Brirish English spelling and grammar.
If you've read any of my other stories, and don't like abrupt endings, move on - nothing to see here. It ends exactly where it's supposed to - use your imagination.
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I would never do that!
"I thought I'd find you here Jason. Fancy another pint?"
I looked up at a vision in tight jeans and T-shirt, no bra.
"Thanks Irene, I'll have a 6X."
I watched the sway of her bottom as she went to the bar. Guys stepped aside and made room for her, ogling her arse and the shape of her nipples pushing through the cotton. My girlfriend, Michelle, was out that night. Irene is her sister and equally beautiful. They're both petite, and rarely wear bras. Irene returned to the table with a fresh pint for me, plus a white wine for herself.
"I need to talk to you. About sex." she said.
"I can hardly wait!"
"You know how sisters confide in each other about their love lives, so don't be alarmed if I know more than you thought in some areas, ok?"
"I'll try not to be alarmed."
"First, is it true you'd like to take a movie of Michelle with another man; ideally a black man?"
"It is."
"But she's refusing."
"She is; says the idea is disgusting. Michelle seems unwilling to differentiate between love and sex. Says I'm some sort of weirdo, and she would never do that. And she, quote - 'couldn't bear to see those big black lips coming towards mine!' - unquote."
"Well, first off, there's nothing weird about it at all. My husband Eddie is black, as you know, and has watched me with white men, and other black guys. He's taken movies, and often joins in the fun. Michelle knows all about our lifestyle and has never suggested it's disgusting. Far from it; she's always been fascinated by it. Furthermore, she's talking bullshit; she would do that, and has already come damn close in the past. So, I might just be able to help you with your quest."
"I'm all ears."
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Michelle and Irene come from Jewish stock. Their father is Polish and settled in England after the war. He never talks about it, but has very strong feelings about tattoos. He always wears long sleeves, so I suspect he has his own from a concentration camp. He married an English woman who converted to Judaism. The two girls and their brother still go to their parents' house every Saturday morning. If they can't attend, they must at least telephone and wish him 'Dobry Sabat'. Religion doesn't bother me one way or the other, but I don't eat pork when I'm out with Michelle, as a kind of solidarity. Neither do I have any in the house, so there's more acceptable choice when I do the cooking. Though I draw the line at wearing a Star of David.
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"Tell me." she continued, "What do you know about our parents, and me marrying Eddie."
"Your father refused to go to the wedding because he didn't approve of you marrying a black man. He only warmed to the whole thing after Jade was born."
"That's the truth, but not all of it. It was about photos. You know when Eddie and I were first going out Michelle had a boyfriend called Vince?"
"Yeah, she told me."
"Did she tell you he was a mate of Eddie's, and black?
"No, she never mentioned it. That's a surprise!"
"The thing is, our father would have been mortified if he'd known we were hanging out with 'murzyn' as he calls them. So, both relationships were kept under wraps."
"Ah, but you got found out."
"Yes. One weekend, we four went to Bournemouth, for some fun where nobody knew us. After a few beers, we decided the pubs were a bit expensive. So, we bought a cheap bottle of brandy and all went back to the B and B. We took it to our room and started drinking it out of two toothbrush glasses."
"Sophisticated." I smiled.
"It started as a game, but almost turned into an orgy. We began with spin the bottle and shots. But it soon it was suggested we do stripping forfeits."
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"How about this?" suggested Vince. "I sit opposite Irene and spin the bottle; the neck ends up pointing at her, with the base towards me. But the forfeit is not just her taking off an item of clothing. I get to take it off her. Much more fun! Then it's her turn to spin."
He looked at Eddie.
"It means I'd be groping your girl mate."
He looked at the girls,
"Anybody object? We guys will lose the spin too."
With everyone in agreement, Vince produced a camera.
"Just one thing though. We boys are wearing four items: Shirt, shorts and pants, and sandals count as one. But you girls have one more -- a bra. I think we should start even."
Irene and Michelle looked at each other. The alcohol had turned their faces pink, and lowered their inhibitions. They stood up, grinning, and both kicked off their sandals. The boys groaned.
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"I won't give you a blow-by-blow account of how it progressed."
('What a pity!' I thought.)
"But there was some heavy duty groping from all four of us. Once we were all naked, Vince took photos of the final forfeits. Not hard-core porn, or Boots would never have processed them. But there was one of me facing the camera with my Eddie behind me, holding my breasts. It looked like I was wearing one of those joke bikini tops. You could just make out the top of my pubes. To be honest, I always thought that one was quite classy. There was another shot with my back to camera. I was kissing Eddie and he had his hands on my bottom."
"Tasteful!"
"We took similar ones of Vince and Michelle but then she asked for the same photos again, of her and Eddie, and me and Vince. Your 'I would never do that' girlfriend has already posed with black men, albeit fairly soft-core and has shown she's not averse to the concept of swapping."
"She volunteered to kiss and grope your Eddie?"
"Yes. And she loved it; he did too of course. I think most men fantasize about their girlfriend's sister, don't they?"
"Perhaps I had better not answer that!"
Irene grinned.
"Then she insisted I take one last picture. Her in between the two guys: each with a hand on one of her breasts, while she gripped their dicks. That photo doesn't show her hands, but it's pretty clear where they are."
