Chapter 1

 

I couldn't believe it when she asked me to be her husband. She had everything: beauty, a magnificent, athletic body and to top all that, she was fabulously wealthy, whereas I was a newly graduated young lawyer, just starting out my career with a prestigious firm in Brisbane, the capital of Queensland in Australia.

I met her at one of the firm's social gatherings for its most important clients and as she was the same age as me (twenty-three) and was definitely the most beautiful woman there, I made a beeline for her and to my surprise, she seemed to cotton-on to me and snaffled me for the whole party, despite the senior partners' attempts to have her mix with their more senior professional staff.

She even invited me back to her home afterwards and there I discovered she had recently inherited this enormous mansion set in a huge and beautiful garden (and, as I later discovered, an astronomical fortune to go with it). She decided I would accompany her in her current model Rolls-Royce while her chauffeur, a tall and clearly very muscular black man named Joel would follow in my little car.

I was smitten already. This magnificent creature was actually interested in me! Alright, without wishing to seem immodest, I am good-looking and as I had practised gymnastics all my life and had competed in athletics, tennis and swimming, I had a good body, too, but I had come from a very middle-class background and while I had hoped to make my number in the practice of law, I was still just the most junior associate with the firm...

Perhaps I should introduce myself: my name is Julius Marshall and I had been born on the Gold Coast. My father had his own IGA store and had done pretty well out of it and he had financed my law degree from Griffith University.

I had graduated with an honours degree and thought my career was on the right track when I was accepted by the firm for it was one of Brisbane's leading law firms and a career with them would set the seal on my future prosperity, as long as I played my cards right, kept my nose clean and worked hard, all of which I had determined to do.

Sonja is the same height as me, (176 cm or 5'9"), which is tall for a woman but it matched her magnificent build perfectly and as we talked, both at the party and later at her home, it came out she too had practised gymnastics all her life, but in her case, shunned the usual female events and had trained in the male styles including horizontal and parallel bars, vaulting horses and boxes and the roman rings.

I was agog at this. I had never heard of women indulging in those disciplines which are very taxing on the muscles but now, as I stared at her in admiration, I knew exactly where that fabulous body had come from. I asked her where she had trained and she had smiled in her imperious way and then told me:

"My father brought me up, Julius and he indulged me, I'm afraid. When I showed an interest in and some ability at gymnastics, he had a private gymnasium built on to the side of the house. Come, I will show you..."

We rose from the chairs in the magnificent drawing room and she led the way through the enormous house with its high ceilings and splendidly decorated rooms to her gym.

What a set-up, I thought as my eyes travelled over the array of gymnastics equipment installed there. The annexe had been finished in glass, like the Crystal Palace in London during Queen Victoria's reign, and its height ran the full two storeys of the house.

"Would you like to see me perform, Julius?" she asked and I wondered at the gleam in her eyes as she spoke the words. But I nodded vigorously. I desperately wanted to see her stripped to the gymnast's leotards but I was to be even more surprised - no, shocked would be the better word for at my nod and enthusiastic agreement that I would love to see her perform, she spoke into a sort of brooch she wore on her dress, saying just two words: "Joel. Gym."

He was there in under a minute and to my shock, was now totally naked, showing off a body as good as I have ever seen on a man - and as a dedicated gymnast myself, I have seen the best. But Joel's body was better. His black skin gleamed with good health. His muscular shape and definition was better than anything I had seen anywhere and he was incredibly handsome, to boot.

Although I have never been interested in men as sexual objects, I couldn't help but stare at his genital organs. They were huge by any standards, his penis easily twenty-five centimetres long and as thick as woman's wrist while his testicles were as big as duck eggs and hung well under the root of his penis.

He strode straight up to Sonja and then stood stiffly to attention, giving her a formal court bow in acknowledgement of her summons. In case you are not familiar with a court bow, it requires the body to be stiffly erect with the hands beside it and you then bow the head only, hold it for two seconds and return it upright, staring straight at the person to whom it is being delivered.

He was clearly the servant but she smiled lightly at him and I knew he was more than that to her. "I am going to show off my skills as a gymnast to Mr Marshall, Joel. Please assist me..."

"Yes, ma'am," he said very formally and I was puzzled. Here he was, stark naked (and now that I looked more closely at him, noted that his underarms and groin, not to mention the rest of his incredible body, was naked of all body hair, as indeed was his face) and yet very obviously her servant.

What was going on, I wondered, but he then moved up to her and helped her to undress, which she did quite unselfconsciously, not at all concerned that she was stripping naked before her male servant and someone else she had only just met.

But when she was at last totally naked, I marvelled yet again at her superb body. Clothed, as she had been in a form-fitting silk dress that had showed it off beautifully, she had looked superb but now that she stood stark naked beside her chauffeur, I felt weak at the knees as I beheld the perfection now standing before me, a quizzical smile on her face and clearly very cognizant that she was arousing me to extraordinary heights of lust for her.

I did eventually note that her body was as nude as her chauffeur's, even her pubes quite clean and smooth and showing off the narrow slit (and nothing else) of her sexual organs.

But then, having performed a little pirouette that displayed it totally to me, she danced over to the horizontal bar, followed by her huge chauffeur, leapt up to it and now performed a series of manoeuvres that told me she was Olympic class, no less and I wondered who her trainer was.

A similar performance on the parallel bars, again with Joel acting as her back-up - and then I realised. It was him! He had to be her trainer and only acted as her chauffeur on the side. After another display on the roman rings and then a last one on the pommel horse - and that one as good as any of our own Australian gymnasts, I knew - that showed off her beauty, strength, skill and the sheer sexiness of her so naked body, and she leapt off it to stand right in front of me, her eyes looking me up and down and her face still wearing that same quizzical smile.

"Well?" she said. "How about you? Care to show me what you can do, Julius?"

I blushed. I was a good gymnast, but that was all. She was top-class and I hesitated to show myself up before her. And then, I knew she would expect me to perform as naked as she and Joel now were. I had never ever done that. Hell, I doubt anyone else in the country had! But she was watching me carefully. Assessing me - for something ... what it was I had no idea but I knew it was important.

And so, for answer, I stripped myself of the suit, tie, shirt and all the rest of my clothes until I stood up as naked as she and Joel and while I am not nearly as spectacularly built as him, I knew my body was well-toned at least.

She seemed to think so, too, for she now stepped up to me and quite unashamedly reached out to feel my muscles, stroke my skin and even to cup my balls in her hand. My blush deepened but Joel kept a perfectly straight face, as if such an inspection of a visitor (and a brand new one at that) by his mistress was as normal as apple pie.

She nodded then and gestured to the high bar, on which she had just so competently performed. I ran over to it, now glad to be away from her so personal inspection of my body and went into my routine.

I don't think it was a patch on hers but when I jumped down, she seemed pleased and congratulated me on it. But then she announced to Joel that I would be staying the night and he could collect our two sets of clothes and deliver them to her maid.

She didn't bother inviting me or even informing me of her decision but I would have been powerless to refuse, even if she had. I was already smitten, as you have no doubt gathered.

And so now we all moved out of the gym, quite careless that the three of us were still stark naked and that we would no doubt run into one or more of her many servants. We did, but neither her butler, Jarvis, whom we met as soon as we moved back into the house proper, or the footmen and maids whom we met on the way up to her suite, turned a hair at her (or Joel's and my) nakedness and addressed her as their mistress with all the formality one would expect from well-trained servants.

Once in her sitting room, she sat down but didn't invite me to follow so I stood there, still stark naked, while her eyes roved up and down my body, clearly evaluating me for something, God knows what?

"You have a good body, Julius, not that Joel won't improve it, but it is a good start..."

Her words implied that Joel would not could improve it but even that remarkable supposition didn't floor me. Anything she wanted from me, I would give and at that moment, that was absolutely everything!

She got up after a few minutes and again felt and fondled my body. I should say here that when she had first stripped, I had fought a battle-royal in my head to keep my cock slack. The sight of her so perfect body in all its naked glory had roused my libido to near breaking point but I had thus far managed to control my penis to some extent. Oh, I see I haven't described it.

Of course, it was nothing like Joel's magnificent weapon. I doubt there would be many men on the face of this planet that would possess such an enormous or so beautiful organ. But it was perfectly respectable at fifteen centimetres and now she grasped it softly, looking straight into my eyes as she did so.

"You have displayed a remarkable control over this little boy so far, Julius? How have you managed it when I could see your lust for me in your eyes?"

"It took every last milligram of my self-control to do so Sonja. I thought you would be offended if I was so rude as to erect without your permission..."

She stared at me thoughtfully while I wondered at my choice of words: 'without your permission'. They had just popped out but she seemed very pleased at them. "Quite so, Julius. Well I now give you permission. Let me see just how big and how hard this little man can grow to..."

I uttered a strangled cry of joy (or was it release) and then let go my attempts to keep it slack. It rose immediately and gained another couple of centimetres in length while now standing up at an angle of forty-five degrees from the horizontal and her hand stroked it appreciatively.

"What sexual experience have you had, boy?" she asked, now dropping my name for the other epithet but I couldn't have cared less. She clearly liked my body and now my penis and I had the feeling I was soon going to have to prove myself in her bed. I marshalled all my memories of everything I knew about this act.

Not that they were all that profound, or that they had been very numerous. I suppose I am as randy and inquisitive about sex as the next man but I had been brought up to be a gentleman and while I had kissed my school (and later) girlfriends and sometimes been permitted a feel inside their blouses, the number of times I had actually been invited into their beds I could count on one hand!

But I did know a little about women and their needs. My father had been at pains to teach me as much as he knew about females and their sexual needs and how to satisfy them for as he had said, 'If you just go for it, hell for leather, son, and climax before they do, they will never forgive you. So learn to control your libido and try to bring them to two or three climaxes before you allow your own release...'

These thoughts had been surfacing in my mind over the last few minutes and I wondered how on Earth I was going to control myself while making love to her with that superb body under me?

Anyway, I replied that they had been very, very few and that I was a real tyro in that department. She smiled thinly. "Good. I am glad that you have been honest with me, and also that you are indeed a beginner for I am going to take you in hand and make you into the best lover there ever was on the face of this planet, boy. How do you like that idea?"

I fell to my knees before her. I was, even then, her abject slave and would have given her anything, even my life if she had asked for it. "Oh, yes, ma'am," I said, noting the form of address Joel and her other servants had used in addressing her and feeling that I ought to do the same.

It was apparently right for her smile broadened a little and she nodded. "Alright, let's see what you are made of. Pick me up and carry me into my bedroom, boy!" she instructed.

I did and I was glad of my gymnastic work for her so beautifully muscular body was no lightweight, I can assure you. Her maid had already turned down her enormous bed and I laid her down on it then stood to attention beside it, waiting for her instructions.

This too seemed to please her and she then gestured for me to join her. I did, my cock still at full mast in anticipation of the pleasure to come and of course fuelled by her so incredible body.

For some strange reason, I then had a pang of worry at the hairy state of my torso and even more, my pubic area. Her body (and Joel's for that matter) looked so beautiful without the ugly hairs and I apologised to her for not having had the forethought to have had it removed. Why I came out with that particular statement, I had no idea but it too pleased her.

"Yes, they are ugly, boy, but the rest of your body pleases me and so we will put up with the nasty excrescences this time. Later you will be cleaned of them..."

I didn't comment. What 'later' she was talking about wasn't clear, but I sensed everything would now depend on my performance over the next hour or so...

From the very first moment after joining her, I had but one thing firmly etched into my mind: her pleasure!

My own, if I had any at all, must be of no importance whatsoever. Why was I so concerned for her and not for myself? Thinking back on those first few moments in her life, I can only conjecture that she had exerted some weird power over me for I am not usually so easily infatuated with a woman, even one as beautiful as she was. All I can remember is that strange but so powerful urge to please her at whatever cost to me.

I watched her face like a hawk, knowing she would give me clues as to what she wanted and she did. First, there was that little gesture to mount her sublime body.

I was careful not to seem clumsy and used my arms, legs and body to do so without touching her. Then, stretched out on hands and feet and my body hanging over her but not touching her, she reached up and kissed me.

I knew at that moment that everything I could ever have hoped for in my life had arrived. The lightning bolts of pleasure that ran through every nerve in my body told me that she desired me as much as I, her. She then pulled me down onto her body and somehow, don't ask me how, my cock found its way into her so narrow, almost invisible gash and sank right in until my pubes joined her so beautifully smooth ones.

I gave a few experimental thrusts and wasn't surprised to feel her so athletic body ramming up to meet them. But even then, in the throes of a delight I had never ever felt before, I kept a rigid control over my mind and my body. On no account must I allow my libido loose or I would come and I knew that would be the end of it for past experience told me I would instantly lose my erection and would be quite unable to regenerate it for hours, if at all that day.

But she was the most energetic lover I had ever experienced (of the sum total of five, so far in my life) and she wanted her sex hard and long. I'm sure I was sweating blood in my efforts to give her the stimulus she wanted and at the same time keep my natural urges under control.

Of course my hands roved all over what I understood to be her erogenous zones and I kissed her frantically, and in all of this tried to watch her face for signs that might guide me to the next step.

I was frantic with worry and yet my body was undergoing the most powerful sexual experience of my life. I kept plunging my fifteen centimetres in and out of her, and remembering Dad's advice, made it perform little corkscrews as well as changing the angle of approach so as to arouse more of the nerves inside her so wonderful vagina, with each thrust - and at the same time, slamming down the urge to continue my own excitement in the urge to come.

Her first climax was spectacular to say the very least of it! She screamed, bit me hard, scratched my back and buttocks and her whole body went wild with lust as the orgasm continued on and on and her frantic gyrations bounced me up and down on her and I was hard-put to stay connected to her.

But then, as it slowly abated, so did her body resume a more sedate position on the satin sheet. That little quietus didn't last long however and then she mounted me! Yes, really.

One moment she was lying next to me, relatively quiet; the next she roared and at the same moment, turned toward me and leapt like a panther onto my body, whose cock was now half-hard. She managed to get it inside her again and with a demand to, "fuck me like the beast you are, Julius!" began rutting on top of me while her lips ground into mine and her hands roved feverishly all over my flesh.

I won't go on about that night. I imagine you can imagine how torrid (but incredibly exciting and wonderful) it was. The sex went on for hours, with little intervals in between and somehow, God knows how, I managed to keep my libido in check right through it all.

And at the end, when she finally declared herself sated, she turned her face and body to me and invited me to allow myself release. I smiled across at her, thrust it in for the last time and came, in a torrent that seemed to go on and on forever and was without a doubt the best orgasm I had ever felt in my whole life, bar none!