With the publication of "Humpers Wild" the young English novelist, Cyril Van Dyke, created one of the most sensational and shocking controversies yet to rock England. The hue and cry over the total lack of "moral values" and "sexual sensationalism" fanned the interest of the public to fever heat over Van Dyke's book. The notoriety and sensational sale of "Humpers Wild" came to an abrupt end when the book was summarily banned by the Rt. Hon. Lord Sitwell of the Chief Censor's office. Sufficient copies of this "avant garde" classic survived in underground collections of erotica on the Continent, assuring its survival.
The prominent psychoanalyst, Dr. Karl Steiner, gives us the following excerpt from his actual case histories: "In describing a significant automobile necking party the patient, Joan L. said, 'It was a wonder I didn't scream when I saw what was going on up in the front seat. My friend Edith had Jeff's penis in her hand and she was kissing it and running it in and out of her mouth.
'I guess I peeked just as he was coming. Jeff began moaning loud and grabbing Edith's head pushed it as far down on his cock as he could. I heard a gurgling sound from Edith as Jeff spurted in her mouth. A moment later, Edith made a swallowing sound and then raising her head asked him if it was good. Jeff sighed and told her it was the best blow job he had ever had in his life.
'My boy friend Robin joked with them and told them I didn't know how to blow a boy. He asked Edith to teach me how then and there and she said she would. She climbed over the seat and sat beside Robin. Then she took Robin's penis out of his pants and began playing with it.
'She showed me everything, how to play with it in my hand, how to kiss it and nibble the side of it, and how to take it in my mouth and suck it. We took turns. She'd do it for a minute and then have me do the same thing. Robin just went wild and came while she was sucking him....'Jeff then wanted both of us to do it to him, so I had to get in the front seat with both of them. This time Edith said I should be the one to have him come in my mouth. We both sucked his penis in turn and I finally made him come in my mouth. As I felt his hot sperm spurting down my throat, practically trickling down my tonsils, I almost gagged. I couldn't help tasting some of the creamy liquid, and was surprised at its sweetish, creamy taste which reminded me of chestnuts.
The reader will find it interesting to note in the above case history, as well as in this novel, the effect of social example in leading to sexual perversion. Since forewarned is forearmed, it is to be hoped that these lurid examples of what offbeat sex can lead to will be useful in helping the reader maintain a balanced personal morality.
Continental Classics presents "Humpers Wild" in the complete and unexperogated London edition for the first time in this country. It is recommended only for graduate students and the mature adult reader.
Allan Saunders, M.A. New York City August, 1968
PART ONE
CHAPTER I
Bob's success with Josie had rekindled his tired flame for hump activities. His taste of fucking with someone other than his wife had opened new fields of development to him, given him a new outlook, a new awareness and a new interest in physical charms of female bodies. He now found himself turning to let his eyes follow the progress of slender legs, his hands sweating slightly when firmly rounded breasts were near and his mind was wandering into daydreams when he caught a whiff of perfume or saw a nicely moulded pair of asscheeks. He had even seen his secretary as a desirable lay for the first time although she'd been with him for three years, having even gone away with him on work requiring overnight stays at hotels.
Now, seated at the wheel of his car, the head light piercing the darkness ahead, he thought of Janice Carter was blonde. Her hair always nearly tied in a bun at the back must look lovely loosely cascading over her slender shoulders, he thought. Nordic descent gave her a beautiful face. High cheek-bones, full-red lips, wide eyes of deep blue and a slender white neck topped a lithe, supple figure.
Her narrow waist moved out slightly over slim hips which led to long, elegant legs, while her breasts were full but not overlarge. Her carriage was excellent and her manners if anything somewhat aloof. She was always neatly dressed in black skirts and crisp white blouses, and an air of freshness but perhaps coldness too, hung around her.
Now she was sitting beside him on the bench seat as he drove through the warm night air towards Newcastle. As usual he had chosen the lesser used roads and 200 miles stretched before him. In the morning they had to attend a business conference which might last more than one day.
They had been driving for about an hour now and after a lively start to the journey a silence had now come over them. She moved slightly in her seat and he heard the soft rustle as her stockinged legs rubbed against each other. He glanced sideways and saw that in changing her position her black skirt had risen just enough to reveal the smooth rounded curve of her knees. There was another wriggle and to his intense pleasure he saw a little more of the top of her leg exposed to his view.
"This's funny" he mused as she seemed unaware of the enticing display of smooth knee. Changing gear his hand brushed against the exposed knee.
"Oh. I'm so sorry Miss Carter," he apologized and glanced at her. She was staring straight ahead into the darkness but for a second he felt he could see a quiver of a smile playing about the comer of her mouth. As he turned his eyes back to the road she answered. "What for, Mr. Bend?"
"For touching your knee, just then," he replied uncertainly. "Oh?"
"Yes, Miss Carter, I do not want you to think I'm getting fresh."
"Why should I?"
"Well...." his voice faltered.
"By the way Mr. Bend, I met your sister-in-law, Josie, last night for coffee," her voice had a mysterious quality.
"Yes, we had a nice long chat" Again that deep tone.
"What about? Anything interesting?"
Why yes, as a matter-of-fact." She sounded secretly amused, and was still displaying her rounded knee and two inches of white thigh.
"Really"?
"Yes, we talked about you."
"About me! What did she tell you? What a beast I am and how I ill-treat her sister," he laughed.
"Quite the contrary. She told me how good you are-in all ways," she was smiling now.
"I'm not too sure I understand you" he faltered.
"Well, to be more explicit, she told me how good you were to Frankie and your children and to her."
"Yes? How good am I", he grinned. "Josie says you're marvelous, particularly in bed. The car swerved wildly for a second as he reacted to the shock of her words, then with a screech of brakes he pulled into the shoulder of the road.
"She told you what? he roared in astonishment.
"How good you were humping between the sheets." Now she threw back her lovely head and shook with mirth.
"B ... b ... what did she...! what did you ... well really Miss Carter...." he spluttered.
"Couldn't you call me Janice," she purred.
"Yes, Well Janice I don't know what you must think of me," he uttered despairingly.
"Well, Mr. Bend,-may I call you Robert?-Yes?-well, Robert, I think you are quite a man." They sat silent for a moment then he handed her a cigarette. As she lit and inhaled she spoke again, "and what do you think of me?" Her eyes looked into his, their expression seemingly warm and inviting.
"In fact I think you're quite a woman." He spoke firmly now, with ease and confidence now that the ice had been broken.
"Then if you put the two feelings together you'll see why I did not mind when you touched my knee just now-and, for the record-why I have left my knees uncovered for your benefit."
He slid his left arm along the back of the seat, until his fingers were on the upper arm of her left shoulder, then he steadily drew her towards him. She came easily, with a rustle of her undergarments to fan the flame of his rising passion. Her mouth parted, her moist lips trembled as she sighed, then they met in a long, sweetly passionate embrace with his.
Their lips seemed to throb with an intense heat as they tasted each other, pressed into each other and then parted to allow their tongues to meet and tingle at the contact.
For what seemed hours their mouths were fused together as they tasted each other's breath and saliva laden tongues then, gasping, they broke apart. Janice had twisted round on the seat so far that her right leg had bent and separated from its lovely twin and now six inches of her deliciously warm, bare smooth thighs were open to his gaze. Still with his hand around her back, he reached out with the other and placed it firmly on her knee.
She made no move to shift the encroaching hand-neither did she encourage it to move by any reaction. In fact it seemed as if she had somehow cut her mind off from her immediate position-She was remote, wrapped in her own thoughts.
The sudden transition startled him.
"What's the matter Janice, have I offended you?" he asked, at the same time removing his hand and reaching for a cigarette.
"No Robert, but I might offend you," she smiled rather wistfully, "and that's the last thing I want."
"Perhaps you'd better explain," he said gently.
"Well, Robert, I'm not what you think I am really. I'm not cold, aloof, dignified or modest. I am really a bitch. A first-class, hot assed, fucking bitch. If you decide to have anything more to do with me you're in for a few surprises. Oh you'll get a good screw alright and you'll find I'll enjoy it. But I have sunk below the ordinary levels of humanity. I've climbed depths you've never even heard of in your sheltered life, and if I am to become your mistress-as I think you want-you will have to come down with me. And use my language too-there's nothing delicate in my hump-life."
Robert's voice trembled as he answered.
"For weeks I've felt a need for you, Janice. Not just a screw need but something deeper-I've had a strong desire to break down your reserve. Batter your defenses. Force your iciness to melt. I'm to be your master in fact, and make you my fuck slave-humble, suffering, servile. That bloody coolness of yours has driven me mad. Is that the answer you want?"
"It's just the answer. Incidentally you say you've been weeks desiring to fuck me. I've wanted your cock in me ever since I came to the office. But with a hard day ahead I think we should drive-and get it over with-then, on the way back who knows what will may happen between my pussy and your frustrated hard-on!"
Perhaps you're right," he answered ruefully, then kissing her cheek just once, he set the car off again on its long run.
The next day passed all too slowly for Robert but, "being of sound mind" he got through his work with his usual efficiency.
At 5:30 he left the conference, his work done, and arriving at his hotel was amazed to find his secretary and luggage waiting in the vestibule.
The manager walked up. "I'm so sorry you've got to leave us so soon Mr. Bend. I hope nothing's wrong?
"Oh, Oh no. Indeed no!" spluttered the astonished solicitor. "Just an, an urgent call."
Ten minutes latter the car was winding its way up the hilly road leading from Newcastle towards Combe Martin.
"Now what's it all about Janice? he grinned.
"Well, at about four o'clock I saw an ad in a local paper for a trailer to let-in a secluded spot-actually on a farm but right away from habitation. Actually it's 100 yards from a cliff which overlooks a small cove, ten miles from Thinelead. It's all quite private-much better than the hotel. Anyway I booked it for four days...."
"Four days!" he expostulated.
"Then I sent a wire to Mr. Johnson telling him you had been asked to handle a private case urgently-and one to your wife with the same thing."
"Heaven be thanked for a private secretary!" And so we've got until Thursday?"
"Yes, and I've asked the owners to store up enough food for our stay. As a matter-of-fact I told them we wanted to be left alone-"as," here she giggled mischievously, "we're on our honeymoon."
"You angel," he laughed loudly.
"No Robert, I think I came from the other place-and so will you in an hour's time."
Then they lapsed into silence as he drove except when she gave him travel directions.
Then to gloss over the mundane details, at 7:30 he drew up beside the trailer after following the winding road from the farm four miles away.
The setting was wonderful-high hills surrounded the shelf on which the meadow lay. A crystal clear stream trinkled merrily out from one hill, across the meadow, and disappeared underground on the opposite side. A thick hedgegrow grew high along the far bank, and the gate to the rude bridge over which he had driven, when closed, seemed to shut them up in their own world.
Leaving the car they walked to the edge of the cliff and saw a path leading down to the small, sandy cove, rock strewn and not 50 yards wide.
"How wonderful," she said breathing the salty aroma of the sea into her lungs.
"Mmmm! he answered, as if in a trance.
"Robert, I feel like a bride about to be fucked on her first night-and no honeymoon setting could be more wonderful.
"Let's see our house" he said and hand-in-hand they walked back to the caravan. Then opening the door, he picked her up and carried her in.
Placing her on her feet, they surveyed the clean interior and then Janice parted the curtains which screened the sleeping berth to display a wonderful boudoir complete with a large divan.
"I feel someone should have written Dante's inscription over the entrance," she whispered.
"Darling," he murmured, moving up behind her and linking his arms around her waist," when we entered I felt a surge of hope not an abandonment."
"You'll see how you feel later, my lord; but first, let's take a swim. No, I'd prefer to undress alone this time. You change out here."
Five minutes later he caught his breath as she emerged dressed in a tightly fitting one-piece black swimsuit, then they ran, down the meadow, down the path, down the beach, to plunge into the warm, clear Atlantic.
They swam and floated for nearly an hour, then hand-in-hand they climbed back to their nest, towelling themselves before entering.
Pausing at the door Janice breathed deeply, then in her rich vibrant voice said....
"Well, Robert, this is it, time for our first hump!"
"Lead me on," he smiled and moved forward, whereupon, with the speed of a striking snake her hand flashed out and exploded against his face with a crack. He uttered a startled cry then plunged after her fleeing figure and as she brushed past the curtains he flung himself at her and sent her sprawling on the bed. As he fell too, she lashed out again with her legs and arms and there began a battle which lasted for almost half-an-hour as she fought like a wildcat, her nails gouging strips of skin from his back, her knees threshing wildly trying to inflict pain while all the time he sought to pin her ass to the bed.
Finally he mastered her, tiring her and found himself sitting astride her tits, his knees pinning her arms to the bed and his own hands free.
"Now, my beauty, I've got you," he snarled.
"You bastard," she spat venemously.
"Call me a bastard will you," he growled, "you filthy cocksucker."
With a snarl she spat up into his face.
"Why, you lousy bitch," he roared, and hit her again and again until she was moaning with the pain and tears were streaming down her face. Then he jumped up and dragged her upright.
"Now to see this fucking body of yours, you shit-licking bitch, Strip!"
She made no move.
"Strip!-Strip you fancy-titted whore,-or I'll knock you silly," he roared and this time she began to pull down her swimsuit. As the black cups came away, her breasts rose in glorious thrusting splendour to his gaze, and hard cherries of nipples pouting enticingly.
Then her belly, flat and smooth, her generous bush, and finally the gulf of her cunt crevice appeared. As the garment fell to the floor and she looked up, he pushed her so she fell limply to the bed, flat on her face, her large asscheeks rising up like two sand dunes in a flat desert.
He cast his eyes round the room for something to use on her and there, on the small built-in dressing table lay a wicked looking thin cane. Grabbing it up and realising she had placed it there deliberately, he sprang on to the bed and kneeling beside her brought the whippy weapon down hard on her taut assglobes. Her whole body jerked but she uttered no sound and this so infuriated him that he struck at her white ass in a rare fury.
Savagely he thrashed her quivering buttocks while she squirmed with the pain. On and on he went until his eyes could see only the blur of her buttocks through the haze of his fury. Then even this vanished and he lashed indiscriminately at her back, asshole and legs until, with a groan she rolled over and offered the front of her lovely figure for his sadistic pain-inflicting. As the cane hit her belly, thighs and breasts, she began to squirm in agony and ecstasy until, with a great cry of sheer abandoned rapture, she shuddered and achieved a cunt-shattering orgasm, then she stopped quite still.
At once he ceased his beating and, with a cry of delight at his success, thanked her by pulling open her inert thighs and straightway plunging his mouth to the soaking gash of her cunt, where he began to nibble the juicy cuntlips and strum her raised clitoral bud with his tongue.
As she warmed up again to his tongue she grabbed his trunks and pulled them right down to his knees. She could not wait to take them right off, however, and with a fierce tug she pulled him towards her, then sank her open mouth over the coral head of his gorged cock and began to suck him feverishly. This was too much for him and as the suction of her mouth began his balls boiled over and with a series of jerks along his rigid dick, he shot squirt upon squirt of hot sperm into her gobbling vagina, which delicious liquid she drank avidly until his balls were spent.
Satisfied for the moment they slowly fell apart and he became aware, for the first time, of the crisscross lines of weals and red bruises he had raised on her beautiful body.
"My God! Janice, what're you going to do about these" he cried in horror.
"Nature's cure, darling?" she replied and led him down to the sea where the salt water stung her wounds but soon soothed their raging inflamation. Then they went back.
Completely naked, but warm in the summer air, they made a snack and sat in two easy chairs eating and talking normally. When they had cleared away Janice took up the cane, and looked at his naked flanks with a cruel and calculating look in her eyes.
"Now, Bob, it's your turn."
"What?" he cried hesitantly.
Her eyes glinting angrily she told him to step outside. As they sank to the cushiony surface of the meadow she opened her legs and upon seeing the beautiful cunt between her creamy thighs he flattened himself and buried his mouth again at the entrance to her torrid pussy. He was lying at perpendicular angle to her and at once she struck at his asscheeks.
He winced, but, not to be beaten by a woman, he checked the cry that came towards his throat. Instead he took more pains to press his mouth against her cunt and was quickly forced to use his mouth harder as she began to rain blow upon blow on him in time with her writhing, fast-increasing passion.
Soon her cunt and erect clitoris were afire with her impending orgasm while his asshole was likewise rather overheated. Then she uttered a cry of "Now!" and he rolled on top of her, his penis stabbing straight at her ruby-lipped twat-opening. With a grunt he thrust its length half-way into the clinging sheath, then as her legs rose to clamp around his back and her nails clawed more flesh from his shoulders he thrust again and filled her to the full with his balls hard against the underside of her asshole and the tip of his prick against her innermost cunt.
Then, in a welter of furious screwing, he fucked her harder than she had ever experienced in her well-oiled twat before. As his cock rose and fell in her cunt she urged her hips in time with his thrusts until they were working at each other with express speed.
The constant rubbing of his stiff, thick dong on her clitoris quickly made her come .then again, and even again she shuddered in the throes of vagina emptying orgasms while he pounded her willing cuntlips, never relaxing as her hungry sheath clung tenaciously to the mighty cock it was trying to devour.
In fact, she achieved a record of five "comes" before, in time with her sixth, his penis jerked forth its emission of spunk up her welcoming pussy, splashing against the walls of her cunt's deep recess. Then with a groan of sheer exhaustion he collapsed on top of her cushioning body.
Later they adjourned to the trailer to enjoy further delightful hump exercises, but we must not forget that others were also not inactive so we now return to the respectable home of Frankie, Robert's adoring wife.
CHAPTER II
Cora and Jimmy had gone camping with Liz and some other friends and Frankie was, on the Saturday night that Robert first enjoyed himself with Janice, sitting at home waiting.
Promtly at 8:00 p.m. the door chimes sounded and Frankie let in Ken and Josie. Ken had brought a cine-projector and soon had it set up in the lounge. Then, darkening the room, all three sat on the settee. Reaching for the switch Ken set the film going. It was a film he had borrowed and none had seen it before-hence it was exciting despite the poor quality of the acting and reproduction.
It showed a man being picked up by two prostitutes and what went on between them when he'd paid his fee.
"Marvellous!" cried Frankie when the film was ended. "What a show."
"It sure is" grinned Ken, "I've got a hard-on like a telegraph pole."
"Well, show us," laughed Josie, so Ken stood up and facing them unzipped his trousers and pulled out his rock-like erection.
"What a load of cock," chuckled his wife, gazing admiringly.
"Tastes good, too. Fresh-made. Who wants to try it?" laughed Ken.
"May I?" cooed Frankie.
"Be my guest," bowed Ken, then moved forward as Frankie sat on the edge of the settee.
"Here, that's my cock-I own it," cried Josie in mock indignation.
"Ooooh, be a sport, sis, let's have a lick too."
"O.K. We'll take a side each but first let's have the wrapping off."
Ken obliged by stripping himself quickly. They both knew his body intimately but still felt pleasure in his heavily-muscled frame.
Then he stood between them and poking out their tongues they licked their own sides of his organ, moving slowly toward the bulbous knob at its peak.
The sight of the two lovely women licking his huge dick so eagerly delighted Ken, while they were not unhappy. Then their tongues were at the tip, tickling the slit and red, shiny surface.
So excited did they become, that the feel of each other tongues was so thrilling that this episode ended with Ken standing above while Frankie sprawled on her slender sister and their open mouths fused while they French-kissed each other.
Ken stood watching, excited by their licking and the sight of Frankie's svelte body on top of his wife. Then the women broke apart, laughing but nevertheless stimulated by their unsisterly conduct.
"Gosh, I feel horny" giggled Josie, as she sat up.
"Me too," echoed Frankie, "But we've only one cock to use."
"Dear ladies, I was once a boy scout and in accordance with their motto I came prepared for just such a contingency. But I had a heck of a job keeping Josephine from coming across my secret."
"What do you mean?" they chorused together and pealed off into shrieks of laughter at their unison.
Kent went to a case in which he'd carried the film and opened it. Then with a dramatic flourish turned and brandished a most realistic looking dildo. "This!"
"What is it?" cried Josie wide-eyed. "At least, I think I know what it's for but tell me what it is."
"It's clear to see you're no Lesbian, my sweet. This is a dildo. Actually, it's not a deluxe model. A real professional one should be long enough to fill two twats for mutual excitement. This is a single job."
"So I suppose you want to screw one of us while that one screws the other with that robot," said Frankie.
"No, I thought of something better than that," chuckled Ken as he walked towards them. "I thought I'd strap it on so that it was behind me. Then I could fuck you both at the same time, or rather alternately."
"Why, you inventive old darling," cried Josie. "Come on then, strap ijt on."
The harness was variable so Ken arranged the the straps like a jock strap, then stepping into the web of leather, fastened the belt round his waist. A further adjustment and the robot penis jutted out from the top of the arc of his firm buttocks. While the two females watched eagerly he tightened the various buckles until it was quite secure and not able to slip in any direction.
Then he turned and presented them with his profile. He looked really funny with his pricks, erect and ready for use pointing in opposite directions. It was one of the most unique ideas for fucking they had ever seen.
"And how, my dear husband, do you intend to operate this double fuck?"
"That I also thought of. It was rather difficult but I think I've got it now. I'll kneel in the middle of the settee and jerk backwards and forewards with one of you at each end."
"Kneeling would be best I think" chuckled Frankie.
"But ladies, who's going to have the real cock?" asked Ken.
"We'll have a competition of some sort," cried Josie.
"Yes, I thought you'd say that" laughed her husband, "and I've a good idea. Let's see who can take the most prick in your mouths."
"Oh, darling, you're a positive genius. We'll mark it with lipstick. My lipstick's mauvish and yours is red so we'll easily see who wins, Frankie. But we'll toss for first go."
Josie won so she knelt before her husband and opening her mouth slid it over his splendid brgan. She moved about in all sorts of ways until his prick was pressing down her throat. Tears in her eyes from nearly choking she clamped her lips firmly on the base of his staff, right up where it began, then, gasping she took her mouth away, leaving the red ring at its very hilt.
"Greedy bitch" said Frankie with a grin, then she too plunged down on the prick and, nearly asphyxiated by its probing length, just managed to equal Josie's effort
"Well, that's no use," said the now recovered Josie.
"I even thought of that too" Ken answered, and going to his case came back with a toy pencil-that is to say a child's pencil, more of a novelty than useful. It had the circumference of a dime and was 24" long.
"Before you tell us your idea let me tell you I'm not going to get lead poisoning up my cunt," snorted his wife.
"Ahah," he grinned, "Look. One end is closed-see how it's rounded-so no harm can come to you. Now let's see who's cunt is the longest."
Again they tossed then, Frankie won and she pulled down her briefs and crouching as if over a toilet, inserted the pencil into her vagina.
When it was as far inside her twat as she could manage, Josie knelt down and scratched the pencil just where it protruded from the lips of Frankie's slit. Then Frankie pulled it out, smeared by her cluntfluid.
Josie proceeded to do the same and yet again (to both gril's secret frustration) it was a draw, their cute cunny's were both just about the same size.
"Now what do we do?" laughed Frankie.
"I'll let you have Ken. After all I've got his prick on call any time-and anyway I must admit I'm curious to receive a cold-blooded screw from that thing," smiled her sister.
"Well, that's settled then," chuckled Ken.
"I vote we keep our clothes on" suggested Josie. "It'll seem more saucy if it's a blind fuck by a naked, husky male."
"Ken climbed on to the settee, then Frankie knelt before him her tits on the arm, her buttocks raised invitingly. Josie knelt behind him in a similar way.
"Now in order to get the position rght for an equal stroke one of you will have to be fucked first."
"Well, as I gave up my right, as your wife I think I deserve the first poke."
"Right sis," called Frankie, her cunt wet where, unknown to his wife, Ken had slipped his finger in.
Josie pulled up her skirt and, reaching behind her pulled the dildo into position, then slowly edged backwards. As her wet cunny slid over the knob she gave a squeal against the coldness of it. Then she gave a quick heave and the instrument was swallowed up in her horny, moist cuntlips.
"Ooooh, it's funny," she gasped. "So long and hard, yet so inhuman. But it's nice though," she added quickly.
"Right, now its my turn."
Ken placed his hands on Frankie's hips.
"You'll have to move back a bit, just a bit. That's right. God, you've got a lovely cunt," he breathed rapturously as her shuffling hips forced her cunt opening over his knob.
"Ready girls?" he called.
"Uhuh!" gasped Josie, her twat still impaled deeply on the robot prick.
"Mmmmmm!" murmured Frankie, feeling the heat of his knob burning just inside the opening of her cunt.
"Right-one, two three, FUCK!" cried Ken and plunged his prick savagely up Frankie's hot wet hole. She squealed with delight as it burst along her juicy crack slithered backwards from her clutching cunt. She changed her cry to a groan of rapture however, as her husband swung his hips backwards and the thing plunged forcefully up her aching cunt while Frankie had to suffer the withdrawal of the prick.
There followed a lot of shuffling as the trio settled comfortably into the rhythm of a delicoius fuck. Backwards and forwards lunged Ken, alternately causing shrieks of joy from his wife and sister-in-law.
The harder he went the more they shrieked and his hands were able to feel the smooth, satiny texture of Frankie's delightful ass as she knelt sub missively before him while his own buttocks hitting against his wife's trim dildo balls gave him a most perverse thrill.
He thanked his lucky stars for his inventive imagination then for Frankie's as she groped between her parted thighs and fondled his dangling sack, squeezing his balls just enough to keep his prick at boiling point but not setting off the spurt of his spunk.
The fuck-sweat was rolling freely off him now and the writhing of the two women was growing more frantic with each cock and dildo thrust. The roaring in his ears grew to a great crescendo with the build up of his climax when suddenly Frankie's cunt gripped him savagely and he felt as if his cock was stuffed up a vacuum cleaner.
His balls suddenly erupted and the boiling creamy seminal fluid spurted deep into her plunging twat. At once she came too, bucking for the last time as her spasm wracked her, and her cunt filled with thick come-juices.
Josie, thrilling under the screwing of the dildo, heard their gasps of relief and the very thought of her husband's sperm shooting up her sister's cranny so excited her that she thudded her ass back against Ken's and felt her cunt also spill over in a delirious "come."
Releasing the straps from his waist, Ken flopped back against the settee and his slackening penis flopped noisily out of Frankie's satisfied hole with an actual slurping sound.
The dildo still stuck up her cunt, Josie reached back and slid the prick out of her. It felt sticky but still deliciously hard. She gave a tug and the freed straps allowed it to come away from Ken's body.
With a giggle she twisted around and as Ken turned to see what she was doing she held the smeared knob in front of his face.
"Look, darling, see how this lovely prick is all smeared with your wifie's juice. Wouldn't you like to suck it?"
Opening his wife's blouse, Ken grasped one of her hanging tits as she thrust it further forward, then he opened his mouth and his lips sank over the knob.
"Ooooh, look, Frankie," shrieked his wife, "Our Ken's a queer. Look at him sucking this lovely thick cock."
Frankie twisted herself round, her legs falling open, one trailing over the edge of the settee, her delicious cunt revealed in all its rose-lipped beauty, and giggled at the sight of Ken sucking the fat prick.
"Well, darling, he's only sucking your pussy juice, really!" she cried.
"Yes, but he's got none for me to drink," pouted Josie picking up his limp penis in mock disdain.
Ken took his mouth away from the rubber cock and grinned at her.
"It's all up your sister's cunt-probably still hot-so why not get it back for her?"
"Oooh, what a marvelous man," giggled Frankie and urging her bared vagina towards Josie, egged her on. "Come on Jo. Suck it out. It's so nice and creamy!"
With a cry of delight, her hands fastened into Josie's hair for she had needed no second bidding and had buried her face in Frankie's twat, her tongue lapping up the moisture avidly.
She spent quite a while between her sister's legs, sprawled across the lap of her husband, her bare breasts accidentally pressing his prick and when she had at last licked Frankie's cunt clean they decided to have a drink.
Ken got a tray of glasses, a bottle of Scotch and some soda-water while the two women had fun un dressing each other and when Ken went back to the settee he was delighted to see them both sprawled back, their lovely legs loosely parted, and their lush breasts free for his eyes to gloat over.
Lighting cigarettes for all, he sank down between them and for a while they rested, dragging the smoke stirringly, deeply into their lungs, their lungs exhaling deeply before swallowing the potent liquor.
The effects of this and the close proximity of their hot, naked bodies soon revived their zest for their fuck party.
"What was that thing like?" asked Frankie nodding at the discarded prick which lay on the floor.
"Oh, it felt strange at first, but when I got used to it, and warmed it up a bit with my pussy, I enjoyed it almost as much as Ken's thick cock. The only thing wrong with it was when I came. I'm used to Ken splashing his sperm around inside and all I got was a continued hardness which felt quite dry really."
"I bet you'd love some juice spurting up you now, wouldn't you?" chuckled Frankie.
"Mmm. I'd say. Want to fuck me darling?" Josie gave her husband a loving look but Frankie nudged him.
"Ken, she wants a squirt up her pussy. Couldn't we oblige?" she added giving him a wink.
Ken looked puzzled for a moment then, following the direction of her gaze he gave a quick grin. As Frankie got up he put his hands on Josie's wrists and started to pull her along the settee.
Thinking he was going to screw her, she let herself be pulled until she lay flat on her ass on the settee then swiftly Ken picked up his ties. Before she was quite aware of what was happening, Josie's wrists were bound together.
Frankie dragged a chair over and Ken fastened the tie's ends to the cross-bar. Splayed out naked Josie looked up wonderingly.
"You don't really have to tie me up to screw me, darling," she said in a puzzled voice.
"Ahah! You're ready for a squirt of juice are you sis?" chuckled Frankie, and as Ken came to the other end of the settee she picked up the soda syphon.
"Wh-what're you going to do?" gasped Josie, her eyes widening.
"'Squirt this up your twat darling. It's cleaner than your old man's sperm anyway. I bet your crack's never been as clean as it is going to be soon. Right, Ken, open up."
With a grin, Ken gripped Josie's, lovely calves and tugged her legs apart showing her pink, wet cuntlips.
"No! No! Don't." she cried wriggling her body in an effort to avoid Frankie's advance, but sitting down beside her Frankie put the bottle between her legs.
Oooh. Oooh. It's cold," shrieked Josie as she strained to evade the thick glass bottle but Frankie dug her fingers into the folds of her sister's cunt and spreading the lips apart she pushed the nozzle in, but it was too awkwardly placed so she picked up the bottle and laid it on the horrified girl's belly.
Josie shrieked with the coldness but now Frankie was able to poke the nozzle right into her tender twat hole. A quick heave by Josie only succeeded in getting it further inside her, then Frankie pressed the handle and with a hissing sound a jet of cold water fizzed into Josie's terrified cunny.
"Eeeek! It's freezing!" she shrieked, then subsided in a state of confusion as she felt a delicious thrill from the force of the jet as if spurted all the way into her cunt.
Frankie and Ken were roaring with laughter at the situation and Frankie gave another press. Again Josie squealed, but this time with pleasure.
"You like it?" chuckled Ken.
"Yes, it's so odd," giggled the delighted Josie, "but what a night I'm having! First a fuck from a cold prick, then a squirt of cold soda-water to cool off my overheated pussy!"
"Never mind, honey, I'll warm you up" chuckled her husband and telling Frankie to untie Josie's hands, he settled himself on the floor and tugging his wife's legs around his shoulders so that her slender white thighs rested on them, he sank his mouth lovingly onto her pretty cunt and started to suck the soda-water back from her flooded twat.
His tongue lapping over her cunt soon had Josie wriggling delightedly and when he slid his hands up to cup her pretty breasts she bucked her belly up and down against his face with delicious abandon until the rubbing of his lips on her clitoris bud sent her writhing into a spasm of hip jerks which heralded her orgasm. Then, like a runaway train, she came .tossing and heaving ecstatically uttering groans and squeals of rapture until she finally subsided in a loose-limbed shudder of exaltation.
Frankie had watched the spectacle of husband-sucking wife avidly and now she thought she'd give them a show in return.
"Get yourselves comfy folks and watch me," she grinned, and picked up a bulky cushion. While Ken climbed up alongside Josie, Frankie fastened the dildo to the cushion.
Ken slipped his left arm around his slim wife, his hand slipping under her arm to cup one curvey breast. His right hand slipped between her legs and he poked a finger into her cunt. Josie used her right hand to fondle his penis, and her experienced fondling had him at full erection pretty quickly.
Frankie, meanwhile, had finished her activity and pulling a pillow over to the settee she placed the cushion on it so that the false prick jabbed eagerly upwards.
"Ready folks? Good. Keep up the fingering and watch this."
She moved so that her long tapered legs straddled the pillow. Her fingers groped down between her legs and pried apart the juicy lips of her slit then, bending her knees, she lowered herself slowly down until the bulbous knob was pressing against her hidden hole.
"See how it waits for me! Oh, this is a lovely prick with no smelly, sweaty man to maul me! Now watch. Ooooh, how lovely it feels. It's poking its way inside and it is so sturdy-not like that feeble carrot you're stroking, sis."
"Listen, Frankie, this piece of dong is as good as that thing any day and its got two advantages. One is it's hotter and the other's that it's able to give you a creamy squirt up your luscious cunt," chimed in Ken.
"Balls!" laughed Frankie and lowered her twat even more. The onlookers could see her cunt bulging out at the opening now as it took in the splendid organ and the sight of this sent Josie's hand working faster than ever over Ken's meat while his fingers were busy plunging in her crevice, fingering her hole, clitoris and overheated cuntlips.
Then Frankie really let herself go. First she sank fully onto the cock then, holding the cushion with her hands, she started to rise and fall on it. In and out it slid while her lovely breasts wobbled and swung in their heavy arcs of movement. Slowly her expression changed from one of glee to a more concentrated look as she began to thrill with the self-administered fucking.
Her watchers gazed in rapt attention as her ass rose and fell on the rubber cock and her breasts bounced alluringly. Faster and faster flew her hips and now her face was contorted with rising passion. Half her brain was lustfully excited by the cunt-filling prick, the other half was soaking up the erotic sight of the two naked figures three feet way from her lustily feeling each other.
Suddenly the cushion slipped and as it slid off Frankie went down too. Even as she hit the floor with her back her feverish hands gripped the cushion and pulled the prick back up the grasping sheath of her steaming cunt.
Then, lying flat, her breasts softening in outline, her thighs gaping open widely, knees bent upwards, she fucked herself into raptures of blissfully erotic abandon, her hands fiercely gripping the cushion as she plunged the ensemble backwards and forwards until she brought herself off to a screaming, body-shaking orgasm and collapsed limply on the carpet, her whole body relaxed and limp with her departed tension.
"Please screw me now, darling," hissed Josie. "It's my turn for your wonderful prick anyway, remember."
With a delicious abandon she flung her right leg upwards and as Ken bent his head, her leg went over it and down his back. With a tender smile he rolled on top of her as she fell back and sank his tool straight into his wife's loving nooky.
"You like Josie's little cunny, honey?" his wife queried as his face went towards her.
"As much as you like Ken's stiff piece of dick!" he gasped then their mouths met and for a long time nothing was said as Ken was too busy giving his wife her dutiful rights as she yielded up her cunt completely to her husband in happy surrender.
CHAPTER III
As I have already mentioned Jimmy and Cora had gone camping. With their father away, Frankie had told them she wanted to entertain Josie and Ken and they had seize the chance of a weekend in the woods.
They did not go alone however. Plump Elizabeth, no longer Jimmy's girl was with them. Her new boy friend was Bob Jones who we've met. Jimmy's partner was a tall blonde girl of fifteen. She had lovely long legs and was always keen to show them. Cora's partner was a new one too. With David unable to join the party the pretty thirteen-year-old had asked Jimmy to get her a boy. He'd chosen a class-mate, Roger Bell, a nice looking lad with a shock of fair hair and a really muscular physique.
He was in the First team in spite of his being three years younger than the rest of the teamand he was the idol of the class.
It was a great lift to a girl's prestige to get a date with Roger and if he took a girl's panties off she was really high. If she could finger his hard prick-well that was almost the ceiling-but only by his requesting her to allow his cock in her did a girl really attain the pinnacle of status.
It is small wonder that Cora was delighted with Jimmy for getting her such a date. He'd told her on the Friday evening when they'd finished their homework and she was so grateful that she squatted between his legs, pulled out his cock and sucked him off on the spot.
They had assembled at 10:30, the boys clad in shirts and khaki hiking shorts, the girls in blouses and shorts, their athletic thighs gleaming in the bright sunlight.
Off they went, each shouldering a heavy knapsack. They went through the woods outside the town, crossed farmland and came to the edge of a thick forest.
Roger, taking Cora's hand which thrilled her immensely, then led the party into the forest with which he was very familiar.
They had been travelling for nearly five hours when they at last broke through the dense undergrowth and found themselves in a delightful clearing. It was intimately small, caused or created by some odd quirk of nature, and its thick pile of grass spread over an area just about equal to the foundations of a middle-sized house. The final beauty was a small brook which flowed right through the middle, its water moving swiftly, with a musical tinkle as it disappeared out of sight amongst the trees.
The party were entranced by the beauty of the setting and with sighs of pleasure and tired relief they sank down on the rich green carpet to recover from the long hike.
They ate a sandwich lunch at 1:30 so now, when they had rested for a while, they set about preparing for their stay.
Two tents were erected, one on either side of the brook then the girls prepared a meal while Roger took Bob with him to gather firewood.
Our interest, however, lies two hours ahead of this and Cora takes up the story:
We'd finished eating and had cleared up our dishes and things when Roger produced his mouth organ. Soon we were happily lounging round the camp fire singing noisily. Up until dusk there were no moves with regard to sexual play but as shadows grew dark around us I saw Jimmy rise and put some more wood on the fire. Then he ambled over to his new girl, Hazel, and bent over her. He whispered something to her and she giggled but she let him pull her up.
Jimmy winked at the rest of us, then led the long-legged girl to the tent on the far side of the stream.
Bob and Liz had been lying quite close but now they wriggled closer and started necking.
As I watched I saw Bob's hand slide under Liz's blouse and as they started to roam over her sizeable tits, she clung to him. Then they too rose and wandered back into the shadows, out of the reach of the firelight. I heard a few squeal from the direction of Jimmy's tent and the husky laugh of my brother. The other pair were enjoying their hump privacy in a silence which was even more suggestive.
On the other hand I felt a bit silly. I was quite prepared for Roger to sweep me into his arms and rapidly shove his prick into me, but so far I felt he had shown me no interest so I rolled over onto my side and looked at him as he sat five feet away.
He seemed quite content to sit, cross-legged like some handsome but cold male statue, but as he heard the rustle of my movement he looked in my direction.
My heart beat harder as I watched his eyes. Slowly they moved along the white skin columns of my legs. Up they came drawing a tingle from my flesh as if hands were sliding along my limbs.
At the top of my thighs his eyes moved to the swell of my hip and again and again I felt a delicious sensation flooding my whole cunny.
Now my waist, nipped in sharply from my raised hip felt the caress of his eyes and as they drew upwards I urged my chest outwards so that the outline of my breasts was clearly visible, the sharp nipples accentuated, perhaps, by the flickering firelight as shadows raced over, and between my fir breasts.
I felt my nipples hardening under his searching scrutiny. His eyes played oer my tits for quite a while then swiftly swept up to meet mine.
My mouth felt dry and I ran my tongue over my lips to moisten them. He watched the pink tip thoughtfully, then again our eyes met and this time he gave an almost imperceptible flick of his head beckoning me nearer.
Slowly I pulled up my knees then, with my heart beating rapidly I moved towards him on all fours still with my eyes locked with his.
He was perched on a small log he had found and towered over me as I reached him. Then his hands reached out and gripped my shoulders and parting his legs he directed my motions between them until as I rose up on my knees my stomach was pressed against his groin and my jutting breasts were poking into his abdomen.
I thrilled as I felt the hard tip of his long, erect cock pressing against my belly and where my nipples touched him I felt tingles of delicious anticipation.
Then he spoke, his voice warm and mature, comforting yet stimulating. A gentle smile creased his eyes and played around the edges of his mouth.
"They seem to be enjoying themselves," he said, jerking his head backwards towards the tent where sounds of Hazel shrieking and Jimmy laughing punctuated the silence.
"Mmmm." I answered, adoring his quiet strength. "I wonder what Bob and Liz are up to." I giggled softly in reply, "They're screw-happy, I guess!"
"And what about us, my pretty little Cora? Shall we indulge in a little hump amusement?"
"I you want to Roger," I gasped, thrilled that he should want me.
"Have you brought anything?"
"Uhuh."
"Good. Where would you like to go? Into the other tent?"
"If you want to," I said, my breasts rising and falling swiftly against him.
"Come on then," As he spoke he stood up and reaching down helped me to my feet. As I rose he slipped his left arm around my slender waist and his mouth came down firmly onto my slightly parted lips.
As we kissed I felt I was soaring up to the clouds. This was better than David. Roger was kissing me, when he could have kissed any girl in the school. Then his tongue was sweeping forward between my teeth and exploring the depths of my mouth. I clung desperately to him, lest I should lose him and my own tongue rose to caress his in response. I reveled in the feel of his hard body clamped against mine then breaking the kiss he led me towards the tent. His arm was around my waist and for this support I was most grateful as my knees felt insecure and my emotions were so pent up I felt as if I was about to collapse.
Somehow or other I at last found myself standing beside him in the tent, then, as he let the flap down, shutting out the fire light, I was conscious only of the nearness of his body and the masculine smell of him. He had led me into a world where only the sense of feeling or touching had any place. Words were not necessary and eyes and ears were useless senses for, looking back I remember that from the time he kissed me by the fire until we left the tent not a word was spoken.
His arm pulled me back against him and then his mouth plunged down, his lips burning into mine and after the first onslaught of his kiss. I felt his right hand sliding down my back until it rested on the pouting swell of my ass. Once there he dragged my belly into his groin, and his penis seemed to be branding my cunt with its heat even through our clothing.
Then my back, nearly broken by its position as I leant back under him, suddenly lost its support and I fell back onto the rough canvass of the tent's floor. The soft sward cushioned me from the impact and as I sat up he knelt beside me.
Swiftly his hands pulled my blouse free at the waist, then as I raised my arms, he pulled it over my head.
My young breasts were swiftly released from their cups by his nimble fingers, and as he pulled my bra off without moving his one hand the other roamed freely over my torso.
The touch of his hot hand on my breast was almost too much and I fell weakly back, arms splayed apart. Now his hands were releasing the zip of my shorts and without any ado he slid them and my panties off my body with one sweep.
I was stark naked but for my shoes and white socks and I lay there panting and waiting while I heard the rustle of his clothes as he stripped.
I sensed his approach and then he was feeling my legs. I spread them as wide as I could and felt him climb between them, then the hot hardness of his body was crushing me against the rough canvass. He groped between our legs for a moment then I felt the smooth bulb of his cock pressing against my steaming slit. I bent my knees upwards, on either side of him until his knob was against the entrance to my soaking cuntlips and then he was thrusting forwards with that wonderful, huge stiff prick.
His lovely dong pushed massively into my young vagina and I cried aloud at the pain as it ploughed into me, smashing its way up and up into my cunt's recess, driving brutally against the walls of my sheath then he was in, his groin hard against mine and before I could cry again his mouth was on mine, his tongue forcing its way into my other hole.
The shock of his assault had left me winded but in spite of an ache in my sheath I thrilled at being possessed by his cock, lying under his body, my soft flesh rubbed by the rough material beneath me, my whole body subjugated to this handsome, virile youth.
He barely gave me time to grow accustomed to the feel of his dick inside me before his hands groped down the sides of my body and moved under to cup my trim half-moons. This movement caused his chest to press heavily on mine and it felt as if my firm breasts would be flattened for ever but his hot mouth on mine prevented my uttering any protest, and seconds later I had no thought for anything but his dick as he began to slide it backwards and forwards in my clutching cranny.
Little my little he increased the length of his prick's stroke causing the most exquisite thrills to course through my body as my juices flowed more freely, lubricating the tunnel in which his pecker was slowly building up to a full-power thrust.
Longer grew his thrust and each time our bushes met we gasped then his hands were pulling my ass upwards to meet his downward drive and, my feet firmly on the floor, I aided by pushing and straining my cunt upwards to meet him.
Soon we were gasping and grunting under the intense force of our mating and as he drove his cock into me my vagina caught at and caressed the rigid penis in a loving embrace while my arms held his face on mine and my chest and belly wriggled almost involuntarily beneath him.
The perspiration was pouring freely from our cock and cunt, making our locked bodies all the more sensual as our skin became slippery and we slithered about in a delirious ecstasy.
How long he pumped his dong into me I do not know but it seemed almost a lifetime before I finally felt the seeds of my womb shift and I clung to him even more fiercely, wrapping my legs around his back as I felt his pecker swell with the imminence of its offering of love juice. Then he came, jetting his fiery sperm into my hungry vagina.
We lay locked in each others arms for a long while with the shrunken bud of his penis still just inside the lips of my cunt.
As we lay, his lips moved exploringly over my face and I ran my fingers over as much of his body as I could reach while his hands were never still, stroking and feeling the length of my legs, teasing my arms, nipping my pert buttocks and moving tinglingly up and down my asshole crack.
I was beginning to feel my desire for his cock in my cunny rising again when I heard a chorus of voices outside calling us, and saying coffee was ready.
Roger instantly got up, pulling me towards the flap of the tent where a thin sliver of light pierced the darkness. I suddenly felt very naked and would have stopped to dress except for the pressure of his hand in mine and the knowledge that, he too was still nude.
The light, as we emerged, blinded me momentarily but Roger's warm arm slipped around my narrow waist and he guided me. As my eyes grew used to the light I saw the others looking at us. Jimmy and Bob were ogling my firm body, bathed golden in the firelight while Liz and Hazel were staring in dumb amazement and admiration at the Tarzan by my side. Jimmy and Bob were both well-built but Roger was magnificent with his bulging biceps, mighty shoulders, deep chest and narrow waist, slim hips and sleekly muscled legs and of course his prick was really the greatest!
I made a mental note to persuade Jimmy to join the local branch of the Y.M.C.A. where Roger had gained his superb development.
"As the initial members of the Adam and Eve Club of Wainston we insist that any intended members strip immediately," said Roger as we halted by the group.
With giggles and shrieks the two girls allowed themselves to be undressed, then the boys shed their clothes too. Now six naked bodies bathed in the warmth of the night air and the heat from the fire. Then Liz, her voluptuous body rippling excitingly served the coffee.
Cigarettes were lit and I inhaled mine deeply, feeling the nicotine rush into my blood stream to increase the beat of my pulse. With a sigh I lay back and Roger turned, leaned over me and began to kiss the nipples of my breasts as they pouted up towards him.
I should have felt embarrassed I suppose but Roger had won me completely and I knew that, of the three girls present, I had by far the best body.
Hazel had long, beautiful legs, but her shoulders were thin and her tits small. Liz was cuddly, fat and big breasted-but my body was perfect on all counts, well formed and firm and I reveled in the knowledge of this and the fact that Roger was every girl's idea of a man.
"Hey, you too, knock it off!" cried Jimmy.
"We did, darling, ten minutes ago," I called back.
"Funny! No, come on, sit up. We've thought up a new game and Roger was up late last night preparing it," my brother answered.
"If he's tired I haven't noticed," I giggled and sat up as Roger pulled his head away. "Anyway, pet, what game have you devised for us three innocent little girls?"
Everyone chuckled, then Jimmy went on.
"We've made up a pack of cards with a difference. This game, by the way, is for the good of the community, not individuals and everything must be done in public. We each draw a card and the one with the highest is served by the one with the lowest. The winner then chooses either the instruction on his card or the loser's and the loser has to do what the card says. O.K.? Two minutes for each go."
We all nodded eagerly and sat in a naked circle. Jimmy shuffled the cards and we each drew one. I had 32 and was in the middle. Liz, her tits bounding prettily as she cried with pleasure at winning, had drawn 51. Roger was lowest with a 2.
Liz's card said "Finger ass" Roger's said "Lick cunt," and Liz chose the latter.
She stood up, spread her legs apart and Roger crouched down. As Jimmy started his stop-watch Roger's tongue flashed out and lapped along the groove of Liz's cunt.
The plump girl giggled and shrieked delightedly, her body quivering like jeUo, her belly wobbling over Roger's doting head. But the idea of the game was to stimulate not satisfy and when Jimmy called time Liz's face was flushed with desire and Roger's prick was rock-hard.
As he went to his place I noticed how avidly Liz and Hazel stared at his tremendous organ but I felt no jealousy, only pride that I was the first to have it up me.
I drew the next lowest, Hazel the highest and she had me stroke and nibble her breasts, jokingly suggesting that it would make them grow. I quite enjoyed it and I was able to take almost a full tit in my mouth to suck.
Then Roger won and Liz crouched down and sucked his cock as he sat quite still. Liz certainly enjoyed that banana! Then Bob won, Jimmy lost and both drew "Suck cock", Jimmy looked somewhat dubious as did Bob, but both stuck to the rule's but without much relish and sucked each other off.
So it went on for nearly an hour, until we were all thoroughly hotted up. There had been a few 2 minute fucks but no one had come, and we were all sizzling with desire when we made a final cut. Nearest scores were to pair off and I had the highest. Bob levelled me. Liz won Jimmy, then Hazel was left with Roger.
The boys made us lie down side by side, then they mounted us together. As we had won, Bob and I were in the honoured position of the middle and as he plunged his cock about in my twat I was able to watched Liz's cunt being pummeled by my brother's dong while on the other side Hazel's lovely long legs were wrapped round Roger's dick as he rode her.
But naturally I soon forgot the others under the pounding of Bob's cock and when his face obscured my view with his mouth fastened over mine, I gave up my swooning self to the bliss of our most delightful frig.
Years later I sat up and saw the other had finished and had been watching us for some time. The shame I should have felt was non-existent and a wicked idea came to me. "Let's make a big sucking circle" I cried and darting to Roger, flung myself down and sank my mouth over his juice coated prick. Everyone thought it was a great idea.
Swiftly Bob's head went between my open legs, Hazel took Bob in her mouth, Jimmy plunged his tongue in her sperm-filled cunt, Liz grabbed his cock and devoured it eagerly as Roger closed the circle by returning his mouth to the pouting lips of Liz's wet vaginal lips.
Soon the circle was writhing and heaving as we thrilled to the lips on our cocks and cunts, and eagerly sucked and tongued the juicy fruits before our mouths.
Liz was the first to spend, then Hazel, then Jimmy's spunk was in Liz's clinging mouth. Bob and I came together, then Roger's sperm was gushing into my mouth, sweetly sticky and highly delicious.
We were all exhausted now from our hike and three separate orgasms had drained our energies.
With our bellies, hands and cunts, thighs and mouths sperm and juice encrusted Liz, Hazel and I went straight to our tent and lying naked side by side, a blanket pulled over us we went to sleep.
CHAPTER IV
Robert awoke slowly. His body seemed numb and aching yet what had happened? Slowly his memory began to work and the events of the previous night rushed thrillingly his brain. Swiftly he turned but he was alone.
He jumped up and went through the curtains but no sign of Janice. Coffee was percolating slowly, its soft bubbling noise mingling with the cries of the birds in the early morning sunlight. The table was laid for breakfast and a gentle sizzling drew his eyes to the stove where bacon was beginning to fry. Then he saw the note. "Am washing in the stream, please don't shave, your slave, Janice."
Grinning with realisation Bob rubbed his stubble somewhat ruefully, for, as any man knows a morning shave is both a nuisance and a great refresher. Then, in the nude, his body still stiff, he picked up the towel she had left for him, and stepped out of the trailer into the cool refreshing air of early morning.
The sunlight hurt his eyes for a moment, then, as they grew used to it, he saw the flowing blond hair of his secretary as she sat in the stream, her back to him some fifty yeards away.
He walked towards her and as he drew near she heard him and turned her face round. Her beautiful features broke into a warm smile and her face looked fresh and lovely.
"How the hell can you look so lovely, after last night's rough screwing?" he asked, conscious of his own bleary eyes and tired nuts.
"Come in and wash. The water's cold at first but it makes you feel as fit as a fiddle when you've finished."
He was standing on the bank, his eyes taking in the lovely body distorted though it was by the refraction caused by the water which was flowing gently past just below her shoulders.
Summoning all his will-power he jumped into the middle of the stream curling himself up into a ball and completely immersing himself in the icy cold water. Gasping he straightened up and as he opened his eyes he saw her naked white body on the bank.
"Here's the soap! I'm going to see to breakfast." She called and turning she ran to the trailer with the lengthy stride of an athlete. Bob watched her go, her hair flowing in soft long waves down her back, her tight buttocks rolling, not wobbling as her body flashed in the sunlight.
"How could such a lovely creature be so sexually perverted?" he thought as she disappeared inside.
"Still I'm not complaining" he chuckled to himself. Then he soaped himself all over, the soft water helping to raise a good lather and ten minutes later he climbed out of the water, glowing, refreshed, his body tingling from the icy immersion he had subjected his tired cock and balls to.
A brisk rub with the towel and then, a sharp appetite in his stomach, he walked back. As he entered the trailer he stopped.
Janice was stooping down to pick up an egg from a basket and he saw a beautiful sight. She was wearing one garment, a brilliant scarlet shirt which hung low, just permitting the lower curve of each white buttock to peep from underneath the hem. Her lovely legs were perched on high-heeled golden mules, the muscles were taut and beautifully firm while her beautiful hair hung down her back. A lovely contrast to the brilliant shirt.
As she rose she turned her head to give him a smile then the egg cracked, a sharp sizzle and breakfast was ready.
Passing into the bedroom Bob pulled on a pair of new tight-fitting and brief swimming trunks. The bulge of his compressed balls and prick were very obvious as she glanced as he returned.
"Mmmm. You are refreshened," she chuckled "Come on, darling let's eat, we must keep our strength up mustn't we."
"And keep something else up too," Bob replied. When the meal was over they sat and smoke and washed up.
"Let's go to the beach" he suggested when they had finished.
"Fine, and we'll take this along too" she said picking up a bottle of whisky. Then with towels, cigarettes etc. they went down the path.
She lit two cigarettes and handed him one, stainned with lipstick, her only makeup. When they had settled down on the sand the sun was warming the air swiftly and she stretched her arms luxuriously causing her breasts to lift and jut out hard against her shirt, the hem of which rose to the top of her thighs just hiding the junction of her cunt crevice.
His penis pressed hard against its agonising prison at the sight and nearness of her luscious twat. Then began their special loveplay. "Janice!"
"Yes Mr. Bend."
"I want you to suck me."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Suck me. Put your mouth over my prick and suck me."
"Don't be disgusting sir," she cried and started to rise indignantly.
He reached out and grabbed her wrist. With a quick twist he had it behind her back and was forcing her arm upwards.
"Ooooh. You're hurting," she screamed.
Up he pushed and as he fell back on the sand her body was forced round and down by the pressure of his arm so that her breasts were crushed to his naked chest, the nipples prodding like two red cherries through the soft material of her shirt. Pain filled her eyes and she begged him to stop. In answer he twisted her arm even more until she screamed aloud. Janice had aroused in Bob a sadistic side of his nature he had never been aware existed and now this side took over in earnest.
"Suck me, you cow," he rasped and as he twisted even more she nodded. Still with one arm behind her back she reached down and as he raised his hips she tugged the elastic band of his briefs. Down they went, and up sprang his penis, erect, hard and glowing angrily at the tip. He kicked off his briefs, then forcing her arm aroud, he pushed her down towards his mighty cock. She gazed fearfully at it for a moment then an extra jerk on her arm and her face was over his thick, stiff pecker. She sank her warm moist mouth over the head and jamming the cock between her palate and her rough-surfaced tongue she pressed down. He jerked as his foreskin was dragged back, then he heaved upwards at the loins. Savagely his dick broke the grasp of her tongue and plunged right in, until it was pressing into her throat. Tears streamed down her face as the breath was choked in her then he withdrew long enough for her to breathe deeply through her nostrils, then lunged in again. The hot breath on his prick, the clasp of her tongue, the smooth hardness of her palate sent unbearable thrills through him but he wished to do more.
She was crouched at his right side, his right arm held her but now he changed hands and with his left arm lying across his chest his right was free. He reached down and pinched her firm asscheeks, still ramming and withdrawing his prick in her mouth, then he tugged at her legs. Eagerly she moved around presenting her creamy cunt to his gaze thinking he would finger or even kiss her vagina. But he had other ideas.
Without any hesitation he pushed his middle finger between the cheeks of her raised ass and drove it savagely at the rim of her ass-hole. For a moment the muscles of her asshole held, then, as her whole body jerked with the pain, they gave way and his finger probed deeply inside her anus.
Her tongue batted furiously at his cock and her cheeks hollowed deeply under the aristocratically high cheek bones as she sucked furiously to relieve him of his sperm and so end the pain filled session, but even so, her own loins were trembling with the excitement caused by this brutal treatment.
Raising his head he now bit deep into her left buttock, she jerked but the digit in her anus held her firm by its very presence. Then he bit her thigh twisting his head sideways.
He still wanted to hurt and debase her even more and a rumbling in his stomache gave him a fresh idea. He withdrew his finger, and found a small pebble. This he pressed into her anus. Again the ring fought, again lost and the pebble slipped in to stay, held inside while the elastic ring closed when he withdrew his finger. He delved into her soaking crotch next and his finger soared into her hole. He felt the hard bulge of the pebble through the thin fleshy tissue which separated the two channels.
She groaned with dismay as his fingers in her cunt played with the pebble in her asshole pushing it higher towards her rectum. When he stopped she strained as if to defecate and force the pebble back to the ring. His fingers promptly moved it back up again. Again she strained it back.
Suddenly a loud rasping noise came from below and the cock in her mouth and to her horror her nostrils were filled to move her head away but his odor of his fart. She tried to move her head away but his vice like grip kept her arm doubled up behind her and she just had to go on sucking the burning rod while his odious smell made her want to vomit. Then a new agony filled her for now he was scooping up sand and rubbing it into the soft, tender lips of her cunt. She forgot the pebble and fart and love-stick as the new act caused her cunny to smart with pain. Then his fingers were stuffing more sand into her hole itself and as she contracted her vaginal muscles her loins screamed through their nerves to her brain at the gritty agony he was causing in the most sensitive spot of her body.
Bob had not finished yet, however, for now he plunged three sand coated fingers into the raging cunt and her whole body racked with the stinging pain. It was as if a hedgehog had got into her cunt and she squirmed madly, but her arm was still held firm.
Her pain had now reached a fantastic height and her cunt and asshole, which had so far failed to inform her brain to their excitement, now broke through the haze of painful messages clouding her nerves and with a great heave her inmost vagina orgasmed, gave up its seed and a sticky stream of discharge flowed down the fingers of her sheath, washing away the sand and easing and soothing the inflamed membranes as it gushed out.
At the same time Bob who had held back only by the skin of his teeth, came, and a hot stream of spermatozoa gushed up his cock and spilled out into her mouth. Its creamy substance was sliding around her teeth and down her throat in a slithery mass of juice that turned into oyster-like globs, which she was forced to swallow.
Gasping for breath she felt her arm released and she collapsed face down on the sand while Bob groped for, and prised out the pebble from her asshole before falling back exhausted.
Later she stirred and twisting around slithered up to Bob and kissed him tenderly. She gave him a saucy smile.
"And to think I was going to teach you."
CHAPTER V
Frankie stretched her luscious legs. Her firm but heavy breasts rose and flattened as she spread her arms. The muscles of her long legs tautened and the vee of her twat itched. She knew that sign all too well. She wanted some sex. Her body needed a male organ to calm its heat.
It was now summer and the heat was wonderful even at the present hour of 9 p.m.; her body quivered and flexed excitedly as erotic thoughts of pricks, balls, hands, mouths and tongues raced through her mind. But no man was around. Bob was in London, Ken and Josie were in France. Jimmy and Cora were staying with their aunt for the weekend, so here lay Frankie, gloriously naked at nine o'clock on a hot summer night aching for a screw or else she'd have to finger-fuck herself to the release she needed.
"Well, no man'll come to me so I'd better go and find one," she thought. She'd been unfathiful to Bob before, and he to her so she had no qualms on that subject. Her mind made up she rose and swiftly dressed.
A frilly white garter belt, dark stockings to emphasize the whiteness of her flesh, white panties and a white summer frock, with a plunging neckline to show the valley of her breasts unclad by a brassiere and high heeled white shoes were soon put on.
Then down to the garage, out with the car and by nine twenty she was speeding away from the small town.
At 9:45 she drew up outside the Longmorton Dance Hall. At 9:50 she was dancing with a tall, slender youth whose breath was sickly sweet and whose penis was inadequately long as she felt it nuzzling her belly as he guided her around the public dance floor.
But her object was achieved. A brawny, virile man of about 35 had seen her. The youth had reluctantly but tactfully allowed her to "excuse me" and Frankie soon felt the ridge of a full-blooded male cock being crushed against her belly.
At 11 o'clock the dance ended and Frankie, four gin-and-limes gayer, stood on the steps of the Dance Hall, her husky acquaintance smelling of masculine sweat, beside her.
"Like another drink?" he growled.
"Yes, I would, but where at this time of night?"
"I've got a couple of bottles at me lodgings."
"But what about your landlady?"
"Oh, that old bitch won't mind. It's none of her business what happens so long as she gets her rent."
"O.K., but just for a little while" she agreed, giving him a coy look which inflamed his already well-aroused sense of expectation.
So it was that at 11:23 exactly Frankie was seated upon the edge of a bed in a dingy boarding house, while her pick-up was busily pouring two large glasses of gin and orange.
"Not my drink really" he grinned as he passed one to her and stood looking down at her lush figure.
"Then why do you keep it?" she asked, taking the glass and drinking half of it at one gulp.
"Well you ladies seem to go for it, so it's as well to have some around."
"You mean you invite other women here?" she asked pretending to be shocked but at the same time feeling the haze of alcohol affecting her.
"Sure I do. There's never a Saturday night without some cunt drinking in this room-but" he added quickly, seeing the flash of anger in her eyes "none of 'em are as classy as you."
"I'm glad you think so" she purred "Am I really different from the others?"
"Of course you are, and you know it, and I know it."
"What are the others like then?"
"Oh all types really."
"And what happens when they've had their drinks? I mean what do they do?"
"Well, most of 'em 'ave another, then they get all merry and we 'ave some fun," he grinned, taking her empty glass.
"Oh, well I'll be going now then," she said and went to rise but he moved in front of her, blocking her way, and his hands on her shoulders, he held her pinned to the bed.
"You ain't going yet, luv" he growled. "You knew what you was coming here for and I know why you came so let's cut out the play acting and jest enjoy ourselves, huh?"
While he'd been speaking Frankie had been looking straight ahead at his groin which was on a level with her face. The large bulge fascinated her and the ache in her cunt had in no way eased.
"Why did I come," she asked, tilting her head to look up at him. His eyes glinted down at her.
"You came here for a bit of cock dearie, and I've got what you want. I've never 'ad a classy dame after me but I'm gonna enjoy this and so are you, too."
"Perhaps I am" she smiled at him, then, her eyes still on his, she directed her hands to his bulge. Casually she stroked the shaft inside his trousers, then she tugged down the zip of his fly. A wave of hot air enveloped her face, then her fingers were inside. He wore no pants and she soon had the swollen dick out and idly slid her fingers along its turgid length. She could feel the heat waves emanaing from the hard cock but her eyes stayed locked with his.
"Well, why don't you look at it, seein' as 'ow its what you came for," he grunted down at her.
Slowly she lowered her gaze until she was looking along the full ridged length of his thick penis. The foreskin had been pulled back by the swelling of the prick and the redness of the knob fascinated her. The tiny slit of the hole in the big head gaped at her when she squeezed the top of the penis, then a little globule of moisture trickled from it and ran downwards until it hung underneath.
A wicked thought flashed through her mind and her tongue darted out to catch the drop as it fell but at that moment he pushed her and she fell back across the bed. Swifty he pulled her thighs apart, growling "There'll be time enough for that sort of thing later. Right now it's not your mouth I want to fuck, but this." His fingers had fumbled up her legs and were now gripping the band of her panties. Eagerly Frankie lifted her hips and allowed him to slide her panties down. She closed her legs so that he could get the garment off. Then she pulled up her dress and opened her legs, displaying the wet folds of her slippery mouthed cunt.
Her knees were bent and her feet rested on the floor but as he moved in between her gaping legs she raised them as his prick pressed into her cunt, she wrapped her legs round his back. "You are a hot bitch, ain't you" he said as he rammed into her, bearing her body back onto the mattress.
"Aaaaah" gasped Frankie as his powerful thrust carried him deep into her luscious cunt.
"You like it?" grunted the powerful man.
"Uh uh" she gasped, thrilled by his brutal entry.
"Then screw, screw!" he panted and at once began to shove and withdraw his phallus. Swift to respond she raised her hips to meet his downward thrust, the force of which carried her back hard upon the bed.
"Oh, more, give me more" she panted, her hips jerking in a frenzy as they stepped up the rhythm of their fucking.
"I'll give you all you want you bitch" he panted coarsely, his buttocks rising and falling as he drove harder and harder into her wet and welcoming twat, while she tossed and heaved in the blissful abandon of her willing body to this massive prick which was thrilling every fibre of her being.
Up and down went his cock, driving her into a gasping delirium of pent up emotions.
Faster and faster writhed her hips, as she wriggled and panted in her cunt heat until they came in a blazing crescendo of passion, her womb opening yawningly as her orgasm seized her and his sperm gushed up his dong, fiery and fluid, to spurt into the craving depths of her vagina, hot and forceful, spattering the walls with hard blobs which clung to her inner tissues before sliding down to where his penis blocked its exit. She lay happily under his weight for some time then she felt him ease himself off her. Still she lay there, her hands at her sides, her legs still dangling over the edge of the bed wide apart and displaying the now red -rimmed hole from which came the slight dribble of their mingled fluids.
"Well, you're some lay and no mistake" he chuckled as his eyes roamed over her splayed out limbs and the sight caused his enormous penis to twitch and jerk, as if to rise again.
"Jesus, he's coming up again already" he said "It's the sight of your lovely cunt, dearie." . "Ooh, is he really?" she said, struggling to sit up.
"Well' he won't now you've shut the gate," he chuckled.
"Give me a drink, I need it" she asked, pushing herself fully upright. But as she stood up she felt herself swaying.
"I'm nearly drunk" she giggled tipsily.
"Good, now we're getting somewhere."
"You've already been" she laughed and as she did his eyes caught the rich ripple of her breasts.
"You've got quite a pair of knockers, ain't ya," he said.
"Much bigger than your balls, eh?" she retorted as she fell back to a sitting position of the bed causing her tits to bounce up and down.
"Yeah, let's have "emout" he said and striding up to her pushed a glass into her hand and without hesitation he delved into her gaping bodice. Swiftly he dragged out one rich glowing breast, squeezing the tender flesh almost cruelly.
Frankie, anxious to get going again, gulped the second drink quickly while he hefted her ripeness, savouring the delight of a creamy fullness so unlike the skimpy and saggy tits he usually mauled. Not satisfied by this however, he jerked her to her feet again.
"Let's have the dress off, huh" he snapped.
"Ooooh, you naughty man. Yon wan' lil' Frankie to take off her clothes?"
"That's the idea" he chuckled as she unzipped the side of her dress. Then with a swift pull up came the dress and as she threw it from her, her delicious breasts wobbled and shivered delightfully.
"You like me" she cooed, as she stood clad in only her garter belt, stockings and shoes. As he nodded in mute admiration at her lovely curves, she eyed him meaningly.
"I'd like to see you too, you know."
He waited until she was again sitting then he quickly undressed. She let her eyes roam over his hairy, almost ape-like torso. His shoulders while wide and powerful, were sloped down to long hairy arms. A deep barrel chest covered in a mass of black hair looked muscular but both chest, biceps and belly were overthick suggesting a once powerful body starting to go to seed. His whole frame was covered in black hairs through which the white skin gleamed obscenely.
From out of the tangled mat jutted his erect truncheon-like cock looking brutal and savage with its gleaming red knob and thick rigidity. Frankie quickly took off her stockings and girdle and as soon as she was completely naked he rushed her.
At once she felt his arms clamped round her back and she felt a slight wave of nausea as his wiry hairs grazed her soft skinned breasts but this passed immediately his mouth crushed her lips bruising their ripe softness and his thick tongue drove into her mouth. Greedily her own mouth and tongue returned his fury and they began to writhe and wrestle around on the complaining springs. As she writhed under his weight she could feel her groin being poked by his iron hard cock which would soon be ramming her cunt.
Gasping and moaning she heaved and jerked, her breasts mashed under his hairy chest. The tide of passion was sweeping them along deliriously when suddenly there came a loud knock on the door. Swiftly they jerked apart and as the bed gave a final creak the door opened and into the room walked a middle-aged short balding man who blinked with surprise.
"Oh, excuse me" he stammered as he took in the scene. Unabashed Fred grinned at him. "Whadya want Bert?"
I just wanted to borrow that book you promised me."
"Oh, the dirty one. I suppose you're gonna have your Saturday night jerk-off are yuh?"
Frankie meanwhile had remained lying naked on the bed. Her passion and the drink had left her completely abandoned and now she spread her arms leaving her gleaming lush body free to the little man's gaze. When she heard Fred's remark she giggled.
"He ought to try the real thing, shouldn't he luv?" Fred said grinning at her and pushing his hand between her legs and fingering her juicy gash. Frankie, her legs held obligingly open, looked at Bert and then a naughty idea came to her mind.
"He needn't have a book to read. He could watch us. That'd give him something to think about," she said.
"Yeah, and you could jerk him off. Wanna start Bert?"
"Well" the poor bemused man mumbled while Frankie shrieked with laughter at his confusion.
"Here, Bert I'll help you" she said and swinging her lovely body off the bed she walked over to the poor chap who gazed in fascination at her swinging breasts. Then while Bert continued to gaze at her heavenly curves, she undid his tie and shrit and pulling them off she then quickly unzipped his trousers. As they fell she tugged down his pants and his weak little body was as nude as hers. She took a quick glance at his four-inch erected cock then she placed her arms round his warm back and pulled his face into the luscious valley between her breasts. At the contact with her naked flesh he seemed to spring to life. His mouth nuzzled her valley then transferred to a pouting ruby nipple which she thrust between his teeth. His hands began to stroke her back feverishly, down to her lovely hanging buttocks and along her smooth, white ass.
"Here, come off it" exclaimed Fred "I wanna fuck you again."
"Ah right, Fred but let's give Bert some fun too," cried Frankie and between them they pushed Bert into the only arm chair.
"You fuck and I'll suck" cried the lovely wanton and without waiting for Fred's reply she knelt down and took the still amazed little man's stiff prick into her mouth.
Fred's hands on her ass directed her into the correct position for a dog fuck, then as she covered Bert's cock with her saliva and tickled its length with her tongue she felt the massive surge of Fred's weapon as he thrust into her wet groove. As Fred began to slide his prick up and down her cunt she kept time by fucking the small penis with her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked Bert's prick. Every so often she glanced up at Bert but his eyes were glazed with passion while he wriggled slightly now and then to show that at least he was still breathing.
In this way Frankie achieved a womb shattering orgasm just as Fred's prick started to pump its sperm up her hole. Startled by the groans and grunts Bert's eyes cleared and as he suddenly realized how real the situation was his prick belched up its load of semen and Frankie just managed to get her mouth away before the small blobs of watery juice erupted and splashed over her bare shoulders, trickling down onto one of her hanging breasts before dripping off her nipple and forming a dark wet patch on the worn rug.
Four hours and another fuck later Frankie was home again, happily bathing her still sperm dribbling cunt, satisfied at the result of her night's prowl.
CHAPTER VI
Mark had written informing Robert that he was taking a week's leave in London and would be pleased if Jimmy and Cora could spend some of the time with him. So on the Wednesday of the last weeks of their holidays the two teen-agers, or young adults as they really were, arrived in the great Metropolis. Both were startled and almost overawed by the enormous buildings, the chaos of the traffic and the constant surge of rushing and bustling humanity. After a day of sightseeing in Robert's car they reached the peaceful haven of their hotel rooms. Mark and Jimmy were sharing a room which contained a double bed and a single while Cora's room linked up with the men's room through an adjoining bathroom.
A quick wash, a change of clothes and down they went to dinner which was tastefully served. Then they went to the theatre. The show they saw was London's tame version of the Parisian Folies Bergere.
Once more back in the hotel the trio went into the larger room and drank champagne which Mark had thoughtfully provided while they discussed the show.
"Smashing" replied Jimmy. "You would" retorted Cora. All those naked tits floating around."
"Well I'm a man."
"Yes you are" said Mark. "And what are you, Cora?"
Jimmy interrupted "She's a hot-pantied little girl."
"That's not fair. I'm not a little girl and you know it."
"No" replied Jimmy. "But you're hot-pantied. You know, uncle Mark, she can't get enough cock up her. She's insatiable."
"Well you can't leave my cunt alone, so what do you expect."
"Yes," said Mark. "You two are the hornyest pair of kids I know."
"Perhaps we are," said Jimmy. "But you're a hot cock too, aren't you. We saw you with Frankie that night. You'd no sooner fucked Cora than you were stuck up Frankie's ass."
"Why you devils. How did you know that?"
"We saw you through the fan light" replied Cora.
"She didn't like it at first did she" said Mark. "But when she got used to it, boy did she screw."
Jimmy asked. "Why did you bugger her?"
"Because I felt like it."
"What's it like?" asked Jimmy curiously.
"Like a cunt after a while but it is tighter at first and you get more exciting feeling at times because it's rather off-beat, you know, naughty."
"What's it like for a woman?" asked Cora.
"How would uncle Mark know?" said Jimmy scornfully.
"Well he's a sailor. Perhaps he's had it up his ass. Have you?"
"Well, since you asked me, I have."
"But why?" asked Jimmy.
"When you've been on a ship for a long time and there's no way of relief you just use what's around.
"Then that makes you a homo."
"Not really as we simply did it to let off steam."
"Well what's it like" Cora persisted.
"The first time it's not so good because it hurts and partly because you're scared but when you get used to it you begin to enjoy it."
"That explains Frankie's behavior," said Jimmy. Yes and when she came to see me off last time she let me take her to an hotel and before she left she got me to fuck her in the ass again and that time she enjoyed it tremendously."
"Well I wouldn't like it" said Cora.
Mark answered slowly "I think you would really. You're sexy for a start and better still you're young and your muscles are loose. It should be easier with you than with a woman whose asshole is settled and rigid.
"I suppose I should be shocked and embarrassed sitting here talking like this, but I'm not," said Cora.
"And you need not be," Mark replied. "After all we know each other intimately. And any way what'll happen later would not be easy if you were shocked by any aspect of fucking."
"And what do you think will happen later?"
"I think you and Jimmy and I are going to have some fun my minx."
"Oh goodie, but why later. Surely it's later already?
"There," said Jimmy, "I said she had hot nuts."
"I know," said Cora. "I'll dance for you first,"
"That's a good idea," said Mark and Jimmy together.
"Right, then let's push these chairs away."
Up they got and cleared the space between the two beds, then as Jimmy sat on the smaller bed and Mark on the other, Cora switched on the radio. She soon got some dance music and posed for a moment, one hand behind her head, one on her hip and her feet neatly together.
She was wearing a white jumper and a red flared skirt and her pose thrust her young pointed breasts forward so that the sweater jutted out with a deep cleft in between her firm mounds. Her long slender legs tapered into high heeled shoes and the dark texture of her stockings gleamed excitedly in the lamp-light.
Then slowly her hips began to sway, gaining momentum as her body picked up the tempo of the music. From her swaying ass came a regular rhythmic jerk until the lower half of her body became completely possessed by the music's pulse.
She pushed her hands out from the side of her body and then slowly drew them into her waist and placing the palms on her small belly she started to stroke herself upwards. Up went the two hands until they were just under her breasts, then down they darted. She repeated this movement several times until finally her fingers found the edge of her sweater and with an exciting and provocative slowness she started to draw it up. First the creamy whiteness of her midriff was revealed and then gradually her bra cups each with its own firm fruit tightly concealed. With a final flourish she drew the garment over her head and sent it sailing away with a disdainful toss of her curls.
Then she spread her feet and her skirt fell in between her parted legs, the slender columns of her thighs being out-lined by the drape of the skirt. With a mischievous smile her hands went to her waist only to be pulled away again and transferred to the back of her neck causing her breasts to jut more fiercely at their cups, straining to break free.
Suddenly the garment fell away and the two men were able to feast their eyes on her two firm separated tits each tipped with a small hard cherry surrounded by a ring of brown. The bra dropped unheeded and Cora began to shake and jerk her torso making her exquisite titties lift and fall, swinging in an entrancing fashion.
Both the men had dry mouths and sweating palms and were eager to get their hands and lips on her swaying globes. Cora too, felt the rising of her passion under the stimulus of her wanton display. Swiftly her hands sped to the zip of her skirt. In no time the skirt had slithered down her legs leaving her figure clad in a pair of panties only through which the dark bush of her pubic hair was just visible along with straps of her garter belt.
Two simultaneous gasps came from the watchers and Cora permitted herself a little giggle. Then she moved her ass and cunt rhythmically. Still in time to the music she bobbed and swayed her way around the room. At one moment she stopped so that her breasts hung away from her chest, then she leaned backwards and her belly was thrust invitingly forward. Next a swift twist and a bent back thrust out her trim lush buttocks. Then she turned and moving her feet fractionally forward she jerked her way across the room, her breasts bouncing, her cunt jutting, her body shining with sweat, until she was between the two men, then the music stopped.
So did Cora. She stood quite still, her hands at her sides, her breasts heaving as she drew breath into her lungs. Then with gentle grace she pushed down her panties. With a slight rustle they fell in a pool at her feet and her pubic hair was revealed against a background of white gleaming skin. The straps of her garter belt framed the enticing picture.
As if a signal had been transmitted Mark and Jimmy rose and went to her sides. Taking an arm each they led her backwards to the double bed, then as she reclined on it, they lay alongside her. Each mouth found a nippled breast and sucked it while two hands began to stroke her glossy legs. As they reached the naked flesh of her thighs her arms went round their necks, pulling their faces into her creamy flesh. Her legs forked open and their fingers arrived at her soaking gash. Cora uttered a sobbing gurgle of delirious abandon as the two hands got to work on the sensitive clitoris and lips of her cunt. As the fingers pulled open the folds of her labia she raised her abdomen in an effort to offer more fully her precious crack. But the fingers stayed on the edge of her wet cunt, tantalizing her into a state of near frenzy until she was squirming and writhing in a frantic spasm of sexual excitement.
Suddenly she cried out, pleading with them.
"For heavens sake fuck me please, I can't bear it any longer. Please, one of you, Jimmy, fuck me, please."
Quick as a flash Mark unzipped his trousers and dragged out his massive cock. Then with one heave he was over the girl. As his dong poised before her ravenous cunt he saw the wild look of pleading in her eyes then with one fierce lunge he drove his penis into Cora's palpitating pussy.
She uttered one loud sob and then began to jerk upwards frantically, and violently Mark fucked her.
In and out her drove his fiery-headed prick and his belly rose and fell on the teenager's mound, while she uttered a series of choking cries and sobs until one final jerk of her juicing twat indicated the glorious climax she had arrived at. Two more quick lunges from Mark into her sheath and she felt the wonder of his erupting dick as he shot jet after jet of hot sperm into the secret recesses of Cora's lively twat.
"Move over Mark, it's my turn now" gasped Jimmy and as Mark pulled his prick from Cora's cunt he saw the boy had been active while his sister was being so well fucked. He had stripped himself naked and his huge young pecker was poking proudly out from his groin stiff and ready for use.
"Surely Cora can't take you yet" said Mark as he got to his feet. "Can't she," replied Jimmy. "You don't know my sister." He turned to her. "Do you want another hump, sis?" he asked the reclining girl.
"Mmmm, of course I do Jimmy. I can take all the fucking you two can give me. Oooh, I do feel horny!"
"It must be the champagne" said Mark amazed at the girl's reasilience and ability to absorb red hot cock.
"Champagne, balls," said Jimmy. "She just loves it." As he spoke he got onto the bed. "You wait" he continued. "If watching us gives you another hard-on, he'll want you to shove it up her as soon as I'm through."
Jimmy then knelt between Cora's legs and she grabbed his cock with one hand drawing it towards her spunk filled cunny.
"Come on Jimmy don't talk so much" cried the girl. "My slit is empty."
Jimmy sank upon her slender figure and as his chest mashed her tits she wrapped her stocking clad legs around his waist. When Mark turned back to the bed after swallowing a glass of champagne the two youngsters ware well away.
Cora had her arms round Jimmy's neck and Jimmy resting his body's weight on his slightly bent knees, cupped Cora's buttocks in his hands and kneading her lovely ass with his fingers was drawing her twat up to meet him as his prick pummeled the lush walls of her clutching hot vagina.
Up and down went Jimmy's firm haunches while Cora's pussy heaved and tossed under his battering, seeking to give him every delight as he rode her steaming saddle. Her well-controlled cunt clutched his prick, tearing at the foreskin as the drove in, and as he slipped back her erect clitoris grazed the top of his organ, while the vacuum of her womb sucked voraciously at his withdrawing weapon. The two lovers were quite oblivious of the watcher as they wrestled about on the bed. Their firm limbed bodies formed a beautiful picture as they remained locked in their tight embrace and Mark was thrilled as he undressed, by the vision before him. His penis limp and dropping against his thigh, was gradually coming back to life as he sat in the arm chair and watched the couple fucking away madly.
Faster went the hump tempo until Jimmy's ramming cock and Cora's heaving pelvis achieved a frantic pace. Then with a piercing cry Cora's voice echoed round the room.
"Jimmy I'm coming, Harder, darling, harder, ooh, ooh Jimmy I'm nearly there ooh yes" and with a final gasp she clung to him more fiercely and her whole body surrendered to the uncontrolled shudders and jerks of her womanly orgasm.
At the same moment as his sister came Jimmy who had miraculously held back his young semen until she was quite ready, let fly with the hot jets of sperm which poured out of his dong flooding his sister's womb with its pervading, sticky goo. Then like two tired combatants they collapsed exhausted and limp with Jimmy's softening penis still embedded in the tender twat of his young sister.
Seeing that the girl was completely satisfied Mark decided to save his energies for later. He sat drinking and smoking for a time before Jimmy blinked opened his eyes and came to full consciousness. Quickly he withdrew from the supine cunt of the girl and walked slowly over to the other bed. He took a long swig from the champagne bottle, said good night to Mark and crept into bed. In seconds he was asleep and the sound of his regular breathing filled the room.
As he had risen Cora had recovered her senses and had rolled onto her side. She watched her brother's actions, then as soon as he was asleep she turned her gaze to Mark.
A thrill of pleasure ran through her as she saw his newly erected cock and as his eyes went from Jimmy to her she sat up, pushing back her hair, a movement which caused one pert breast to rise higher than the other. To her delight she saw his prick twitch appreciatively. With careless nonchalance she bent one knee and touched the carpet. In this way her moist tender slit was again shamelessly exposed to her handsome uncle.
Slowly Mark's eyes caressed the tempting morsel so artfully displayed and with a private thought about the marvelous sexual capacity of the young wanton, he rose and placing a finger to his lips to indicate silence, he nodded towards the bathroom. Cora nodded her head back and standing up for the first time in an hour she walked slowly past Mark who was picking up his cigarettes, lighter and another bottle.
As he followed her he gazed at her jutting buttocks as they swayed with her walk. They looked deliciously firm, cool and tempting and the slender sweep of her back up to her shoulder took his breath away.
Her legs were long slender and taut as they perched on her high heeled shoes and his prick was again straining with throbbing intensity as he followed her into the bathroom.
As he closed the door silently Cora bent down and turned on the water, then as she stood up Mark went up behind her and slipping his arms round her cupped her lush youthful breasts. She leant back against him and he felt her soft girlish back pressed hard against the hard muscles of his chest. Although she was somewhat shorter than he, her long legs and high heels made the lower half of her body long enough for her asscheeks to reach the top of his thighs and their embrace was so close that his stiff penis was bent downwards so that he could feel it pressed along the cleft of her buttocks, rubbing against her asshole. They stayed like this for some time while his fingers played with the smooth contours of her breasts and her ass pressed against the iron-hard rod of his aroused pecker. Slowly he played his hand over her, stroking down the slopes of her breasts, exciting her nipples with little nail scratches, then running on over the lower swell of her hillocks and her nipples. Up again his fingers roamed, travelling the exciting path of her well-defined valley, before swooping down again to cup the thrusting firm pears, his fingers parting to allow a firm budding nipple to peak through, then closing to squeeze the hard cherry-like nipple.
Meanwhile Cora's hands were not still. They slid up and down Mark's firm muscled legs, stroking his flesh and sending tingling sensations flooding through his balls.
When the bath was full they climbed in together and with hushed voices they chatted merrily as they soaped each other's sex. Then Cora lay back in the water and raised one lovely leg towards her uncle for him to wash.
They both dissolved into paroxysms of mirth when they realized that they had been so intent on sexual matters that they had quite forgotten Cora's stockings. When their laughter had subsided she stood up and Mark quickly peeled off the clinging wet nylons and unclipped her garter belt.
Cora resumed her position and lifted her legs one at a time for Mark to wash. When he had finished she knelt up and he washed her hips, waist and buttocks and cleansed the inside of her cunt. Then her breasts, back and neck received his attention and all the time he was talking, praising her body and cracking jokes while Cora giggled and shook convulsively. He even lathered her clitoris.
When Cora had been washed it was her turn to bathe Mark which she did with great delight, all the time exciting herself and him with an account of all the things that had happened since they had last been together.
The only time Cora stopped talking was when Mark stood up for her to wash the hanging sac of his balls before soaping the massive prick which jutted so firmly from his groin.
Indeed she spent so long running her soapy fingers up and down the staff that he had to stop her, for her fingers were so sensitive that he was almost being masturbated into coming right there.
Finally they had lain in the water, somewhat squashed, side by side, with their wet slippery bodies making contact along their whole lengths, and had kissed. Gently at first but when Cora relaxed the pout of her rose bud lips under Mark's pressure, his tongue had edged forward and her teeth parted to allow the rough surfaced membrane to penetrate the hot cavern of her mouth. Her own tongue had risen to tantalize the intruder and soon hey were squirming frantically as their passions soared upwards. Then they climbed out of the bath and Mark's penis was so hard and erect that it seemed on the point of bursting, while the droop of Cora's lower hp, the smoldering fire in her eyes and the taut lift of her breasts showed that she too was undergoing a fierce flood of emotion.
They dried themselves swiftly, then they went into Cora's room. Gently Mark guided Cora to the bed and pushing her down so that her legs were over the edge, he pulled her lovely limbs apart. Cora sensed the thrill in store and placed her legs over his shoulders. As his lips brushed against the juicy lips of her cunt she dug her heels hard under his shoulder blades and jerked her cunt hard against his mouth. At once Mark set to work on her sweet offering. His tongue slid up and down her clitoris, then snaked its full length up her hole. Cora uttered a short gasp then her hands went to his head and pulled him even more fiercely at her twat, now dribbling with cunt juice.
At the same time Mark's hands reached up and grasped her swollen breasts, squeezing the hardened cones and tweaking her nipples. He continued to tongue her luscious cunt until she was gasping and writhing about on the bed in an agony of inflamed desire. Suddenly he stopped and Cora groaned. "That's the matter?" she gasped as he stood up.
"Nothing except I want to put my prick in where it's wet, warm and juicy."
"Then put it in my mouth" she panted, her legs crossing tightly and flying open again as she sought to relative the maddening itch in her cunny.
Mark climbed up onto the bed and knelt over her head, facing towards her feet. At once her hands came up and pulled his prick towards her mouth. Her tongue stabbed at the inflamed, hard knob and he held his position as she licked the slippery glans. Then one set of fingers began to play with the taut sac of his balls while the other started to slip his foreskin to and fro while she licked avidly at his scarlet knob.
Then Cora swung her slender limbs up onto the bed, her thighs wide apart and the cool air swept into her hot junction. Her hips started to heave and both her hands fastened onto Mark's prick endeavouring to pull his rock hard cock all the way into her mouth. Very slowly Mark leaned further over her body and he felt his cock go deeper into her hot avid mouth. Her lips and teeth nibbled at his sensitive glans, and as he reached a position of all fours over her, her hands clamped round his buttocks and she pulled his rod right into her mouth until his knees widened to allow her doting mouth as much freedom as possible to engulf his thick shaft, then he placed his hands under her firm buttocks and fell upon her horny cunt with his greedy mouth.
They spent a few minutes passively licking and sucking each other and then Cora dragged her mouth away to gasp "Let's suck each other off, properly."
Her voice came faintly to him and at first he wasn't sure what she had said but his doubts vanished as her mouth again gobbled up his rod ana she started to raise and lower her head, her hands on his buttocks pulling and pushing to get his hips working well.
Then they got cracking. Mark began to piston his rod up and down her greedy mouth while his tongue pierced the juicy lips of her cunt. Her clitoris was so aroused that he was able to nip it between his lower lip and teeth as his tongue plunged into her hole. This sharp sensation almost drove her crazy.
Her hips were heaving and jerking and her mouth gripped his cock tightly as he fucked it. Very quick ly he felt the semen in his balls bubble into a raging inferno. Cora felt her senses swimming as wave upon wave of delirious ecstasy flooded up through her body, from the foaming joint of her to the cunt nerve centre of her brain before sweeping down to her womb where the hair trigger of her orgasm was cocked ready to explode at any second.
Suddenly Cora felt the huge prick in her mouth swell and the first taste of hot semen slithered down her throat.
His rod continued to grow until Cora thought that it would surely burst as the sperm shot into her mouth. Then at the same time the orgasm in her womb started and as more and more sperm slithered sweetly down her throat her own creamy fluid gushed from the depths of her belly to run into the mouth of the man who was now sucking her cunt as a boy sucks an egg. It seemed as though she would never stop discharging and even after Mark's balls had given up their load, her cunny still poured out its liquid which he continued to drink with the relish of a thirsty man.
Finally however he drained her dry and her cunt felt sore and rough as his tongue finally left it.
Sleepily Cora released his shrunken penis from her mouth and feel asleep almost as soon as Mark rose.
He covered her with a quilt and then crawled into his own rumpled bed to follow her in much-needed slumber.
CHAPTER VII
The rest of the period spent in London was very gay. The trio spent each day visiting places of interest, eating in some wonderful restaurants, going to the theatre and indulging in wild sexual games at night.
Cora, as the only female for two stalwart males had a terrific time and she told them that the best time of all was when she was being screwed from behind by one of them while she sucked the other prick which at the best gave her a second injection of sperm, or at the worst enabled her to revive a limp hard-on, ready to fuck her as soon as her first lover had unleashed his load.
It was on the last night of their stay that Mark really proved himself. He had a lot of contacts and so at 7.30 on the Saturday evening, the three went up to their rooms after an early dinner to prepare for a party.
Mark and Jimmy put on pajamas and Cora put on the special pair that Mark had bought for her.
They consisted of a thigh length nylon top with shoulder straps and scooped at the front and back, and a little pair of frilly panties. Putting on top coats they left the hotel through a side entrance and clambered into a waiting car. Half an hour later they arrived at their destination, a tall house set well back in its own grounds from which came the sound of music and laughter.
The door was opened by a pretty maid who giggled as Mark tweaked a taut nipple which showed firmly through the nightdress she was wearing. Then she led them through a spacious hall and opening a door ushered them into a enormous room. What the youngsters saw quite shattered them. The room was full of noise, pepole and smoke. Music came from a stereo in one comer and pajama clad couples danced merrily all over the room.
"I never knew there were so many pajama styles" cried Jimmy.
"I thought you'd like it" said Mark.
Just then a buxom blonde woman strolled up to them.
"Aren't you going to say hello, darling" she pouted to Mark.
"Hello, Lucy" grinned Mark wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. Their mouths met in a heavy kiss then Lucy looked at Jimmy. Her eyes flew all over him and she smiled. Jimmy realized her interest and somewhat flattered by her admiring stare let her take his hand and they walked to the dance floor. Mark introduced Cora to their host and then she was grabbed by a young man and taken to dance.
For two hours the party went on quite normally, then someone turned off the lights.
Cora who was waltzing with a mature man suddenly found herself clamped up against him and his mouth fast on hers. She liked the calm experienced way his lips got to work while his hand slid in the tops of her panties to stroke her pert asscheeks. Her belly was pressed hard against him and she could feel the hard length of his prick against her bush. Suddenly the lights went on again and as their kiss ended Cora caught a glimpse of Jimmy and Lucy heading for the far end. As she saw them pass through a door she asked her companion where it led.
"To a corridor of bedrooms" he said "Why?"
"I just saw someone I know going there" she giggled.
"Shall we see where they went" he asked.
"Oh, yes" answered Cora and giving his hand a squeeze she hurried through the maze of clinging couples with her partner. As soon as they reached the corridor he pulled her into a dark room. At once his hand started to roam over her supple ass again while she groped into his pajamas and took hold of his penis. He pushed her panties down over her buttocks and with a shake she made them fall to her feet.
He swiftly propelled her to a long low divan and pushing her down he lay alongside her after first removing his trousers. As he slipped an arm under her shoulders Cora pressed her mouth to his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. They soon started to finger each other intimately and he pushed his fingers into her cunt and strummed her clitoris while she stroked his cock and tickled his balls. Then Cora clambered up and straddled his hips. Lying flat on his back his prick was pointing up proudly and with no waste of time Cora gripped it and drove her juicing cunt down over its head.
As he pushed into her he reached under her top garment and tugged her breasts down until she was lying flat on him. Then up and down went her ass as she fucked herself on his dick.
They came simultaneously and as Cora poured her plentiful come-juice down over his cock he gratefully sent jets of hot spunk shooting up her twitching pussy.
Jimmy meanwhile was stuck up the blonde Lucy's hole. She had led him into a bedroom and after switching on the light had opened her pajama coat and let him squeeze her heavy tits. Then she pushed down her trousers and telling him to sit on the floor she opened her legs and pushed her wet cunt into his face. His mouth soon found her large stiff clitoris and sucking it in he played with the hard little stick until she had practically exploded her cunt juice in his face. Then she sat beside him and licked the juice from his face.
After this she pulled out his prick and gobbled him until the spunk shot down her throat. As her tongue licked her lips free of his sperm, she led him to the bed and as they lay side by side she flung one of her heavy thighs over his hips and dragging his shrunken penis at her juicy cunt she pushed the head in and with incredible vaginal control sucked his prick into her hole.
As Jimmy felt himself being pulled into her his interest was reawakened and he began to squeeze and mash her breasts. Quickly his penis erected again and soon he was rocking his pelvis to fuck Lucy's twat with a steady rhythm until they were both panting towards their second orgasms of the evening, which came suddenly with shuddering groans and gasps. Then they lay spent, locked in each others arms, their bodies still bridged by the now small cock which remained in her wet clinging cunt.
Mark had also become sexually entangled. Two bright eyed girls who had heard of his reputation had latched onto him and had staggered along the corridor looking for an unoccupied room. They soon found one and the trio fell on the bed in a giggling confusion. Mark sat up and two pairs of hands delved into the opening of his trousers and pulled out his prick while he placed an arm around each girl and slipped his hands under their garments. He soon had a swollen breast in each palm and as he fondled them the two girls kissed him, their mouths moving all over his face. Then they undressed him and then themselves, and flaunted their naked pussies enticingly before him. Soon they were on the bed again, one on either side of him. He quickly pulled the legs of one of them apart and groped between them. She pulled over him and after a few jerks he was stuck up her.
He lay flat on his back with the girl on top of him and the second girl crouched over them and brought her long wet gash down onto the mouth of her friend.
In spite of this somewhat unusual position they soon found their climaxes coming and when Mark's prick was suddenly bathed in a creamy come from the girl's cunt, he sent a jets of spunk deep into her vagina.
The one on top, hearing the groans and gasps and thrilled by her friend's doting tongue soon spilled over too, dribbling out of her snatch.
It had been a far from strenuous exercise for Mark, so with the aid of the unfucked girl's mouth he soon achieved a hard-on and then she crouched over him and rode her clinging sheath up and down his cock until they had both come and the second girl's cunt was also filled with Mark's sperm.
Later, when they returned to the ball room they found the lights full on, but everywhere nude or semi-nude couples were engaged in making love.
Glancing around Mark noticed Cora impaled on an elderly man's finger while she fondled his limp penis. Unable to revive it, she looked around and saw a rather aged woman being fucked by a young man. Quickly she dashed over and as soon as the youth saw her young nubile figure, he hammered harder at the old crone's crack and quickly sent her off into a shattering come.
Holding himself back he was thus able to confront Cora with his stiff erect phallus. Quickly the little minx put her arms round his neck and swung her legs up around his waist so that she hung suspended with her hips on his and his hands under her lovely, full asscheeks.
A passing man casually noticed the prick jutting out under Cora's crevice and her wriggling movements as she sought to over it with her cunt, so almost without pausing, he pushed the prick upwards until it was in the proper position.
Sinking down onto the strong cock Cora joggled about, up and down and the man, still standing, let himself go and shot his load up her sheath. She too came, and then they collapsed in a heap on the floor.
And so it went until with all enjoying one of the wildest hump-festivals ever, until at dawn the party broke up. Later that day three weary people bade their farewells at the station. Mark went back to his ship, and Cora and Jimmy had to go home.
PART TWO
CHAPTER I
The white crisp sleeveless blouse she wore did nothing to distract from the firmly mounded twin thrust of her high breasts while her brassiere cups could not conceal the thrusting buds of her nipples. A tight wide leather belt encased her delightfully slender waist while the pleated skirt flared out from under its confines, over smooth, rounded hips and cascaded down to just below her knees; from under the hem of the skirt two long elegant calves ended by tapering into neat ankles and tiny feet clad in soft black high-heeled shoes. Her blonde hair was done crisply, tied in an attractive bun at the back. Her face was pretty, almost beautiful, but her lips were sensuously large. Her smile was generous, the ripe lips pulling back to disclose two rows of even white teeth. In total she was a picture of cleanliness and attraction.
"Do come in, Mr. Cranley," she invited. "I'm so glad you could call."
"As a matter-of-fact I have just rented a bungalow some 200 yards from here," I grinned, 'and not knowing anyone, I was pleased when my partner called me from Los Angeles telling me of your enquiry.' She led me from the hall and into a spacious modern lounge. She mixed two drinks, then seated herself in an armchair opposite mine, crossing her elegant legs with enticing rustle of underclothes. I pulled my eyes from her lovely limbs and dragging them up her body, met hers, which were glinting amusedly.
"To come straight to the point, which I always do, I've heard of your reputation and I would like you to help me. I have more money that I'll ever need, so your fees and expenses are a secondary matter. My concern is with my sister. You see we are alone in the world and I have a strong feeling she is heading for some trouble and I want to prevent this if I can.
To summarize her sister was fucking around with a pretty rugged character, and only while only seventeen, she was lacking discretion. As my job merely entailed keeping a watch on things, and since it meant seeing a lot of Lola, my client, I decided to take the case. 'After all why not combine pleasure with business?' I thought little realising the degree of work ahead. When all was settled, I left, promising to return for dinner and to meet Delia, the hump-mad teen-ager.
I entered my bungalow stripped, unpacked, and took a shower then donning a pair of shorts I walked the ten yards along the path that separated my bungalow from the beach. The afternoon sun was blazing down and I found I was soon asleep. I woke with a start-kneeling beside me was a cute bundle of some fourteen summers. Swiftly my eyes took in the two lovely titties as they hung down into the cups of her bikini top.
'Mr. Cranley?' she giggled.
'Yeah,' I said, easing myself up, and at the same time giving her a quick once-over. Slender and young, I thought.
"My sister asked me to call and say she'll be along about seven to get the bungalow ready."
'Oh your Miss Carter's ssiter?' I was surprised.
'Oh, no. I'm Miss Iris's sister-your maid while you're here."
"Maid?" 'Yes, there's one for each house,' she giggled 'Can I come in and start to dust round before Vivienne come. Oh, by the way, I'm Connie."
'Okay kid," I grinned and jumping up I led the way in. She was a cute bundle of youthfulness, with a fuckable little figure, and she hummed merrily as she flitted about the lounge tidying and dusting my temporary dwelling. Two or three times while I was mixing a drink or digging out my clothes for the evening I noticed her glancing in my direction, but I found it hard to reconcile her lascivious looks with her age.
Eventually, I went back into the shower and had a good cold spray. I stepped from the shower closet, which was in the bathroom, rubbing my face and hair with a towel: the rest of my body was nude. The first indication I was not alone was an appreciative "Yummy!"
Swiftly I dropped the towel to cover my cock and balls and found Connie standing five paces away, her eyes gleaming with admiration. 'What are you doing here?' I croaked, my face reddening with embarrassment at having been exposed to the gaze of one so young. "I came in to clean" she said sweetly.
"Surely you knew I was here? I said more firmly.
'Perhaps,' her eyes and voice more bold.
'Well, why did you come in then?' I demanded.
To see what you looked like,.' she purred.
'What,' I gasped but my mind flew back to the Dresser case, when I'd met four devoted and quite cock-crazy 13-year olds.
"Well, I wondered if a man's thing looked any different than a boy's,' she giggled, and moved her supple, scantily clad body one step closer. 'You see,' she added before I could think of what to say, 'I've seen boys before but never a grown man."
I was at last overcoming my confusion and beginning to like the prospect offered by the presence and obvious admiration of this delightful youngster. I noted at once the provocative thrust of her small, high breasts and again, with more intent this time, the way the narrow strip of the lower half of her bathing suit showed the flat boyish stomach.
(Here, perhaps, I'd better explain that in the matter of cunt, I have no scruples. My philosophy is simple. If it is offered, take it-when it is desirable. If you don't some one else will, so there need be no feeling of guilt over a female's age."
"Okay, kid," I grinned, 'at least we know where we stand."
"Oh no, Mr. Cranley,' she suddenly tensed, "I never done anything but look, ever, and then the boys didn't know."
'I see,' I smiled. 'Well, would you like to do more than look?"
T ... I ... I don't know really. I've heard it's awfully painful to go ... all the way."
"The first time it is. Really a girl needs a little bit of playing with before she goes the whole hog. Perhaps you'll let me oblige you sometime," I added, with a mock bow.
"Oh, Mr. Cranley, that would be swell," she added, her eyes growing bolder. "Sure kid, but not in here.
Run along to the bedroom while I finish off in here." In a flash of long white legs she ran from the bathroom. I combed my hair, discarded my towel, and walked into the hall.
"Excuse me," chuckled a rich feminine voice and for a moment I stopped-then I sprang back into the bathroom and grasped the towel again before moving back into the hall. Vivienne Iris, for it was she who had spoken, was waiting in the hall, a large grin on her pretty face. For the third time I faced foreign female territory with an exposed cock.
Vivienne was a striking girl. She wore a closefitting dress which clung to the lovely contours of her body, which was absolutely lush. Her figure statistics were, I learned later, 41, 26, 38-and as she was a tall girl there was little in the way of loose flesh about her. Her big breasts were high and thrusting with an enticingly deep valley between them. Her hips were superbly shaped, rounded as if from the mould that had produced Monroe and Mansfield. Her legs were strong and heavy but still in perfect proportion with the rest of her alluring form. My immediate reaction was "Built for comfort and not for speed.
"You could find I'm built for speed, too, Mr. Cranley if you tried." The deep huskiness of her inviting voice made my spine tingle.
"You a mind reader?" I chuckled.
"Oh, I've heard it all before and don't doubt I wlil again," she said, laughing.
"You've no inhibitions, have you," I stated.
"I kind a like humping, and well, if someone else does and I like him, why waste time?"
"Why indeed?" I grinned and made to move towards her. Her mouth began to part and her arms moved upwards towards me. Her eyes were deeply brown and inviting-and then the phone rang.
"Damn," I croaked as I lifted the receiver.
"Mr. Cranley, this is Lola Carter. Delia's not coming in for dinner so I thought I'd let you know. However, I'm free this evening if you'd care to come." Did I sense a hidden meaning. I looked swiftly at Vivienne-hell, she'd be on hand later anyway and it really wouldn't do t oget on the wrong side of my employer.
"Sure, when can you give me further details."
"Like what?" She sounded arch.
"We'll discuss that later. See you in fifteen minutes."
I hung up. "Mr. Cranley, do you want me to sleep in?"
"Part of the service" I grinned. "Sure, and no charge for other extra services if needed."
"Are they available?"
"Yes and exclusive to you for as long as you wish," she giggled merrily. "I'll take a raincheck," I chuckled and went into the bedroom to find the windows open where Connie had slipped out. Ten minutes later I left, dressed in a grey suit and fifteen minutes after that Lola and I were drinking cocktails.
After dinner, served by a maid who did not live in, we adjourned to the terrace for a quiet drink. We were now on first name terms. As we sat in silence sipping our Scotches on the rocks, my eyes roved over my companion.
She sat two feet away from me on a wicker settee, clad in a white silk dress which covered her modestly, but clung so well that it revealed almost all, right down to her pussy hairs. Suddenly her head turned towards me, a roguish smile playing round her eyes and lips.
"You like what you're looking at she said quickly.
"Well, the promise is there, but what of the fulfillment?" I teased. "Nick, you're quite a guy; you don't waste time, do you?" she cooed.
"Life's too short. Anyway my question, please?"
"Like to try and judge for yourself?"
"Sounds a good idea."
"Mary leaves in ten minutes," she said softly, and, reaching out her hand she clasped mine. "It's been quite a long time, Nick, too long really."
"Like to tell me?"
"Oh the usual story. He left me for some unpainted tramp and I got a divorce."
"I'm sorry."
"I'm not. He was a selfish swine anyway."
"Lola, it's only fair to let you know I'm not on the market."
"Nick, my dear, I know. You're not the marrying kind. I'm not a sentimental schoolgirl, either. If two people are attracted they don't have to marry to enjoy themselves-and anyway screwing is more fun if it's a little dangerous." Her voice was quite sincere. For a while we sat in the happy silence of mutual understanding then Mary called goodnight to her mistress and left.
Silently Lola rose and keeping her hand in mine led me into the darkened house. She opened a door and led me in. Closing it behind us she clicked on the lights. Soft table lights glowed round us as we walked towards the long wide divan.
"Undress, Nick, she whispered, her breath coming quickly, and wishing to please her, and understanding that she might well be embarrassed, I turned my back as I stripped. Then I heard the rustle of the bedclothes and as I turned, one slender white arm went out and the lights clicked off.
"I'll be less embarrased after the first, time" she whispered softly-then I was sliding in beside her and her smooth arms were closing round my neck and her silken body was pressed against me. Hungry, open lips found mine and with a groan her tongue flew into my mouth searching with a feverish intensity for my own. As our mouths writhed and parted and our tongues danced delightfully in a passionate duet I drew one hand slowly and caressingly down her back until my fingers curved round arc of her warm, pliable asscheeks. Pausing just for a second to squeeze the warm flesh it moved on down the back of her thigh to her knee junction. Softly, I moved my fingers over her leg until they were clasped over the front of her knee, then, softly squeezing her creamy smooth thigh I moved my hand searchingly upward.
Her skin had the texture of silk and was a delight to touch, but with greater pleasures ahead I did not linger in one spot. My hand crept nearer to the top her leg and as I reached her cuntlips she dragged her mouth from mine, emitted a soft groan and rolled onto her back; at the same time she spread her lovely thighs apart making free of her soft inviting pussy that nestled between her creamy thighs. As my fingers touched her hot cunny she gave a sudden jerk and dug her nails into my hand. 'Don't wait. Nick, do it now, please," she implored. 'I feel like a virgin. Oh, darling, now.' Her voice tailed off in a groan as I heaved myself up and moving over, spread my body on hers. My chest descended on the tender mounds of her breasts, flattening all except the firm prodding nipples and as our bellies touched her loins heaved upwards offering my stiff dick sanctuary of her tender moist vagina.
My penis in its turn, found her sweet hole, and with a sigh of pure ecstasy from Lola, I forced my rigid length past the quivering lips of her cunt, and on into the grasping clutches of her cunt's cavern. On and on I thrust pushing aside the efforts of the unused walls as they sought to impede my progress. Her slender arms clung fiercely round my back. Her hot mouth sought mine in a frantic desire to fuse our bodies in all ways and she brought up her silked limbs to grip me in a desperate vise-like clutch lest I should remove my ramming prick which was completely filling the aching hole inside her. I did not stop my progress until the full length of my penis was embedded in her twat, then, our groins clamped fast, I lay still on her, reveling in the fierce grasp of her cunt.
We must have lain like this for some minutes while she enjoyed to the full the feel of my good sized dick inside her-then I felt the tension flow from her and her arms and legs slackened their hold on my body and, as her tongue retreated from my mouth, she pressed a full-lipped tender kiss on my mouth.
'Oooh darling,' she drawled, as our kiss ended, T can't tell you how wonderful you feel to me, your hard body smothering mine, your muscled flesh so firm and your cock inside me."
'Honey,' I whispered, 'Your pussy feels good to me too.
'I must have been saving myself up just for you Nick,' she murmured happily. 'And I just know I'll go off soon."
'Lola, you and me both,' I whispered.
'Come on then darling,' she urged. 'Ride .me all the way there and back.' 'And back again,' I grinned, but at the same time I eased myself off her and felt her vagina tense as if to stop my slow withdrawal. Fiercely, it dragged at me as I pulled back, then, as only my knob remained inside her she gave a squeal and we were both galvanised into action. Straight into a furious fucking heaving rhythm we tore, her cunt rising to meet my cock and being driven back to the bed under the pressure of my downward thrust as I drove my dong into the deepest parts of her lovely cunt. In seconds, or so it seemed, she was coming and with a cry of joy her whole body seemed to rise to meet me and then collapsed upon the bed, spent and satisfied.
My penis, bloated to its fullest proportions, continued to jab at her moist hole for a couple of minutes of complete mastery then, with a haze of red misting my brain, I discharged into the welcome receptacle of her vagina. The hot spurst of spunk caused her to groan once more as the fierce ejaculation shot into her, streaming along the hidden channels of her pussy.
'Oh, Nick' she gasped, as the relief of our orgasms flooded our senses. How wonderful. I'd almost forgotten how good it can be to have a manand you're some man!"
'Honey, I guess we both enjoyed it,' I grinned, and then sensing my weight was no longer a pleasure around her I rolled over. As my shrunken prick left her, I felt her legs clamp together as if to keep my sperm inside her, and investigating with my foot, I found her feet crossed as only a satisfied woman will cross them after fucking.
While I was enjoying the delights of Lola's cunt, events had been taking place which have a strict bearing on the case. As I was not present at the time I must write of these events, in the third person.
The scene was an office in town, in the firm of Henry Masters, a 57-year old business man. It contained only one chair, a wide desk with a swivel chair behind it, and, of course a deep, rich-piled carpet. Masters short, bald and and fat sat in the swivel chair, Delia in the armchair in front of the desk and Delia's boyfriend Jason Kruger stood looking at Masters. Kruger was a typical beach-Romeo type. Bronzed, handsome, and powerfully, he smiled at Masters.
'Please Mr. Masters. You've got to put the deal through Hell, it means a quarter of Million bucks.
"You seem to be very hasty." 'You know why."
'Of course, dear boy, don't panic-but there is something you must do first." 'What's that?'
'Persuade the lady to take part in trio act. You know what I mean.' 'Okay, its a deal."
'But Jason, I'm only yours,' cried Delia, her massive tits heaving in despair as she heard her own lover agree to use her body to gain his own dark ends.
'Shut up, snarled Kruger, a mean, secret sneer crossing his face.
'Jase boy' smiled Masters, after all we want your friend to be happy about this. Now my dear, you need not fear that I wish to poke my prick up your pretty little cunny. That may remain Jason's exclusively. I just want you to enjoy Jason and give me a little pleasure at the same time. Now, after all, with so much at stake. That's not unreasonable, is it?'
'But I don't understand' whispered Delia.
'He means, simply, that while I fuck you, you must please him. Don't make me angry or I'll get a more willing partner and you can go to hell,' snarled Kruger violently.
'But, Jason, darling, you wouldn't ... ' Delia was amazed and shocked.
"Try me."
'Oh,' This was the first time Delia had seen Jason in such a mood. Don't worry my pet. I think you'll enjoy it, and anyway, you'll have Jason's prick up your cunt to please you."
'We. .ee. .ll, I suppose if it means so much, O.K."
"There's a good little girl. Now suppose we undress" said Masters, and suiting the action to the words, began to remove his clothes carefully, placing them neathly on the desk.
Jason took no time in taking off his clothes and when both men were naked Delia had only her pink garters and nylons. As she made to remove them, Masters stopped her. She looked absolutely splendid as she stood straight, letting the two men gaze at her. Her black hair cascaded in rich waves down her back, out of their sight, but they did not worry, her front view was too good to complain.
For so young a girl her breasts were magnificent. They thrust out full and proudly from her chest like two huge melons. Her nipples were big as cherries and erect under their admiring gaze. For the rest her belly, hips and legs were all slim and supple-her legs still retaining a certain lengthiness usually called legginess in juveniles. From her mound rose a small but thick bushy crop of jet black curls which enhanced the creamy fairness of her skin. Hidden beneath the pubic hair lay her lush vagina, Delia tensed at the lewd gaze she was receiving but she was young and madly in love with Jason, who, at 25, had enjoyed every hump experience that most only dream of.
'My, my, what a beauty you have, Jason,' chuckled Masters, an action which caused his paunch to tremble revoltingly. From beneath his rolls of fat his penis stood up erectly-but it had decreased considerably in length from its earlier days. 'Come here, my dear, and let me see if those blooms are really yours."
Delia approached him nervously and as his hands came towards her jutting mounds of flesh, she hesitated.
'Now now, Delia, don't be afraid. Let me feel those breasts,' crooned Masters, placing his hands on her youthful rotundities. He just stood meekly as his hands savoured the delightful globes, squeezing the resilient flesh gently, pressing them together, pulling her nipples a little and finally sucking each for a brief second.
'Now Jason,' he chuckled, his hands still fondling Delia's lush curves, 'suppose you sit down. That's right my Delia, what a truly great prick your boyfriend has. It must give you a great thrill to have that monster inside you. Now you sit on his lap, my dear."
The naked girl complied and at once felt a warm thrill at the warm contact with her lover's body-particularly where his cock was pressing underneath her twat and lying along the length of the folds of her flesh that protected her cunthole.
'Now, slip it into her, Jason. Come on, little one, let him put his cock you."
Delia wriggled her hips slightly backwards until she felt the tip of Jason's rod at her moist hole, then, wrapped her arms round his naked back. Thrusting her hand breasts against his chest she groaned in ecstasy as she moved forwards again and his enormous tool dug into her tunnel of love. At once she started to wriggle her hips but Masters reached down and grasped her hair. 'Not yet, just let him get inside you' he rasped, his voice a trifle hoarse at the erotic scene before him. Delia would have gone on but Jason held her hips firmly preventing her from moving.
'I think, my dear, you'll have to crouch over Jason instead,' suggested Masters, his eyes gloating over her delightful flesh. Suddenly Delia bent her lover then she slid onto his pole again and this time it drove straight up her cunt.
'Ooohh,' she gasped as she felt its massiveness searing up her tight sheath, stretching the walls deliciously. Then she opened her eyes. Jason was lying flat on his back and striding astride him was Masters, his hand gripping his prick and pointing it to wards her. He edged himself forward, his eyes glaring wickedly, and as the tip of his prick approached her face, Delia made to shrink back, but Master's voice stopped her.
'Now, Delia, don't move away. You've got Jason's lovely prick up your cunt so that you should be a happy girl. All I was asking was to share some of his pleasure,' and with that his free hand took the back of her head and pulled it forwards. Closing her eyes and trying to only to think of the penis in her hot pussy Delia suffered her face to move.
There now,' chortled the man, 'that's right, and if Jason would like to begin to screw your cunny we can all enjoy ourselves."
At this cue Jason started to roll and heave his dong under Delia who sensing she must keep quite still, lifted her body two inches off Jason to allow him to slide part of his tool up and down her cunt. Then she felt the horror of Master's wet prick on her forehead. For a split-second she wanted to jump up and flee, but her fear of losing Jason, and the now thrilling sliding motion of her lover's prick inside her twat made her hold her position.
Therefore she was experiencing two opposite feelings at opposite ends of her body. At one end her cunt was beginning to get a lovely fucking, at the other end her face was being ravished by a wet, stunted knob which left a trail of oily moisture as it moved over her forehead, down to her left eye. Lightly moving across the eye, it pressed for a moment in the comer, then it moved up, over the bridge of her nose, and onto her other eye. Finished there it was pressed into her right cheek causing the pliant flesh to hollow, back across the nose and onto the other cheek.
Then her emotion grew, and the fucking of her cunt excited her so much that she began to lose the feeling of revulsion. Masters now prodded her left nostril with his dick and thrilled to the feel of her breath on his raging knob. The muscle which divided her nostrils dug into his slit excruciatingly as he moved towards the right nostril. Then he pulled away completely and aimed his penis at her thick lips. Then leaning his hips forward he prodded against her mouth. Delia, now overcome by the stalwart fucking she was getting, felt only joy at the prospect of the penis about to enter her mouth. To her now distorted senses it was the twin to the one stuffing her vagina so beautifully between her parted legs, and as such, deserved to be loved. Personalities had, for her, dissolved. Now there was only flesh, or more specifically two stiff pricks and her cunt. She had to thank this prick for the joy her cunt was receiving so, as it pressed more she parted her lips and felt it surge into her mouth. Master's paunch smacked against her forehead but she happily thought of it as a cushion for her head and leaning against its spongy comfort she began to suck the velvety rod which was filling her mouth. Her tongue also could not rest, and the old man felt the heavenly roughness of her tongue as it rubbed along his staff. This was followed by the ball-shocking thrill as the tip of her tongue poised into the narrow aperture at the tip of the glans. Now Delia's belly had moved forward so that her beautiful breasts were against his legs, her nipples thrilling to the tingle of his hairs, his hands sank to her head and he began to rock his hips causing his massive penis to slide in and out of his mouth.
But Delia was not pleased. This lovely prick was not in time with the one that was mastering her cunt so, placing her delicate fingers on Master's buttocks she pulled and pushed until he had found the same rhythmic thrust as her lover who sweated so gallantly beneath her. Panting hoarsely, with sweat pouring from them, the two men fucked the young girl as hard as was possible, the pace increased, faster rammed the pricks, harder sucked mouth and took, fiercer gripped lips and passage until with a shudder of ecstatic rapture Delia's whole body shook with the tumultuous crescendo of her orgasm.
This brought its natural response for with one final thrust, Master's prick sang so deeply into her that his hairy crotch was pressed against her nose, his balls against her chin, and holding this position his sperm erupted from his balls, tore along the tunnel of his staff, and squirted into the groping cavern of her luscious mouth at the same moment that Jason sent his juices flooding upwards into the deep recesses of her acquiescent vagina. In such a way did all three find the bliss of orgasm, then with a groan Delia fainted.
Her limp body toppled sideways, off Kruger's supine form, and as she hit the carpet her arms and legs awry, sperm dribbling from her mouth, Masters spoke.
'Hot little thing, isn't she?'
'Sure,' grunted Kruger.
"Well-built, although I really like them with a little more on the hips, but the tits well compensate for any shortcomings elsewhere. I imagine her cunt is a nice tight fit too, isn't it-or have you entered too many times."
'It suits me,' snapped his young companion.
Sensing how his treatment of Delia had slightly rattled Kruger, Masters was amused. Knowing he had the whip hand, however, he decided he could perhaps play it a bit further.
'Now, Prince Charming, suppose you rouse her with a kiss on her cunt,' he suggested '-don't forget the quarter million dollars."
Kruger knelt down and wrinkled his nose at the faintly sickly smell of sweet, sperm and vaginal juices that rose from the girl's sheath. In a passionate session he wouldn't have minded, but now-oh, hell, he supposed he'd better keep the man happy, having gone this far. Bending his head he started to lick the soaking folds of cuntlips that formed the groove between her legs. After a minute of this attention Delia gave a sigh, and her eyes opened. They were wide and vacant at first, then they focused on Masters. With a cry she sprang up, nearly hurting Jason with the sudden flail of her legs. Her breasts bounced up and down deliciously for a minute before settling in their natural, wide spaced position. She began to shake and finally broke into a deep sobbing.
'Heavens,' cried Masters in astonishment, 'Can't stand wailing women. Take her out of here, and quickly too."
With that he gathered up his clothes and stepped into the adjoining room. Swiftly Kruger slapped Delia across her face and as she looked up and saw that Masters had gone she flung herself into his arms.
"Darling, oh, Jason, how horrid his cock wasyet at the same time I enjoyed it-somehow."
"Come on Delia, get dressed, and let's get away from here" he snapped, shoving her roughly away. Meekly she obeyed him. Ten minutes later she was sitting quietly beside him as a taxi took them to his apartment. Delia had regained her compsure by the time she entered the flat-and a stiff strong whiskey on his roof garden helped to restore her spirits. After a silent half hour of smoking and resting Delia's liveliness fully returned. "Jason, let's go to bed, darling. It'll ... er, it'll help me to finally forget that loathsome man."
"Sure" he grinned, now feeling a need for her body and at the same time realising that she would be of further use to him unless he kept her happy.
"Let's take a shower first though, honey." Oooh, yes," she said, jumping up. They entered the shower-room hand in hand but Delia broke away and quickly stripped herself naked. Kruger followed suit then, their arms round each other, they stepped into the shower stall.
Slowly the warm spray flushed them as they set to work soaping each other with perhaps too much attention given by Jason to Delia's mighty bust as his hands fondled the slippery globes, and then he thoughtfully soaped her slippery cunt. Delia busied herself washing the sperm and vaginal fluid from his penis and its immediate surroundings, lifting his balls in her loving hands and running her little finger gently under his foreskin-then rinsed clean of impurity by the refreshing water, they stepped out, and with much laughter and titivating, contrived to dry their bodies.
At last Jason stopped and putting one arm under Delia's knees and the other round her back he lifted her up.
"To the bedroom," he chortled.
"Not without a bit between your teeth, though," giggled Delia, and taking her left breast in her hands she held it up so that her nipple was before his mouth. Carrying her in to the bedroom he sucked the proffered titbit all the way, then, laying her on the bed, laid kisses and tonguings over every portion of her lovely clean white body while she squirmed and wriggled with an increasing wave of passion. When his tongue at last slipped between the lips of her cuntlips she uttered a gasping cry.
"Jason oh, Jason, give me your prick to suck, darling let me suck you to wash away...." she stopped, for he had swivelled his hips on the bed and lying on his side, his head fast between her legs, he drove his stiff cock into the deep cavern of her sensual mouth.
"Oh, mmm!" murmured Delia, then placing her hands round his back pulled his prick into her mouth as fast as it would go, using her tongue to make a tight channel for it with the roof of her mouth. Plunging his prick and tongue in and out of her two sweetly grasping mouths he led her to the blissful climax which causes the lover's face to become soaked with the creamy juices of his mistress's cunt while he pumps his sperm in her gaping mouth. She felt it slither down her throat, in succulent globules, more delicious to her than any oyster.
Although I didn't know this at the time, your narrator realizes now that Delia needed a lot of saving.
I left Lola at 3 a.m. having screwed Tier lovely twat and ridden her once more to a shattering climax. I reached my bungalow, showered and was asleep almost as soon as I climbed between the cool sheets on the wide divan in my room.
In the morning I rose to have breakfast. The luscious Vivienne greeted me merrily and as she poured the coffee her low cut bodice gave me an enticing view of her lovely breasts. I was not in the mood, however, to afford myself of the opportunity. I think at first she may have been disappointed but then I gave her the rest of the day off she changed, Maybe she had a lover handy, but whatever the case she left early and I was soon plunged into the warm sea.
I swam towards Lola's place and as I walked from the sea Lola and another girl emerged talking. Approaching them up the beach I viewed the body of the second girl, whom I felt, rightly, to be Delia. As it has been described already let me just say her fine jazzy sweater and black jeans suited her fine, if you like a top-heavy look. Where female bodies are concerned, if they're young I don't much mind how they look.
As Lola introduced us, Delia ran her eyes over me and as she moistened her lips I gathered my frame met with her approval. Anyway my suggestion of a picnic suited her, and as prearranged, Lola claimed another engagement I picked up Delia at noon in my convertible, and after an hour's run along the coast I turned down a rough road to a small secluded cove, I'd found three years ago while on the Blue Diamonds case. Delia was delighted by its beauty and quietness, and I left the automobile as she pulled of her outer clothes. Clad in a brief bikini which barely covered even the nipples of her succulent breasts, and just covered the V of her bust she clambered out and came towards me. As she neared me I couldn't help gazing at the swelling rise and fall of her youthful but mature bust, and catching my eye she laughed.
"Quite a dairy, eh Nick?"
"Really, Delia, that's a bit forward, isn't it?" I clicked, rattled by her brazeness.
"Honey, its a lot forward'" she laughed gaily. "See." She turned and cupping her hands displayed her delightful titties in profile, her small trim buttocks being completely overshadowed by the almost vicious thrust of her fantastically large bosom. Then she turned to face me, a sweet but mocking smile on her face.
"But, still Nick, not for you to touch, eh? Lola tells me you're to keep an eye on me, see I don't get up to any mischief. Well, honey, get a good eyeful-but remember that it's forbidden territory to you. Not that it's my idea-I reckon you'd be a swell lay-but...." here she sighed deeply, then, brushing past me, nearer than she needed to do, she ran down the beach and into the water.
Only as she hit the water did I realize that my hands were sweating. She sure had a lot offer youth, life, a marvelous body-the lot-but I was being paid to take care of her!
Half an hour later she came back, her body in the skimpy covering gleaming whitely and sparkling where drops of water clung to her skin.
I had erected a striped sun parasol and she lay down in its shade on a bright coloured towel, exuding freshness and vitality. I could not keep my eyes off her. Her body tantalized me, and in an effort to cool myself, I took a dip.
By the time I had dropped her off at her house at teatime, 5 o'clock, I was in a state of acute frustration for the whole afternoon had been spent with the teasing and prone but untouchable Delia.
I left the car at the rear of my place and entered by the back, or road door. For some reason I moved quietly-perhaps in the habitual stealth of the private eye, but whatever the reason, my entry was unannounced. To my left the kitchen, to my right the servant's room, and from this came the sound of gasps and giggles. I edged forward and peering round the door jam I beheld a most intriguing sight. Young Connie, thinking I was out for the evening was entertaining a friend.
Connie, dark and slender, clad as usual in the brief bikini that seemed almost formal dress on the hot Californian coast, was sitting on the bed fondling the heavy breasts of a plump girl of about the same age. The girl's swimsuit top lay discarded on the floor and her eyes were screwed up with the tingling excitement caused by her friend's caresses.
"Oh, Connie, oohh. It's so nice' she murmured.
"Is it honey." Well come on, do it to me too," purred the sexy little kitten. Janet eagerly complied and quickly pulled off the strip of cloth covering Connie's small but proud tits.
"Oh, Connie, your titties are so sweet," cried Janet and began to hold the small buds gently at first. Eagerly they stroked and tasted each other until they were lying flat, facing, happily savouring each other's feminine fruits. After a few minutes of this they both started to squirm.
It sort of makes me feel sort of tingling and funny, giggled Janet "Just as it does me, too. It seems to travel right down between my legs, said Connie.
"Yes my pussy's all itchy."
"I felt like this before-only yesterday."
"Who were you with?"
"Promise to keep it a secret?"
"Corse."
"The new tenant here. I saw him and it made me feel all funny."
"You saw him-You mean...."
"Yes and he had nothing on."
"Well, I wish I'd been there."
"Well, he was going to let me feel his dick too, but Sis came in to soon."
"What rotten luck."
"Yes, and I was going to let him see my pussy. "All over."
"Yes" scornfully, "and if he'd wanted to, he could have felt it too." Janet gasped in open amazement. "Oh, Connie."
"Would you have done it? giggled Connie.
"Rather," her companion sighed. "Not that anyone ever has-except you, today."
"Well," said Connie in an aloof manner, "if I asked him he might let you come here one day. Would you like that?"
"Oh, Connie, yes. When?"
"Now," I grinned, walking in.
For a moment they were stricken still with shock, then they tried to cover their naked titties.
"Oh, Mr. Cranley," said Connie trying to rise.
'No, don't go Connie, It's all right. And you too, Janet. You see, I heard you talking so would you like to have some fun now?" I asked, grinning kindly at them.
Connie, the little minx, at once sized up the situation. With a playful giggle she jumped up, her small mounds bouncing a little. "I would, Mr. Cranley," she giggled and primped herself so that her cute titties stuck out more. "Come on Janet."
"Oh my dear, no" cried Janet cowering down to try and hide her breasts. "Scaredy cat," hissed Connie angrily.
"No, I'm not," cried Janet.
"Then join in the fun," squealed the little wanton.
"Will it be alright, Mr. Cranley," asked Janet fearfully, but with a note of excitement in her voice nonetheless.
"Sure, honey, and why not call me Nick, seeing that we're all going to be good pals. By the way, what time is Vivienne coming back?"
'About ten."
Good, we've about three hours so let's get started."
'Sure, Nick. You tell us what to do,' said Connie, of course. 'Just sit there,' I chuckled and left the room to strip. In two minutes I was back. The two girls gasped as I stood framed in the doorway, then as I advanced into the room their eyes fixed on my stiff dong. Janet was thrilled as Connie and quite forgot her embarrassment. As her hands came away from her breasts I took the chance to gaze at her hanging fulnesses, then I motioned the two girls apart and sat between them.
'Well,' I said, 'what do you think of my cock?"
'It's so big,' gasped Janet still gazing goggle-eyed.
'And so hard looking' gasped Connie.
'It has to be honey, otherwise it would never dig its way up a girl's crack!"
"Ooh, surely no girl would take that thing inside her cunny!" marveled Connie.
'Of course she could, and let me tell you honey,' I said, 'It's been inside a few, too.' I delighted, somewhat vainly at their surprised expressions. 'Mind you,' I added, "I began young. When I was eleven a young widow took me home and showed me what to do."
'Oh, do tell us about it,' they chorussed gleefully, 'Well, let's get comfortable and then I'll tell you,' I said, and lay full length on the divan, one nearly naked girl on either side of my erect cock.
CHAPTER II
"As I said," I began, "I was eleven years old and knew nothing at all about sex. I was doing a grocery round at the time to dig up some dough, and my last call was on a widow of about 35. She was rather fat with a big wobbly ass (here they giggled at the use of such a word, but I must interrupt the narrative each time to inform you of their reaction. Let it be understood that they were delightedly shocked each time I used a rude word) and massive tits. When I knocked at the door she was fully dressed, and very good looking, and much larger than I was. My head was just about level with her nipples. She told me to take the things in the kitchen and as I put them on the table she was behind me. Suddenly I felt her arms go round me and she pulled me right back until her tits were pressed by my head, and my whole body against hers.
'Listen, son,' she whispered, 'would you like to earn some extra cash?'
'Sure, 'I said, as I felt the warm pressure of her body.
'Well I'll give you a dollar to stay with me for an hour-and we'll have a bit of fun' she gasped and her heavy breasts began rising and falling eagerly, and rubbing my ears at the same time.
'For a dollar I'd do anything,' I said, and meant it.
'Good,' she said, and still pressing against me she lowered her hands to my fly. She undid three buttons and then reached inside. My prick was quite big, even though it was innocent, and I nearly passed out with the thrill of strange fingers round it. Then she dragged it out.
'It looks quite hard son,' she said. 'What's your name?' 'My name's Nick."
'Well, Nick, how do you like this?' she asked and began to pull my skin backwards and forwards like this.
'I sure do' I managed to answer although my whole thoughts seemed to lie in the palm of her hand.
'Well Nick, let's go into my bedroom,' she purred and her hand still round my prick, she led me in. 'Now let me undress you' she said and pulled off my shirt, lowered my pants and tugged them and my sneakers off. 'Now lie on the bed."
I did as she ordered and with a sigh of pleasure she knelt down and again to work on my dick with one hand while the other wandered all over me. As she went on she kept speaking almost to herself. 'So young, and fresh, how warm, nice belly, balls seem full enough, good firm muscles. Be quite a ladies man I should think. Have you ever been naughty with girls before."
'No, no,' I stammered, my attention still rooted to where her hand was manipulating my cock. I could feel the sap rising from my balls. I thought I knew what it was I'd been wanting for some time.
"There now, is it coming,' she asked eagerly, her eyes glued to my dick as she continued to toss me off faster than ever. 'Yes shall I get my handkerchief out?'
'No dear don't spoil the fun' she cried. 'Let's see if you can hit the ceiling when you squirt and within seconds a blob of sperm shot up into the air, described a graceful arc, and landed on her forearm. Two more blobs shot up, then the rest came oozing out in a stream, flowing down my cock and onto her grasping fingers.
"Lovely," she gasped then, with experienced understanding, she rose and left me. At once I dozed off and I must have been asleep for a full thirty minutes before I felt the bed moving and I woke up with a start to find her crouching on the side of the bed beside me completely nude.
I was amazed and could not help staring at her massive tits. Due to her position they hung down, two thick, round stalacites of flesh at the end of which were the nipples like two enormous cherries as big as peach stones, in the middle of globes of white flesh.
'Do you like them?' she spoke quietly as if in some doubt as to the attraction to her tits.
'I've never seen a lady's breasts before' I gasped.
'Would like to feel them?'
'I'll say."
'Look, they swing' she laughed, moving her shoulders so you could see her breasts swing deliciously, then she swung a leg over me and sat on my belly. Her eyes shone as she felt me begin to fondle her breasts, weighing them in my palms, stroking them and squeezing their ripe softness. As she let me play with her she reached behind and began to fondle my balls and prick which was already rising under her stimulation. I was so lost in the delight of her bosom that I did not notice her changing her position until I became aware of a warm wetness stroking the tip of my prick then, pulling apart her breasts as though they were curtains I saw a long tunnel formed by our bodies and at the opposite end my prick seemed to be sticking up into a bush of crinkly black hair.
I gasped aloud and looked up to see her gazing down at me intently.
'Nick' her voice rasped excitedly, 'would you like learn how to fuck a woman?'
"To what?' I asked?'
"To fuck a woman. It's what men do to make babies in their wives.
'But I don't want to make any babies,' I protested, perplexed.
'Silly boy, It's also done for fun. Every grownup does it. You'd like it,' she added convincingly.
'Is it fun? What happens?'
'Well, your prick, that tube of flesh which I was just playing with, has its opposite in women-a long hole which goes right up her belly."
'What's the hole called? Is it a pussy?" I cried, remembering a conversation beard at school.
'Ha ha ha ha!' she laughed her fleshy body quivering with mirth and her breasts bounced enticingly. 'Oh, you are a young one! Yes it is called a pussy, but only by children. Grownups call it a cunt."
'It's when my prick's in your cunt, then I'm fucking you-is that it?' I asked with innocent enthusiasm.
'Not really-you have to move it backwards and forwards when it's inside-then you're fucking me."
'Okay, let's try it shall we?" I said, eager to learn this new game.
Try what? C'mon. Let me hear you say it."
Try fucking of course."
'Who are you going to fuck, Nick?'
I'm going to fuck you."
'Where?'
'In your cunt."
'Where's that?'
'Between your legs."
'How do you know? You haven't seen it yet."
'Will you show me then?' I panted, excited by all the naughty talk. 'Yes dear. Take a good look,' she chortled and rolled over on her back. As I swiftly knelt up she spread her heavy thighs apart and there beneath its crest of black hair lay the thick lipped gash of her cunt. Even as I stared in amazement, the lips seemed to twitch and glisten with moisture.
'Now you've seen where your prick is going to go, lean forward onto me,' she ordered. I moved over until I lay on her; her breasts hung downwards away from my face but on her instruction I grasped on in each hand and pulled them up until their softness, now damp too with her sweat, was against my cheeks. Then her right hand pushed between our hips and bellies and groped for my prick which sprang towards her seeking fingers. Then her right hand pushed before and pointed my prick forwards. I moved up a little and my knob was against the slit of wetness. 'Now push forward, slowly,' she commanded.
I pushed and with the height of my sensitivity around my cock, I felt the lips parting magically. On went my noble adventurer moving further into the caverns of her hungry cunt but there was too much room for so small a pole, and it seemed to be wallowing like a whale in too large a tank 'Bloody hell' she swore in annoyance. 'My cunt's too big.' I was amazed at this outburst for I found the hot and slimy confines of her vagina quite pleasant if not exciting.
'You'll have to come behind Nick' she groaned and pushed me off her. Then she turned round and pulled up her knees until she was in a kneeling position, her legs firmly clamped. Now I could see her rear, and crevice between her massive buttocks, leading downwards to the ring of her anus, a smaller second valley; then the juicy panting cunt.
Now eager to return to its nest my prick probed at the groove as I knelt with my legs outside hers.
'Let me help you' she urged and her hands reached behind her bottom cheeks and she pulled aside the wet lips of her cunt.
I guided my prick between and felt the knob press against the small hole of her constricted sheath.
'Push hard Nick' she gasped. I did but the tightness tugged my foreskin back and I stopped.
'Push hard, Nick, push hard' she cried in frantic desperation.
'I can't. It hurts' I panted.
'It will until your knob is broken then it'll be all right' she panted equally feverishly. I gritted my teeth and prepared to thrust.
'Hang on to my tits' she cried and I reached round and grasped one titty in each hand. Now, excited as much by her obvious need as my newly discovered own, I jerked hard and cried at the agony as my knob penetrated her clinging, almost resisting hole, the foreskin was peeled back almost like the skin being rolled off a banana, and as I later discovered, the male virgin knot was torn open.
Sweat poured off my brow as I rested, my hands still cruelly gripping her tits, then slowly the moist warmth of her cunt began to ease the pain of my knob and soon no pain remained, just a soothing softness as the ridged inside of her sheath caressed my pole.
"Better Nick" she whispered her voice tense with the passion she was considerately controlling.
"Yes, it feels nice now," I smiled happily.
"Good. Now place your hands on my hips. That's right. Now start to slide yourself in and out.
Tentatively at first, then with growing realization that no more pain was in store I began to slide it backward and forwards. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she tightened the channel I was using by tensing her cunt muscles until each thrust I made gave me a feeling of exquisite pleasure as I felt the caress of her corrugated sheath along the entire length of my prick. Then my excitement grew so intense that all my sensitive feeling was no longer separate from the overall delight of thrusting my pole into this woman's sheath. Faster and faster I pistoned into her and she answered by driving her cunt back to meet each thrust with my belly smacking against her ass, and my balls swinging free between my parted legs ,hit the top ends of her slit with a steady rhythm. Still faster we thrust, parried, withdrew and thrust again-moans of pleasure fled from her tremulous mouth. Then suddenly her whole body rose from the bed as she uttered a cry of sheer ecstasy and then she collapsed, sprawled face down on the shuddering bed, a great sigh of contentment leaving her mouth. My own feelings were of tremendous disappointment as her collapse had torn the surrounding walls of her cunt from my cock and now I was left with a soaking erect prick, full balls and a feverish longing to shoot.
But I need not have feared for after a moment's rest following her climax she rolled over to face me, a tender smile on her face. "Poor Nick, I forgot all about you in my excitement and in your position with your legs apart it's always hard to come. Still, I'll make you come now. Lie down on your side and get as near the top as you can. That's fine.
Then she slithered downwards until her face was level with my groin, then taking my prick in her right hand she pointed it at her mouth. Giving me a last upwards loving look, she opened her mouth and sank it over the raging knob of my dong. I nearly jerked it out as her tongue slid over the bare tip, then her hand sliding the foreskin back and forth, she closed her eyes and her cheeks hollowed as she started to suck me. I was in heaven as her teeth, lips tongue and sucking throat kept up their delightful tasks and I began to squirm about until, without realising it, I was fucking her mouth. Red mists blurred my brain. I could feel nothing by comparison with the burning sensation along my prick's length and the compelling surge from my balls. Until then they gave up their load and I delivered a searing cascade of hot creamy spunk into her doting mouth.
Afterwards I visited her for a regular bit of fun for over a year-then she married again-and I'm sure her husband must have enjoyed her.
Anyway girls (I said) you've got her to thank, I suppose for the trunk you're holding. She took it as a sapling and made it into a sturdy tree for you.
Afterwards I visited her for a regular bit of fun for over a year-then she married again-and I'm sure her husband must have enjoyed her.
Connie was still stroking me while Janet looked apprehensively at the size.
"Er, may I touch you too, Mr. Cr ... Nick?" she asked huskily.
"Sure Janet, have a feel," I chortled and reached for Connie.
"Come here you little witch and let me kiss you while Janet has a go." With a merry giggle Connie released my stiff erection and flung her arms around my neck. Her lips came straight down on my mouth and met mine, half open and ready to receive my tongue which I plunged straight into her trembling cavity. At once tongues of flame seemed to play around our own tongues and she squirmed her young breasts against my chest, exciting her nipples as she rubbed. Meanwhile Janet's podgy fingers were exploring my prick, bending its hardness and feeling my balls.
Then I began to stroke Connie's back, her bare white body feeling silken under the touch. Down went both my hands slowly but steadily and the lower they travelled the faster her tongue frisked about mine. Then my finger tips encountered the ridge of the lower half of her bikini. I moved my hands inwards and as her briefs were so small the beginning swell of her firm little buttocks came under my fingers. I felt her tense slightly then relax and as I began to push her briefs down she lifted her belly and in a flash the watchful Janet pulled them off her legs before returning to fondling me.
I placed the palm of my hands, one over each buttock and gently groped downwards towards the centre between her legs. Suddenly I felt Janet's hot mouth envelope my knob. Poor girl, she was so excited at the sight of her friend lying naked while a man fondled her. I broke off the kissing and whispered to Connie who turned her head-the sight we saw was so funny. Janet was kneeling over my knob, her eyes were dosed and my prick looked like an overlarge banana in her mouth while she was cupping and kneading her own hanging titties. She suddenly sensed our gaze and straightened up with a sharp cry, blushing furiously. At once Connie twisted round and sank her mouth over my prick and this time, rembering my story, she began to move her lips up and down in a terrific mouth fuck. At my signal Janet crawled up towards me, her shyness gone thanks to Connie's actions. I reached out and pulled her down beside me. As she was still small-boned I put one hand round her back and was able to fondle one plump breast with its rigid nipple as I placed my mouth to hers.
Her lips were soft and inexperienced but a few moments tuition had her spending passionately. Then with my free hand I grasped her briefs. She jerked with surprise but as I tugged she lifted her heavy buttocks and this time Connie obliged.
Then I felt Connie's legs alongside my chest and from the comer of my eye I saw she had knelt up and was proffering her asscheeks to me. Her legs were parted. Between them lay the trim-lipped, snug little girlish cunt. At once I returned to Janet's mouth and tongue but my right hand fell on Connie's raised ass and tracing a line down its crease my fingers reached her sensitive virgin slit. She was so thrilled by even this little contact that she began to work her mouth even faster plunging it up and down my vertically pointing hard-on. Then frenching Janet and feeling her breasts with my left hand I used my right hand fingers to probe into Connie's already wet twat.
Suddenly Janet gave a moaning shiver and openning my eyes but keeping my middle finger in the entrance to Connie's hole, I saw the cause of Janet's startled cry. Connie, a bright kid if ever I met one, had her fingers in Janet's crotch and was copying my actions on her own little love organ. Then the true height of our passions over came us as we were all so stimulated. Embarrassment on Janet's part had long ago vanished while Connie was such a horny little dish she began to move herself up and down on my proffered digit as she frigged, Janet's full-lipped pussy. Soon the bed was moving with us, and my finger now against Connie's hymen, came dangerously close to breaking it, so I desisted. After all a girl loses her cherry only once and what a pity if a finger is the instrument instead of a good masculine prick!
I swiftly drew back but gripped the hardened bud of her clitoris so that, with her passion already high, she suddenly gurgled and came with shaking, flesh-quivering sobs of pleasure. Overcome, her mouth left my prick and she slumped panting beside me. Surprised, Janet began to rise, but I held her down and still grasping her big left tit I lowered my head to the other one and began to suck the nipple. Her bosom heaved upwards as did her abdomen as my now free right hand addressed itself to her clitoris. With but a few nips to the raised stub she too came, her body quivering excitedly as spasm upon spasm shook her young pussy.
I lay back and waited while they recovered.
"What happened?" murmured Connie as her senses slowly returned and she began to sit up.
"Oh, you've just had an orgasm," I said casually, my eyes following the lithe movements of her supple body while hers gazed at my still rigid cock.
"But I'm still a virgin," she replied puzzled.
"Well we can do something about that," I grinned, pushing myself upwards.
"Oh, yes Nick. I've been told it hurts though!"
"Yes, Connie. It does only for the first time though-then you can wave your pussy at any stiff prick without further fear. Do you want to try?" as I spoke calmly and tried to make my voice sound calm and reassuring although my balls were churning over at the thought of getting between her long girlishly slender thighs and splitting her cranny open with my prick.
"I feel so wonderful after what you did I'll let you do anything," she murmured, then gave me an up-and-undersmile. "Even fuck my mouth."
"I might try that too" I smiled, "but first let's shove it up your cunt, and let's see how you like it."
"Mmm. How do you want it?" she asked perhaps shyly.
"Lie flat on your back honey. Now pull up four feet, go on bend your knees. Fine, now open them."
Her legs parted like a book being opened plumb in the centre, and at the end of the sweep of her thighs, lay her almost naked cunt slit with just a suggestion of a dark fuzz on the mound just above her love nest's uttermost point.
She was still moist with my fingering and as I crouched between her thighs I could smell the odour of sex juices and sweat which stung my nostrils as water would a thirsty horse. I placed the tip of my penis against her love-lips then gently began to rock backwards and forwards from the hips, just prodding between her lips a little, in search of the small hole which marked the entrance to her virgin cunt. It took a few moments to find the spot, then I left my prick in position, the smooth head just lodged between her lips. Her eyes were fixed on the rod of which she could see a good length pointing towards her hidden crotch. Her breath was rasping slightly and her whole body was stiff as a poker making her far too tense for a good prick penetration to be possible. Then Janet stirred and propping herself up on her elbows, gazed dreamily at us.
At once I saw my solution and quickly told Janet to kneel over Connie's face and Connie to start to lick and nibble Janet's cunt. Both girls were only too eager to do this but Janet knelt so that she could watch my actions. Connie reached up and grasping Janet's plump hips pulled her friend's tender cunny over her swift-to-learn lips. Then she glued her mouth to Janet's twat. Janet, overcome at the idea of sitting over her pal's mouth to be sucked, reached forward and began to play with Connie's hard little tits.
I watched then playing until I felt the tension seeping out of Connie's limbs then I poised for just a moment. Then I thrust inwards. Connie's tight cunt, perhaps big enough to take a candle normally, dragged forcefully and painfully at my driving cock, hips writhing like a bronco trying to buck its rider. But her mouth remained glued to the aperture above it.
Her cunt seemed to be stripping my outerskin right back but, a mist of pain shrouding my eyes, I surged onwards, relentlessly hurting both of us sis I tore apart the wall of her rasping cunt, her hips were jerking and her legs began to thrash wildly about so I managed to grab her ankles and pulled them to my waist. Then to my complete surprise the sexy little witch wrapped her legs around my back and with a final thrust, aided by her gripping legs I smashed thru the barrier of her hymen and then as if by some magical piece of conjuring my penis found itself embedded in a hot cauldron of boiling juice as I sank into the very depths of her rich treasure chest. Her inner vagina welcomed my battered warhead with a deluge of hot but soothing moisture. Such was her nature and so incensed had been her passions that Connie had another orgasm just to celebrate her defloration.
The seeping juices from her inner cunt served to soothe her own torn regions and as I felt her channel moistening again I began to pull back, a little at first, then more and more, each time sliding back onto her until I had adopted a steady pistoning movement into her still tight but now well lubricated vagina. As I drove in, I could feel the raised bud of her clitoris being stroked by the upper side of my rod and this sent her ass writhing in a frenzy of a new sensations.
Suddenly she gave a sharp groan, lurched sideways and fell on the bed, she twitched her hips twice and then with a smile of bliss on her face she sighed and fainted.
Looking back at Connie I got a terrifc shock for, when I'd last looked at her face it had been that of a girl but now she wore the happy look of a woman knows and enjoys the intimate compulsion of cock. I only hoped that this would not be apparent to everyone-or I might upset my employer, the lovely Lola.
Connie smiled up at me, then with the gesture of an adult, her arms reached invitingly upwards to me, imploring offering-and I spread myself over her quivering body, my mouth on hers, our arms round each other. Our hips moved with that rhythmic action that is so natural that even this girl, who was being fucked for the first time, had found it and was matching her pace to my thrusting dong.
In this way it was not surprising that she soon came again, and yet again until I gave one final stroke into her throbbing depths before squirting my fiery liquid deep into her body causing her to squirm under the heat and force of my steaming jet of semen. Then gasping, our limbs and arms still clasped, our bodies still clamped tightly together, I rolled over so that she should not have to bear my full weight upon her. Our lips still nuzzling as we fell slowly into a dreamy twilight of contentment. I was ignorant of how she had this talent, but I was brought out of this delightfully relaxed state by the feel of fondling fingers and looking up I found Janet looking and smiling into my eyes as she caressed my shrunken rod with her fingers.
'And what do you think you're doing?' I grinned at her.
'It's so soft now. It's hard to believe it was so big and strong before' she said in a hushed marveling voice-her fingers still toying with limp dick.
If you keep that up it'll soon rise again' I chuckled. Suddenly warm lips were nibbling my shoulders as Connie started-but I caught sight of the time and saw that it was nearly ten.
'Gracious girls, you'd better be off, or your parents will be out looking for you' I said. In frantic haste the girls dressed and I left them tidying the bed hurriedly as I went off into my part of the house.
A searing cold shower soon had me feeling refreshed. The house was now empty and quiet as I put on a shirt and slacks and went out into the front porch, facing the sea, a drink in my hand.
I sat there for nearly an hour, before a light went on in the house. Then my maid came out onto the porch. As she stood by my chair I gave her voluptuous form a long, long look.
An off shoulder blouse bared her shoulders in all their creamy smoothness while the rising swell of her magnificent breasts was visible at the beginning with a hint of the deep valley inside. Down my eyes wandered in a steady stare which would have offended a girl less keen of receiving admiration. She stood quite still as my gaze travelled upwards until I met her eyes which were gleaming amusedly.
'Can I fetch you anything before I go to bed Mr. Cranley?' she asked in a husky vibrant voice.
'No honey, not before you go to bed,' I answered, our eyes still locked.
"Then I think I'll take a shower' she said, her voice still even but a little higher in pitch. Her nearness coupled with my overworked own erotic senses were bringing the familiar heavy feeling to my cock and balls and my mouth suddenly felt dry.
'I've a better idea. Let's go for a swim."
'You're the boss. I'll just go in and put on a suit' I rose to follow her but just inside the door she spun round. This time her breathing was faster, causing her breasts to rise and fall in great swells. Her lips were moist and slightly parted showing her beautiful even white teeth. But it was her eyes which made my pulse suddenly hammer like a steam engine. They seemed to be glowing like fires. 'Let's take a raincheck on that swim,' I whispered huskily. 'llhuh,' she croaked-and then we were at each other like a pair of raging animals. Our mouths mashed and squirmed together, tongues battling for right of way, hands were grasping flesh, squeezing and hurting, somehow her blouse came off her body. A tug freed her magnificently thrusting titties from their restraining caps while her feverish nails slashed my shirt and gouged into my back.
Then she was frantically pushing me away. As we parted, her trembling fingers released her skirt while I tugged off my shirt. As my slacks dropped off, so did her briefs and I flung myself at her again. Her sturdy body toppled beneath me and with a savage plunge I rammed my throbbing cock right into the gushing cavern of her cunt there on the hall carpet.
Up and down I plunged on her writhing body tearing brutally into the deepest part of her horny vagina, thumping against her heaving mounds as she rose to meet me and slamming her softly sweet asscheeks agains the hard floor with each lunge.
The squelch of our mating and the rasping of our breath was mingled with grunts and groans of passionate intensity as our bodies battled in the fierce augmentation of fucking. The harder I rammed her cunt the more frantically she lifted herself to be crashed back again. Her teeth kept a firm grip on my shoulder and dug in further as I moved my hands from the floor where they had helped support me, and under her buttocks which felt like ripe peaches as I fucked her with all the raging fury of unleashed passion. Then her teeth lost their grip and a final groan of pentup anguish escaped her fola torrent of silky liquid escaped down her sheath, followed by a shriek of ecstasy as her dam burst over my thrusting piston, and oozed out from the aperture of her cunt. I sank my cock for the last time and gave her the benefits of my balls' contents as it jetted fiercely into her vagina.
'Hell, oh hell' she panted, as soon as she could speak 'What a grind. You're like a bull. I've never had a fuck so good before-I felt I was going to burst.
'You certainly can take it, honey,' I said admiringly. 'And you can give it. Now, if you don't mind, I'd rather not be used as a mattress-not that I'd normally object to your being on top of me but this damn floor is so hard."
I slowly got up and helped her to her feet. Without support her breasts hung down rather heavily and I reckoned that in a few years they'd sag down to her navel. But for the moment they looked pretty good to me-and who was I to care what they would look like in the future? It was highly improbable that I'd be anywhere around to form my opinion. I went to take a hold of these breasts but she moved back.
'Let's take that swim no, hon?"
I nodded and stooping tidily to pick up her clothes first, she bounded away to change, pausing at the door at the far end of the hall to turn, give me a mischievous wink and call; 'Five minutes."
Tossing my clothing on the bed I tugged on my swimming trunks then went out on the porch and sat smoking until Vivienne reappeared. When she did-after half an hour, she looked stunning. She wore a one-piece stretch nylon red swimsuit which showed her sturdy body off to perfection. Her walnut-like nipples were revealed pressing against the cups of the bodice as if trying to come through the material to be nakedly observed. Her splendid torso was fully out-lined, the .curving sweep of each breast looking for all the world like half a balloon. Her full hips swept in wide but graceful lines down to her sturdy legs, the heavy thighs narrowed to dimpled knees and elegant calves. Trim ankles and wellshaped feet rewarded the end of my eyes' tour.
'You look marvelous' I praised her. 'You look good, too' she cooed having apparently been giving me a once-over. 'Ready? Right, last one in gets on top' she cried and, her hair bobbing delightfully, raced towards the sea. She had a good start but I just managed to drawl even as we plunged into the breakers. As we came up for air she called to me, her face beaming: 'Looks like a side by side jab."
CHAPTER III
The next morning I was awake early, but found Vivienne was already up and the tingling smell of frying ham wafted from the kitchen. Well there had to be some excuse for writing this book, but I feel my readers are not quite so concerned with my job of keeping Delia out of trouble as they are with ability for getting into it but I feel a brief synopsis of the next few events should be recorded. On reflection Delia had at last realized that Jason Kruger was only using her for his own pleasure, and as shown in the meeting with Masters, for his own profit. Hence she suddenly decided to pull out. She confessed practically everything to Lola, who called me and asked me to see her. Once Delia had turned in, Lola gave me all the details then we trooped off to bed. Next morning, under my directions, Delia phoned Jason to tell him she was through. He begged, pleaded and finally threatened her. She rang off. What we didn't know was that Jason had araranged with Masters to meet him, with Delia, at a hunting lodge he had in the backwoods. Delia was then to be handed over to Harry Masters for his usage as part of the price of some haul. Without Delia's luscious body there was no deal. Lola, Delia and I spent a quiet day lounging on the beach, bathing and so on. Then in the evening we went to see a show. I suppose I should have been more careful, but after having such an easy case to handle I was caught right off my guard. On the was back, Delia drove while Lola and I necked in the back seat. 'Hey, you two we are nearly home, so you'd better break it up,' she called. I took my hand out of Lola's brassiere while she zipped up my pants. We left the car and walked towards the house. Lola led the way in without switching on the lights, then everything went even darker and a searing pain shot across the back of my head. As my legs buckled I heard a cry in the distance, then nothingness surrounded me.
A douche of cold water thrown in my face brought me back to my senses. My head was throbbing and it took a few moments for my eyes to grow accustomed to the light in the room. Then I saw Jason Kruger standing in front of me. A wicked grin was on his face. 'Hlya Cranley. Sorry I had to hit you so hard, but I guess you would not have come quietly and as you well know, kidnapping must be done in silence.' He chuckled. 'What the hell have you brought me here for?' I croaked, trying to bring my aching brain back into working order.
'Well it wasn't you we wanted, and if you're a good boy you'll be O.K. but these two sisters. Well, we wanted to have a little fun with them and as you might have been troublesome on the outside we thought we'd have you along, just for the ride.' He went on to explain his deal with Masters then he sat beside me and smoked quietly while I took a look around. We were in the hunting lodge and in a spacious lounge which would have done credit to a lobby in some airline terminals I've seen. Gagged and trussed like myself were Lola and Delia, sitting upright in deep armchairs about ten feet away from me and the look in their eyes was so different Delia had the look a frightened rabbit, while Lola's eyes blazed defiance. Just then a door opened and Masters came in looking shorter and fatter than I'd imagined him. He signed to Kruger who went over and they held a whispered consultation. Then Kruger came back and spoke to the girls. 'Well you know the plan. Have you anything to say?' Lola shook her head while Delia whimpered. Then he turned to me. 'Cranley, we're gonna let you see the fun. Your girl friend is going to meet some boxing pals of mine and she's gonna do a few things for them while Mr. Masters enjoys himself with Delia.' Then he left us along, Masters went to Delia's chair and without further ado tore open her blouse. Her heaving breasts were held firm by her bra, but a swift tug freed them and he spent a few minutes handling them while Lola looked on at the mauling of her sister with a horrified expression.
Then Jason came back, but this time not alone. To my horror he was followed by three massive negroes whose eyes gleamed at the sight of Delia's white breasts.
"The other one's yours' ordered Masters. 'Enjoy yourselves."
Masters pulled Delia to a settee near me, then sitting down at her side he told Jason to undo her legs. She sat limply as if drugged while her ankles were freed. Her eyes were fixed as if glued on the quartet that were now in the center of the room.
Lola was dragged to her feet and the three men ran their eyes over her lovely body appreciatively. Then they began to run their hands over outside the clothes, stroking the swell of her breasts, the smooth hips, her small trim little buttocks-and then one of them stooped and pulled up her skirt. With chuckles and cries of encouragment the men egged him on till it was bunched up round her waist. Her long slender legs looked wonderful as they balanced on her high heels, clad as they were in her sheer nylons. But her legs were still together, and she tried to kick out but a pair of black hands grabbed her creamy thighs; but still she writhed and finally twisted herself so much that she lost her balance and fell with a thump to the thickly carperted floor. At once her tormentors dropped beside her, and with her hands tied behind her back was quite helpless. 'Let's have a good look at her' blurted out the biggest of the three negroes, who seemed to have some authority over them. 'Hold her' he ordered, then, while the other two each heald a leg, he reached between her open legs. I heard a ripping sound. 'See what I've found' he chortled, holding out her tattered panties.
T wonder what they were trying to hide' he grinned, pushing his hand into Lola's crotch. 'Jeeze ... there's a long slit here boys, with a bit of moisture running from it. Wait a minute, I'll see were it leads to. Yes sir it's a hole alright. Seems a deep one too. Too long for my lil ole finger. Whoa there my beauty,' he cried as Lola started to writhe and toss about. With her legs held firm she could only move at the hips.
'Hell bells, she's a hot bitch. Look at her jerking. I bet she can't wait to get my prick up her. Now my beauty I won't keep lil hot you waiting long but we just want to see what else you've got besides this nice little cunt. As he spoke he was undoing her skirt and then he tugged it right down off her legs. As the others let go Lola made an effort to lash out with her feet and succeeded in catching one of them with her feet.
'Waal, she sho' is a little tiger, ain't she Dad' the tall black man grinned at the leader, ruefully rubbing his chin. 'Guess she'll have to pay for that later."
'She will, boy' agreed Dan, and there'll be plenty left even when I've finished with her. Now look at these cushions' he said, stripping off her blouse and brassiere in one powerful tug. 'She's got nipples like ripe cherries. And they're hardening. Waal honey, you must like a blackman's fingers on your tits. See how milky they look against my hands. There now, don't be shy. Take a look or I'll have to squeeze them off. There now, that's a sensible girl."
This went on in much the same kind of bland, terrifying calm until Lola lay on the carpet, her lovely white body completely nude. Then the three men rose and began to strip themselves. They were certainly three well made pieces of manhood. Beneath their dark skins their muscles rippled magnificently, but my eyes were fastened on their pricks. They were not abnormally large, in spite of dirty jokes to the contrary, but they were certainly quite as large as any I had seen in the orgies I had enjoyed in the Smithson affair and the Mystery of the Missing Armadillo, not to mention the others unconnected with my private eye work.
Meanwhile Lola had seen too, and even though her eyes were all we could see of her face, they told us enough of the feeling of fear and revulsion that they inspired in her. Then the leader, Dan, moved forward, his hand round the base of his tool and standing over her he pointed it down towards her.
'Waal my honey, Ah guess you and me are just about all set for a I'll fun, huh? Now if you are a good girl, I'll let you enjoy yourself-if not, I'll have to rough yuh up a bit until yuh is good. Now before yuh answer, think a moment .There are three of us here, an we're all goin' to screw your little, cunny. Think you can't get away or get help, so you've two choices. One is to struggle and make it hard for us, so we'll make it hard for you-or-' he smiled so that his pearly white teeth showed in a great grin-'Or yuh can be co-operative, and we'll treat you good, real good.' He untied her gag, and as the use came back to her jaws, she spat at him. 'Now honey' he said lifting one finger in admonition 'that wasn't very nice. Oh, jess one thing. If you help us I guarantee we'll leave your sister alone after the boss had got through with her ... it will be hard to do that, but if you earn a reward...." he left the sentence unfinished.
'What do you want me to do?' rasped Lola in despair, 'seeing that you have all the cards."
'Hell, jess make out like we're three of your fancy white men friends and you'd asked them round for a party with you the only girl about. Okay, Good, now we're going to untie your arms so's you can get your hands to work as well as your twat. There now, stand up and let us have a real good look at you. You've got a swell figure, nice pouting bubbies, jess like we like them and that ass-! Bend over a bit, honey. Now, boys, feel those buttocks.' The other men eagerly did as they were bid, and began to stroke and caress Lola's pallid flesh, 'Hell, they are so warm and smooth, now honey what about this tool of mine. Can't you think properly about anything nice to say about it. Ah'll bet it's as good as anything you've handled before. Lola stared at it with horror. 'Come on, urged Dan. 'Put your hand on it. That's right. Doesn't it feel good? See boys, how white her hand is on my dick. And look how she's holding it. Now, come on honey, give us a little love."
Slowly her hand tugging his weapon, Lola began to frig him and realising the utter helplessness of her position, made no move to stop him when he felt inside her thighs for her cuntlips and began to stroke her and probe within her pussy.
I had become past the stage of disgust and must confess that my own feelings were now well aroused at the sight of Lola fondling and being fondled by a negro whose rich, dark body accentuated the perfect creaminess of her slender white exposed ass.
Lola was acting as if she was in a daze now, and she made no demur, when Dan took his hand from her pocket and began to lead her to a long low divan. She allowed him to put her down until she was sitting on the edge of the divan. She was now in profile position to us. Dan then pulled open her legs and again put his hand into her cunny. He felt around for a moment but was obviously dissatisfied with what he found for he beckoned to the other two. On his instructions Bay knelt behind her and put his hands round, under her arms, until he was fondling the delicious creamy softness of her bosom-his black hands in startling contrast with her flesh. Then Joey eagerly bent down in front of her and buried his face between her parted thighs. The bobbing of his head and the sight of the strained tendons in his neck showed that he was loving her sweet cunt with his mouth and tongue.
'You see honey' said Dan blandly 'how kind we are. You were too dry to take me without getting hurt so Joey is wetting you up a little. But honey, what are you going to do for me while we're waiting?'
With a sigh, Lola reached up resignedly and began to tease his prick, when Dan stopped her.
'Waal, sugar, I gave you credit for more imagination than that. 'You'd not treat your white friends so coldly, I'll be bound. What about a little lick for it. Remember your sister, I'm sure she'd not want to suck a negroe's prick. But a negro rather likes to have a white woman do that, as it makes feel less like a leper, and that his white girl really likes him for himself."
Dan disregarded the look of pleading in Lola's eyes and when he urged his hips forwards as he stood astride the crouching figure of Joey, Lola opened her mouth resignedly and took the red head of his dark rod between her ruby lips. He could see her movements, and it seemed that she was trying to give him the best treatment. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and her head bobbed as her tongue played round the thick bulk in her mouth.
Dan was becoming more excited now as Lola sucked his stiff dong and a new expression was begginning to overcome his face. His lips were now pulled back, in a snarl and held Lola's blonde head while he ground his cock round the insides of her gobbling orifice. Suddenly he uttered a fierce groan and dragging his prick out of her mouth he pushed her roughly back on the divan. Bay leapt aside as he fell backwards and Joey scampered from between her thighs which rose automatically as she felt herself falling.
Then Dan was sprawling on top of her and her legs parted under him. His fingers gripped her hair and dragged her mouth to his slobbering thick lips. His body crushed hers and her feet sank limply to the floor again as she was pinned under his weight on the edge of the divan. While he tongued her mouth his hips were wriggling about on her until his prick was pressing against the entrance of her cunt-then he sank himself down onto her.
It must have been a fearful cunt entry for she jerked and writhed desperately even under his mighty weight. She lifted her legs and spread them even wider to make his penetration of her sheath easier but he gave her no time to accustom herself to his huge cock size, for he at once began to fuck her with long searing thrusts of his dick. His hips rose and fell over her heaving pussy, and in and out sped his rampant prick. Now his blubbery lips pressed wetly on hers and his thick tongue explored the inside of her fiery mouth. Lola was undoubtedly suffering immense shame and great discomfort but the dread she had of those three negroes ramming up her sister's hole as well as her own kept her from struggling. So she did all she could to assist Dan's furious taking of her body by responding with her own tongue against his and by tightening the walls of her cunt to grip his rod. In this way she gave him a maximum of feeling all along his muscular staff and this brought about an almost instantaneous response from him as with a final spurt of fucking at the speed which a dog fucks a bitch, he uttered a choking gasp and just pulled from her in the nick of time to send his sperm splashing in a series of hot emissions splattering over her white belly. For even in the heat of his passion Dan had the sense to know that whatever else he might do, short of killing the girl, he dare not give her a coloured bastard in her belly.
They lay there, panting for some moments, Lola still with the blobs of sperm on her flat stomach, Dan with his shrinking prick at her side, then he slowly climbed up.
'You're alright, honey, I'll say you are. Judging from this display your white friends will have pretty good fucking with you. Now you rest up while Bay gets you a drink.
Lola gratefully took a stiff shot of whisky before she wiped away the spunk from her belly, but she found her body stiff and aching. I hoped the whisky would help.
Dan turned to his subordinates.
'Now, Bay, this lil white girl is gonna be nice to you, see? She's had one negroe's prick up her and I bet she can't wait to got cracking with another can you?, honey?'-this in a sardonic aside to the trembling Lola. 'Now boy, do her a favour and see she gets it all, but for heavens sake don't shoot up her or you'll have me to answer to."
'Yes sir,' said Bay excitedly, and sat down beside Lola grinning. His white teeth were startling in his black face, as he quietly began to finger the inside of her thighs, moving upwards until his digits were pulling aside the folds of her vagina's entrance. Lola, keeping her side of the bargain, began to stroke his cock. I'm not at all sure that she wasn't getting a sort of perverse thrill out of being at the mercy of the negroes. You know the kind of thing-when a women is supposed to enjoy being mastered-that's according to Freud and a few thousand other psychoes, anyway, Whatever the case she certainly made a good job feeling his body and it looked very natural to me when she at last sprawled back along the divan, leaving her legs wide apart., and pulled him on top of her. Her lips pouted up to his and she stuck out her slim topgue for his thick one to toy with. Then she was groping between their bodies and pulling his penis against her cunt entrance, a little wiggle of her hips and she had the knob clasped inside her lower lips. Then his face was pulled down to hers and I saw her mouth open to take his tongue in, before my eyes returned to where his hips began a steady rhythmic rise and fall on her body, and her buttocks began to lift and fall on the divan as he gave her, her second fuck that afternoon.
I must confess that the sight of Bay's lithe brown figure on top of Lola's spread-eagled white body was tremendously exciting and my own prick was hard inside my pants as I watched her heaving and wriggling under his as he kept up the steady sliding of his prick into the welcoming depths and caressing walls of her steaming pussy.
In fact, Lola put a lot of effort into her screwing but Bay was not so quick to answer as Dan had been and he just kept on slipping her his meat regularly without once changing pace. Meanwhile, their tongues stayed glued together and their necks showed how much work their tongues were doing. Lola's white hands kept fluttering over his black back, and occassionally she grasped his buttocks as if trying to urge him to faster fucking but he was biding his time well, letting her get herself worked up. I realized this, for he must have felt her cunt accepting him and sensed that she had forgotten the circumstances. He was right too, for Lola now had thoughts only for the splendid organ stuffing her nooky and the firm-muscled body on top of her. Harder and harder she tried to urge him on and this went on for something like twenty minutes until Bay could stand off no longer. Slowly, almost imperceptibly his stroke quickened until he was strumming her willing cunny with the speed of an express train. Then his fingers groped under her ass, and taking a buttock in each hand he pulled fiercely upwards to meet his down thrust while the girl reveled in the searing sensations of his dong in her horny twat.
Everyone's attention was fixed on the heaving, locked figures on the divan as they frantically fucked each other and Lola was giving now as she had given to me the first time we'd used her bed. Groans and cries of pleasure mingled with the slurping sound of Bay's prick as it travelled up and down the swimming insides of her cunt. Lola's lips were moving all over his black face as she approached her climax, and her nails were digging into the flesh of his back as she clung to him in a delirium of ecstasy until she suddenly convulsed in an agony of joy, and collapsed limply while Bay flung himself off her and his creamy spunk shot in all directions as he too came to his peak of pleasure.
Lola lay so still, it was clear that she had passed out so it was Masters who broke the silence.
He had sat stlil beside Delia, Whose blouse hung open still displaying her luscious fruits, throughout the act, watching with an air of lascivious greed the spectacle being enacted before him. He now addressed himself to the hapless girl.
'A delicious spectacle my dear. I had no idea your family were so talented. But, alas, poor Joey must wait a while for his piece of tail, so perhaps you would care to keep us in the mood. I think a little striptease would go down nicely at this stage ... or shall I offer you to Joey for relief. Now do it nicely, dear,' he added cajolingly, like a manger coaxing a new starlet out onto the stage,' and let us enjoy the spectacle of Delia's charms."
He signed to Jason to untie her, and when this was done Delia spent a few minutes rubbing her wrists and ankles to get back the circulation.
'We are being watched little one' he whispered menacingly.
Slowly Delia rose. She knew she had to do it well to avoid incurring Masters' displeasure so she put on a smile.
'Mr. Masters, surely you know how much I want to show myself to you. I've thought about you so much since we last met and I'm just longing to please you. How would you like to see my breasts? I'm told they are a little too big, but you can judge for yourself."
So saying, she took the edge of her blouse in her hands and pulled them apart, at the same time arching her back so that her magnificent orbs thrust out from her diaphram like two pumpkins. The valley in between was shadowed by the rising hills so that they seemed to be two separate hills of desirable femininity quite unrelated. At the center of their curve stood the walnut-sized nipples, and the whole ensemble looked hard, as if modeled in marble.
Then, swinging her hips slowly and enticingly, she moved towards the settee where Masters sat, his fat face sweating while his eyes soaked up the beauty of the girl's titties. He edged forward until he was nearly off the seat and as she came within reach he made to grab her. But she skipped backwards with a playful giggle, movements which caused her breasts to ripple deliriously like two balloons stuck to her chest.
'Mr. Masters you naughty man' she purred. Trying to take advantage of my generosity in letting you see my titties.
Then she shrugged off the blouse leaving the top half of her body completely naked. Her torso was enough to send even a homo into raptures....
Next she moved about the room swaying and arching her back, showing off her prizes in all aspects, even going near the two negroes, who ogled her avidly but made no other moves.
Finally she came to a step before Masters again, and placed her hands on the zipper of her skirt. Slowly in the manner of an experienced striptease dancer, she moved it down then, holding the garment by the waistband, she started to lower it. Her little abdomen came in sight, then the bush of black hair on the pubic mound, clearly visible through the transparent material of her briefs. She wore no stockings or girdle and as she let the skirt fall she stood upright, her body taut and splendid in the flimsy garment which hid nothing Then very gently and gracefully she eased down her briefs. As they fell in a small bundle at her feet, there was a whoosh of expiring breath from the audience.
'My dear you should have been a stripper, you do it so well' croaked Masters, red in the face. 'Now turn round and let me see your ass, and make it good."
Delia pivoted slowly until she had turned her back to him, presenting his gloating eyes, which looked very frog-like, with the superb sweep of her lovely back as it swept down into the narrow waist, and out onto the curving sweep of her magnificent asscheeks.
Her rounded buttocks looked like two solid half moons and they ended in two enticing arcs which were followed by the long lines of her smooth thighs tapering into slender calves which perched on high heeled shoes. She looked wonderful and Masters was un-likely to have restrained himself much longer, when there was a murmur from the divan and Lola sat up.
'Come here, my dear' said Masters, and he reached forward and putting an arm round Delia's waist he pulled her down beside him. She went easily and sat beside him in all her naked glory as Lola sat up, Masters returned his hands to Delia's breasts, but his eyes were on Joey who was moving towards the now fully conscious Lola.
Lola looked up at him expectantly. Her tongue flickered over her lips and her eyes held a look of fire as the recent climax she had received under Bay's screwing was still fresh in her memory ... It had obviously wiped away any inhibitions ... and for a dame who had been sex-starved until I poked her a couple of times she was more than ready for another screwing. How different she now looked from the cool but sexy blonde who had engaged me to keep her sister out of mischief.
Joey, without any messing, forced Lola back along the divan then he knelt up astride her head and slowly began to lower his stiff black prick towards her face ... She reached up and grasping his balls tugged him down more quickly and opening her mouth she was licking his rod before it had time to enter her hungry orifice. Then it was disappearing inside and Joey flung himself forward, dragging up her buttocks with his hands and sinking his mouth over the sweating gash of her love nest. Fascinated by this we saw Lola's hand clasp his buttocks (Hell, what a horny bitch she was) and slip one finger into the rim of his anus. She gave a convulsive jerk as he did the same to her, then they wriggled about, sucking, licking, probing and reveling in the perverse pleasure of assholing each other.
Then Joey tried to scramble up. Even as he did so Lola still held his prick and tried to pull it back to her doting mouth but he broke her hold and slithered down the divan. As he nudged her meaningly she pulled up her knee and rolling over she raised her rump to him like a bitch in heat. Swiftly he knelt between her spread legs and aimed his cock at her proffered hole. Then with a surging sweep of his hips he rammed his dong into her. She almost fell forward, but was saved by the quick action of Dan who dashed forwards and grabbed by the shoulders. She opened her eyes and saw him standing beside her and at once reached out and grabbed his penis.
With a grin of expectancy he climbed on the divan in front of her and she at once opened her mouth. Swift as an arrow or a rocket-to use a more modem simile-his prick went into it and reaching under, her Dan began to milk her hanging breasts. This caused her to wriggle delightedly and her hips began to flow forwards and back as Joey started to pump his prick into her from behind. The tableau of black and white flesh began to heave, toss and wriggle with delirious abandon as the two pricks fucked her mouth and cunt.
Joey had a firm grip on her hips and was riding her roughly, his face screwed up with the intense thrill of her educated cunt ... while Dan's eyes were closed in concentration as she let him move his prick to and fro inside her gaping mouth while her tongue tickled up and down his stem.
Grunts and gasps came form the trio as they shagged fiercely backwards and forwards and the tempo of the fucking was stepping up, as faster and faster Joey's staff flew into her and Dan's prick pumped at her greedy mouth. Suddenly Joey could wait no longer and with a groan he withdrew his prick and sent a cascade of creamy sperm shooting along the lines of her back. Lola dragged her mouth from Dan's staff with a cry of sheer frustration. She flung herself pitifully fackwards, away from him. She opened her arms and in a choked voice cried to him.
"Please fuck me ... oh ... please ... I can't ... stand it ... Come quickly you big black monster. Fuck me ... aagh.' Her voice trailed off as he fell onto her, his prick surging up her gaping cunt and calming the urgent need inside her. A few quick heaves of her loins and she came, tossing and jerking with sheer abandon. Dan lay on her and pumped steadily for a few more seconds, then he too was taken by the storm of passion, and came out to squirt heavily onto her sperm and sweat covered body. Then he too slipped beside and placing his hands between her legs he gently fingered her aching crotch, as a lover would his mistress.
While we had gazed mesmerised at the erotic scene Masters had contrived to remove his clothes and he now sat naked beside Delia, his paunch hanging so loosely that it rested on the tops of his thighs. From underneath there poked just the knob of his small but hard penis and now he was ready for Delia. He pulled her unresisting face down to his middle and as she twisted around on the settee, she buried her face under the folds of flesh. However, this was not satisfying for him so he pushed her away and Delia was forced to go between his knees. The heavy cascade of her luxuriant black hair hid from sight whatever she was doing but her rear was sticking out down to her fully crouching position and Masters signalled to Kruger who quickly stripped himself. His tool looked angrily inflamed after his viewing the scenes between Lola and her three dark-skinned lovers and he wasted no time in settling himself beside Delia. Cruelly he tugged apart her thighs and she broke off her sucking to see who it was. When she saw it was not one of the negroes she went back to Master's penis and Jason frigged her from the rear so that she was in much the same position as her sister herself had been in earlier.
She was a hot little thing, though, and soon the feel of Jason's prick sliding along her cunt drove out all thoughts of her circumstances and she began to answer his thrusts with a rotating of her hips. I gased at the rolling motion of those sweeping curves and could think of Jason's penis only as a pencil in a rotating pencil sharpener. I must confess thinking it would serve him right if she were really to sharpen his point.
Meanwhile Masters was puffing and blowing as he sought to shoot his sperm into her mouth.
Suddenly I noticed his face change colour. From a healthy if somewhat violent pink it was going a stark red. Abruptly it changed to a sheet white then even as I watched he gave a rattling sob and his eyes rolled upwards.
Jason broke off what he was doing and jumped off, pulling Delia away from the now limp prick.
'Aw, he's gone soft and he didn't even come' this odd young girl cried in a disappointed voice, but Jason was taking no notice for he was testing Master's pulse.
"Jeez, he's had a stroke" he yelled. "Untie Cranley quickly. Cranleyphone for an ambulance will you? Boys, get this place tidied up and get the hell outta here-pronto. You get dressed girls. Cranley, finished? Good, now if you can forget I slugged you, will you give me a hand to get him dressed?"
Swiftly I helped him dress the heavy little figure. "Do we take the car, boss" called Dan as we worked. "No, leave his. Use my lorry and beat it quick. You girls better leave with them okay?"
"You bet" gurgled Lola, then she looked at me. "Gee, Nick, I'm sorry it turned out this way, but, well you know how it is. These boys have given me something I needed so much. I' well, I oh, hell. However don't forget to come in and see me before you go back to Los Angeles so we can clear up the matter of your fees. Thanks very much for all your help-'but we can talk later."
"Sure Lola. I get it. I've no regrets or hard feelings. Remember, I told you right off I'd no claims nor had you. Anyway I'm only too glad you're happy-and if it helps, I've no colour preference myself. Still thanks for the show. It was great watching you-and I'm coming up to see you as you suggest-mustn't forget the business entirely, even when there's so much pleasure at stake."
Lola laughed wickedly, her whole attitude changed to that of a youthful girl who was suddenly found how good life can be. I hoped that this would be no more than a phase in her life, and that she would settle down in a quieter life-but who am I to wish that for anyone.
"Come on Delia" Lola called as she sped after the three negroes.
Delia, will I see you again?" called Jason.
Delia turned and faced him.
"I think not Jason. After the way you've be haved I do not think I could ever trust you. I'm going to try what my sister's tasted, and to do what she counsels in the future. But thanks for the introduction anyway." Whit a waggle of her sexy buttocks, she strode off.
I stayed with Jason until the ambulance came for Masters. You may like to know that he made a recovery but his heart was so bad that he never again fiddled about with women. And so he got his richly earned deserts in the deprivation of his perverted lusts. Then Jason led the way to Master's car. Just as he went to climb in I socked him full on the jaw. His head snapped back and he lay stretched out unconscious on the driveway. I slipped a note into his jacket pocket suggesting that we were now even, and that he had better never pester either of the Carter girls again. Then I climbed into the car and drove home.
It was about 3:30 a.m. when I found myself back in the bungalow. I went straight into the shower and had a good sluice which freshened me considerably, then I padded into the hall stark naked.
"This is where I came in," chuckled a sexy voice and spinning round I saw Vivienne standing in the doorway which led to the servant's part of the villa. I saw what a vision of loveliness she looked, her sturdy body clad in a shimmering red nightdress. Her hands came up to cup her massive breasts, urging them towards me, then with a slow undulating walk she drew nearer.
The events of the past few hours left me with balls full of ready-to-use liquid and my prick was jutting towards her, hard and rigid with the knob flaming red. Suddenly she swivelled and without looking at me, she swept into my bedroom. I followed as if in a trance but the blood was hammering in my veins. Only moonlight lit the room with a soft glow, and the sound of the water on the beach a few yards off made a low murmuring background. As she settled back on the bed in her flame red covering my mouth went dry at the thought of fucking suck a lovely creature. As I advanced she began to slide her dress gently up her legs until, as I reached the bed, it was above her mound, displaying the rufted bush of thick crinkly hair at the junction of her thighs. Languorously she spread her legs apart showing her cunt, and her arms reached up to me.
As I went to her, she wrapped her arms round my back, and like two well trained performers, our organs met. My prick nuzzled against the entrance of her vagina which was already moist. Then I was surging in, right up the channel into the very depths of her clinging twat-walls. Her muscled walls clung lovingly to my dick, gently easing back the foreskin as I went deeper and deeper until our groins were mashed firmly together. "Now Nick now, oohh, you don't know how I've wanted you. Screw me hard honey, till I yell for mercy ... then screw me harder!"
Whatever she was going to say after that was lost for I started to slide my prick out and in her greedy hole with a fiery burst of thrusts and she dissolved into a panting heaving throbbing mass of female flesh, straining and sweating to meet the attack of her male's dong. So great was our intercourse and so much was it taking from us that we hadn't even the breath to kiss. We just kept our heads side by side and panted as my ass rose and fell on her lifting belly and my cock pistoned into her, crashing her back to the bed as I thrust down, and feeling her hungry cunt lifting with my prick lest it should lose the weapon which so filled and thrilled her.
Up and down I jerked, moving faster and ramming her harder, bringing gurgled gasps and grunts as I smacked down on her pussy driving the breath from her.
"Ohhhh! oooohhhh, yeeeeeessss. aghhhh!" she cried alternately as her nails dug into my back and her fulsome breasts cushioned my chest, the hard nipples seeming to be piercing the very skin of my body.
I felt the rise of sperm in my balls, moving nearer and nearer to the splendour of release and she too felt the extra stiffening and swelling of my cock which heralded the gushing torrent which would soon shoot into her cunt.
"Oooooh, I can ... feel ... mm, you ... swelling. Shoot it, shoot it up me ... no, yes ... yes, NOW!" she cried giving a fierce clamp to my prick with her cunt. I could feel it about to spill and tensing myself for the last time I sank into her for the last time and my cock bubbled every shooting jet after jet of fiery sperm into her burning womb.
"Aaaah," she gurgled delightedly as she relaxed beneath me, her lush figure comforting my dick warmly and comfortingly. "S'Wonderful."
We lay like that for some time after as our senses cooled and returned to normal, then I got off her and taking her hand led her without a word into the bathroom. I pushed the nightdress off her and we stepped into the shower together.
We spent some time soaping each other, then stepping out we had a brisk rub down before walking back to the bedroom. I thought how interesting, if hardly successful in the normal way this trip of mine had been, and thought that when I returned to Los Angeles I really must try to find some really hot paying investigation-although this one certainly had been quite amusing and enlivened my vacation-but meanwhile Vivienne was here, and I was going to enjoy every minute I spent here I knew. My prick hung limply down, and Vivienne looking at it, said a bit ruefully.
"Ready to sleep?"
"Fraid so. I've had a busy day-but stay, and when we wake up...."
We got into bed and were soon fast asleep.
PART THREE
CHAPTER I
Let me make it quite clear at the start that I am no prude. I am well used to men ogling my wife who is very lovely. Her body is slender but well proportioned in the right places. Her breasts and hips curve beautifully. I rather enjoy men looking at her really, it makes me feel that I've got something all would like. Although I get a good idea of what they are thinking, what she would be like on her back with her legs open ready to screw, I am thrilled rather than repelled. When we met Bruce Bailey, however, I sensed at once though I could not say why, that he was different.
We were staying at a small hotel on the coast for a few days as we often did. For our meals we occupied a small table in an alcove at the side of the dining room, and as this table was for three we could not object to having to share it with a tall muscular sort of fellow, looking rather like a retired army officer. This was Bruce Bailey and from the moment we sat there for our first meal he could not keep his eyes from Lilian. We became friendly with him and Lilian seemed completely bemused by his ardent and careful attention to her wants at the table. His cleverly worded flattery, though sickly to my ears, I could tell was thrilling to hers. By the second meal I suspected that he was already fondling her knees under the table, and then he dropped his fork purposely under the table and as he bent to pick it up he took the opportunity of having a lengthy glance up my wife's legs as he could. She knew what he was doing and tried not to blush and so give me case for wonder, but I sensed that she was enjoying this man trying to look up her skirt.
The following day I got a telegram recalling me to town on urgent business. I told Lilian that I hoped I would be back sometime the following day, but as luck would have it the business was quickly concluded and I was able to get back the same night, very late. It was very late indeed, and so I was not surprised' that Lilian had gone to bed. I was surprised when I entered my bedroom, however, to hear two sets of heavy breathing coming from the bed and then I made out two figures in the bed. I struck a match and confirmed the belief that the man in bed with her was Bruce and then left the room as silently as I had entered.
I went for a long walk along the seafront with my hands thrust deep in my raincoat pockets thinking all the while on the events that had certainly taken place while I had been away, trying to picture in my mind Lilian lying on her back being fucked by this other man whom she was still em bracing in her own bed. I felt strangely thrilled and a tremor in my own loins made me feel excited. Bewildered thoughts flashed through my mind and all the time my cock was stiff and swollen to such a degree that it hurt and I could not remember when it had felt so tensed and sensitive. I began to wish I had been there to see her reactions and her expression as Bruce fucked. My thoughts were running away with me and I felt weak with excitement so I sat down in one of the shelters on the promenade. Before I fully knew what I was doing I had my cock out and was jerking away, thinking all the time of my lovely adulterous wife with Bruce's stiff cock stuck up her juicy cunt. I could no contain myself no longer and I felt the spunk surge up my prick and spurt all over my hands. Gradually I relaxed and I felt strangely satisfied. I got up and walked around and then I decided I would not let Lilian know I had returned that night. I waited until morning and arrived at the hotel in time for breakfast letting her think I had come on the early train. It was a queer feeling sitting at the breakfast table with Lilian and Bruce, knowing that they had slept together and that he had well fucked her. Lilian looked tired, as well she might, and she excused her looks by saying that she could not sleep well because of my absence. I smiled to myself thinking that she had been sleeping well enough when I had seen her.
While we continued our meal I couldn't help thinking if and when Bruce was planning to fuck her again. I looked across at him, so broad so strong, perhaps it was not surprising that he could get women. I could visualise the strength of his loins and buttocks as he thrust away and no doubt he had a large prick in proportion to the rest of his bulky figure. I could not help being thrilled by the thought that less than a yard from me was the prick that had so recently fucked my own wife. I looked at Lilian, but she avoided my direct gaze. Little did she know that I already knew that her cunt was no longer my own, that it had been violated by another, more virile member. No longer was she mine and mine alone. Although so pretty and attractive she was in reality only a walking cunt, a body with a hole between her legs in to which she liked to have pricks thrust.
My name is Lilian and I am married to a charming good-natured man and really in most things I have a lot to be thankful for. You see I am considered to be more than average when it comes to looks and figure and I am aware that this is true when I notice so frequently the glances I get from men. Even when I am with my husband I still get the ogling, still get men undressing me with their eyes. I must confess that on numerous occasions when I have met the gaze of an attractive man eyeing me I wish I had the chance really to let him see what I am like. I suppose this is very naughty of me, but that's how it is. Some nights when my husband is making love to me I close my eyes tightly and when he fucks me I try to imagine that it is one of the men I have noticed during the day that is fucking me. I don't know how other married women are, but although I get my satisfaction from my hump with my husband, I would gladly have other sexual interests if they could be presented to to me safely.
As we do quite frequently, we were staying at a small hotel on the coast and sharing our table was a very handsome man, older than my husband, but much stronger looking. He was very tanned and broad and muscular. I caught his eye, his gaze was penetrating, boring right into me and yet at the same time warm and soft. We exchanged smiles and I must say that I was thrilled at the continuous flow of his conversation and the many compliments he kept paying me. I wondered if he could guess what I was thinking. It was a good job my husband couldn't guess my mind, for I was wondering if this handsome stranger had a longer and thicker cock than my husband's. I should think he had and also that, he had more sexual experience than my husband.
I felt his knee pressing against mine under the table but I made no effort to move away. Soon his hand felt for my knee under cover of the table, and I edged my skirt up so that his palm could cover my nylon clad flesh. He squeezed it and then moved his hand across to do the same with my other knee. His fingers beat a gentle tattoo on the inside of my legs just above the knee but without making himself conspicuous that was as high as he could go. I was sorry he could not feel right the way up my clothes. I looked at my husband. He can have no idea this man is feeling my legs. At the next meal Bruce got his hand under the table and prised my legs as far apart as possible with out attracting attention. Then he dropped a fork on the floor and under the pretence of picking it up he bent down under the table and I knew he was looking up my clothes. I was thrilled and I wished I could take my panties off and let him really have something worth looking at and say to him "There it is, waiting for you to abuse it, there's my cunt, have it, do what you like with it." But instead all I could do was to spread my legs a little wider and give him a better view.
As luck would have it the next day my husband had to go to town on business and he would certainly be away for the night at least. I retired early to my bedroom and waited. Although we had made no prior arrangements I knew Bruce was aware of my husband's absence and he was not the sort of man to miss an opportunity. I was not mistaken, a short while later he came into my bedroom and without a word knelt down beside the bed and laid his head on my bare arm. As he rubbed his face up and down my arm he murmured "Sweet Lilian, let me feel your soft flesh, the lovely smooth surface of your arms." While he did so I raised my other hand to caress his face and neck and letting my lips open slightly I lay back and waited for him to kiss me. I wanted him to know that I was all his, for whatever he wanted to do. As the kiss became more violent he tried to pull the sheets down, but they were gripped between our bodies. My hands slid round his broad back. Now his hand was under the sheets pushing them down and his arm went round my waist until his hand settled on my belly only inches from where my hairy triangle started to sprout. I had to feel him, to know what his prick was like, nothing on earth could have stopped me. I got the buttons of his shirt undone, he slipped his jacket off and soon he was naked from the waist up. As he stood close to the bed I unfastened his belt and not being able to restrain my impatience any longer I did not try to undo his buttons but thrust my hand down the front of his trousers. He was now half bending over me paralysing me with his weight and playing with my titties. He stood naked and I was rewarded with the sight of his massive cock like a huge iron bar that jutted out from his hairy belly, I placed one hand under his heavy balls and my other hand encircled the thick stem dragging the foreskin slowly back to reveal his robust, purple knob.
How that intrigued me. Like someone under the influence of an unseen power I could not take my eyes from that strong instrument of pleasure. Half standing, half bending over me as he was his loins were very close to my face and I got a brilliant view of his genitals. With a strong overpowering urge framing my lips into a large O I moved my face nearer to the smooth gland. I wanted to kiss it, to suck it, to run my tongue all over it but even when this mad desire infested me I drew back. What would he think of me, a whore, a bag, and yet I just had to. I opened my mouth wide and lowered it over the fat knob, not letting it touch me, holding my mouth like that for several seconds, but eventually I had to give myself up to this strange desire and I closed my mouth over the swollen throbbing cock-head. He groaned and fell down on the bed beside me. I managed to keep my mouth tightly closed over his prick while he pushed down the bed clothes and moved my body so that he was laying in the opposite direction to me and his face was close to my throbbing cunt. His face was in my loins, oh this was paradise itself. Mere tightly I closed my oily lips over his cock, gently moving my mouth to try to give him as much pleasure as I could with my experienced mouth. I opened my legs for him, he pushed my loins upwards to his face and his hands slid under my asschecks gripping my buttocks and pulled me tighter against his face. What a lover he was, his tongue probing inside my hot slit was something my husband had never done to me, but how I loved this new sensation. I clamped my legs over his head making his face a prisoner between my close thighs.
His cock was too big for me to take comfortably in my mouth and I longed to feel its strength thrust into my cunt. He pulled away from me and the next moment he was on top of me his bulk between my outstretched thighs and at last his prick, fat and thick, was embedded in my cunny of love and I was right, he was so much thicker than my husband. I pushed my body up to meet him every time he pushed his belly down onto mine. This was a fuck we were both enjoying all the more from having looked forward and imagined it from the first time we had met. All too soon the gorgeous climax came and he lay panting beside me his prick dwindling. He told me to play with his prick and soon I amazed to see it come to life and within a few minutes he was sliding on top of me and fucking me again.
Although not so furious and intense and the first time it was good long grind for us both, and I fell back exhausted. Then before we finally drifted off into sleep we worked and rubbed each other up until we were able to indulge in a third and final bout of fucking.
I woke in the morning to find Bruce fingering my still wet cunt, and it wasn't long before I begged him to put his cock in me again. He quickly got on top of me and I thrilled again as I felt his monster go deep inside me for the fourth time. I felt hotter and hornier than I had ever been in my life and I bounced up and down on the bed urging him on. I felt his prick get even larger and just as I reached my climax I felt him come and his hot spunk shot into my wet vagina. I had never had such a night's fucking in my whole life and I was glad to have taken the chance to have Bruce. We were very lucky really, for quite unexpectedly my husband come back on the early train in the morning. It is a good thing he didn't come back late the previous night. As we all sat and enjoyed our breakfast I wonder what my husband would have said had he known that the other man at out table had fucked me so many times in his absence, with the most heavenly dong I've ever had up my cunt in my whole life....
Perhaps it is as well that Lilian didn't know that her husband had in fact come back that previous night and had seen her in bed with Bruce. However human nature being what it is, all three at that small breakfast table were happy in their own particular knowledge.
The stranger had experienced the cunt of the wife. The wife had sampled the thrills of illicit fucking, and the husband knew that his wife had been well fucked by another man and the thought thrilled him.
CHAPTER II
A few days after their return to town Bruce contacted Lilian again and arranged to take her to a small, very select club that he knew. Just how select Lilian would soon find out. In one of the back streets of Soho they alighted from their taxi and he took her into a grim looking basement. A quick knock on the door and they were admitted and passed into a crowded cellar. Here in the room thick with cigarette smoke a four piece band ground out its steady rhythm.
Couples on the overcrowded floor tried to dance although some of them were just making it the excuse for fondling and feeling each other and never troubled to move round the floor at all. Through this crowd with Bruce's hand on her arm Lilian was guided into another room. Battered tables were set round the walls, all the tables being occupied and she gasped as she saw that most of the people there were in various stages of undress. A couple very close to where she was standing were completely naked and were in a passionate embrace. The man had his hand over the bare breast of his attractive companion, and while he kissed her Lillian saw his hand slide down to the woman's belly. His mouth detached itself from hers and went down to the nipple his fingers had aroused.
Lilian felt a strange exciting thrill when she saw the man's hands slide between the woman's waiting thighs and his long fingers intermingle with the black hair surrounding her cunt. As he rubbed her up the woman slowly opened her legs wider and wider for him and Lilian saw her begin to rock herself from side to side and now and then upwards at his rubbing hand. It was not long before he clambered between her thighs and Lilian felt the pressure of Brace's hand on her arm tighten as they both watched the couple. They saw the women clasp the upward curved stiff member that jutted from the loins of the would-be lover. Her belly heaved upwards, forcing her buttocks off the heavy rag on which they were lying. There was no doubt how badly she wanted him to penetrate her. Lilian could sense the huge bulge at the front of Brace's trousers, like herself he was thrilled at watching the couple on the floor. Then the man got on top of the women, one arm under her neck and the other beneath her raised buttocks, pulling her gasping down to him. A brief wiggle to their loins and he sank down on her and although they could not get a very clear view, Lilian and Brace knew that long curved prick was now safely embedded in the welcoming cunt of the horny woman.
For several minutes they watched the joined couple and at first there was little movement but slowly the man started to push back and forth and to roll his hips from one side to the other trying to penetrate even deeper into the willing woman. They saw the hands clench at the heaving buttocks above her and Lilian knew all too well the sort of feeling in her pussy the woman must be getting now.
She had to have more and more cock inside her, hence the furious pulling at the man's buttocks. Lilian would have liked to stay and see the culmination of the act but Bruce pulled her away through the crowded room to a table vacant near another door. A waiter brought them some drinks and while they were sipping these and looking round a couple at the next table suddenly stood up and swayed towards them.
The woman was a heavily built amazon type with great bulging breasts and she stood directly in front of their table. She swayed but somehow managed to keep to her feet. Putting up her heavily ringed fingers she began to undo the high neck of her evening gown. Soon enough buttons were undone to make the dress open out at the front The man she was with came up behind her, wrapping his arms round her and jiggled her large breasts about while she continued to bend over and unfastened the remaining buttons on her dress. As the lovely gown at last billowed from top to bottom, the woman's thick thighs, massive curved belly and luxuriant growth of pubic hair came into view as well as her great swinging breasts. She now half turned and thrust her hands down the front of the man's trousers. Lilian was pleased to see the man's trousers drop to his ankles and to see the woman's broad hand on his stiff penis, a stout, trick cock that seemed to glow. The woman dropped to her knees and after rubbing the smooth knob against her cheeks she opened her carmined lips and engulfed the cock while her hands went behind him to grip his buttocks until the skin turned crimson with the pressure of her fingers.
The man was obviously anxious to fuck her properly and roughly pushing her away forced her to the floor on her back and threw himself upon her. For the second time in a few minutes Lilian was delighted to see a man getting into a woman. Lilian became very excited but also very hot and a little faint what with the scene bfeore her and the heat of the room and the effect of the strong drinks. She never remembered seeing the climax of the fucking on the floor but came to sitting in a small alcove at the side of the room a little apart from the crowded part and a man, a complete stranger to her beside her. He was smoking a very unusual cigarette and seeing she was now coming round he thrust a similar looking cigarette between her lips and lit it. Following his instructions to draw heavily on it Lilian did so and felt a strange feeling of warmth creep over her. Although she did not realize it was smoking marijuana and after a few more drags the sweet taste seemed to pervade her whole body and the feeling of warmth and lightness swept all over but was at its most sensitive in the regions of her breasts and cunt.
The man was unfastening her dress and trying to remove it altogether. She tried to move but all movements seemed to take place on a cloud of warm soothing air and her limbs seemed to be out of control. Almost without knowing how he did it Lilian found herself naked except for her shoes and stockings and the brief garter belt round her waist. The man's hands were everywhere. As they lighted on her breasts she was amazed at the heaviness of her titties and yet at the same time how sensitive her flesh seemed as he touched her. One of his hands was now flat on her belly, pushing against her, making her grunt with pleasure as with the other hands in the small of her back he made her rock herself backwards and forwards.
She was just aware of him pulling her up and laying her across the tabletop. Her lovely legs dan gled over the side and now he began to fondle her in real earnest He separated the lips of her pussy and rubbed his fingers up and down to make her cunt wetter and more horny to receive him. He felt her getting hotter and wetter as he continued his manipulations. Lilian was moaning with pleasure and pushed her legs wider apart trying to give him more room to play with. Then the man got between her outstretched legs and in one huge thrust drove his iron-hard prick up into her. Her pulsating cunt closed round his cock and he began to push and withdraw and push right up into her twat again with steady strokes. Lilian was barely aware of what he was doing but she loved the sensation that had overtaken and overpowered her senses, but she hardly appreciated the fact that she was being fucked. She moaned softly as her inner juices began to grow, but then the sensations grew more faint. Her new lover had withdrawn altogether, his stiff steaming cock jutting in front of him as he looked down on her. He wanted to enjoy this delicious woman to the full but he wanted her to know what he was doing and to enjoy it and join in the fuck-fest.
He patted her cheeks for several moments, then as this had no effect, he began to hit her quite hard, and gradually she appeared to recover some of her senses.
"What are you doing?" she said.
He smiled at her without answering and putting his arms round her tried to press his mouth to hers. She pushed him away, struggling as hard as her sapped strength would allow, to get him away from her. But he just chuckled and pushed her flat on her ass again, one hand placed firmly on her tits to hold her down and the other gripping up between her thighs, his fingers finding their way between the doublelipped fleshy entrance into the inner moisture of her gaping cunt.
Lillian writhed and struggled. Her mind was completely befuddled-she couldn't think why she was struggling-she only knew that she was and that she had at once time a reason for doing so. But amid all the flurry of her thrashing legs and flailing arms, she felt the man get between her legs, and felt his rigid pecker shooting into her. The heat of his horny cock invaded her gaping cunt, and with the first complete thrust she stopped her struggles. This was cock, she suddenly realized, real hard live cock, and thing she felt for now. She lay back, her arms falling down the side of the table, her legs wide open, and her knees raising and falling gaping apart in spasmodic lurches.
Lilian was being well screwed-she didn't know who her lover was, and at the moment she didn't care either. She was having cock and never had she wanted it so badly as she did at this particular moment. She managed to raise her head slightly and to try to look down between their bodies. She saw the sight of his bulky stomach against her curved belly, his prick in her cunt. What a thrilling and exciting spectacle it was! Now it was her turn to participate in the scene, after seeing the other couples enjoying delightful humping.
She caressed him ardently, pulling herself on him the more, as their orgasm grew nearer. The furious working of her loins and asscheeks increased, and then for a few brief seconds they were as onetheir mutual groaning and movements died to a simper, and into her waiting cunt his hot creaming sperm was deposited with the usual ecstatic sensations flowing through their bodies.
As the man withdrew from her, the tall powerful figure of Bruce lumbered up beside them. He too was naked now, and as the man disappeared into the crowded floor, Bruce bent over the pros trate body of the lovely woman he had brought to this dean of sexual depravity.
A few carefully manipulated frigs up Lilian's spunk saturated hole and she was writhing her loins about like a mad thing. Bruce lay down on the floor and then pulled her on top of him. As he lay on his back it was very easy for him to guide her over his stiff prick, and soon she was bucking herself up and down on top of his cock, her knees spread on either side of his hips.
Another powerful man watched them from close quarters. He had seen this lovely, newcomer to the club being frigged on the table top, and had intended to take her next, but now another man had got before him, and the woman was fucking him. As he watched her, this man fingered his prick with its ironhard erection, and going nearer, fondled her bucking buttocks, loving the feel of her smooth white flesh. Then he crouched down getting behind Lilian's straining bottom and forcing her buttocks outwards every time she thrust herself down onto Bruce's prick. The man guided his prick up between her ranging thighs and by keeping her flesh spread apart he was able to guide his knob to that small asshole opening that till then remained to be penetrated.
Lilian gave a cry of pain and surprise when she felt what this man was trying to do to her. She tried to wriggle away from him, but this only aided him in his dark intent. He grabbed her firmly about the hips, forcing her hard down, and making Bruce groan with the sheer pleasure of her fierce downward lunge. As the prick slid into her bottom hole Lilian began to get more pleasure than pain from this double penetration. She was beginning to enjoy the completely new sensation. Never had she visuallised being doubly explored at the same time, never had she thought she would be able to take and enjoy two big cocks at the same time.
Soon she found she was quite uncapable of being the active member in this strange union-she was compelled to give herself up to the movements of her two lovers. She was no longer mistress of her own feelings or of her body actions. She had become entirely dependent on them for all movement and sensual activity.
She lay between them like a stunned wounded animal, helpless, yet loving this feeling of being helpless in this strange predicament. Sandwiched between their thrusting dicks she sighed and moaned with the ecstasy they provided for her body. Both men strained and pushed, while she remained imprisoned between them, the seat of their lust. Never had she dreamed of being to such a peak of enjoyment and pleasure following from the sexual act, and now as they all three trembled and shook as their triple orgasm grew nearer, she knew that she would, in the future, want to try and repeat this as frequently as possible.
Amid her own wonderful cunt spend the two men emptied their balls of hot spunk into her, and breathless, all three rolled away and disentangled themselves from the others.
Less than an hour later Lilian and Bruce, dressed and looking spick and span, as if none of these fantastic happenings had ever occurred, left the club. Now Lilian caught a cab to go home to her husband, and Bruce, going the opposite way, looked about him as he walked in the dark streets for fresh cunt to entertain.
