Back in the 70's, Mary Millington was, and probably still is, the UK's most famous hard/softcore porn star and has appeared in numerous X rated movies during those years. The above is a rare piece of British sex memorabilia advertising her sex shops she ran along with her sister, Doreen. Wish I'd made the effort to go and have a look around. Might have got myself one really cool autograph.
2: Anal Annie and Her Amazing Anus. "THE LUBE, MR BAXTER," yelped Annie in alarm, "USE MORE LUBE!!" The young woman grabbed the white pillow at each end, scrunched it up, and buried her grimacing face into it as she felt the man wriggling around above and behind her searching for the plastic bottle of green goo. Good grief. This is ridiculous. That thing was never going to fit inside her bum no matter how hard they both tried to force it in. Her client's equipment certainly gave "taking a fat cock up the old poopsie" a whole new meaning. Annie winced as she felt his stubby erection flop out from her widely stretched outer ring with an audible "POP" that made her gasp and giggle in equal measure. He had managed to penetrate her only an inch at most as her rubbery sphincter held firm. She twisted her head and looked over her shoulder as the rather rotund gentleman staggered around the motel room looking like a drunken marshmallow. "Mr. Baxter," she sighed, "It's over THERE." She pointed to the wash basin hanging lopsided from the far wall under a stained mirror that could probably tell a tale or two. The room was as basic as they came with very little in the way of creature comforts. No wonder it was cheap. Turning over on the bed, she gave a surprised squeak as she eased her sore backside back down onto the mattress. God. Her poor bottom throbbed painfully in more ways than one. First, because of her well strapped and spanked cheeks and, second, because of their frustrating attempts to bugger her bumhole. Mr. Baxter returned looking slightly frazzled as he stood next to the bed giving the bottle of lube another shake. The man was in his early fifties and had obviously "made merry with the pies and sherry" over the years. He was wheezing like an old steam train as he stood there in his black socks and nothing else. "Sorry," he muttered as he ran his hand through his thinning gray hair, "Are you alright?" he asked concerned. He grabbed his stiff pecker and gave it a shake, "This thing has always been a pain in the arse. No pun intended. My late wife used to slap me silly whenever I tried it on with her. "God gave me one hole and one hole only for that sort of thing!" she always used to tell me. You should have seen her face on our wedding night when I dropped my underpants and showed it to her for the first time. I'm still surprised she didn't run to her mothers screaming blue bloody murder," he sighed, looking crestfallen at the memory. Annie smiled and tried not to laugh. She felt kind of sorry for him as he was a decent bloke by all accounts. She scooted to the bottom of the bed and took his six-inch penis from him. "Listen, Stanley," she said, looking up at him as he stood before her twiddling his thumbs, "I don't mind getting shagged up my arsehole, okay?" She waggled his member back and forth with her fingers nowhere near encompassing his comical girth, "But this thing. This thing is as fat as it is long. It's like trying to push a can of Tizer up my bum. I think I can take it but you just need to be careful and take your time. And use MORE LUBE for Christ sake!!" *
From the Author"This is a complete rewrite of a story I wrote over 20 years ago when I first tried my hand at writing erotic spanking fiction. It was originally posted on the soc.sexuality.spanking and ABPES newsgroups as well as on my first blog called Spankorama. When that site got deleted, it had reached about 4 million hits and this story, along with one called Coal Miners Wife, had over a million page reads over the years. Some of you may remember those days. A couple of weeks ago, I went back into my archive and checked them out and it was pretty obvious how basic and poor my writing was back then. The original idea still works IMHO and this is my attempt at making this series of spanking stories so much better. Hope you enjoy them."
1: Bottoms for Hire. Thirty-two Winchester Road sat just off the main bypass heading into the West End of London where small businesses and retailers of all shapes and sizes went about their trade. Today was the 20th of November and a steady drizzle fell from leaden skies as the huddled masses of the grand old city went about their daily routines. Inside number thirty-two, the man and his new client walked into and looked around the empty first-floor room. The woman turned to the Estate Agent who was fiddling nervously with his clipboard making sure he had all the correct documents to hand. "All right," she said after a moments pause, " I'll take it." The bespectacled man smiled with relief and held out a pen. "Sign here please," he asked her, pointing to where she needed to write her signature to secure the lease. Once signed, they both turned to leave. When she got to the door, she stopped and turned to look back into the room which was to become her own personal office. A quiet sense of satisfaction flooded through her. She had finally done it. She was on her way. Molly Malone's Spanking Agency was in business. *
For some reason, the final session of the week with all four of us together was to take place at my bungalow; which wasn't the original plan at all. But, well, things, you know, kind of just ended up happening this way. The distractions of the day had passed and the evening belonged to just our little gang of insatiable sexpots.
We had arranged to meet up at six as I had work to finish up and other routine chores to sort out before we got down to the fun stuff.
Angie arrived first with a bottle of her best bubbly. Ruth was second with a freshly baked apple and cherry pie. Finally, there was Sharon, who smuggled in her bad girl's box of naughty sex toys. We were, as Barney Rubble would say, ready to rock and roll.
Now, this movie caused a fuss back in the late 70's. Back then, hardcore pornography was completely banned in the UK where even licensed sex shops were only able to sell slightly more explicit versions of adult movies that were available to rent in your local high street video store. Pretty Peaches had a scene where Desiree Cousteau is given an enema in the ladies washroom that wasn't cut or censored at all. No idea why because nothing is left to the imagination and is very explicit. Not that I complained back then.
I used to work with a bloke who hired this out over a weekend and sat down to watch it with his wife thinking it was all a bit of silly softcore fun for them both to enjoy. As he told me years later, he nearly fell out of his chair when this scene came on and his lovely wife screamed and fled the room in shock. He swears it's true.
The movie is good fun and the hardcore version has that daft seventies vibe which is helped by having the delectable Miss C as its star.
Angie lay on her bed watching as I got dressed. It had gone ten and I was getting ready to head home and get some much-needed rest.
"What?" I smiled as I looked at her lying there with her chin resting in her hands.
"Oh, nothing," she replied happily, "It's not every day I can say I watched a man putting his clothes back on in my bedroom. Least not for a few years anyway."
I shrugged, feeling slightly self-conscious under her gaze. We had spent the past five hours together doing things to each other that came naturally with no inhibitions or hesitation. All because of our basic desire to have sex and explore the limits of our own personal fantasies. Having sex with Angie was more than just about us fucking. It had been about coming to terms with who we were and recognizing the reasons why we were that way.
Angie wanted more than just sex. She wanted to be challenged and stimulated which would then feed into her sexual nature and push her emotional reactions to new levels of desire. She wanted to know why certain things turned her on and other things didn't. Plain and simple. She was way more complex and thoughtful about these kinds of things than the other two women in our little group.
The sex that resulted from this was absolutely mind blowing.
Autumn had settled in. Nature was preparing for hibernation and the landscape was cast in strewn shades of burnished copper. The air was crisp this morning as I walked along a gravel path that wound its way through the nearby woods. I stood for a moment and breathed deeply of its freshness as I thought back on the previous forty-eight hours that had changed my life beyond measure.
It felt like I had shed a second skin and had emerged into a whole new world. A world that was dominated by the three women who were now part of my life. Angie, Sharon, and Ruth had become much more than friends and neighbors to me now. That they had welcomed and trusted me into their circle was something I would never be able to thank them enough for.
To think I had recently been worried about finding someone special to be with. A girlfriend my own age who shared common interests. Someone to experience life with and all the hopes and dreams that came with it. I smiled at that. I was living those hopes and dreams right now. For the moment, everything was perfect.
Overhead, the forest canopy gently swayed in the breeze as I made my way to where I was going.