how do you know that?' Peter shook himself out of the reverie into which he had fallen, recollecting his lost happiness.

'It's written all over your face. But you should not be bitter. Surely, if you love her, you will want her to be happy?'
'That's one of the things I learned at Poona,' Peter replied. 'And the experience convinced me that I had to change my life. Cut out the drink and find some purpose in living. That is why I went to Poona.'
'So what did you do there?'

'All sorts of things to heighten my awareness. But the most important was the way we were trained in our relations with other human beings.

'One day, I was with a group, sitting in a large, bare room around one of your masters. We sat, lotus position, on the floor, unmindful of our aching backs, silent and motionless. Then the master picked me out and ordered me to sit in the middle of the circle. He told me to select a woman from the other students, somebody of a type which I did not find physically attractive. I had no idea what was in store for me, and I chose a heavy, German blonde in her mid twenties with diamonds, podgy face. Then the master told me to pick another woman, also somebody very different from my usual taste. So I took a big, impassive looking, black woman. Not unattractive, but I have never felt life fucking a black girl: they simply do not appeal to me. The three of us had to sit, very close to each other with out eyes closed, and stroke and fondle each other's bodies.

'It was a curious sensation. At first, I was conscious of the German girl's layers of fat which revolted me, but then I became aware of the softness and smoothness of her skin. The black girl's thighs rubbed against mine, and I could feel the difference in her skin texture, tauter, harder, a trifle rougher but without a trace of a wrinkle. "Now move master instructed us. By the way, did I mention that we were all naked?'

'I had assumed that,' I replied, amused.
'I eased my finger tips over the black girl's slight breasts, caressing her tiny nipples and then moved down to her finely molded ass while, with my other hand, I rippled the folds of the German girl's creamy fleas. All the time, I could feel their hands, seeking out my body ben the baker, inquisitive yet tender. "Now, open your eyes," we were commanded.

'There was subdued, Indian music in the background, and the room was dimly lit. The extraordinary thing was, when we gazed at each other, the serenity on our faces and those of everybody in the room. People were kissing and fondling each other, and sex seemed the most natural thing in the world without a trace of guilt, shame, or self-consciousness. I found that I had a massive erection, and the black girl leaned forward, and closed her beautiful, full lips around the tip of my cock, while the German girl lowered her body over mine, so that her great, lush breasts were offered to my mouth. She engulfed me and I had to fight against a feeling of helplessness, but then, holding her body as if it were a precious thing, I was able to suck her swollen nipples. She moaned softly, and the other girl took her moth away from my cock, which she now softly stroked with her fingers, while she sought out the German girl's clitoris with her tongue.

'I have never liked oral sex, but the sight of the calm pleasure that the two of them gave each affected me deeply and I had to participate. I buried my head deep between the black girl's thighs and took her strikingly pink clitoris in my mouth.

'At the end of this daisy chain, the German took over my cock and finally sucked me off, while her partner sat on my face, drenching me with her strong smelling, tangy juices. All three off us were perspiring and we drank in the smell and taste of each other's bodies. In an ecstasy, I came in the blonde's face and she lapped up every drop of my sperm. A short time later, when I had recovered somewhat, we were told to get into a fucking position, and I enjoyed a second, superb vaginal orgasm with the German riding me while I clutched her hips and the black girl continued on my face.'

'Sounds great!' I mused. I feel horny, just hearing about it.'
Peter stroked my hair and said softly, 'Maybe if we had not become such firm friends over the years, Xaviera, we might have had a wonderful time together. When I see how loving is your relationship with your young friend, Franny, I feel moved and want to be part of it.'

I gave way to a sudden urge to kiss Peter, and out lips met for what seemed an eternity, in a passionate embrace. His sensuous tongue savored the sweetness of my mouth; and I thrust my own against his strong, white teeth and on into the depths of his own mouth. That kiss was as fulfilling as an types of orgasm. I closed my eyes in bliss.

'Look at me, Xaviera,' Peter said quietly. 'Look at my face in the moonlight and then look at the start.'
He held my face in his hands, and I gazed at his green eyes and the golden beard, which wreathed his angelic face, I the silvery light of the full moon. I stroked the bulge in his pants, and we lay back, next to each other, enjoying the knowledge of each other's body.

I never had the urge to go to Poona. I found that I could appreciate the joy of touching, the true knowledge of a body, without having to attend classes or sessions with any guru. As for Peter, we never made love in the accepted sense, but that night, we both delighted in mental orgasms.



12. The Magician

13. Say it with Diamonds

14. The simple life

15. Forced to Fast

16. The Persian Boy

17. Penthouse Pet

18. The road to Morocco

19. Have you anything to Declare?

20. Men of War

21. Fiesta in Ojen

22. Highway Robbery