Tracey

'Are you really as big as Tracey says. She thinks you are as big as Pieter. Are you?' she asked.

'Well,' he laughed, looking at me. 'I would say that we are about the same.'

'Can I have a look?' Marcus looked at me again and I shrugged my shoulders. It was his cock and if he didn't mind Toni looking at it, neither did I. He gave Toni a smile which she read as it being okay and so she unzipped his fly and delved inside with her hand and pulled out his semi erect penis.

'Wow. It's still soft and yet it's as big as mine already. Can I?' and without waiting for an answer, put her head down and took him into her mouth. 'Mmmm,' she mouthed as she sucked on him and we watched it grow larger and start to force itself out. Well if Marcus can let her suck on his dick, I can suck on Pieter's, so I moved down to the floor and pushed his legs apart so that I could get between them. I pulled down his zipper and found that he was already hard and I pulled it out to look at it. It was, I think as big as Marcus', or maybe not. There wasn't a lot to choose between the two. Thick and hard and of the same shape with the helmet half pulled back to show the exposed head of it. The sheath was as soft and silky and moved the same way on the solid flesh beneath it.

'Would you like me to suck on you?' I asked him.

'I would just love to see that beautiful mouth of yours around the head of my prick,' he smiled down at me as I held him firmly in my hand. So I gave my lips a lick and took him into my mouth, glancing over to the other side of the sofa where Toni's head was going up and down on Marcus. His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed.

'Not too much,' I heard him murmur as I really tongued Pieter as I sucked too. I wanted to give him the best of head and try and outdo Toni in the gobbling stakes.

'I'd rather put it somewhere else,' he murmured in a low voice. 'I've wanted to fuck you ever since I first saw you with Marcus.' He spoke in a low whisper and I don't think the others heard but Toni had similar ideas too.

'Will you fuck me Marcus?' she said, lifting her head up off his engorged head.

'If Pieter and Tracey say I can,' he replied, and I looked up and saw that he really wanted to for his cock was positively throbbing in her hand.

'Please Pieter, Tracey, can I have him,' she asked in a plaintive sort of voice like a small child begging for a sweet.

'As long as I can have Tracey,' Pieter said with a gasp as I suddenly brought my teeth down a bit hard. 'Your call Marcus.'

'If Tracey doesn't mind,' Marcus said. 'We all know about each other, so it's up to Tracey.'

'That's right!' I said, finally releasing Pieter. 'Pass the buck onto me. Marcus. You are my husband. It's for you to decide, but I don't mind if you don't.'

'Okay Marcus. Say yes,' Toni was saying as she started to remove his shoes and start pulling his trousers down.

'Okay, okay,' he said, giving in to Toni's insistence with a laugh. I grinned up at Pieter and he smiled back at me and began to take his own trousers off.

Toni was quickly up to get two condoms and threw me one as she quickly got hers out of its packet and expertly rolled it down on Marcus' cock. Then she pulled her dress up off over her head and threw it to one side and turned round on her knees on the carpet. I saw, that like me, she wasn't wearing panties, only her padded bra. I finally got my condom out of its wrapping and onto Pieter's prick as he called it before I took off my dress in the same way. I also turned round on my knees sideways on to Toni and Marcus and watched as Marcus moved forward on his knees, his erection bouncing slightly as he got between Toni's legs. Then with one hand on her hip, the other holding his cock steady, he moved in closer and I saw his erection slowly go into Toni's rear. Toni gasped and gave out a cry as she was really widened by his big tool and then he was fully inside her, both hands now on her hips as their bodies touched.

Then I felt the head of Pieter's cock touch my ring and I relaxed and I stifled my gasp as I too was widened by his tool as the head of it came into me. Then the smoothness as he slid in completely till his thighs touched mine.

He was almost as big as Marcus and I got the same thrill as this massive piece moved in and out of me. But now it was as if I were looking in a mirror imagining that Toni was myself being fucked by Marcus. I saw him moving his prick in and out at the same time as I was feeling Pieter shafting me and it was uncanny to watch and have the feeling that Marcus was fucking me instead. Whether Pieter had unconsciously looked at Marcus I don't know, but they were now fucking us two in the same in and out rhythm. Though when I closed my eyes, I knew it wasn't Marcus behind me with his cock hard up inside me for there were slight differences in their techniques.

Pieter tended to grip my hips tighter and not run his hands up and around my waist and when he pulled me back onto him as he thrusted, he was more sharper. As was his actual inward movements as though trying to punch his way through me instead of boring his way in. But he was a good fucker all the same and I still got my thrill of having such a big cock up inside me.

With Marcus beginning to grunt, I opened my eyes to watch him as he held Toni tight to his thighs as he pumped out his seed into her. Then Pieter began his grunting as he pulled me hard back to grind his pelvis into my thighs as he jerked his hips in his coming inside of me.

Toni gave out a cry and began whimpering as I watched Marcus pull his length out of her and she collapsed onto the carpet. I too gave out a cry as Pieter pulled out of me, leaving that horrible vacuum feeling, but I didn't fall down like Toni. I turned round and quickly pulled the condom off so that I could suck on his still hard prick and get a taste of his sperm that was still inside it. Now this was different from Marcus by being a bit more spicy and I sucked it out and let it stay in my mouth for a while before swallowing what little there was left.

I think by the time Toni got up from the carpet, it was too late to suck on Marcus for I had already got to him and sucked it out of him. But she sat down on the sofa and invited Marcus to suck on her erection, so I got the same from Pieter. It was then good to see both of our men's heads bobbing up and down on our pricks and here I couldn't tell any difference in the way they sucked on me.

But it was nice to have this big South African on the end of my prick and see that Toni was enjoying having Marcus do the same to her. I came about the same time as Toni and both men swallowed our seed and kept on tonguing us till we had finished completely. Pieter then surprised me by suddenly pulling me off the sofa onto the carpet and then almost lying on top of me, kissed me, passing across some of my sperm to my mouth as we kissed.

'I'm jealous of Marcus,' he said into my ear. 'You've got such a wonderful slim body and it has been a pleasure having you. If only I had met you first.'

'Thank you,' I gasped, not minding the weight of him on top of me. 'I loved every minute of it.' With that said, he rolled off of me and we saw that Marcus and Toni had also been kissing. I got up from the carpet and sat down on the sofa and Marcus seeing me get up, also rose and came at sat down beside me and put his arm round my shoulder. Pieter and Toni got up too and came and sat down, Toni next to me with Pieter on the other side and he put his arm round Toni's shoulder like Marcus had done to me. It must have looked a strange picture to see four naked men sitting on the sofa. The middle two wearing female brassieres and the big men at either end with their arm around the shoulders of these two strangely dressed men. I then got up and sat myself on Marcus' lap and put my arm round the back of his neck and kissed him on the cheek.

'I got quite jealous when I saw you fucking Toni,' I whispered into his ear.

'Not half as much as I felt when Pieter was doing it to you. The worse part was seeing your lovely lips round the head of his cock as you sucked him,' he replied.

'Well you won't anymore for I love you so much and you're my husband and from now on, the only man in my life,' and I pulled his head round and gave him a deep passionate kiss. 'Now take me to bed and tell me what you and Pieter have been talking about and then you can make love to me.'

So we got up and gathered together our clothes and said our goodnights and left the other two naked bodies entwined on the sofa.

Chapter Six

'Pieter was over in England to find out if Spencer knew of any illicit diamonds being smuggled into England,' Marcus began when we were settled in bed together. 'The South African Government was concerned because there appeared to be a drop in the diamonds actually recovered from the mines and knew that they were being stolen and got out of the country to Europe, but were not sure where. Spencer wasn't able to help and that's why Pieter wanted me to come out as a pair of fresh eyes to look at things to see if I could spot where this was all happening.'

There were others things he spoke of but my mind started to wander as I felt him getting harder in my hand as he spoke and soon I was able to go down in the bed and suck on him. A few minutes of that was enough for him, for he pulled me up the bed and kissed me fiercely and rolled me over and fucked me without a condom on. All the time telling me how much he loved me as he rode me from behind and I loved him the more for doing me without a rubber as well as telling me about his love. He was tender as well as being strong and I was in heaven with his tool sliding in and out of me and even came myself as he shot his load inside me. I cried out softly when he pulled out and went and washed himself and I just laid there in my own mess, my heart full of love for this man of mine. I snuggled into his arms when he got back into bed and felt safe and secure and then gave thought to what he had said about the diamonds before drifting off to sleep.

Being as strong as he was, Marcus was capable of taking me again next morning and I was reluctant to get out of bed afterwards, but we had to. After a shower and getting dressed, we had breakfast with the other two in the dining room, being served by one of Pieter's black servants. After our meal, Toni left us three together to talk about the coming day and what he would like to show us. I didn't fancy the idea of going deep underground to look at the workings of a mine and so rejected the idea of going with them. So I said that I would stay behind as only one of us need go down and mentioned my thoughts of last night.

'I was thinking that if I was smuggling diamonds out of the country, I would send them out by air or sea. By land would take too long and too many borders to cross, so Pieter, could you get me air cargo manifests for this year? It's a tall order I know, but I could spend the day looking through them while you and Marcus go to see a mine.'

'No problem there,' he replied. 'I can get them sent over from Customs and Excise,' and went straight to the phone and put in the request for them. With breakfast over, the two men went off in the car to the heliport and I went and put on my swimming costume and joined Toni out on the patio.

It was late morning when a servant came out to tell me that there was a large package for me in the lounge. I went and saw this large box that was very heavy and took it out by the pool and sat down in the shade and started to look through one big massive print out. I had lunch with Toni out there as I looked through them to see if I could spot anything that I might think unusual. I couldn't see anything of the sort and it was only when Tracey said something as she read the daily paper did I perk up. At the same time, the portable radio was playing the theme tune to the Bond film, "Diamonds are Forever".

'A young Dutchman has been found murdered out in the bush and his things stolen,' she read out. 'There's too much of this thing going on.' With that and the music, I thought of James Bond using a body to get the diamonds out of Africa and knew where I had to go to ask the right questions.

'Toni. Can you order me a taxi to take me to police headquarters,' I asked as I got up and went inside to get dressed. Pieter had given Marcus and myself a pass equivalent to our Special Branch ones for us to use if we needed any assistance. I was dressed, made up and making sure I had the pass with me, went off into town. Pieter had given us some Rands, the local currency, to use, and had myself dropped off outside of an imposing building that was the main offices of the Johannesburg police force.

It took a bit of time to get to where I wanted even with the use of the pass and finally found myself talking to the Deputy Commissioner. He understood where I was coming from and said that they had already had that idea and found nothing but he still told someone to get me what I wanted. I was there an hour and finally left with a list of dead people that they had investigated whether they were murders, accidents or death by natural causes, including two suicides. The total for the year so far was over three hundred. Eighty of these had been checked out as either suspicious or definite murders. Twenty four had been foreigners, some of them buried here and some sent home to be laid to rest in their homelands.

It was these twenty four that I wanted to know more about and my next stop was the city's morgue. The Deputy Commissioner had phoned ahead for me and I was soon talking to the head man in charge.

'Yes,' he said in response to my question. 'We carry out autopsies on all deaths before releasing them for burial.' I then gave him the list of twenty four names and asked if they had been buried here in South Africa or were they collected or sent back to their native country. His was able to check his computer and found that eight had been buried in South Africa and eighteen sent off to a specialist undertakers that saw to everything. From the collecting of the bodies from the morgue, embalming them and seeing to all the paperwork and getting them shipped off to their own countries for burial. I misheard the name at first as he pronounced it as being Tofs.

'Toffs? You mean like posh people?' I asked.

'No,' he laughed. It's an acronym. The Overseas Funeral Service. Hence Tofs.' The nationalities of the eighteen were seven Dutch, four English, two French, two German, two American and one Pole. I knew the dates of their deaths and he gave me the dates of their collection from the morgue. I thanked him for his help having got the address of Tofs and the expected time it took for the embalming process to be done before the bodies would be shipped out.

Armed with all this, I got a taxi to take me back to Pieter's place. Marcus and Pieter hadn't got back from the mines and so I joined Toni out by the pool and, having changed into my bikini again, set to work to run through the aircraft manifests for the second time. But I had dates to work from now and soon started to pick out the shipments from Johannesburg to the various countries and found that not only did they ship them out, but collected them at the other end. All except the Americans and the Pole. They were collected at their various airports by a different named funeral company. This was enough for me to now pursue this funeral agency to find out a bit more in detail.

Marcus and Pieter were back from the mines just before dinner and over the meal, Marcus told me about what it was like to go so far underground and see the workings of diamonds being drilled out of the rock face. I kept my news back for I wanted to know a bit more about this funeral service before I said anything. In bed that night, I asked Marcus if he would like to do some drilling in my mine for I was his special diamond. He laughed at the analogy and proceeded to bore into my shaft, drilling me good and proper, much to my satisfaction and our mutual enjoyment.

Next day, Pieter took Marcus off to see how the mined diamonds were cut and polished while I, dressed conservatively, went off to see these undertakers. The address I was dropped off at was more of a house than a funeral establishment, but the small plaque by the door bell showed me that I was at the right place. A middle aged man invited me into his front room which was his office and I gave him a false name and the story that I had devised. I had come out to South Africa to see my ageing aunt and she had expressed the desire to be buried back in England and I had been given this parlour as the place to come to for making any arrangements when the time came.

The man, Edward Voorderman, was pleased that the nursing home had recommended them to handle the arrangements and went into detail as to what they did. They did not do actual burials, only the preparation in their embalming room at the rear of the premises. They would see to all the paperwork involved and had their sister company in London see to the collection of the deceased to see that nothing untoward had happened during the shipment. They would then deliver the coffin to whichever funeral director I wished, to see to the actual ceremony for the burial.

The price was really modest and he explained that by not having to have a hearse and all the trimmings, the only real cost was the coffin itself, plus the flight. He worked only with his partner in the collecting of the deceased, the embalming and the delivery to the airport and the paperwork to keep costs to a minimum. I was given a glossy brochure and I thanked him and said that I would most probably be back later.

But that would be much earlier than he expected for I knew from the mortuary that he had a Dutchman in the embalming room at that very moment. I checked with the airline when I got back to Pieter's place to find that they had booked space for the coffin for the following day, so the place had to be visited tonight to check if my theory was right or not.

At dinner that evening, I let Marcus tell me about his day, seeing the diamonds cut and how they were polished before I casually dropped my bombshell.

'I think I know who is smuggling the diamonds and how.'

'Ridiculous,' Marcus said, 'we've only been here two days.'

'That's not fair,' I said, giving his hand a slap. 'Just because you've been mining and seeing the finished product, I wasn't sitting here doing nothing.'

'Okay Miss Marple, tell us.'

'Cut the sarcasm. It's a funeral parlour going under the name of The Overseas Funeral Service run by a Mr. Vooderman and his partner. Not only is this name used here, but also in London, Bonn, Paris and Amsterdam. They collect the coffins for onward delivery but are held over for one day before they deliver. The diamonds are in the coffins, or inside the bodies.'

'Nonsense!' Pieter said. 'We've already gone through this scenario and not found any in all those we checked. Have you any proof?'

'Not yet, but Marcus and I will find out tonight.'

'What?' Marcus exploded.

'We go into the funeral shop and check out this Dutchman who is due to be flown out to Amsterdam tomorrow.'

'So Mr. Vooderman is just going to let you in the check out this body or coffin to see it one or the other contains illicit diamonds?'

'No. We go in after dark to check both,' I said.

'Are you sure about this?' Pieter asked, none of us realising that we were talking in front of Toni.

'Not one hundred per cent, but I have a feeling that I'm right, and we've only got tonight to find out if I am,' I said, having my fingers crossed under the table.

'Well that's enough for me,' Marcus said, bless him. 'If Tracey thinks it's them, we're going to check them out.'

'Then you'll need a driver,' Pieter said, 'so I'm volunteering my services for this job.'