"Velvet Tongue" is a dramatic, but searingly truthful expose of individuals powerless in the grasp of one of the commonest sexual perversions in today's society. Although some of the critics felt that the sex details gone into by the author were excessively detailed and on the sensational side, the book was eagerly bought up by the general public. It's phenomenal sale was cut short by an order of the Office of the Chief Censor banning it from the London bookstalls. Numerous copies survived in the libraries of collectors of avant garde erotica on the continent, and so eventual reprinting was possible.
Comments from the actual case history files of the famous analyst, Dr. K. Steiner, will be found interesting and pertinent. Dr. Steiner states: "Geraldine C. was shy and had difficulty in dating until a boy she liked practically forced her to perform fellatio on him, orgasming in her mouth. Her obsessive compulsion seems to date from this incident.
"In Geraldine's own words: 'I know this sounds ridiculous, but overnight I became a fiend for sucking a cock. I know it's a contradiction to everything I had ever been, but it happened. In fact, it got to where I couldn't do without it. I just had to prove myself by sucking cock....
"'Larry, a boy I dated for awhile, dared me to suck the entire football team. I surprised the hell out of him when I told him to set it up and I'd do it.
"'Well, he snuck me into the locker room. He hid me in the locker room and the boys started coming to me one by one. They made me take my clothes off so they could see me naked while I blew them, and I stayed down on my knees sucking one delicious cock after the other. Several wanted to fuck me too, but I stopped them-there were too many dicks to blow. The deal was that I would suck the entire first string off, and that's what I did.
"'A couple of the boys had big pricks real thick ones. My mouth was sore after taking eleven of them on, but I made it all the way. You probably won't believe this, but I came eleven times! Just having a boy's prick in my mouth excites me, and I almost invariably come while I am sucking it.'"
If the material above and the dramatic facts in this novel can convince the reader that psychosexual perversions has subtle beginnings, is habit-forming and character-eroding-it should be of great help in many ways. Self-discipline in time can help greatly, when one is aware that a serious problem exists ... or trained clinical help should be sought for problems of this nature.
Continental Classics presents this book in its complete and unexpurgated form. It is recommended for graduate students and the mature adult reader only.
Allan Saunders, M. A. New York City September, 1968
Archive Note: The large number of misspellings present in the original pocketbook are faithfully reproduced in this text. No attempt whatsoever has been made to correct those misspelled or misused words.
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
"Is this the place do you think?"
The small red sports car drew up outside a small semi-derelict house. The good looking young man at the wheel leaned across to look at the map spread out on the lap of the young lady beside him.
"Yes, this must be it darling, look, there is the name Elphane Cottage on that piece of board in the hedge."
The young lady was folding up the map, revealing a pair of very shapely knees which her shortish pale blue skirt failed to hide.
Pam and Paul Foster had motored down from London to this wild part of Hertfordshire on the invitation of a certain Mrs. Phame whom they had met some months ago. During the course of their conversations Mrs. Phame had cleverly brought up the subject of Magic and Occult Seances into the discussion, with the result that she had managed to get this pleasant young couple interested in the strange cult. Interested enough for them to accept her invitation to her country cottage where she said she held seances and certain witch-craft rites took place.
Paul had been a little interested in this subject before he had met Pam. Since their marriage just over a year ago he had more or less forgotten all about this but now with this new friend of theirs, Mrs. Phame seemingly well versed in the practices, he was again curious and interested.
That his wife Pam should show so much interest surprised him and at the same time he felt apprehensive and worried. He would have far rather taken up the subject again without her knowing anything about it, but now this was impossible and they were both about to enter for the first time a place in which strange and unknown rites had taken place.
He ran the car round a side lane beside the cottage. A large Rolls Royce was already parked discreetly up this little unmade lane. No doubt belonging to the other guests. Mrs. Phame had said she would be inviting another couple to this particular seance.
A moment later Pam and Paul were being welcomed by their hostess. Mrs. Phame was clad in an almost transparent white veil which covered her from head to toe. The appearance of this woman, who had been clad so smartly when they had last seen her in town, gave the young couple quite a shock. They saw that she was naked beneath the veiling; she smiled at them and beckoned them through the small low beamed hall into a back room.
"There is no need to be surprised or shocked at my veiling," she said, her voice low and penetrating. "You will soon understand that in my domain there is no need for the clothing of this wicked world."
Pam and Paul saw their fellow guests. They were pleased that they were dressed normally, not in any rather bizarre fashion such as Mrs. Phame.
"This is Mr. and Mrs. Drew, Mr. and Mrs. Foster," Mrs. Phame was introducing the couples to each other.
Paul saw that the Drews were very well dressed, no doubt the owners of the Rolls outside. Mr. Drew was in his mid-fifties, certainly about thirty years older than Paul or his wife. A good looking man with greying hair, rather lean body with thin hands that showed the veins and bones rather more than was normal. Mrs. Drew was considerably younger than her husband, although still quite a few years older than Pam and Paul. She was a very attractive woman, obviously one who spent a lot of time and money on her appearance. Her face was beautifully made up and her hands were perfectly white and manicured.
In the centre of the room was what looked like an old oak chest, on which stood various strange metal and rubber objects. A few of the things were easily recognizable, such as a crucifix, a silver chalice, a long ivory handled knife, several black cords, and several other objects which Paul could not see too well and could not identify.
Mrs. Phame had closed the door. Already the room seemed stuffy but as she lit a small metal incense burner which stood on the box she called her 'altar' the blue wispy smoke from the burner soon had the room even more humid and Paul saw that his wife was already clutching the edge of the 'altar' as in her befuddled mind she felt she was going to fall.
The incense being burnt must have been extremely strong. Paul felt dizzy but the other couple did not seem so effected by it. This was because they were used to it; they had been to the cottage many times before. It did not have quite the same immediate effect on her senses.
"Now will you form a circle, with your backs to the altar. That's right. Now please hold hands, form a complete human circle. That's right."
Mrs. Phame was instructing and getting her four flock in to position. Pam was between her husband and Mr. Drew so that the circle was man-woman-man-woman all linking hands, all facing outwards from the altar where Mrs. Phame stood.
"Now the first thing we must do to encourage a spirit to be invoked amongst us is to cause the most ecstatic vibration that can be attained by mere humans and in so doing make a suitable foliage into which the spirit from another world can live again. Only with this spirit present can we work the magic we have gathered here to witness. You will move slowly round and round, keeping your hands linked to one another all the time. The circle must not be broken, move round slowly, slowly. That's right, that's it!"
Mrs. Phame was clapping her hands. The four began to shuffle sideways, moving in a circle round the altar, facing outwards this was not as easy as it sounds, and with the ever-smouldering incense being burnt all the time, causing their senses to reel it was not long before all four were glad of the help from each other's hands in maintaining their movements.
There was little doubt that the fumes from the incense burner were effecting them all now. The oak beams that ran across the ceiling and along the walls of this small room at the rear of the cottage were a hazy mass of black and white. Behind them the four cavorting bodies were aware of the white vailed Mrs. Phame who was inciting them to attain ecstatic vibrations in a voice that did not seem to belong to her. Certainly it was a more high pitched tone than was her normal voice in which she was urging her flock to:
"Excite yourselves, excite yourselves to the "most ecstatic vibrations you can!"
While she spoke she was pulling their hands so that now the circle was broken. She went on, almost screaming at them:
"It is in your bedrooms, you married vermin, that you get closest to attaining the necessary ecstasy, show me what you do-show me ... SHOW ME ... SHOW ME ... SHOW ME!!!"
The two couples naturally formed up in their married pairs. Pam gripped Paul's arm while the older couple were ardently kissing one another. In his befuddled state Paul saw old Drew running his hand under the dress of Mrs. Drew drawing her dress-hem upwards to expose her beautifully silken stockinged limbs. It wasn't until his own wife implanted a passionate kiss on his mouth that he lost sight of the other couple.
Mrs. Phame meanwhile was leaning across to slip her hands between Pam and Paul. The fingers were quickly unfastening the buttons of Pam's very smart nylon blouse. The lemon-coloured bra straps were soon loosened and slipped down from her shoulders so that her delightfully pointed pert breasts were bared.
"Show me what you do in your bedrooms. Show me ... show me...." Mrs. Phame went on screeching at them like a demented person. "Only there can you attain the vibrations we need, only in that ecstatic state can we summon the spirits to us."
Paul bent his face to his wife's lovely breast. Taking each nipple in turn in his mouth and sucking on it avidly while all the time he tried to watch what the other couple were doing. He seemed more interested in the attractive Mrs. Drew than in his own wife, a typical reaction under such circumstances, and one that Mrs. Phame knew all about and encouraged.
Mrs. Phame saw where Paul's eyes were directed. She went across to Mrs. Drew and lifted the dress right up at the back to the waist so that the slender shapely limbs of the older woman were shown. Paul sucked on Pam's nipples all the harder when he saw that Mr. Drew was helping their hostess to disrobe the softly moaning Mrs. Drew. A strange hot-sensed thrill went through him when he saw the rather bulbous breasts of Mrs. Drew naked, the nipples seemed so large, a much darker red than the pinkly tips of the nipples of his own young wife.
Pam was also watching the other half of the 'flock'. She saw the hands of Mrs. Drew at the fly of her husband's trosuers but it was the hand of Mrs. Phame that delved inside to withdraw a thick cock that was by no means in a full state or erection.
At the sight of another man's penis Pam felt a thrill race through her. Her head was pounding. She tried to focus her eyes on that thing but the room was spinning round and her head was swimming. Yet somehow she managed to keep the sight of that thick cock in her line of vision. She saw Mrs. Drew slowly rubbing her husband's cock while Mrs. Phame now bent down and rolled the silk stockings down to the ankles of Mrs. Drew's lovely legs.
Without taking her eyes from that cock Pam fumbled at the front of her own husband's trousers and drew out his rampant penis, stroking it yet at the same time gazing at the prick in the hands of Mrs. Drew.
Paul was quite aware of his wife's interest and her hand gripped his prick harder as they watched Mrs. Drew slowly drop of her knees and bury her face in the loins of her husband. They saw that she was quite unashamedly sucking his cock and licking him with all the flair and energy of one who make a habit of such an act.
Paul's own cock grew all the harder as he watched, and his wife grew more inwardly heated and was about to drop to her knees in front of him and do the same treatment as Mrs. Drew was doing to her husband. Suddenly Mrs. Phame raised her hands above her head. The two couples were silent and motionless; taking the two women by the hand she switched them over, and now Pam was with the elderly Mr. Drew and the excited and almost naked Mrs.
Drew was standing with Paul.
The thick cock of Mr. Drew was sticking out from his trousers like a mast. He was already feeling up under Pam's skirt with both his hands. Delightedly she stood allowing him every license. Paul lost sight of his wife as he bent his face to the delicious globes of Mrs. Drew's tits.
Pam who had been about to go down and suck her husband's prick did not want to be denied such a pleasure and without shame she dropped to her knees in front of Mr. Drew and commenced to suck him in every bit as efficent a manner as his wife had been doing. Old Drew leant down to caress her lovely bare breasts while she sucked at his ever-thickening cock.
Meanwhile Paul, almost without knowing it was sliding down to his knees and getting his head between the open ready thighs of Mrs. Drew, his mouth was at her cunt. With the first taste of her sexy lubricant juice he knew that nothing else mattered at that moment save the wonderful cunt that was being drawn into his open mouth. Sucking and licking at it avidly Mrs. Drew meanwhile was laying along the floor beside him, getting into the position where she could reach his stiff prick with her mouth and so the perfect union of sex with mouth was attained.
The small room was filled with the moans of lust and of lusts being gratified-the ecstatic vibrations about which Mrs. Phame had spoken were being readily reproduced.
With his face buried in the warm wet hole of Mrs. Drew, Paul had forgotten about his pretty wife, seemingly pretty Mrs. Pam Foster had forgotten about her good looking husband too, so busy was she with this new sexual de light. Watched by the jubilant Mrs. Phame who had now stripped off her veiling so that she was naked, the two couples engaged in mutual sexmouth unions, the sounds of slobbering and soft gasps and moans of pleasure showing to what heights of delight this sexual license was bringing them.
The elderly and worldly experienced Mr. Drew as the perfect man for such a job with the attractive young wife. Few men had his skill at sucking a young woman and the cries of anguish and lust coming from Pam gave ample proof that she was appreciating this master with his face to her cunt.
Drop by drop her precious juice was drawn and sucked from her inner membranes. Her hips never stopped rolling, her moans never ceased, her hips rose and fell twisting in the mock throes of intercourse. Paul was also giving every satisfaction to his new partner. The fleshy thighs of Mrs. Drew completely enveloped his head and neck, down amongst the fleshy nest his tongue was bring her to the peak just as Mr. Drew was sucking-off the lovely young wife.
Mr. Drew at last raised his face from the wet juicing cunt of Pam, but keeping a long thin middle finger well crooked into her hole he was masturbating her while they looked across at Mrs. Drew and Paul.
It was just at that moment that the tongue and lips of Paul were drenched with love-dew of Mrs. Drew's second orgasm. At the instigation of the naked Mrs. Phame the two women were pulled to their feet and all four stood panting and excited in front of the altar. Neither woman made any move towards her own husband and Paul was surprised that his wife showed no signs of remorse or regret and hardly spared him a glance. Instead she stood hand in hand with elderly Mr. Drew as all four waited for the next instructions from the naked Mrs. Phame.
It was the trembling but excited Mrs. Pam Foster that Mrs. Phame drew out away from the others. They followed the two women across the room behind the altar where a low canvas bed affair stood. Laying Pam down on the canvas bed after she had been stripped naked. Mrs. Phame slowly kissed every part of the lovely body. The woman showed marked added attention to the younger woman's breasts, sucking with her mouth hungrily over the nipples, the large yawning mouth of the woman seemed to devour all of the breast with every downward thrust of her jaws.
Then the face slid down to the heaving belly, making Pam cry out as she took playful bites at the tender flesh of the belly itself. Mrs. Drew was being embraced between her husband and Paul. Arms were round her naked torso, hands were at her breasts as they watched the young wife being aroused to new sensual heights by the experienced Mrs. Phame.
Never before had Paul seen his wife so constantly writhing, her loins were arched upwards towards that face poised so near to her most vibrant spot of all. There was no doubt at all that she was giving her dewy 'cherry' to this woman's avid mouth.
A high pitched squeal followed by a heartfelt moan that Paul had never heard his wife utter before signalled that the mouth was in fact directly in contact with the other 'mouth' of the young wife. It is hard to explain the sensation or the strange thrill that Paul experienced as he watched his wife being brought to this pitch by the mouth of another woman.
Meanwhile Mrs. Drew was happily watching the two woman and at the same time jerking the two thick pricks of her companions. The prick of her own husband was every bit as thick and strong as this young man's, even though he was so much older. All three of them were anxious for sexual relief in some shape or form very urgently.
The two men stripped off naked, now all five of them in that small stuffy incense-filled room were bare as the day they were born. Mrs. Phame got up from her heaving sobbing writhing victim, beckoning the two men to stand at the other side of the altar. She pulled Pam to her feet and made her join hands with Mrs. Drew.
Both women were mad for sex, both in the most advanced state of heat. They gazed across the room at the two naked men, two massive pricks in great erection met their stare. Below each cock swung testicles fully charged with juice that both women crazed after.
Slowly the two women moved round the altar, at first it seemed likely that each woman would approach her own husband. Certainly they were standing so that this would be the easiest coupling-but Mrs. Phame knew different, she knew how the women would react.
With a cry like a crazed animal Mrs. Drew threw herself at the feet of the young Paul Foster, getting her mouth wide open as she stuffed his cock in her lips and sucked at him as if her life depended on her energy.
Paul gave a deep sigh of contentment and looked to see what his wife was doing. Old Mr. Drew was leaning against the corner of the altar, his legs wide open and between them knelt pretty Mrs. Pam Foster, her mouth crammed with his massive prick as she sucked him with every bit as much abandon as Mrs. Drew treated Paul.
It seemed to add to his own pleasure when he saw his pretty wife toying with the heavy balls of old Mr. Drew, her lovely fingers on his hairy ball-bag seemed so exciting, so sexy and sensual. His line of vision was marred now by the intervention of Mr. Phame. She was pulling Mrs. Drew up from Mr. Drew's feet. He watched her take the willing woman across to the other end of the altar, bend over her, her face downwards across the altar top.
Mrs. Phame turned and beckoned Paul over. Almost before he knew it he was behind the lovely naked bottom of Mrs. Drew, his arms around her waist, his cock being guided by the fingers of Mrs. Phame into the asshole of Mrs. Drew.
At first his pleasure was less at the shock of seeing Mrs. Phame attending to the other couple and obviously going to get them to engage in this ass fucking as well. He watched his pretty wife being turned over on her tummy and pushed half across the altar, now it was the great stiff cock of old Drew that was gouging into Pam's asshole.
The couples began to rock in rhythm. The strong oak altar began to creak under the strain so hard did the two men go at their hot bottoms. How is it possible to explain the sensations or the thoughts of a man who is engaging in the wonderfully thrilling act of fucking a lovely tight ass of a lovely woman while he is watching his own wife being fucked in this obscene manner by another man?
Whatever thoughts he had were lost in the wild urgent spasms of ecstasy that went through him as he came into the waiting gripping anus on his cock. His fingers sought and found the enlarged clitoris of Mr. Drew as he fingered her madly to her own peak.
The gasps and cries of delight from his wife told Paul that she too was coming at the same time as her bottom was being filled with semen.
* * *
The effect of the orgasm that shook his body from head to toe and the stifling heat and incense made Paul pass out. When he came to he was laying on a thick skin rug alone one wall of the room, a few feet from his pretty wife Pam who lay with a man he had not seen before!
He was an ugly brute of a man, older even than Mr. Drew and heavily breathing Pam was allowing him to toy and finger between her open legs. She was even gazing into the ugly face of the brute with a gaze at once filled with passion and longing, her lovely thighs spread wider apart and Paul tried to get up and get across to her.
He fell back, he did not seem to have the strength to move, he could just watch, that was all, he looked round, he was not sure if the Drews were still in the room or not. He could not see too well outside of a small circle of vision. He gave a moan of despair as he saw his pretty wife pulling the old man over on top of her. Paul had a perfect view of what was taking place and he saw the brute kneel back slightly between his wife's legs, saw his hand go to Pam's cunt, saw his fingers spread the glistening fleshed lips well apart and then leaning on top of her guide his massive dick to the opening made by his fingers.
Paul felt a strange shudder go through him as he heard his wife gasp, that fat knob was sliding between her cunt lips alright. Paul felt strangled and yet elated and excited, he leaned to watch closer and saw his wife wriggling her ass under the brute. He was clearly trying to get more and more of his prick up her cunt. Then suddenly as if bewitched she wrapped her arms round him and hugged him down on top of her as though he were the most heavenly thing she knew.
For a few moments they jerked madly at one another, the perfect union, big strong cock up a wild, horny cunt. It was soon evident by his actions that he was coming inside her already. Perhaps he had been in dire need of a woman, perhaps the hard-up wantonness of this young and pretty wife had been too much for him to prolong the union. Whatever the reason he was now filling her with his sperm.
His wife's utterances of dismay filled Paul with a new strangeness; never had she used such phrases when he had made love to her:
"Darling ... please ... no ... please ... don't stop ... please don't stop fucking me," she literally screamed out at her brutish lover. Paul watched her going mad with passion, saw her lift her face to bite and chew at the thick lips of the man, her hands hugged him closer to her, her fingers clawing at his naked backside as she tried to pull him into her deeper and to keep his prick 'alive'.
The way Pam worked herself about under her man was proof she did not intend him to leave her until he had fully satisfied her. His gyrating and murmurings of love to him must have had the desire effect for the man made no move to get up off her.
Paul saw the big man ease his hands under the twisting writhing ass. The way he delved his palms well under the heavy cheeks of flesh showed his fingers were trying to find her asshole. At the thought of this man fingering Pam's ass the vision of Mr. Drew fucking her lovely ass with his great prick filled Paul's mind.
He felt strangely horny and sexy at the thought, the gasp from his wife indicated that her asshole was being penetrated again, this time by the thick fingers of this big man.
Pam was trying to lift her lovely legs up, another heave and she had them up round the waist of her new partner. Now he was fucking her again for the second time and, without uncoupling, this big man was fucking lovely Pam and Paul was half laying there watching every moment of his attractive wife's fuck.
This time the fuck lasted. Paul could not help but wonder what sort of a horny cow his wife really was! Now she was enjoying this second fuck of her cunt. He watched her have at least two 'comes'. He knew her well even though he had only been married to her for about a year and he knew when she had an orgasm alright.
This young pretty wife and her elderly brutish lover were fucking in perfect unison now. The union and the movements of the coupling were in time and tempo and if any two bodies were joined as one in a sexual embrace it was pretty Pam and this unknown man.
A naked body slid down beside Paul. It was Mrs. Phame's! She slipped her arm under his head, lifting it so that he had an even better view of his wife. Mrs. Phame had her mouth to his ear:
"Look how she loves it my dear boy, see how that pretty wife of yours is enjoying our little seance. See how she is looking into the eyes of this spirit amongst us, see how passionate she is looking at him!"
It was true, never had Paul seen such a longing loving expression on the face of his wife and neither had he heard her moaning in quite this way. A moan like that of a demented animal, an animal in heat, of course.
With his hands clutching her bare ass, her arms and legs wound round his hefty torso the pair fucked in perfect tempo:
Paul could not believe he was listening to his wife. He saw their bodies sawing at each other and then the in and out movement was increased to finalise in a mad torrent of fierce thrustings that signalled the climax had been reached by both participating parties.
An hour later Paul had recovered his senses and he and Pam and Mrs. Phame were having a drink in the front room of the cottage. Mr. and Mrs. Drew there was no sign, neither was the brute of a man who had fucked Pam anywhere to be seen.
Strange how composed Pam was, how lovely and bright eyed she seemed to be. Paul could hardly believe that all this had actually taken place since they first arrived at the cottage, and yet he had seen it with his own eyes, he had taken part in a delightful ass fucking session with attractive Mrs. Drew.
On the drive back to town they did not mention the so called seance, or the spirits they were told would be invoked at the cottage. Al though neither spoke both knew that at the first opportunity they would be visiting the cottage again ... for another seance....
CHAPTER TWO
The next time Pam was to visit the cottage was when Paul was away on business. She had a phone call from Mrs. Phame and the appointment was made. Pam was to travel down by train, and it was during the train journey that another slight sexual adventure took place.
The train was crowded and she was lucky to get a seat between two rather large gentlemen, one being an obvious city type going down to the country from his business, and the other was a black-clothed and gaitered Bishop. To her surprise, even though they were squashed so closely together the Bishop made several suggestive moves with his leg nearest to her. Pam could not help but sense the way he rubbed his thigh against hers and she was surprised that the Bishop should do such a thing, but not annoyed.
She lifted one leg-and crossed her knees and in so doing, exposing quite a lot of her shapely nylon-sheathed legs. She was delighted at the way the Bishop kept eyeing her legs and she managed to get her dress to ride a little higher by jerky movements of her knees and she derived great satisfaction from the way the old fellow responded.
She saw quite unmistakably a bulge at the front of his tightly fitted black trousers. Fancy being able to give a Bishop a hard-on by just showing him a bit of leg! She smiled to herself and wished she had been able to really give him a view that would get him fully excited.
Putting her hands to her knees she turned slightly sideways away from the Bishop as if trying to make herself more comfortable, then when her skirt had risen enough to show off a glimpse of her bare thigh above her stocking-top she eased herself again down and round so that her bare thigh was rubbing against the side of the Bishop's leg and thigh.
She enjoyed the way he wriggled, his eyes never left that part where his body touched hers. The Church Times he was pretending to read served as a blind for the others in the carriage. They thought the old fellow was reading when all the while he was trying to peer at the legs of this delightful teaser next to him.
Suddenly with a loud whishing sound the train entered a tunnel. It was a very long tunnel. Pam knew the line well, but to her amazement the carriage remained in darkness, no doubt the lights had fused or the bulbs had blown. In the darkness she felt the city man whom she had not paid much attention to lean towards her, pressing his thigh hard against her. On the other side the Bishop was not idle either. She felt the hot hand slide down to that naked piece of thigh flesh she had been tempting him with. His hand massaged from the naked thigh to her knee, passing over the sheer smoothness of her nylon stocking and sending ripples of thrills through her.
She slyly pulled her skirt up more, inviting the hand of the Bishop to take more liberties with her-and that old devil of a Bishop did just that-his eager broad hand slid upwards this time, on to the thigh flesh again ... upwards ... upward ... upward slowly. She opened her legs slightly and then a little wider, she knew what he would do if she let him.
Smiling to herself in the darkness, she clamped her legs shut, making his hand and wrist a prisoner between her thighs. He did not seem to mind, he did not even try and wriggle his hand free. Instead he made Pam jump as she felt his other hand at the front of her blouse, fingers groping between the buttons, groping for her titties.
With the skill one would not expect a man of Holy Orders to possess he got his hand not only inside her blouse but under her bra so that his finger could clasp and rub the bare flesh of her breasts.
Now the city gent was getting busy, he had a hand on her knee nearest to him, upwards he was beginning to grope. She liked the idea of two men, complete strangers to her interfering with her and yet she did not like the idea of them knowing the other was doing it.
She took hold of the hand of the city gent and placed it back on his own lap, at the same time her fingers encountered the huge bulge at the front of his trousers. She felt him fumbling, he was undoing his fly! The filthy old devil was making it easy for her to 'feel' him!
But what a lovely prick he had, she stifled a gasp of appreciation at the size of this man's tool. A real man-sized cock if ever there was one. As she toyed with his prick the city gent kept his hand gripped round her wrist as though afraid that if he let go she would take her hand away from his genitals. This suited her plans very well for now he would not know that the Bishop had his hand up under her skirt.
She spread her legs a little wider now, at once the imprisoned hand moved slowly upwards still with tantalizing restraint but getting nearer to her most intimate jewel all the time. Under the leg of her panties slipped the hand, the fingers groping until they found the warm wet loose fleshy lips of her cunt. She never thought when she took this seat in the carriage next to the Bishop that in the first tunnel he would be fingering her cunt. While she slowly jerked the massive tool of the man on her right the Bishop was fingering her cunt and pulling her tits.
The way the Bishop used her cunt gave him away. He must be a well experienced lecher. He knew just how to 'touch-up' a young lady and with one thick finger well up in her moist sleeve of cunt his thumb massaging the head of her aroused clitorus. She could not help but react, but she was twisting and turning and working herself on his hand like a little sex-mad whore.
Never had she known a man who could bring her to the peak of her climax like the Bishop did and then let her simmer down without bringing her off. He did this time and time again. Sometimes withdrawing his finger out of the hole completely and just massaging along the lips of her cunt, and all the while it was all Pam could do not to give the game away by gasps and moans of pleasure.
The Bishop had worked both her nipples up into fierce beads of sensation. How she wished she was alone with him somewhere, alone with him and able to indulge in all the perverse and satisfying practices she knew he would make her do.
The train slowed up. It was still in the tunnel and it was still pitch black in the carriage. The train stopped and the fingers of the Bishop increased in their obscene movements under her skirt and inside her blouse. Her own hand was jerking the cock of the city gent into as hard and long a cock as he had ever had.
Pam gave a startled gasp. She stifled it as soon as she could but the fingers of the Bishop had suddenly increased in their urgent movements. He was clearly trying to bring her off, trying to make her come-and then, unable to control herself-it happened. The pent up crisis took over her senses, hot sticky juice oozed from her cunt on to the hand which was pressed flat against her cunt, rubbing and pushing. She shivered and shook from head to toe as she came in the most efficient manner, by a man who obviously knew all there was to know about fingering a woman.
In her wild excitement she was rubbing the cock of the other man with all her energy. He grabbed her wrist harder to try and slow her down. Her other hand was being grabbed by the Bishop. He was pulling her hand to the front of his trousers, his fly was already undone-the dirty old man wanted her to fondle him now!
She eagerly clasped his weapon, a very fine one it was too! Now she was handling two cocks, the cocks of men who were complete strangers to her, and one of the men in Holy Order too.
She began to jerk both the pricks, enjoying the way both jumped under the expert manipulation of her fingers. She was startled when she felt the hands of the Bishop sliding under her bottom. He was trying to get her skirt up at the back, leaving her backside bare except for the scanty pair of panties she had on. The hands of the Bishop seemed to love feeling her naked ass. Every so often his fingers slid under her to feel her warm moist slit. While she masturbated two pricks the Bishop had one hand at her cunt and his other hand now inside the tight ring of flesh. When he was satisfied he had three fingers into her cunt and began to shove with his palm until it was flush against her vagina, his fingers high in her gash.
Again for the second time and then for the third the Bishop made Pam come. Never had she come three times so quickly and each climax was even better than the one that went before! What a man with women this old Bishop was!
Suddenly the prick in her right band, the prick belonging to the city man began to thicken and then she realized her hand had done its work well. She heard his sperm ejaculate like shells from a cannon. The Bishop was also reaching his climax. The train started slowly to move.
The tunnel would not last forever. She sensed rather than saw the two men wiping their spermy cocks with their handkerchiefs and by the time the train came out of the tunnel both men were sitting as if nothing had happened, and but for the smell of the sperm on her fingers the hot nest of wet slime in her panties perhaps Pam would not have believed such a thing could happen to her.
She looked out of the corner of her eyes from one to the other but they both ignored her the Bishop once more retreating behind the Church Times and the businessman carefully unfolding a copy of the Times and immersing himself in the financial page.
She smiled to herself, realising that in actual fact both men were very much at her mercy. But she had had her satisfaction and enjoyment just as much as they had and now the incident was closed and three satisfied people sat in a row on the railway carriage seat, neither acknowledging the other and only Pam knowing that both men had enjoyed her body at the same time.
CHAPTER THREE
The Bishop in the train was not the only man in Holy Order infused with a hot raging lust that belied his garb and profession. Travelling down to the country was Father Landini, he was to stay at the private and very secluded Church House of one of his dearest and oldest friends, Father Rone. There was a special reason for his visit. Father Rone had a young servant girl living in at the Church House, a pretty girl of fifteen whose parents had both gone up to London to work and left the child in the care of a woman who had been taken seriously ill.
Out of the 'goodness' of his heart, the evil old Father Rone had given the girl a roof over her head in exchange for her services about the house, and having sent for the lecherous old Father Landini the fate of the innocent girl was sealed.
Whether the girl sensed her fate or not when she found herself closetted alone with these two elderly priests later that evening is not known. Certainly she was surprised when they told her that she would be sharing their bed that night, and that she was to be a good girl and sleep between them.
Since she had been left in the care of Mrs. Gillow, the holiness of the Church had been dinned into her night, noon and all the time. She went in fear of offending Father Rone and now this other priest seemed even more fearsome than Father Rone and she was terrified to disobey them.
Just as they had said, she was made to get into the bed of Father Rone. He climbed in one side of her and the fat Father Landini the other. It was only a matter of seconds after the light had been out that she felt a hand stray down to the hem of her nightdress and pull it up. She tried to resist but it was little use. Soon the flimsy garment was up round her waist, the hand that had pulled it there was fondling her bare thighs. She realized it was the hands of Father Landini which had gripped round her knees and were pushing her legs apart. She managed to keep her thighs closed fairly well but then as if sensing his friend's difficulty Father Rone gave her a painful squeeze right over her vagina making her squeal and at the same time relax her legs so that the other holy man could push them open.
"Oh Father, Father Rone, please stop your friend, do you know what he is doing? Please Father Rone, please stop your friend-stop him."
The only reply was a crisp laugh from the good Father Rone who promptly managed to get her nightdress higher up her lithe young body. Now he was able to fondle the small globes of her titties, but finding the roll of material of her nightdress still in the way he made her lift her arms so that he could take it right away from her. Now the pretty fifteen year old lay naked and helpless in all her innocence between the two old priests.
Both men wore the old fashioned nightshirts and these were soon rucked up high enough for the men to rub their nakedness against the thighs of the girl between them. Father Landini began to slobber in his lustful excitement and the girl was horribly disgusted when he put his face down to her breast and sucked her small nipple in between his lips and teeth. Although she was frightened and hated what this horrible old man was doing to her she could not prevent her young body from reacting. Soon the little nipples became hard, indeed under the expert tonguing of the priest each nipple became bead-hard and crimson in colour and the sensation that the aroused buds gave the child were something she had never experienced before.
In about ten minutes the close contact of two naked male bodies against her and the way her nipples were being sucked began to effect the girl's whole breast. The globes themselves seemed to be full, seemed to be heavy and sending wonderful thrills through the rest of her body. She could not help herself putting her hands up to her tits and rubbing them, an action that pleased both the old men. The hands on her thighs met little resistance now as the young legs opened wide to admit the exploring hand of Father Landini. His thick fingers were soon soiling the soft wet folds of her virgin cunt. The index finger had one motive, to find out if for sure this pretty girl was a virgin.
The exploring finger was too experienced to be fooled; a cry of pleasure from the old Father as he discovered that this pretty child was intact.
"She is a virgin, you are right!" muttered Father Landini, "My very good friend, my very best friend, you were right. It is a long time since I had the pleasure of a virgin-we must look at her more closely!"
Getting out of bed Father Rone lit a candle and placed it near the naked and prostrated girl. The two old priest's gazed down at the lovely firm thighs of the naked girl. In the flickering chandlelight the body took on an even more attractive lust, and for fully ten minutes both priests poked and probed with their fingers at that most precious of all jewels-a virgin cunt.
They could see that despite her fear, and her shame, the way they fingered her was making her horny. Father Landini stood near her, holding his massive cock in his fist and shaking it at her.
"This is the type of thing young pretty girls like you have to have slid up them my dear child," he said not unkindly.
Father Hone leaned over her: "Take hold of the good Father's devil my child, he wants you to hold it in your soft pretty hand."
Slowly the hand of the child was raised, as if in a, trance or in the middle of a horrible dream, she grimaced as her fingers touched and then clasped round that stiff stem of the Father's cock. She was amazed at the heat coming from this long thick shaft, also the way it throbbed and made her fingers and palm tingle took her by surprise and she discovered that holding the good Father's cock was not such an awful thing after all.
Like so many young girls once the feel of a man's prick is in their hands and their passions are aroused they become quite changed. They view things from a different moral viewpoint, so it was with fiftenn year old Janice. She began to co-operate with the toyings and obscene touchings of the evil old men. They sucked her nipples and fingered her carefully, making her enjoy the lewd sensations that raced through her nerous system.
The way the experienced fingers of the priest masturbated her brought the inner sensual desires to the surface, making the young girl experience thought and emotions she did not know existed before. Perhaps Mrs. Gillow had been right. She said the good priests had supernatural powers, they could control all things, they could provide the way to paradise. Perhaps this was what she meant, these two old men certainly had powers alright! To the poor innocent girl these powers seemed supernatural! Certainly she had never experienced them before-and they were making her so pleasantly happy, so excited in a strange way.
She was willingly holding and rubbing their pricks and now Father Landini was getting on the bed and making her take his massive cockhead into her mouth. She had liked handling these monsters, she had liked what they did to her but she did not want to touch any part of either man with her mouth. However the two priests were much too strong for a mere fifteen year old girl and her mouth was forced open and she was almost choked by the size of the cock-head slipped into her lips. Not only the size but in her struggling the cock was pushed too deeply into her throat. The priest eased it back so she was able to breath and suck on it. At first she wanted to be sick, but gradually as the sensation of utter revulsion grew less she found she did not altogether dislike the taste and feel of the cock in her mouth and on her tongue.
The hands of Father Rone on either side of her head showed her what movement she was to make, and soon she was working her face up and down, sucking and running her wet little tongue round the hard smooth pecker. Seeing that she was settling down to her task Father Rone took his hands away from her head and taking hold of her hands brought them down to fondle the heavy sac of testicles that swung from the base of the cock she sucked.
"Father Landini likes little girls to play with his balls when they suck him my dear. Show the good Father that you are a good little girl," said the smiling old Father Rone.
The soft hands of the girl weighed and clasped the great testicles of the priest. Now Father Rone went down to her back and getting between her legs he managed to sidle his thighs up between her to get his rampant cock just at the fleshy opening of her little cunt. Not pushing in too far, at first he just applied enough pressure to spread the outer lips of the young cunt.
Bending his knees more and getting well under her open thighs he straightened up a little until his prick slid deeper and he was lost from view in the clinging pink slimed folds of her cunt. Janice knew what he was trying to do, she did not want it to happen and yet what could she do. Father Landini, whose cock she was sucking now gripped her face with his hands preventing her from taking his cock from her mouth, and now she felt her thighs being forced wider apart by the thick thighs of Father Rone and his cock was forcing ... forcing ... FORCING ... FORCING ... THROUGH A SKIN LAYER AND BEYOND ... she felt a stab of pain-her virgin jewel had been taken forever! She felt a thick wedge inside her, where nothing had ever been before. She could not move her face but she tried in all desperation with her hands to push the heavy body of the priest at her thighs away.
They both laughed at her efforts, and now Father Rone was really getting his prick stuck up into her. Father Landini pushed her face up from his prick so that he could watch her expression as she was fucked the very first lime. The movements of the other old lecher became faster and fiercer, the eyes of the girl widened. Her face took on the expression of 'This is not happening to me-it can't be really happening"-and expression that filled Father Landini with the utmost pleasure. He slipped one hand down to press his palm against the heaving little hairy cunt and to massage it while his friend fucked her.
The child's expression slowly changed from fear and disbelief to one of bewildered pleasure, never had she known or dreamt of such ecstatic feelings. The young titties were pointed with heavy little bright red hard nipples, a sure sign of her horniness-she began to sob in her joy.
Father Rone now leant forward along her back, reaching under her to take a hanging tit in each hand. Gripping a nipple hard and firm in his fingers and thumbs he drew each one out as far as he could stretch the tender young flesh and then pulling them back to flatten them hard and squash them in the midst of the globe, then the hard pulling outwards and the pushing inwards of the breast again. When he pulled them outwards it was like trying to pull the nipples off the flesh and when he squashed them inwards against the breast itself it was as though he were trying to bury the nipples forever inside her chest.
Strange how in her advanced state of passion the girl enjoyed having her small tender tits treated in this brutal fashion. The pain seemed to add to the pleasure she was getting between her legs. She could sense that she was soon to experience the sort of thrill she got when she played with herself when she was in bed alone. The same type of thril but a much more intense one now was approaching brought on by a man. Instinctively she knew that was the peak of her enjoyment and as she gradually felt herself being worked up toward that wonderful ecstatic peak she felt the rough hand of Father Landini down at her cunt change its tactics. Instead of massaging and rubbing her, his fingers gripped the loose flesh round her cunt and pulled it viciously outwards from her body and screwed his fingers round to tighten the loose flesh and cause her acute pain.
The tighter he gripped her cunt flesh and twisted it the more compressed became her cunt lips and heath that enveloped the fucking cock of the other perspiring priest. It seemed to make the prick inside her even larger and made it fill her more, and despite the pain of her cunt being treated in this way she enjoyed the sensation.
As the cock slid in and out of her faster, and with every inward thrust it delved deeper she felt her twin nipples being pulled and yanked and squashed and hurt and her belly tortured and twisted and yet all these pains added to her lust for the fucking she was getting from the old priest.
She felt the most wonderful sensation between her legs. She had her first orgasm with a male. She was wet, very wet between her legs. She had the desire to stay between these two old priests forever and ever. She didn't want them to ever stop doing these things to her-she wanted this sensation to go on and on.
The strong cock went harder up into her, and she heard the priest muttering oaths, obscene oaths. Then she felt the hot stream of his manhod leaving him and being deposited high into her body. She was a part of him at that moment, as much a part of the old priest as any female can be with a male.
As Father Rone withdrew his steaming prick, Father Landini stood up and getting hold of her lovely young slender legs looked directly down into the sperm-covered little hole that now pouted and gaped from the recent fierce and massive insertion.
"Go on, she's lovely, built for it!" gasped the exhausted Father Rone-"Go on, she can take a lot more cock yet, she loves it-loves it!"
Father Landini did not need any encouragement. He was soon inside the belly of the girl with his massive prick. Watching her being fucked had given him the sort of hard-on any man would die for and any female would love to use her at any time of the day or night.
Although Janice was out of breath from her recent bout and her orgasm had almost drained her with its complete ferocity she was aroused sufficiently to enjoy the pleasure of having this second massive cock 'take' her. As it slid into her she gave a deep sigh of contented pleasure. When Father Rone had done this to her it had hurt her at first, now this time her cunt was so well oiled and open that although Father Landini had a big cock it was able to slide in and out of the small cunt without causing any pain at all.
Janice was jerking up to meet the thrusts of the priest-the perfect little cock-lover-she was learning fast. She loved it, as Father Rone had said, she was built for fucking.
Father Landini got her so that he could get her slim ankles up and round his neck, and then leaning forward he was able to take her nipples in his hands and force the globes of red flesh outwards until they almost touched the bed on either side of her body. While he fucked her he pulled at the young tits as if he were intent on tearing them off her body. Strange that while that fat prick continued to fuck up and down inside her she got pleasure from his rough handling of her tender tits. The pain he caused her added to her pleasure.
Janice looked up into the red face of the elderly lecher fucking her. Ugly as the devil and yet at that moment she loved him. He gloated down at her helpless writhing, his movements became less steady, jerky and urgent. She felt his cock inside her grow hotter and thicken. She had experienced that sensation before with Father Rone just before she had felt that hot stuff being shot into her.
OH ... PARADISE ... PARADISE ... the same thing was happening with Father Landini. A hot stream of wonderful stuff was being shot inside her belly. It made her feel wonderfully happy and contented. All three of them returned under the sheets, two naked old men and one naked little girl, a well fucked little girl, lay asleep and wrapped in each others arms.
It was a couple of days later that Janice was put on a train for London to be met by an ugly looking character who took her to a basement flat near the station.
"So you're the little dish sent up by the good Fathers are you?" he said to her, seating himself on a chair and pulling the startled girl on to his lap. "They said she was a pretty little piece but I didn't know you would turn out as young and pretty as this!"
He made her straddle his thick legs, he lifted her skirt up as high as her waist so that he could gaze at her legs. For a moment or so he felt her knees and thighs and then taking her hand he pushed it to the front of his trousers.
"Go on you little bitch, you know what I want you to do." he muttered.
Janice was afraid. This was not the sort of man she had expected Father Rone to send her to London to see about a good job! But nevertheless his hands on her thighs excited her and she knew what he wanted her to do.
With trembling hands she undid his pants and got out his huge prick. It soon thickened and grew hard when her soft hands toyed with it and it only needed him to pull aside the elastic of her panties and play with her cunt for a few seconds to make the horny little girl ready for it.
He had no difficulty in getting her to raise her body and then lower it down on his great prick. It was only a few days since she had lost her virginity but here she was already enjoying her taste of a third different cock. She loved the sensation of having this huge prick inside her. He opened his legs wide so that her own feet were up off the floor. Now all her weight was on her cunt on that cock and she loved every minute of this impalment.
She began to kis the face of this man who was certainly old enough to be her father. She ground her crotch down hard against his cock, getting every inch of it well up inside her little well-stretched hole.
"You're a hot one alright!" muttered the man. "Reckon the devil trained you himself. Here, let's see what your tits are like."
He got her blouse undone and her bra unclipped and he soon had the swollen and bruised nipples in his mouth to add to her lustful enjoyment. Although she had experienced pain in her tits before she had never had her little nipples bitten quite as hard as this man bit her now. It made her wince with the pain but also made her move up and down faster on his lap.
Seeing how she reacted to pain he took as much of the breast as he could in his mouth and chewed on it brutally, making her scream with the agony. Not until he loosened his teeth from her flesh did they see the red blood flow. In a thick stream her bright red blood came from the punctured flesh where his sharp teeth had done the damage.
Both breasts were bitten and made to bleed and when a mutual orgasm had given them pleasure, Janice was taken to a washbasin in the corner of the room and allowed to bathe her sore breasts.
CHAPTER FOUR
Meanwhile Mrs. Phame had not been slow in finding more victims for her special types of seances. A certain elderly, wealthy an was interested in her finding him suitable seance-partners and one young lady she had under her spell at the moment was a Mrs. Freda Lane, a very pretty young woman of about twenty-two.
For a few times each week for over a month Freda had been visiting Mrs. Phame at her London flat. A room had been specially prepared for the sort of seances Mrs. Phame practiced, black drapes round the walls, incense burners sending out their evil fumes which befuddled and numbed the senses and made the victims impossible to distinguish right from wrong.
Now the particular seance had arrived when the delightful Mrs. Freda Lane was to meet her
'occult-partner' the old wealthy lecher.
For more than an hour these fumes had been inhaled-the young woman was swaying and hoping the seance woud end soon. Today it had seemed to go on and on, but now what was this? Another figure was in this room in addition to Mrs. Phame and herself. From through a haze she heard the woman speaking to her:
"This is your occult-partner. This honor has never been selected for you before. But today it is your good fortune to have a partner on the highest physical and sensual plane."
Now that she was managing to see better, the haze was not so dense as the incense burner had now been placed a little further away from her. She saw the figure-a man quite elderly a naked man at that and there rigid in front of him was the ugliest thing she had ever seen-a huge erect prick with a head as thick as a fist!
Her head was spinning and she could not get her breath. She saw Mrs. Phame smiling. The woman was standing close to the naked man, the great cock in her hand. It was like a thick snake trying to get loose from the white hand that encircled it.
"Your occult partner has something very special for you, my dear," Mrs. Phame was speaking, not in an unkind tone but, nevertheless a tone that was full of authority. Mrs. Phame used her other hand to beckon the shuddering young woman nearer. As if in a trance, as indeed she was, the young woman stepped nearer to the couple. The hand of Mrs. Phame grabbed her hands and guided them to that fat throbbing prick. Now Mrs. Phame's hand was replaced by both of the white hands of Freda. The great dong seemed to relish the change and grew and thickened even more.
"Let her have it in her mouth." The words stung Freda but still she could not resist. Down on to her knees she went, her mouth opening to allow the fat prick to be fed in between her lovely teeth. The man was patting the top of her head and then almost without warning she felt the hot slimy outpourings from that jerking prick as her mouth and then her throat became filled with the sperm that such a monster was able to shoot.
Mrs. Phame and the occult-partner made sure the cock was kept in the mouth until the young woman had swallowed and gulped down the rich semen.
She collapsed in a heap as the hands which had stroked her so lovingly now pushed her away. She watched as the experienced hands of Mrs. Phame massaged and rubbed the prick back to something like its normal size and then the woman turned to her and said:
"You will find your occult-partner is much more virile than any partner you have had so far and far more satisfying for you than your husband. See how massive his prick has become in this short time. Come my dear, it is time it was fed to you again!"
For several minutes a brief struggle took place, accompanied by grunts and snorts from the fortunate old man who at last was having his cock shoved up the delicious ass of this new seance-partner.
Never had Freda had a prick in this way before. Her ass was sore and yet she felt strangely happy with a cock up there. Never would she have believed such pleasure could be had in this way!
While she was being ass-fucked she felt the hands of Mrs. Phame up between her legs fingering her while paradise itself seemed to be passing in front of her mind's eye. She realized that she was being brought to a wonderful orgasm, an orgasm the like of which she had not before experienced, A feeling like being thrust into a sensual heaven which she had no right to enter and, yet, in her befuddled state she knew what was happening to her and gradually she became happy and pleased that she was being so debased. For this ecstasy, she would do anything!
She must have temporarily lost her senses for when she came to she found that she was quite naked and lying on a low divan. Close to her was the naked body of the old man. As if it were the most natural thing in the world to do she rolled over towards him, still in a daze and sure of only one thing-a nagging urgent pain in her cunt. She lifted her face to the -lined face of her companion and began to kiss his lips.
Standing in a corner, unseen and unheard, was the smiling Mrs. Phame. She watched this young and pretty wife who had been drugged with a powerful Eastern-type sex drug, making love play with this man who was a complete stranger to her. How she wished that the young woman's husband could see his pretty wife degrading herself with this old lecher.
Mrs. Freda Lane was not thinking of her young good-looking husband at that moment. She was running her hands down the fat belly of this old man. The white fingers approached and fondled the thickening cock-the cock of pleasure which had already shot sperm into her mouth and into her bottom. The old fellow exchanged glances with Mrs. Phame. Slowly he moved over and got on top of the horny young wife, and in a few easy thrusts he rammed his cock hard up into the waiting cunt. How wonderfully tight it fitted up into her! It was thick and long, a rare pairing of heavenly virtues in a cock. Her husband's was, for example, thick but nowhere near as long as this one.
Three times this wonderfully cocked man made her come before he at last drenched her womb with another fierce stream of his thick seed.
From that day on, her seance-partner was to provide her with far more thrilling experiences than she ever got in her marriage bed. Another victim had fallen for the bait-Mrs. Phame had another sexual slave for her cunt-hungry clients who paid well for their paradise trips in the occult with such attractive partners as the young wife, Mrs. Freda Lane!
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
The heavy-breasted, peroxided blonde woman looked across the counter at the young lad. If ever she had seen an inexperienced young thief it was this one! In his hands he held a small camera, which she had inspected and then handed back to him. The minute he had walked into her second-hand buy-and-swap shop she had sensed that he was uneasy. Now with his feeble efforts to sell the camera she knew he had stolen it.
"You want the money bad, don't you kid?" she said to him, "But that little old fashioned thing won't fetch much."
"I must have five pounds!" he began to mutter, his face getting redder all the time she looked at him with that all-knowing stare of hers:
"By tonight, I've got to get at least five pounds!"
"Why? Been robbing the stamp box at the office then, kid?" she laughed. The way he flushed even deeper, she knew she might not be far from the truth.
He turned to leave the shop, the little camera clutched in his hand. She had liked the look of this lad, about seventeen she thought, fresh faced and nice looking. Probably came from a good class home by the way he was dressed. Mrs. Hakes moved quickly round the counter to get between him and the shop door. Old enough to be his mother, she nevertheless could move quickly when she chose.
"Don't be in such a hurry, sonny." she said, playfully patting his face. "I said I wouldn't give you a fiver for the camera-got more than enough of them stuffed away in the drawers now-but that doesn't mean I won't give you the money for something else you've got!"
The boy watched her turn and pull down the blind of the door, indicating that the shop was closed.
"What do you mean ?" he muttered, "I've got nothing else to sell."
"Aha, but I think you have!" she smiled at him, her heavily made-up face breaking into a grin that both puzzled and repulsed him. She was taking his arm and leading him through the parlor door at the rear of the counter.
"Do you go out with girls much?" she asked, "Have you ever-you know-have you ever been with one properly?"
He knew what she was getting at. He shook his head.
"No, I have never had a serious girl friend."
"You've never been with one then-you know, never really been with a girl? How would you like to go with me eh? How would you like me to be the first woman, eh?"
The boy tensed up. It was repulsive, even the thought of being near this woman was enough. She was-what? Thirty or more years older than he was he felt sure. Her face may have been pretty once but with all the make-up on to disguise the lines and the age it was not pretty now. Her figure was good enough, she certainly filled that blouse out well, and as his glance traveled down to her legs he saw that she was shapely, even if thickly set.
"I know what you're thinking sonny-boy," she chuckled to him. They were in the passage at the foot of the stairs and in the narrow space she was close to him, one hand grabbed his wrist and pulled his palm up to her large breast and her other hand pressed against the front of his trousers where a quite sizable mound was already forming.
"I'll give you a good time, and a fiver as well," she murmured, "If you let me have this." As she spoke the last word she was gripping the shaft of his penis through the thickness of his trousers. Her hand had let go of his wrist but he did not take his palm from the bulging blouse, instead he pressed harder against her.
"Aha! You see you like my titties don't you? You lovely boy!" and putting her face close to his ear she went on "It's even better to play with them without the blouse getting in the way. Come on sonny boy, we've both got something the other wants. I've got a fiver you must have and you've got a virgin cock that I want!"
They stumbled up the stairs, arms about one another. She pushed his hand down so that it rested on her thigh.
"Feel up my legs if you want to," she said. Often he had wondered what it would be like to feel up the legs of a pretty girl when he had seen one in the street or in the bus. Now he was being invited to do just that. Certainly it was not a pretty girl inviting him but it was a woman. His hand shook as he slipped it further down and then slid it upwards. This time under the skirt of a woman. She was fumbling at his fly, her fingers nervous as if she feared if she didn't get her hand on his cock soon this wonderful opportunity of breaking-in a boy would be lost to her.
How silky her stockings felt, her legs were fat, but well moulded and shapely. He gave a start as his hand passed from her stocking top which didn't seem to reach very high on to her naked thigh flesh. The skin felt warm and smooth.
"Ooaha!" she made him spluttery. Her fingers had withdrawn from his trousers dragging through the gaping fly his thickening young cock.
"What a waste of a good cock not to have given it to a girl yet!" she smiled at him.
They had passed into her bedroom. He wondered where her husband was. Must be at work or out for she made no mention of him and he knew she had a husband-quite apart from the wedding ring on her finger-for he had seen a man serving at the counter with her and seen them out together in the town.
"I'll give you a little kiss and then you can take my panties off. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you?" she was winking at him. Then to his utter surprise she was bending down, her face near his exposed prick and a shiver of delight went through him as he experienced the soft sucking warmth of her lips closing over his prick. Her experienced fingers drawing the foreskin back taut so that her tongue was able to give him a sample of the thrill a woman can give a man with her tongue and lips.
Several minutes of this had him excited, tensed and apprehensive. Suddenly standing up in front of him she lifted her skirt up to her waist, letting him gaze at her thick legs, the white flesh of her thighs he had handled for so short a time on the stairs. Her flame colored panties bulged with the plumpness of her buttocks and belly and through them he could see quite plainly the thick bush of her pubic hair.
When she considered she had given him sufficient time to devour her womanly charms with his eyes she said.
"Come on you young stud, take my pants down and I'll teach you to love cunt!"
She enjoyed the slow and hesitant way he performed the task of sliding her pants down her thighs, over her knees and to her ankles so that she could step out of them. She had him on his knees in front of her, the aroma from her cunt was obviously effecting him even though his face was about a foot away from her.
She placed both her hands at the back of his head, preventing him from moving backwards as she shuffled closer to him. Now her cunt was but inches from his face and she saw him staring avidly, hardly believing what he saw, hardly knowing if the strong sexy smell pervading his nostrils was pleasant or repulsive.
With a sudden movement she dragged his face in to her crotch. He spluttered and slobbered but she kept him there tightly. Her mocking laugh thrilled him, so did her words:
"There, my little virgin cock-boy, have a good smell of my cunt. I'm going to teach you how to fuck it but first I want that boyish face of yours covered in my cunt slime, nothing like the smell and taste of female juice to make a man horny, you know."
She was working her hips round, pressing his face harder against her, getting his mouth under her open thighs well compressed against the thick fleshed lips of her cunt.
"Go on, sonny-boy, kiss my cunt, pretend those lips there are my lips, kiss my cunt mouth like you would my mouth sonny-boy, go on. Kiss me. KISS ME!"
The boy tried to make the motions of his mouth to kiss her cunt lips. He found the sexy smell and the taste was making his anxious to please her, anxious to do anything she said. He was obviously pleasing her, for she began to squirm about, to writhe and snake her hips and soft moans of pleasure came from her.
"You lovely boy-you love kissing cunt, don't you ? ... ohaamm .. you do it lovely ... lovely ... you'll have my come in your mouth in a minute. I think you'd better stop now. Come on sonny let's take our clothes off, you little cunt sucking stud you!"
The lad, who a few minutes ago was so timid and afraid down in the shop was now eagerly stripping off his shirt and trousers and pants, watching all the time the exposure of the hefty female figure a few feet from him. He was pleased she left her stocking on. He loved the sensation when he touched her legs and stockings with his hands and he knew that it would be even better to caress the rest of her body.
He had never known his young penis to ache so much. It was so hard and sticking up in a curved thickness that surprised him. She was on the bed now, on her back, her arms outstretched beckoning him over to her. Of all the pretty girls and attractive women he had imagined sharing a bed with he gave no thought! Only this woman, this made-up woman, old enough to be his mother, existed for him. He was over on top of her, her arms guiding the position of his body and then her fingers helping to guide his rampant cock into that warm clinging cavity between the fat thighs.
Instinctively, as the warmth and wetness of her twat enclosed over his cock, he began to jerk to and fro. Her hands gripped his waist, trying to stop his up and down action:
"Not so fast-not so fast!" she laughed at him, "My but you're anxious for a fuck aren't you? Let's get this lovely cock of yours in right first before you start getting excited!"
She began to squirm her loins, her hands on his backside, gripping the flesh of his asscheeks to keep him still while she writhed under him. He felt his stomach right down on her heaving belly. He realized his cock was as hard and deep inside her as was possible.
She looked up into his face: "There, sonny boy, your cock is in me now, right in me. The cunt you were so busy kissing a little while ago is now having your cock inside it. Makes you feel good eh ? Makes you feel you are a man doesn't it ? No, no don't start humping up and down again, not yet anyway, just lay still and let me do the work."
She wanted to keep him suspended in his passion, wanted to keep him 'hot' for as long as she could. Slowly she wormed her cunt about his prick, making him experience thrills he never knew were possible.
He closed his eyes, this was wonderful ... wonderful ... she was speaking to him again.
Slowly and coaxingly while she manipulated her experienced cunt muscles on his hard cock shaft.
"Haven't I seen you in town with a fair-haired young girl dear?" she asked him, sucking on his ear lobe to further add to his excitement.
He nodded his head, "Yes that would be Sue, my sister, that would be the only girl you have seen me with."
"Pretty girlie, isn't she?" went on Mrs. Hakes, "How old is she?"
The boy let out a moan, never had his cock felt like this! What wondrous thrills this woman was sending through him with her slow agitating movements of her hips and thighs.
"How old is your sister?" repeated the woman.
"She was fourteen last week." he said.
"Does she go out with boys?"
"No, she is a bit like me, she's very shy," he said.
Mrs. Hakes slowly lifted her fat legs and wound them round his buttocks, hugging his lithe form hard against her ample proportioned body.
"You bring her along here to me," she said softly. "I'll find a nice boy friend for her."
For a moment or so only the heavy breathing of the woman and boy was heard, the union was beginning to increase in fervour and urgency.
"Do you have other young men up here then?" he asked.
Mrs. Hakes laughed. "What if I do sonny? I wasn't thinking of any young man for her, though. My husband makes a very good boy friend for girls about the age of your sister. Girls of thirteen and fourteen need an older man to teach them lovemaking properly. I can tell you my husband has a bigger and thicker cock than you have and he'd give young Sue all she wanted."
The lad was about to protest when the woman began to hug him hard and to urge him on to work at her cunt harder and it only took a few hefty lunges on the part of the couple for the young cock to be shooting its sperm into the mature and receptive womb of the panting woman.
She pushed the exhausted youth off her, looking down into his flushed face she said:
"You enjoyed that, didn't you? It would take about four boys like you to satisfy me!"
"It was marvelous, wonderful. I've never known anything like it!" he gasped. "Can I come and see you again tomorrow?"
She patted his face. She was already on her feet, beginning to get dressed again.
"You can come and see me any time you want to," she said. And then after a pause, "But the next time you come you must bring that pretty little girlie, your sister, with you."
"But...."
"There's no but about it. You've had a good time, haven't you? Your cock has been cunted and you loved it. Why shouldn't Sue be given a good time as well? My husband will cock her and if you are a good boy I will let you watch and I can tell you to watch a pretty girl getting it for the first time is really something. You'll be ready to fuck me three or four times after that, I can tell you!"
Mrs. Hakes was fully dressed by this time, but still the tired boy had not even got up from the bed. She leaned over him and slowly toyed with his limp prick. She obviously gave him pleasure even if the penis was soft for he began to jerk his hips.
"You're going to be a good boy and bring her aren't you?" she coaxed him, slowly jerking him off.
He nodded. "Yes, alright then, I will bring her along with me later in the week. You're sure she will be alright?"
Mrs. Hakes laughed, bending her face down to kiss the now erecting knob of the youthful prick.
"All right? I'll say she'll be alright. She doesn't know what pleasure is in store for her, my dear sonny boy!"
He felt a bit apprehensive about it all but his desire to have more of what this woman could give him made him capable of promising anything.
"Come on, get dressed now and I'll give you the fiver I promised you," and the woman left him to go down into the shop for the money.
CHAPTER TWO
When John left the shop he knew he had a difficult task in front of him. He had to persuade his sister to come with him to the little shop and experience some of the pleasure he had had himself. When he got home however he found the house in turmoil. An aunt in Scotland had suddenly died and his parents, who would inherit her property would have to leave immediately to attend the funeral and see to her affairs. He and his sister were to stay with the woman next door, a Mrs. Kay West, who had kindly offered to look after them for a few days.
John was not sure whether this was a good thing or not. It was good that their parents were away because they were rather strict with Sue, but on the other hand Mrs. West might be even more difficult-he would just have to wait and see. Mrs. West had not lived next door for very long and he hardly knew her.
John need not have worried about Mrs. West for although he did not know it she was a lesbian, particularly devoted to breaking in young girls to her way of living and loving and it was during Susan's very first night in her house that the very first signs of interference with the child took place. John had to go to nightschool that night and would be back late. Susan was having a bath and Mrs. West kindly came into the bathrom to help her dry herself. Perhaps the youngster was surprised at the way Mrs. West seemed to concentrate on drying her so thoroughly between her legs, but as the rough towel being drawn across her genitals soon produced a lovely tingling sensation she did not complain.
Only a few minutes after coming in from school Susan had complained of a pain in her back which had started when she overstrained during the volleyball game that afternoon. This gave Mrs. West the excuse to offer to rub the girl's back with some special liniment she had and after the bath she had Susan lay down on her bed and the massage began.
Starting at the lovely naked shoulders and sowly working down to the hollow of the smooth back Mrs. West massaged and rubbed with rare skill. So lovely and tingly did she make Susan that the girl made no protest when the hands moved far enough down to massage over the twin mounds of her bottom cheeks. With hands which trembled in her eager anticipation the woman parted the lovely white cheeks and with a finger well endowed with liniment she rubbed it along the groove of the bottom making the small crinkled anus twitch and move spasmodically and making the girl instinctively close her thighs up tighter together.
At the third up and down movement of her finger Mrs. West allowed its tip to just touch the end of the child's pink slit-a shivering convulsion raced through the slender naked torso.
Mrs. West lowered her face near Susan's face and in a low voice said, "I expect your mother and father are very strict with you dear, but tell me Susan, have you had anything to do with boys?"
"No, Mrs. West, I haven't, I never get much chance. I should like to have a boy friend, you know a real boy friend, but I know Mother would be most annoyed with me."
"There is plenty of time for real boy friends, my dear, you are only fourteen even if you are well developed for your age. You have a lovely skin, so smooth and white my dear. Do you like me running my hands over you, does it make you fell funny, you know, sort of excited?"
She was moving her hands over the lovely bottom of the girl and the tops of her thighs.
A deep sigh came from the girl: "Oh yes, yes, I like you touching me Mrs. West," she said, her voice slow and slightly ashamed.
"And how about just there, do you like being touched ... here?" the middle finger of the woman slid over the pinky palpitating slit of the youngster.
"Aaahhhamm ... that makes me feel very funny, Mrs. West-you seem to make it so much more exciting than when I touch myself there!" gasped Susan.
Mrs. West laughed, "Turn over dear, that's right, lay on your back, I can tell you have a lot to learn and I'm going to be able to teach you."
Mrs. West was delighted with the way her new 'victim' was breathing heavily, a sure sign that she was finding the proceedings to her sensual liking.
The lecherous woman slid one hand up over the small rounded swelling of the child's bosom and the experienced fingers soon had the little nipple stiffening under their stimulation. Squeezing and rolling the nipple in her finger and thumb she saw the girl close her eyes and an expression of sheer pleasure creep over the sweet innocent face. When she had aroused both nipples to their erected state she bent her face and putting her mouth over the girl's left breast sucked the nipple hard between her lips with a deep intake of her breath. Then opening her mouth wider she sucked in more of the actual breath itself and sucked avidly like a hungry child at its mother's breast.
Soft moans came from the mouth of Susan and her legs began to twitch and her thighs opened slightly. The heavily beringed fingers of Mrs. West moved down to the small indenture of the girl's navel and, after a moments exploration in that shallow dent, down to mingle with the soft downy hairs.
At the touch of fingers so near to her most private parts Susan instinctively opened her thighs wider and by the time that experienced hand was right between her thighs the girl had spread her legs as wide apart as she could, making her little pussy open and ready to receive the caressing that was sure to follow.
Mrs. West had not had a girl as young and innocent as this pretty thing to break in for many years, and she was making the most of it. She knew just the right procedure for a child like this and after a few minutes of quiet and very ex perienced masturbation with her finger tips she had the little cunny pouting and the tightly fleshed outer lips actually winking open and apart.
A forefinger probed in between the fleshy folds to find without any difficulty the stub of the clitoris. Susan began to pant and heave her belly from side to side at the touch of fingers on that super-sensitised knob of flesh and it took only a few seconds to bring the little stem into an erected hot state. The woman could feel that the child was very moist down there and she knew that the time was ripe to penetrate into that tight little vaginal hole a little-slowly but firmly she pressed a finger in between the tight inner-lips of the vulva, they parted easily, a sure sign that the girl was ready for such lecherous touchings.
Slowly she rubbed her finger tip from end to end along that slimy velvety lining of the schoolgirl's cunt and now lubrication fairly saturated the little pussy. With reluctance the woman lifted her face from the tittie she was sucking and raised her mouth to the parted gasping mouth of the girl. At the sudden fierce pressure of her lips, Susan tried to move her face but such was the force of Mrs. West's head she was unable to move her face aside and in a moment or so her own lips parted as if it were the natural thing to do and the tongue of the avid woman was able to lick along the even teeth of the child and even into her throat. Instictively the white naked arms of the girl came up to cross over the shoulders of the woman giving her so much pleasure-now the tongue in her mouth was moving in strict tempo with the jerking, rubbing movement of that firm finger in her soft cunt.
Never had Susan known such erotic and wonderful sensations could exist. She was in a new, wonderful dream world of marvelous sensations and she was not aware that slowly and relentlessly that thin finger so firm and strong between her thighs was probing and working itself deeper and further into her body all the time.
The experienced Mrs. West knew that it could not be long before instinctive nature in all young girls began to make the child respond, and sure enough the walls of her vagina began to tauten and jerk to and fro in their own response to that exploring finger.
Now the pace at which the finger probed increased and the whole lower pert of the lovely body of the fourteen year old convulsed as she experienced her first real 'come'. It was only a mild orgasm but even so it shook her and when it was spent she lay back breathing heavily and giving little gasps of pleasure.
Mrs. West looked down at her new friend, and then standing up she quickly unzipped her own dress and took it off and then unclasped the brassiere which cradled her large fleshy breasts. Then bending to kiss the child again she took Susan's hand and pulled it to caress her own massive breast.
Susan was quick to learn and the moment her fingers found that huge nipple she began to squeeze and rub it just as Mrs. West had done to hers a few minutes ago. Mrs. West eased herself down on the bed and pulled the girl half on top of her, the young mouth still glued to the hard stiff nipple and raising her hand she gave the lovely rounded naked little ass a sharp slap with her palm.
"Suck my breasts, you lovely young bitch!" said Mrs. West, her voice for the first time taking on a tone that was not endearing or soft. She gripped the slim shoulders and dragged the girl up so that their mouths fused together, the soft titties of the youngster being pulled down to squash and lose themselves in the mountains of womanly flesh of Mrs. West's great tit peaks.
A hand grabbed Susan's wrist and made her thrust it down inside the elastic waist band of the woman's panties. The white fingers encountered the thick wirey bush of the mature pubic cunt, and now Mrs. West pushed her panties right down, delighted at the way the girl was exploring her thick pube-lips and fleshy surrounding folds.
Susan found she could get three fingers easily into that slimy hole and she was surprised at the firm rod-like stem she found at the end of the gash. Mrs. West had a very well developed and stimulated clitoris, as have so many Lesbians who break in youngsters to their fold.
Mrs. West allowed the girl to play with her until she had a mild orgasm, and then with a playful pat on Susan's cheeks she got up from the bed, put her bra and dress on again and went from the room.
Susan was left with her head in a whirl the whole thing had been exciting and enjoyable but in all her small experience she had never heard of other women enjoying themselves together. It seemed to her infinitely preferable to messing about with boys-one could not get 'in trouble' with another woman and somehow did not seem so bad.
Consequently, when Mrs. West came into her room the next evening she felt a pleasurable tingle of anticipation for she expected they would do the same thing again but Mrs. West had other things in mind. She had come prepared with a rubber sheet and a towel and a mysterious instrument which she kept wrapped up in a towel.
"Well now, my dear, I thought you would like to try something different tonight," she said.
Susan wasn't so sure and felt a little doubtful and showed it.
"You needn't be frightened, I wouldn't dream of doing anything to hurt you-I just want to show you some of the things we can do which I know you will enjoy," she said, slying trying to peak Susan's curiosity. In actual fact she intended to take her maidenhead-a thing she really enjoyed doing.
"Alright," mumbled Susan, looking apprehensive at the black thing wrapped in a towel.
Mrs. West made her sit on the edge of the bed after the rubber sheet and then a towel had been laid down. Then she undressed and Susan instinctively reached out for her great bulbous breast but she impatiently whisked it away.
Slowly tantalising she withdrew the black rubber length from the towel. It was just a solid tube with a ball shaped head and it did not take Susan long to deduct what it was supposed to represent.
Mrs. West bent her legs outward and squatted a little and inserted the black rubber tube into her cunt very slowly. She smiled like a cat expecting cream and as it slowly went up into herself she sighed.
Susan watched fascinated as she worked it up and down a few times. When she withdrew it the black rubber was glistening with her fine slimy lubricant juices and then, opening Susan's small orifice with a finger and thumb she carefully slid the slime-covered end of the rubber cylinder into the hole.
The rubber shaft sank to a depth of about two inches before a hidden obstacle made further pentration difficult.
"Open your legs wide, my dear, wider than that, that's right," she said to the excited but frightened girl.
She leaned over and kissed the child full on her mouth passionately, and just as their tongues met in a saliva covered kiss there was a sharp red hot stab of pain between Susan's thighs; followed at once by a strange and exciting sensation as the rubber shaft, after forcing the hymen skin to break, sank up into the virgin passage until the rubberized knob came to rest directly at the lips of the womb itself.
Still kissing the girl, Mrs. West worked the rubber up and down with ever increasing speed and fierceness and the child was getting very excited and worked up. The black rubber 'breaker' was not the size of a normal penis, it was smaller and used especially for the initial breaking in of virgins. But even so Mrs. West was delighted with the way this young cunt swallowed and devoured as much length as she cared to poke into it with that rubber shaft.
Soon the young hips were writhing, the belly was rising and falling and the breathing of the girl was forced and heavy and then after a fierce flurry of up and down heaves the girl relaxed and the lecherous lesbian knew she had provided Susan with the most satisfying orgasm she had yet had in her young life.
Susan lay back of the bed gasping and panting and Mrs. West eyed her-speculatively. She decided the girl had had enough for one night enough to begin with. Soon we will both be enjoying ourselves together, she thought to herself, but I must take it slowly. Reluctantly, she said goodnight and left.
CHAPTER THREE
Now Mrs. West was an experienced woman at breaking in virgins, although she had not had one as young as Susan for a long time. It was her practice at this stage to leave her 'victim' to stew for a few days, always expecting her to continue her sexual activites. This always made them very eager for more when at last she did reappear. However she always made sure that the girl had no other outlet for her newly aroused desires and she imagined that this was the case with Susan.
It was not surprising, therefore, that when John very hesitantly told Susan about his experience with Mrs. Hakes he did not find it difficult to persuade her to come with him the next day. Naturally, he was very surprised at her eager ness but he was in such a hurry to get back there himself that he did not question her.
When they both presented themselves at the shop Mrs. Hakes was as pleased as a cat with two tails because she had half expected never to see him again, let alone his sister.
She closed the shop immediately and ushered them into the back parlor where her husband sat reading the evening paper with a bottle of whiskey and a well filled glass beside him. He started up with pleasure at the sight of the pretty schoolgirl.
"Come in, come in. Now, Stella, get some more glasses and we'll all have a drink. This is a special occasion."
The two youngsters tried to refuse the whiskey but it was pressed upon them. Mr. and Mrs. Hakes knew what they were doing. A few drinks lessens the resistance to sexual advances and neither of them wanted a scene.
Susan soon found that she liked whiskey and after three she was definitely tiddly and laughing at Mr. Hakes jokes which slowly became dirtier and dirtier. Mrs. Hakes sat on the sofa with John and soon had her hand on his knee. After a few drinks John got bold and moved her hand to press against his prick-this was the invitation she wanted and in a moment she had the buttons of his fly open and her hand inside feeling his balls.
Meanwhile Susan found that Mr. Hakes was sitting on the arm of her chair. She had not liked the look of him to begin with-he seemed so old-but after a few drinks she did not mind at all. He was a very tall and skinny man with dark hair going bald and an enormous hooked nose. Still telling dirty jokes and laughing heartily, he got his arm around her shoulders and his hand on her breast.
Susan in a drunken haze remembered the exquisite sense of pleasure she had received when Mrs. West played with her breasts and her whole body ached with a desire to feel it again. To Mr. Hakes astonishment she began to unbutton her blouse and before he knew what she was doing she had lifted her little breast out of its schoolgirl bra and was holding it out invitingly to him.
He looked across at Mrs. Hakes suspiciously because he had been promised an innocent virgin and this was not the behavior he had expected, but Mrs. Hakes now had John's prick out of his trousers and was massaging it lovingly while John looked at her with an idiotic drunken leer on his face. This was hardly the moment to bring up the subject so he returned his attention to Susan who was now pouting at the neglect.
He got off the arm of the chair and came round and kneeled between her legs and took the little breasts between his lips and sucked hard. Susan said "Oooooooh" and tried to pull it away but he dug his teeth in because he was angry and annoyed. Somehow he felt he had been cheated.
He opened her blouse a little more and got out the other breast which he began to maul with his big hairy hand. He felt triumphant when he realized he had hurt her and she was frightened. Then he realized that he wanted her to cooperate and he began to be gentler with her. Soon she was sighing with pleasure and then panting.
"Lets go up stairs, little one, and leave the other two alone-come on." and he grabbed her hand and dragged her to her feet.
She felt dizzy and did not particularly want to leave John but when she glanced towards the sofa she saw something which made her gasp.
Mrs. Hakes was bending down across her brother and she had his big prick in her mouth and she was sucking it with horrible slobbering noises. Every now and then she drew her head up and Susan could see the penis revealed nearly to the tip. She found the sight of her brother's prick excited her. She had never thought of him in a sexual way before but here he was revealed, in front of her as a fully grown man. Just think of it! She had been sleeping in the room next to him and he had probably been lying there jerking himself off-just as she often did to herself-and she had never thought to go near him!
She followed Mr. Hakes upstairs with the memory of John's penis in her mind and a resolution that she would visit him one night and see if....
Mr. Hakes was getting a little impatient with his little virgin-she had at first seemed so eager and now she seemed reluctant. As soon as they were inside the bedroom he took her in his arms and kissed her. Susan now knew how to do this kind of kiss and she responded as she had done to Mrs. West-pushing her tongue right into his mouth. This gave him an unexpected thrill and she could feel the bulge in the front of his trousers as he crushed her to him. The only prick she had ever seen was John's just now and when Mr. Hakes pushed her away and began fumbling at his fly to get out his own she watched with interest. She was not prepared for the enormous shaft which suddenly emerged from his trousers. It was much bigger than John's with a fiery knob and blue veins all the way down it. She gasped at the sight of it.
Mr. Hakes could see that it was more than she had expected and he chuckled.
"Big enough for you, my lamb?" he asked.
"It's much bigger than John's," she whispered.
"Oh so its John who's been having a bit, is it?" said Mr. Hakes. "You certainly aren't completely innocent."
"No!" replied Susan.
Mr. Hakes wasn't really interested enough to inquire further. He led her towards the bed, noticing that Susan could not take her eyes off his prick. He sat her on the edge of the bed and stood between her legs. The prick was now nearly on a level with her face and she could see every detail of its hairy wrinkled surface. She reached out a hand to touch it gingerly and was almost surprised to find it warm-indeed almost hot. Mr. Hakes grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his waiting penis and automatically came closer.
"Kiss it!" he commanded.
She bent down to do so, but he thrust it hard at her and before she knew what was happening it was right in her mouth and being shoved down her throat.
"That's right-that's right-now suck-go on...." He spoke in such a gruff way that she did not dare to disobey even though her mouth was full of this man's prick.
It tasted bitter-sweet-a not unpleasant flavor and as she sucked, it seemed to give off a slime which filled her mouth. Soon he began to pump it in and out of her mouth and she found that all she had to do was keep her mouth around it and suck hard. His hands were grasping her shoulders in a cruel grip which hurt her frail bones but soon he stopped, panting "Lie back-come on-lie back...." She lay back obediently on the bed and immediately a rough hand had seized the elastic of her panties and with one pull had them down to her knees and then off. His huge hairy hands had forced her legs apart and now he was introducing that enormous instrument between her cunt lips.
Susan remembered the pleasure she had received from the black rubber thing which Mrs. West had used and now she was going to have the real thing. She was only a little frightened really-mostly because of the size of this man's prick-it was nearly twice as thick as the dildo.
Mr. Hakes made a viscious thrust up into her expecting to encounter the obstacle of a hymen but he found he went straight up and in.
"Oh, so somebody's been here before me, eh?" he was very disappointed after being promised a virgin.
"No," murmured Susan, ashamed. "Don't tell me lies, you little schoolgirl whore!" rapped out the annoyed man.
"Nobody's been there...." she was almost crying. "It was just a black rubber 'thing'...."
Mr. Hakes was even more surprised. "Well I'm damned ... you've been up to some tricks, eh?" he felt a little mollified anyhow-at least he was the first man!
While this short conversation was going on Mr. Hakes had been edging in half inch by half inch. Susan felt as though she would burst with the size of it and opened her legs as far as she could. The longer he was in her she found the more used her little cunt got to the size of it, and when he had fully inserted it so that she could feel it would not go any further, there was still a good inch and a half which would not go in the girlish cunt. The man tried to shove it up but that was as much as it would take. He didn't mind-he had hardly expected so much to go in to so small a cunt.
By now he was inflamed with a terrible passion and he began to fuck her vigorously and savagely. Susan had not expected such an onslaught and cried out in protest-but in vain.
He screwed the great thing into her and out with thrusts which shook her whole body and the bed too. Soon her protests died down for she began to feel that marvelous feeling which she had experienced with Mrs. West's black rubber instrument.
It was then that she began to respond herself, lifting her childish buttocks from the bed up towards this man with his ugly face and beaky nose. Her out-flung hands clutched the bed cover and her face twisted from side to side on the bed.
Mr. Hakes was still standing while she lay back on the bed but now he threw himself on top of her nearly knocking all the breath from her body.
She felt her climax coming and it was greater than anything she had experienced yet-bigger than when she played with herself-more exciting than Mrs. West had managed to produce.
He was whispering in her ear:
"Do you like being fucked, eh? Do you like it right up your cunt-tell me!"
"Yes," she found herself gasping, she had heard that word before but never spoken it, but now she said it and found it excited her.
"Yes I like being fucked-keep at it, please, just a little longer ... fuck me ... FUCK ME!"
Suddenly she was surprised when he began to buck about on her loosing the rhythm and then she found that he was shooting something into her cunt. In her half-drunken and exciting state she did not realise what it was, only that it felt marvelous and immediately she responded by coming herself, pushing up into him with her relatively feeble little thrusts and then laying squashed beneath him gasping and panting just as he was.
CHAPTER FOUR
Downstairs, while all this was going on, were John and Stella. John had never had anyone suck his penis before the very thought of a woman having it in her mouth and feeling her tongue and teeth on it was exciting and he sat on the sofa while she admiinstered to him and enjoyed every minute of it.
"You'll make me come in a minute!" he whispered to her.
"Do you want to come in my mouth?" she asked, taking her mouth away for a minute.
He blushed. "It wouldn't be very pleasant for you, I mean my...."
"Don't be daft-I love it-do you want to?"
"Oh yes! ... please."
She returned to her expert sucking and rolling and nibbling and in a little while he could not control himself any longer and found himself thrusting up into her mouth, straining and gasping with the obscene pleasure of it all.
"Oh ... it's gorgeous ... it's marvelous ... wonderful ... oooohhh ... I'm going to come ... fuck ... I'm coming ... I'm coming ... NOW ... NOW ... OOOOHHHH!!!!!"
He felt his sperm spurt up into her mouth and he had expected her to take her face away
-but not at all-she gobbled it, swallowed it and then took her mouth away to get air and went back to lick away anything that remained. He was surprised and a little embarrassed as she grinned up at him.
"Well sonny boy you enjoyed that-now you can do the same for me!"
He blanched at the very thought of doing it to this old painted woman, old enough to be his mother but he could hardly object after she had done it to him. She grinned evilly at him and it was obvious that she knew he did not relish the idea.
With a lewd gesture she pulled up her skirts and thrust her legs apart. Through the thin pink nylon of her panties he could see the bush of her middle aged pubic hair. Gingerly he put out his hand which she grabbed and thrust under the leg of the garment. He found his hand on her fat thigh and then on the moist warm hair of her cunt. He investigated with his fingers and found the wet lips of her vagina, with a shudder he thrust two fingers in and immediately she began to squirm and pant. It was obvious that she had been well roused by sucking his prick. He was relieved, that meant she would come quickly-he didn't like going this to her at all.
"Harder-faster-get your fingers further in-that's right-faster ... aaaahhh ... lovely!"
She began bouncing about on the sofa in an ecstasy of enjoyment which quite horrified and disgusted him and finally with much gasping and panting and the repetition of obscene words she came.
She lay back her great breasts heaving and her legs wide apart and John wondered what was happening to Susan upstairs. In a little while he would go and see.
Mrs. Hakes recovered very soon and was ready for more. She sat up and began to undress. When John saw her great lolling breasts he began to get excited again. She lifted one of them in her hand and offered it to him and he hastily attached himself to the great long tit, nuzzling his nose against the flabby bag of her udder. He chewed on it and sucked and she obviously enjoyed it. The sofa was a large one and now she was entirely undressed. She pulled John on top of her and he lay cradled on her breast and laying on her fat belly.
"Put it in me-you young bastard," she whispered in his ear.
His prick had regained its former glory and he leant back and guided it into her fat cunt with its wet hair. As soon as the tip of it touched her, it grew even larger and he thrust it up into her with a sudden surge of lust, clasping her fat shoulders with both his hands and wobbling on her belly and breasts.
He found he could not get it in far enough and he wound both arms round her body and clasped her fat ass and opened his legs as wide as they would go and managed to get it up her just a little more.
He was grunting with the effort of fucking this old woman and she was panting in his ear.
"Come on, sonny ... fuck me properly ... you know how to ... get it right up me ... that's right...."
Her fat legs were now entwined around him and she clasped him in her arms in a vice like grip. With all his strength he began to lunge up into her feeling the wetness of her on his thighs and balls-it was oozing out of her. An animal like lust began to take possession of him and he no longer felt the effort of fucking her. His shaft was going in and out of her like a train piston and he was growling and moaning. His whole body was bathed in sweat and it was running down his face but he did not even notice it. His hair was plastered on his forehead and his eyes were starting out of his head.
"You want to be fucked properly ... well I'll show you what I can do ... I'm no sonnyboy you bitch ... I'm a man ... and I'll give you what you deserve ... I'll fuck you silly...."
She began to moan like a wounded animal and soon she shuddered all over and he knew she had come-but he had not so he went on pumping in and out of her mercilessly-she pleaded with him to stop but he took no notice and soon she had another come-and then another-and he lasted out as long as he could. At last she was just feebly trembling and then he increased the rhythm even more and nearly flattened her great fat body on the bed.
He was gasping for breath when he finished but she was absolutely speechless. She had wanted a youth to fuck her, but this young man's virility was even more than she could manage and she had exhausted herself.
She fell into a doze and John recovered after a little while and wondered what was happening upstairs again. He thought about Susan with Mr. Hakes and found himself getting excited again at the thought.
He tiptoed up the stairs and arrived just at the moment when his sister and Mr. Hakes had finished and were lying side by side on the bed with slightly dazed looks on their faces.
Susan was lying flat on her back with her legs still wide open and her skirt round her waist. Her cunt was exposed to his view from the doorway of the bedroom and he saw it was wet with Mr. Hakes sperm. The yellow down on her pubic mount was soaked with it too and he could see her little clitoris peeping through the lips.
Mr. Hakes had dozed off and John sat down on the bed beside his sister. She opened her eyes.
"Hello John ... what are you doing here?"
"I've come up to see how you are."
"I'm alright. I've had a wonderful time really."
"Glad you came?"
"Yes. Where is Mrs. Hakes?"
"Dozing on the sofa!"
"So is he," they both laughed in youthful scorn at middle age.
John said, "You look lovely lying there."
Susan said, "Do you know you've got your ... dickie ... hanging out."
John blushed and started to put it away but Susan stopped him.
"You don't have to do that-now," she said significantly.
He looked at her and smiled.
"We both learned at the same time," he said with a chuckle.
"No," said Susan, "This wasn't my first time."
"But...." said John.
"Mrs. West was playing-around with me-I didn't mean I'd ever had a man."
"Well I'm damned, the old bitch, didn't you tell her off?"
"No," said Susan, "I rather liked it-I was really innocent. But now I know which I prefer."
John laid his hand on his sister's belly and looked in to her face with a question.
"It's the most marvelous feeling in the world to have a ... prick ... up you, John."
John's hand slid down a little but his sister did not protest.
"It's marvelous being inside a woman too, Susan, but I'd always hoped it would be someone of my same age the first time-or nearer my age anyhow."
Now his hand was right on her cunt and his fingers exploring. She looked up into his face smiling and very slowly he bent down, looking into her eyes, and kissed her on the mouth. Her arms immediately went around his neck and in a moment he was on top of her.
"Do you want me to fuck you," he whispered in her ear.
"Oh John-yes-yes."
"It's supposed to be wrong...."
"I don't care-it can't be more wrong than with these two old people-I don't believe it ... I want you John...."
By this time his youthful penis was harder than it had ever been at the idea of getting up his beautiful sister. Her young breasts were still hanging outside her bra and he bent and sucked one hard as he had done for Mrs. Hakes.
Susan drew in her breath sharply and hugged him closer. He put his hand down between them and maneuvered his prick into her cunt and pushed hard. It slid in easily after the stretching it had had from Mr. Hakes.
They lay on the bed motionless for a moment-brother and sister-she with her legs wide open and he with his penis inserted to its fullest extent up inside her. Then slowly he began to move. She responded immediately and enthusiastically.
"Fuck me John ... fuck me hard ... harder ... oh John ... fuck ... fuck ... lovely!!"
How different this was from fucking an old woman. The body of his young sister was slim and beautifully rounded not fat and jelly like. Although he had enjoyed the obscene body of the older woman in a perverse sort of way it was definitely preferable to fuck his young sister. He wondered why it had never occurred to him before!
They were both so engrossed in what they were doing that they did not realise that Mr. Hakes had awakened on the bed beside them. He watched them for a few moments with a lascivious grin on his face then he tiptoed out of the room to the head of the stairs and called out to his wife in a loud whisper.
"Stella ... Stella!"
"Yes ... what do you want you old goat!"
"Come up here and see this ... the young 'uns are at it together!"
"This I must see," she said and lumbered up the stairs.
They stood in the doorway watching but the sight was so exciting to them that Stella soon had her hands on her husband massive prick while he played with her great lolling breasts.
The young couple on the bed were fucking in perfect unison. Susan was heaving her youthful ass up from the bed, her dainty feet placed firmly on the counterpane, while John had his two hands planted firmly on the bed to give him leverage while he pumped up and down into his sister.
Mr. Hakes couldn't stand it any more "get against the wall," he ordered his wife and she obeyed. He bent her over and made her place her palms against the wall then he shoved his great penis up her cunt from behind. She had to stand on tiptoe to receive it then she stood down once it was up her. They could turn their heads sideways and watch John and Susan on the bed while they coupled like dogs on the other side of the room.
But the brother and sister on the bed were completely oblivious of the owners of the bed on which they were fucking. They had reached that stage of bliss and excitement just before coming and they were hardly conscious of anything going on around them-all their feelings were centered in their genital organs as though that was the only part of their bodies which existed. Susan felt she was all cunt-she was one big stretched cunt, wet and slimy, with John's prick thrust up into it giving her such thrills as she had never experienced before-not with Mrs. West and not with Mr. Hakes-it was something out of this world.
And John felt he was one big prick-one enormous swelling prick with a red shiny top which was thrust up his sister's cunt and was receiving the most exquisite sensations he had ever known.
"I'm coming ... now ... I'm coming ... oh Susan ... I'm fucking you ... and I'm coming ... now ... NOW . . NOW!!!"
One last push and he had shot all his youthful sperm up into her and Susan had curled her legs around his buttocks to keep him close so that she would not loose a drop of it.
Her soft pink lips found his and they kissed for the first time and then lay motionless, he on top of her and she bearing his full weight and not caring, not even noticing.
The couple at the door had watched all this with growing excitement. Mr. Hakes was heaving up into the fat ass of his wife and she was puffing and blowing and thrusting back at him. A few moments after the couple on the bed had reached their climax so did they and stood swaying, still attached, while they regained their breath.
* * *
When John and Susan were ready to go home they found the shop owner and her husband sitting decorously in the parlor listening to the radio. They were a little shy of them now, knowing that they must realise what had happened between them, and they were anxious to get away. They had to promise to return, but they never did. Youth is cruel it takes what it wants and leaves what it does not want-and neither of them wanted Mr. or Mrs. Hakes any more-they had found each other!
PART THREE
CHAPTER ONE
There had been a time when the name of Bruce Kimley had really meant something in the gay world of show business but that was going back a few years. Almost sixty now, but still good looking, Bruce Kimley not only retained some of his distinguished appearance but also had a fair amount of the fortune he made when his band toured not only England but the world.
He was driving his fast sports car up a winding road that led to the beautifully positioned country house he had bought many years ago. Beside him was his very attractive young wife, Eileen. Always a man for the women, now that his virility was on the wane he depended on female company which his apparent wealth could buy. To the young women of the age he was now interested in, his name meant little. He was famous before they were born; they were interested only in the present, and what he could supply now . ... it may have been the awakening that he was no longer considered such a good companion for any of the good-time girls which made him woo and wed this lovely, twenty-three year old girl. He had been impressed with her from the moment a mutual friend had introduced them at a cocktail party. Very shapely with the most delicate curve of belly he had ever seen, Bruce had set his sights on her. That had been a couple of years ago. Now as he took sly glances down at her long legs and the lovely luscious globed of her breasts as she sat close beside him in the car, he wondered what she thought about her two years of married life with a man more than twice her age.
They had not visited this country place of his for six months or more. He knew she did not like it much out here in the wilds. It was too quiet for her and there were not enough friends nearby. But there had been a special reason for this visit. Only a few days ago he had been given cause to suspect she was not being as faithful as he would have wished. The young man in question was a husky, good-looking fellow, more in her own age group and a positive threat to a marriage of the type that Bruce Kimley and his young wife enjoyed. Now Kimley had brought her well away from town and they would stay up here for a while.
The car was soon parked at the back of the house and their cases carried in by the resident housekeeper, Mrs. Laker and her husband, Frank. Alone at last with his young wife in the expensively furnished lounger, Bruce seated himself in a high-backed, wicker chair. Eileen poured two tall drinks and handed one to her husband. She knew he enjoyed a drink after a long drive. He smiled at her through half closed eyes:
"Thank you my dear," he said: "thank you. I can see you like pleasing me. You know I have brought you up here just to please me, don't you, my dear? Now be a good wife darling ... take off your clothes for me, my pet."
"But Bruce . ." she started to object, "we have only just arrived...."
"I know, I know ... but undress for me, dear," he urged her, his voice quite harsh and commanding.
She placed her drink down on the small, glass-topped table. She looked at him, the grinning olderly satyr, for a brief moment. She hated him ... why, oh why had she been fool enough to be taken in by all his glib talk ... by his wealth, by his apparent fame of yesterday? She slowly unzipped the side of her dress and undid the buttons at the neckline. Slowly she slid the very smart sheer frock down over her right shoulder. She knew how he loved to be teased by her slowly undressing in front of him. He was gazing at her large breasts, brassiered so beautifully in the perfectly fitting bra-cup. From the way he gloated, one would think she was undressing for him for the very first time.
Now she carefully slid the dress from her other shoulder, letting it fall to her waist. Naked above the waist save for that beautifully shaped and moulded bra, she saw him beckon her to step closer to where he sat. His eyes were on his avid gaze. She gripped the hem of her frock and slowly raised it. The lovely roundness of her thighs above her knees came into his field of vision.
She was close enough for him to reach out and get his hands to her panties. Dragging them down, he swivelled her to stand sideways towards him. Now he could see the sheer white globes of her buttocks, the skin so smooth, so soft and pliable. She kept her dress up in a bundle at her waist and bent forward as he reached up to unclip her bra. He settled back further in his chair. She knew the drill now ... slowly she writhed the upper part of her body until the unclipped and loosened brassiere fell away from her large globes of milky white flesh. She wormed and squirmed her belly so that he could see at close range her cute deep navel writhing and contorting. She hoped upon hope that neither Mrs. Lake or her husband would have reason to come into the lounge. She suspected that if they did, they would knock on the door first of course, but it would amuse Bruce to let them come in and find her like this-performing for him.
She watched him get up from the chair. The massive bulge at the front of his trousers gave proof of the passion her body held for him. He undressed while she watched, now and again stopping to have a sip of his drink. So far she had not been given the chance to even have a sip of her own drink. He waved his arm towards her ... she let the dress and the underslip fall to the floor. Stepping out of them she pushed her panties right down and also discarded them. Now as naked as he was they went across to the large divan that occupied a complete corner of the large lounge. Eileen then spread herself down on it. thrilling despite her hatred for this elderly of hers when he started to fondle her long nylon-sheathed legs.
She opened her legs for him and kept her gaze on the ceiling above her and did not want to watch him as he climbed all over her naked body. She may not have seen him, but she certainly felt him ... those spidery like fingertips of his, feeling all over her thighs, then slowly moving both hands inwards with a tantalising lack of urgency towards her warm moist cunt. Just when she was almost driven to degrade herself by begging him to stop playing with her and give her the sex she wanted, she felt his fingers parting her pulsating cunt-lips. Open and more open he was tugging at the loose flesh. She moaned ... his lips and tongue were there ... her small white hands clenched and unclenched in the passion which was being awakened inside her body. She panted and lifted her belly, the moans that filled the room were more like pained ones than those of pleasure ... but pleasure they were, wild sweet but agonising pleasure.
She closed her eyes. She could not help wondering every time he did this to her how many young women he had done it to when he had been a young dashing hero of the showbiz world. He'd probably serviced hundreds of attractive young women in his heyday. But such thoughts did not detract from the sheer pleasure of his obscene lickings. His hand, hot and feverish, massaged up and down her nyloned legs while he sucked her. His hands moved up to caress her hips and her sides and at last his spidery fingers reached and massaged her erect nipples on the large creamy globes. As he tweak ed those pert nipples to flint hardness his tongue was even more avid and ardent at her cunt. She moaned and writhed, her brain reeled, she felt her excitement rising to a fever pitch. She suddenly cried out.
The elderly couple listening at the door heard the breathless cry of the young wife.
"The old devil is going down on her already," Mrs. Laker gasped quietly to her excited husband, "just listen to the horny young bitch!"
The horny young bitch was indeed crying out in passion.
"I bet he's sucked her off," muttered old Frank Laker as they heard Eileen cry out very loud and shrill. They were right ... Eileen was having her come in her husband's mouth ... a short sharp stinging sensation of paradise heralded the quick release of her sexual fluid. Her hands went to the back of her husband's bobbing head as she gave his sucking mouth her sweet sex juice. He moved over on to his back next to her. She was panting and breathless, but he had his hands to the rtape of her neck.
She knew what she had to do, what he always expected her to do. She leaned over his stomach, her wet lips sliding easily down his large prick. While she went down on him, he got his hand between her thighs and brutally, like he always did, masturbated her so that he made her come for a second time.
This second come was never as good as the first one in his mouth, but it always thrilled her to the core, anyway.
Bruce Kimley and his young wife arrived at his country house....
* * *
During the time that the Kimley's were in town the housekeeper had the run of the house and never before had their employer been in residence when her son had phoned to ask if he could come down and stay. Clive, the Lakers only son, was a well-built, quite good-looking young man of twenty-eight. Bruce had given his consent, of course, when Mrs. Laker who had been with him so many years, asked if her son could stay there for a while. He might not have given his consent so easily had he known that Clive was such a good looking brute of a young man. It was as well he was not present when Mrs. Laker introduced her son to Mrs. Kimley, for immediately the young man was smitten by Eileen's beauty, just as she was impressed by his youth and well-built, muscled body.
It was on his second day that Clive happened to be coming back from the village at midmorning when Eileen was out for a before-lunch stroll. They seemed to get on well at once and in the shade and cover of the tall trees and undergrowth of the countryside between the village and the house it was only nature taking it's course when the ardent young man drew her to his arms and got his mouth to hers. Eileen put up a token attempt at warding him off, but made sure she kept her lips to his. He was worming his lips against hers, but to her surprise he was not using his tongue at all. Well versed in the art of all sorts of kissing, Bruce Kimley was a man of such sensual experience he had taught his young wife a lot of things in their two, short years of marriage. Eileen was anxious to use her tongue in this young man's mouth.
He gave a little startled gasp as her tonguetip slid slyly in between his lips and lifted and touched the tip of his wider tongue. She was surprised he did not respond very well. Always when she used her tongue kiss on Bruce he became excited and thoroughly enjoyed her action. She moved her slim wet tongue more actively in the young man's mouth. She had it deeply in his mouth and she thought she must surely get to his throat. Suddenly he came to life, his encircling arms held her tighter and he held her close to his strong body as his lips and teeth closed over her imprisoned tongue.
Eileen moaned in her throat. She felt his hand drop down to her hip. She knew that through the thin fabric of her nylon dress he must be able to feel the slippery material of her nylon panties. His hand, so broad and strong, moved round to her belly. The excited Clive Laker wanted to get her to the ground, to get her frock up, her panties pulled down, his stiff throbbing prick up into her cunt ... and yet he knew he dare not. This was Mrs. Kimley, the wife of the man who now employed his mother and father, the man whose house he was staying at with his permission. To seduce this lovely wife might lead to the dismissal of his parents from their job and home where they had been for many years. He had to control himself.
He drew his mouth off hers. She was breathing very heavily, her eyes ablaze and her cheeks flushed. She was clearly disappointed, but no matter, he had to be sensible. She saw his expression.
"You stopped because I'm a married woman, didn't you?" she asked quietly, looking up into his handsome rugged face.
Clive Laker nodded. He felt her take his hand and place it back on her thigh, only the thin fabric of her frock between his palm and her flesh.
She smiled at him: "We both know I'm married, but lets not think about it for a minute, shall we?" she coaxed him. Slowly she felt his hand ruffling her dress upwards. Then he stopped again.
"My parents both work for your husband," he muttered, "they depend for their home and their livlihood on him. He would be very angry if he knew their son was...." he did not finish the sentence. His hand moved again to her soft belly.
She could see the sense of his fear.
"Perhaps you are right," she said slowly, expecting that now she agreed with him the petting would stop. His hand, however, moved up to cup over her right tit. Gently he felt her soft flesh through her clothing. She felt the nipple spring into erectness. She knew that he had felt the growth as well under his fingertips. Such a sensation thrilled her, but to the less experienced young man it inflamed him.
They were in a very secluded spot and were safe from prying eyes. Even so it surprised her when he suddenly used force to get her to the grass and was laying close beside her before she knew what had really happened.
His hands were fondling up the outside of her shapely thighs.
"Oh Clive...." she started to gasp. He was drawing up her dress. As soon as his eyes caught sight of her pale blue and navy blue panties she knew from his expression he was no longer concerned about his parents and their job with her husband. His hands were tugging at the brief panties until she knew they would be torn if she did not raise her ass and allow them to slide down over her hips, buttocks and thighs. Her eyes were bright with passion as she watched him. How quickly a well behaved, apparently inexperienced young man can change when given the opportunity with the body of such a lovely woman as Mrs. Eileen Kimley.
Clive was like a beast as he knelt over her, his hot mouth kissing her belly and naval. She knew that if she opened her thighs more and lifted her belly he would glide his mouth down to her cunt. That was what her elderly husband always did but she didn't want this handsome virile young man to do the same.
She gripped his head of hair and pulled him upwards:
"I don't want that done to me," she gasped, hoping he would believe her lie. He moved his face up to her face and got his mouth to hers. His strong tongue dipped at once full into her waiting open mouth. His right hand wandered down between their bellies to get his agile fingers to that moist pulsating cunt amid the crisp coarse hairs. He was thrilled at the extreme warmth he felt there. He slid his index finger well into the silmy opening. In his limited experience of girls he knew that if they are as hot and wet as she was then she must want and need sex very badly. After all, Mr. Kimley was so much older than she was, it wasn't right that a man of his age should have the exclusive use of such a wonderful body.
Clive felt suddenly a man of power. This young very attractive married woman wanted him . ... He forced himself between her open knees. He looked down at her. A smile of triumph was on his handsome face. He saw the gleam of her wedding ring in the sun as she raised both her white hands to the front of his trousers. The zipper was quickly drawn down.
"You are a wonderfully strong boy," she moaned as her fingers fastened round his quivering prick. He fell forward on his elbows, his hands getting to her right titty and massaging it in a way that bordered on the brutal. He moved his two fists to her other knocker and repeated the roughing up process. Eileen moaned in sweet approval of such tactics and was rubbing her hands up and down his huge bloated prick all the time.
At last, like a madman, he pushed her hands aside, dropping on to her belly as he did so.
"You're going to let me ... let me ... let me...." his words trailed off. Still the worldly position of this woman worried him. She was a married woman ... her husband a very important man as far as his parents were concerned ... Clive was hesitating again....
"Darling," she crooned softly to him, "darling . ... I want you to ... fuck me ... come on Clive dear ... fuck me ... FUCK ME!"
Her words had the magical effect she had hoped. But he was like a mad bull in a china shop. Not like the methodical way of her elderly husband. She felt the hot smooth prick-head banging against her flesh, everywhere except in the right channel to enforce an entry ... then, simply as a matter of luck and the law of averages, his thick prick slid home.
"Aahaaa ... darling ... that's wonderful ... Eileen moaned as his powerful hips moved to begin the forceful driving. Unlike her husband who worked up to ferocity slowly, this young stud was in top gear at once. His strong body was jutting to and fro to send wave after wave of sheer heaven through her belly and loins. Again, more through luck than anything else the young man brought her to a climax just as he reached his own peak. It was a thrilling spine-shaking experience for both of them.
When they had recovered the young man seemed shamefaced although it had been the most wonderful experience of his life. They agreed that she would go back to the house first. No point in both arriving back together, no need to arouse even the slightest suspicion in her husband who was a very jealous man indeed when it came to his young and lovely wife.
CHAPTER TWO
Eileen Kimley felt very much happier now. With that strong young stud, Clive Laker at her beck and call she would not mind staying down in the country for as long as Bruce wanted. With the strong loving of the young man to fall back on she would even enjoy the sometimes strange attentions of her husband. Yes, she was happy, and more contented than she had been for a long time as she sat in the comfortable lounge reading one afternoon.
Bruce had driven into town with Clive. They were both cricket fans and there was a good game on in the country town nearby. She smiled to herself. There was something excitingly bizare about having her husband going out with Clive. If only he knew the husky young man beside him had enjoyed the same bodily fruit of his loving wife! She took no notice of the loud banging on the front door. It was when the banging was repeated again and then again that she remembered this was the afternoon when the Lakers also went into town. It was their half day off from their household chores. With a sigh Eileen got up and went to the front door. She was surprised to see two unkempt men, both in their mid thirties by the look of them. By their dirty clothing and unshaven appearance they were either tramps or gipsies.
They told her they were looking for work and was her husband at home. She did not miss the gleam in their eyes when she tactlessly told them that she was alone and they would have to come back later to see her husband. She saw she had been stupid to admit that she was alone. Already the stronger of the two had half pushed himself into the hallway.
"Perhaps we can wait for your husband instead of having to come back," he said, and his mate tried the pushing-past tactics also.
"No ... no...." she began to protest, "you cannot wait, he may be a long time ... you must call again. Come back ... come back tomorrow."
"He may be a long time, eh?" one of them chuckled, "in that case you might get lonely, eh?" He grinned and then winked at her, causing her to flush up and wish she had not bothered to answer the door at all. One of them caught her arm, the other moved behind her to close the door.
"Shame for such a pretty girl like you to be left so lonesome," the one gripping her arm muttered, "now you ain't lonesome at all, are ya? You have two new boy friends, haven't ya?
A minute ago you was all lonesome like, and now, you is in luck. Ever been with two boy friends at once, honey?"
The two men grinned and the hand on her arm tightened. They were pleased so see that although this young woman looked shocked at their words she did not get panicky or hysterical like some women would have done under the same circumstances.
He slid his arm round her waist, "How about it honey, eh?" he muttered. "No one will know, we'll be gone afore your hubby gets home . ... we can give you a good time ... how about it then ... what do ya say, eh?"
"No ... no ... of course not...." she mumbled, trying to wrench her arm free, "you must go, you must go at once ... at once!"
Her voice did not carry a lot of conviction and the way she was trembling against the body of the man who held her gave her away. Her mind was protesting, but her flesh was accepting the obscene suggestions.
"Me and me mate know how to treat a pretty lady like you," the man said as he got his mouth to her lips, driving his tongue immediately into her warm moist cavity. She squirmed. She might have been telling herself she was struggling but it was a writhing tantalising struggle without resolve to get away from the embracing arms. Her tongue trembled as his rough surfaced tongue plied along it and sucked and licked at it. All her imitation struggles stopped ... she stood trembling, allowing her mouth to be fully explored by that thick wet tongue. She felt his other hand move down to her buttocks and caress her there. He had never known such springy fleshy responsiveness for she trembled as the harsh fingers moved under the swell of her globes to fondle the tops of her thighs. Through the thin material of her skirt and slip she felt the heat of his hand.
Despite her feeling of shame and horror she allowed her tongue to respond to the agile twisting tongue in her mouth. She ground her belly hard into his stomach. She felt against her loins the unmistakable bulge of his erected penis. He pulled his mouth off hers and pushed her down on to that large divan which provided the bed for so much erotic playing between her and her elderly husband. The tramp yanked open his fly and stood in front of her. His companion came and stood beside him after sticking out his prick the same way.
Eileen gazed up at the two erected male prick and then both men were down on the divan with her. Two pairs of hands roamed and felt her ... her tits, her thighs, her belly, everywhere were hands, hot searching groping hands and fingers. Her skirt was being pulled up to her waist, her nylon underslip was also being yanked upwards with the skirt. One man tugged at her clothes at her front, the other at her back. Now two pairs of very hot and dirty hands were feeling up her nylon stockings, now up to the broad stocking tops, now on to the sheer white naked flesh above them. Never had she felt quite so blatantly excited as four hands touched her thighs and fondled with eager fingers along her narrow garter belt.
Eileen closed her eyes. She was content and happy to let the two men do as they wished with her and to her. Hot eager fingers climbed higher up her thighs, up to the thin elastic of her panties. She moaned as she felt the tight elasticated waist of her pale lemon panties being drawn outwards away from her belly. Now the almost breaking elastic was being drawn at her back, hot hands were delving down inside the panties ... at the front and at the back. She could not hold back the deep sighing moan as the fingers reached her moist cunt between the shaking thighs. She began to whimper as sheer erotic pleasure coursed through her veins.
"We're going to strip you, lady," she heard one of the men mutter, "see how you likes being undressed by two men for a change."
Before they put their words into action they took her hands and made her clasp each of their rampant cocks. Slowly, but certainly willingly, Eileen seized a hard throbbing prick in each hand while she was undressed. She felt the hot hands fumbling with her garters before getting them all unhooked. A pair of hands was concentrating on each leg. Her sheer stockings were brushed down her shapely legs. It was so wonderfully arousing to have two men undressing her like this. Her hands moved faster on the throbbing pricks they held.
The men had to grab her wrist and tell her in no uncertain terms to slow it down a bit. She felt first one leg then the other being raised as her shoes and stockings were taken from her. One man then concentrated on her blouse and bra whilst his companion attended to the skirt and the nylon underslip. She raised her ass to make it easier for her skirt and slip to be taken from her. Now one of the men pulled her upwards so that his friend could get to the fastening of the bra at her smooth naked back.
When the bra was slid from her shoulders each man was rewarded with a large white globe, pink-tipped with a firm red nipple to play with and amuse himself with. But the two horny tramps did not allocate one tit each, no ... it was more exciting and certainly more inflaming to the young woman's sensual awakening if each man had a hand on each breast. Each tit was still played with by two hands but with the hands of a different man. Kneading, pulling, twisting and rubbing, the agile fingers soon had the tits as erect as wooden pegs. Eileen was literally moaning with desire to have a man or both fuck her tensed up body.
"You wants us to take off yer panties ... don't ya?" one of them muttered to her, grinning into her flushed face. She nodded, lifting her ass up so that it would invite a speedy action in the removal of her last remaining item of clothing apart from her garter belt which was already being tugged away from her waist.
One of the tramps hooked his finger into the top of the elasticated waist of the pretty panties and slowly tugged it downwards. His companion, not to be left out of so exciting a task, also hooked a finger into the waist and helped in the lowering of the intimate garment. Down to her thighs, her knees, her calves and now off completely and the young wife was naked. She closed her legs and lay panting.
"Now, my little hot piece of toast," one of the men mumbled to her, "I'm going to suck those lovely titties of yours, and me mate is going to kiss you somewhere else ... ain't ya, Fred?"
She heard the two men chuckle to themselves. One of them, it must have been Fred, was parting her knees as he dropped to the floor close to the divan edge. She let out a moan, the intensity of which she had never before uttered, as a mouth closed full over her nipple and another open mouth closed over her hot pulsating cunt. She felt Fred lifting her legs so that they hung over his shoulders.
"OOOAARGGGAAAHHAAAA ... that's heaven ... heaven...." she moaned as she twisted and writhed under the double assault, "never stop ... never stop ... doing it to me....its ... wonderful!" she was almost screamring now, "ooooooggghhhaaaa ... AAAAHOOOHHH ... WONDERFUL! KEEP ON ... KEEP ON!!"
But the two randy tramps did not intend to keep on, they had other ideas-better ideas.
"Get on the floor-you horny bitch," one of them said to her.
She was shocked at the tone of voice, shocked at the disgraceful words, shocked ... but too sexually aroused to worry. She was over off the divan on the thick pile carpet, on her hands and knees as two pairs of hands helped her get to the position they wanted her.
One of them quickly mounted her in doggy fashion, getting her cunt filled with hot throbbing cock while the other man on his hands and knees shuffled close to her face. His hand stroked her head as if she was some beast:
"Come on-horny bitch!" he muttered, "give me a nice wet kiss, eh?"
Eileen was too far gone in her passion to have any shame left. She bent her head under his prick to get her mouth over his huge ass while his mate began to fuck her as he clung to her back like a sex crazed dog with a seasoned bitch.
Her senses were reeling, never had she known or even imagined the erotic satisfaction of having two men serve her. One man serving her cunt-the other serving her mouth! Two entirely different tempos and rhythme were thrilling her, a prick fucking, a prick being sucked....She was being brought to the gates of paradise by the experienced movements of the tramp on her back as he twisted, pumped, slid and thrust his great hot prick to and fro in her moist cunt.
Her hanging swaying tits were being milked by eager hands tugging and pulling on them. She could not think now, she could not even bother to try and understand what was happening. A long writhing pleasure-giving prick was alive in her belly, another one was in her mouth working so that both would soon meet midway down in her body. She shuddered as an orgasm the like of which she had never known swept through her body ... wickedly and wantonly she moved and twisted faster ... a hot flow of sperm pervaded her belly as the prick in her cunt shot its hot load. Almost at the same time hands gripped her face and held her tightly as hot flushing blobs of stickiness gushed down her throat.
Five minutes later two well satisfied tramps stared down at the beauty they had been fucked by. While her husband and her lover were politely applauding at the cricket match, our Eileen had been given a sample of what it is like to fuck two men at the same time.
CHAPTER THREE
Driving home from the cricket match with the good looking Clive Laker beside him, Bruce Kimley was thinking up a wild idea. He knew that his declining powers of "copulation might soon begin to have an unhappy effect on his young, hot-blooded wife. He knew that this young man beside him was attracted to Eileen. What man in his right mind would not have been and from the few occasions he had seen Eileen looking at Clive, he knew that she liked the rugged healthy features and the strong body of this young athletic type.
They were half way home when Bruce turned the conversation to Eileen. The way the young man blushed when she was mentioned either meant he had already fucked her, or else he was so attracted by her charms that the mere mention of her made him react like that. Bruce Kimley was not sure which reason accounted for the flush but no matter. What he had in mind would make it unimportant whether Eileen and Clive had already gained carnal knowledge of one another yet.
"I can see you think my young wife is very attractive, he said to the flustered Clive. In reply a few mumbled adjectives about her beauty and figure came from the young man. The next words of Bruce suddenly made him sit up and begin to take a lot of notice of the trend of the conversation:
"I'm getting on a bit for her, you know Clive," Bruce Kimley was explaining, "I think a young women like Eileen needs the attention of a young man now and again. A nice healthy young man-like you for instance."
Clive bit his lower lip. Was this sly old devil playing with him? Did he know that his young wife had already been unfaithful to him since he brought her down to his country house. Bruce continued....
"How does it appeal to you if I arranged for you to fuck her?"
"Fuck her?" Clive stuttered, "what do you mean Mr. Kimley?"
The older man laughed. They were almost back at the house now, "You know what I mean, Clive! Fuck that lovely cunt she has between her legs, eh Clive?"
"You mean ... Mrs. Kimley ... and me?" Clive was looking in disbelief at the older smiling man. The car had drawn up in front of the house now.
"That's just what I mean Clive. Leave it to me ... I will show you just how easy it is going to be for you. I am going to take my wife into the lounge ... you stay within earshot and I will call you when I want you to come in."
A few minutes later Bruce was with his young wife in the lounge. She had bathed and changed her clothes since the two tramps had left, and she hoped and prayed that no evidence of her assault by the two men remained to cause her husband any suspicion. She was glad when he almost immediately started to pet her. The day away from her, watching cricket in the sun, had made the old man horny, she thought to herself, as he ran his tongue avidly round her nipple after baring her lovely tits.
Bruce might have some strange ways, but he knew how to excite a woman's tits. Eileen had to give that much credit to the old fellow. She was on that divan where she had laid with the two horrid tramps not so long ago. But this time she was writhing under the expert and legal admistrations of her husband's mouth on her tits. The wonderful orgasm she had experienced with the tramps might have been enough to satisfy most women for a day or so, but now as she felt her passion rising again as her nipples were sucked into hot heavy knobs, she knew she wanted sex again.
She felt down to the bulge at the front of her husband's trousers. She knew that Mr. and Mrs. Laker were still out but she wondered where Clive had gone. She would not like him to burst in on them and find her in the act of fucking even if it was with her own husband.
She could not hear Clive moving about. He had probably gone up to the room he was occupying while he stayed there. She drew out her husband's erect prick and toyed with it in her cool tapering fingers. Bruce was very pleased she was proving easy to stimulate. There was a very special reason why he wanted his young wife hot. The way she was caressing his stiffening penis told him how much she needed fucking. Little did he know to what extent already sex had played in her afternoon's entertainment!
Eileen was pulling at his firm prick. It was not as large as the tramps' nor not nearly as large as Clive's but she needed fucking again badly and her husband would do his best as he always did to satisfy her, she knew.
"Darling," she murmured, "take off my panties dear, and fuck me. I want your prick so badly dearest."
"Do you feel you really need a prick badly dear?" he asked her softly as he tugged at the elastic of her panties with his fingers.
She was startled for a moment. He didn't usually use such words to her at this stage of their lovemaking. His hand slid down inside the waist of her panties. His fingers jabbed into the moist fleshy claw of her hot cunt.
"Yes darling," he muttered, very softly, "it feels as if you need a prick very badly...."
Eileen moaned as he gently and expertly rubbed her cunt lips. Any moment she expected him to ease himself over on top of her, either tugging her panties down or to one side and sinking his bone-hard prick into her. That was what she wanted, badly ... very badly, she wanted and needed hot prick.
"Please darling," she moaned. "Bruce darling ... please ... fuck me ... give me this please," she squeezed his prick in her fist and tried to pull him over on top of her. She did not think for a minute he would resist or refuse her.
He lifted his hand out of her panties, letting the taut elastic slap back against her tummy. Then while she watched him he put both his hands on her waist, gripping the panty top and peeled the tight fitting garment down her slim hips. As the panties fluttered to the floor he knelt between her open thighs.
She closed her eyes. She was going to be very naughty, she was going to try and imagine she was being laid by one of the tramps or Clive. But her husband's podgy hands, fondling the smooth meaty insides, brought her back to reality and just when she knew she could not stand much more teasing he jumped on top of her.
She still had hold of his penis and she guided it easily into her moist and waiting cunt and became impaled on her husband's prick with a gasping moan of pleasure. Bruce Kimley lay still for a moment or so, enjoying the sweet wet warmth of his wife's cunt as it gripped and pulsated on his cock. He smiled to himself, trying to imagine her shock when in a short while he called Clive Laker into the room to take his place between her thighs. Bruce was glad he hadn't touched her for a couple of nights. The lack of prick was making her want it more. His instinct about women was totally wrong in this case. It was the amount of cock she had been getting which was responsible for making her body want more and more of it. The saying that the more one has the more one wants is very true when applied to cunt and prick.
"Please dearest...." she moaned as she tried to begin the rocking movement that would glide his cock back and forth in her hot cunt. He did not respond at once. But after a while he could control himself no longer and with a steady deep lunge and a long pull-back after each entry, he started to fuck his horny young wife. He saw she had her eyes shut, her mouth opened and closed spasmodically and twisted into grimaces of pleasurable lust. He speeded up his movements, delving deeper and harder. He saw her eyes open and flicker. One thing that the experienced man of the world like Bruce Kimley knew was when a woman is about to have her climax. And he knew that his lovely wife, Eileen, was about to have hers ... now ... at this moment ... she was sobbing and moaning ... her body throbbed and trembled....
"CLIVE! CLIVE!"
She went stiff as she heard her husband calling the name of the young man. She saw the door of the lounge open and in came a flushed but eager eyed Clive. He came right across to the divan and looked down into her sweating covered face!
She could not believe it.
Surely her husband could not have meant to call him in to find them like this? But his next words made it clear that there was a pre-arranged plan. To her dismay her husband was slowly withdrawing his stiff prick from her body.
"Take your clothes off, Clive my boy," she heard him saying.
Bruce used two hands to fuck his wife's hot wet cunt while they watched the young man quickly stripping off. When he was naked he stood over the panting young woman. Bruce retreated to a chair near the divan and watched the naked young giant climb on Eileen. He lit a cigar and smoked slowly as he enjoyed the sight of those hefty naked buttocks rising and falling between his wife's open thighs.
The moment Clive's fine stud prick had entered her hot cunt she had got over her shock and the embarrassment a little. She still did not know whether Bruce already knew about her unfaithfulness with this young man and had, in some strange way, organised this to humiliate her. All she was capable of feeling was the desire to satisfy the deep lust which her husband had created in her and then left unsatisfied. She didn't care what was going to happen later ... all she wanted was immediate satisfaction and she knew from all too lovely experience how marvelous Clive was with his youthful prick.
Bruce saw his wife's lovely legs scissor across the hefty naked backside of the young man. Her arms already embraced hotly round his neck and from the wild contortions of her body as his cock slid home her husband knew she was enjoying this new man just as her elderly husband had guessed she would.
The stout legs of the divan creaked. They never made that sound of protest when Bruce made love to her. This young brute was giving her a wild strong fuck alright and the sound and the sight of it thrilled Bruce Kimley almost as much as it did his sexy young wife.
Now their lips were sealed together in an open french kiss, their tongue intertwining and pushing against each other and round each others' mouths. His hands came round and clasped her buttocks avidly, the fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh. Now and then Bruce caught a glimpse of the livid penis as it pumped in and out of the eager cunt of his wife. They had achieved a steady rythm now, quick and sure and he knew from familiar symptoms that she was going to come soon.
"Fuck me ... fuck me harder ... " he heard her mutter in Clive's ear, just as she had muttered in his own ears many times and the sound of it sent a thrill down to his sagging prick. But he did not start to masturbate. The whole idea of letting this young man fuck his wife was to give himself a rest for a while. He knew he was getting old and aught to conserve his strength a bit more. Not that he had any intention of giving up fucking her ... but from now on he would not have to do it so frequently and consequently when he did do it he would have more energy.
When the first mutual peak of ecstasy was reached, Bruce left the young pair alone on the divan. He went up to the bedroom to have a rest before having a bath. He knew that Eileen would probably coax the young stud to fuck her again and again and so he decided to leave them to it.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a week later that Eileen had a letter from her young sister. She showed it to Bruce.
"The poor kid doesn't know what to do, dear," she explained to her husband, "Mum has gone to the hospital for a few weeks and with Pa away, Wendy is alone at home. She's only fifteen ... do you think we could invite her up here for a week or so?"
"By all means, my dear," Bruce replied. It was as well his wife did not see how he licked his lips or his eyes gleamed at the prospect of having her pretty kid sister up to stay at their country house, or Eileen might have made other arrangements for her sister.
The fifteen year old Wendy was delighted to get the invitation from her sister and a day later she was arriving at the country house to be met by Eileen and Bruce. That night a dance was being held at the village hall and Bruce suggested it would make a nice welcoming gesture to take her and his wife along. He came out with it in the drive back to the house and also suggested that Clive should also be invited.
Naturally Wendy was delighted with the idea and she was also delighted to find herself welcomed. She did not particularly notice anything peculiar in the fact that her sister seemed to be entirely in the company of Clive most of the evening and herself with her brother-in-law. She did not mind this in the least. She found Bruce an entertaining and most pleasant companion. She was not at all sure her mother and father would have been pleased to know the amount of strong heady drink she was taking but she felt safe enough with relations. About ten thirty she was having a dance with Bruce when she felt she had better not drink any more because her head was not exactly aching but she felt light and dizzy ... although very carefree.
She saw that Eileen and Clive were dancing most of the numbers together but as the evening drew on she saw less and less of them and they were not in view at all when she was taken to a quieter corner of the hall with the arm of Bruce Kimley round her slender waist. She was a little shocked but not too unpleasantly so when her sister's husband started to kiss her. She trembled when she felt his drawing her slim body hard against his, she opened her mouth to make some sort of protest but this only gave him the chance to squeeze his thick tongue into her mouth and give her more thrilling sensations. Suddenly she didn't care if this man was her sister's husband, she didn't care that he was old enough to be her grandfather, she didn't care . ... didn't care ... She was pushing her belly against his stomach which had been so ruthlessly pressing itself against her.
Bruce Kimley smiled to himself. It was proving so much easier than he expected. He would have to be careful though. The kid was only fifteen and she WAS his wife's sister. Not that he expected any trouble from Eileen. She was probably in the arms or accepting the stud cock of that young virile Clive Laker. Certainly she would be having that young man before the night was through. He was absolutely certain of that. Which made it easier for Bruce to seduce young Wendy.
The drink he had been plying the kid with had the desired effect alright. She was a sexy little piece now that she was deprived of inhibitions. When he whispered to her that he wanted to take her back to the house she knew it was not that he wanted to get rid of her, or that the evening's pleasures were over. She was not as simple as all that.
It did not take long to drive back to the house and soon he had her in the lounge, another strong drink poured for her. She was not trouble at all to ease down on to the large divan, the scene of much activity in that house. True, she whimpered a bit when she felt his hands slide under her pretty dance frock. She began to pant as he fondled her shapely young limbs and the word 'no' began to form on her lips when she felt her sister's husband get his fingers to the crotch of her panties.
But he had his fly open and his hand grabbed her waist and made her hold his cock in her small trembling hand. After a few minutes of intimate petting he got to his feet and pulled her up beside him. She was shaking like a leaf, and he was not sure if it was due to the drink or her sexual excitement, or both. He swivelled her round and began to upzip her dress. As he tried to pull it down to the hips she looked up into his lustcreased face and he thought she was going to burst out into tears.
"What ... what ... if ... someone ... came in?" she mumbled.
He went across to the door and locked it. He returned to her and quickly got the dress to her feet. She stepped out of it and made no more protests as her elderly brother-in-law sheathed down her nylon half slip and then unclipped her bra. His hand on the back of her neck made her lean the upper part of her body forward. He liked to see her in this pose with her beautifully oval shaped young titties swaying and lolling downwards.
She moaned when he bent his face under her and got his lips to her nipples, sucking and pulling on them until he had each one hard and crimsonly aroused. She was even helping him get her panties down and her suspenders unclipped and the flimsy lacy garter belt unfastened and taken off her.
The elderly Bruce Kimley gazed in avid admiration at the slim but shapely body of his wife's young fifteen year old sister. She was lovely ... divine ... a present from the gods themselves for a man of his lecherous nature. He got his trousers and shorts off but could not contain himself long enough to bother about his shirt. He was on top of her on that wide soft divan, his strong prick nudging in between the soft wet lips of a tight cunt that was horny and anxious to be taught the new joys of sex.
"Ooooohhhh . ... no . ... no . ... it hurts....no....careful!" she twisted beneath his weight. He felt her hymen go ... he was easing in about three inches now and knew that as long as he was slow and careful she would take all he had to offer easily. Now it was his turn to moan for her tight gripping cunt seemed to be tearing his foreskin down and down until it must surely snap. But seemingly at the last possible moment the tension eased and he was feeding her with a good thick eight inches.
Now he was beginning to fuck her. She clung to his neck, biting her lips as the pain gradually grew less and the pleasure increased. She knew that this was what he did to her sister, but then they were married to each other. This was very wicked of him ... very wicked indeed to be doing the same thing to her. Suddenly she felt a hot wetness saturate all her inside and Bruce was laying half off her now, panting and looking glassy eyed.
He had not been able to control himself, much as he wanted to make this first fucking for the kid a long and satisfying one. Her young cunt was so tight, so hot and gripping, it had sucked all his sperm out without him being able to control it.
He was stroking her face:
"Sorry kid," he muttered, "sorry it wasn't better for you the first time ... it will be much better the next time ... I promise you."
She gathered up her clothes and after he unlocked the door and listened to see if the coast was clear she quickly hurried up to her bedroom. She bathed and lay on her bed. She felt sore and although it pleased her to think a man could get so much pleasure from her body, even a mature man like Bruce, she was disappointed at her own lack of real pleasure.
She heard voices downstairs and then they were all coming up. She heard her sister's voice and then Clive's. Quite clearly she heard them both go into the bedroom which was usually occupied by Eileen and her husband, but clearly tonight Clive Laker was going to share her bed.
Wendy heard her bedroom door open and close. She looked up and saw Bruce coming towards her.
"You and I are going to be bedmates tonight my little darling Wendy," he told her as he climbed on the bed beside her, "I am letting your sister have a new fuck for tonight."
Wendy had put on her shortie nylon nightie and she tried to pull it down to cover herself as much as the scanty garment would allow. Bruce got undressed and then lay close to her on top of the sheets, fondling her lithe young body until she was as excited as when he had first brought her home from the dance.
She was playing and handling his erect prick as though it were the most wonderful toy she had ever been given. He had his hand on the back of her neck and at first the constant pressure he applied there did not mean anything to her. Only when he became quite firmly insistent did she bend her body forward and allow her face to drop nearer to the huge domed prick she was holding and rubbing in her fingers. She heard him chuckle as he pushed her head down further. Right in front of her eyes, she could contemplate his prick. Never had she imagined seeing a man at such a range or from such an angle.
"Be a good girl-like your sister is...." he was coaxing her, "put out your little tongue for me dear...."
For a moment she did not obey. She knew what he wanted her to do and then she decided to be a 'good girl like her sister'. She put out her small pinkish pointed tongue and with a feeling of sickly revulsion she touched the head of this rosy domed smoothness. Old Bruce Kimley gave a deep sigh. His hand moved from the nape of her neck to mingle his fingers in her lovely head of hair. Her tongue flipped and flicked touching the end of the throbbing cock and then licking round the thick rubbery lip.
As if from another world she heard him mutter:
"Open that sweet mouth wide dear ... open wide ... that's right . ... now take it in ... take it all in that lovely mouth dear....
She was obeying. Her lips parted widely, the throbbing dome snaked in between them, making her gasp and choke a little. She found it thrilled her to the very core to have a man's prick in her mouth, to be able to make him moan and twist in the sheer pleasure she was solely responsible for.
She used her tongue as well as her lips. His hot hand slid down from her head, down her back under the flimsy nightie. Stretching right down he got his hand to the cleft of her lovely girlish ass and then reaching further between her opening thighs he got his fingers to the hot throbbing little cunt that had so recently been filled with cock for the first time.
His arms suddenly embraced round her. He was lifting and tugging at her, getting her turned round and over him. The sight of her little warm pinkish cunt must have made him sex crazed for he roughly pushed her aside and then made her kneel on all fours. Getting behind her like a dog he thrust his huge, well-sucked prick into her warm cunt for the second time that evening.
The position she was now in reminded her at once of the dogs she had seen fucking bitches. Now she was like a bitch and her sister's husband was her dog.
She tried to get the tempo of his prick thrusting madly against her ass and she tried to regulate her own motions with his unsteady back and forth rythm. She hadn't realized that a man could use a girl in this position. She thought that making love was always done with the girl on her back like she had been on the divan downstairs. Now she was being taught that girls can take sex in almost any position where a cock could enter and she liked the idea and briefly imagined all the obscene ways in which she could be fucked.
When Bruce got his arms embraced round her slim waist he felt up to caress and cup her swaying young tits. He controlled himself this time and kept quite still for a few minutes. From the adjoining bedroom they heard the unmistakable sound of a bed creaking in a steady tempo. Young Wendy didn't have to be told that the sounds indicated that her sister was being fucked by the young man, the son of the housekeeper, Clive Laker.
"He's enjoying my wife next door," whispered Bruce, "but he isn't as lucky as I am, my pretty little sweet. My wife may be a good fuck but you are sweet and young and tight . ... all qualities I love. We're going to enjoy ourselves, eh? How do you feel?"
"I. ... I . ... oh its lovely Uncle Bruce...." she gasped really meaning it, as he gently withdrew and then thrust his prick hard against the resistance of her tight little cunt puncturing it right to the entrance of her womb and giving her a thrill she had never had before.
"Grip the sides of the bed and hold on tightly," he said in her ear and she obediently held onto the edges of the narrow mattress, instinctively widening her thighs and giving him better access.
"Good ... good ... you're getting the idea alright . ... now ... let's fuck...."
Slowly and steadily he withdrew and thrust in again using all his strength every time so that she had to hold on desperately so as not to be knocked forward onto her pillows. She soon got the idea of thrusting back into him with interest and he crowed with delight at her voluntary co-operation. Naturally she soon found that the more she helped him the more of a thrill she got in her cunt and soon they were fucking each other merrily. It did not take her long to be very much more excited than she had been that afternoon and a feeling began to rise in her belly which she recognized. She had discovered masturbation a couple of years previously and indulged in it frequently. But this was something different really. Although she recognized the kind of feeling, it was three times the intensity ... no, four, five, six times . ... oh it was marvelous ... wonderful....
"Do it faster ... faster ... harder...." she panted at Bruce.
He heard her and redoubled his efforts, the sweat poring down his elderly face. He knew he could not hold out much longer but she was showing all the signs of coming soon so that was alright.
"You like being fucked by your old Uncle ... don't you, eh?" he gasped between lunges into her. His hands were gripping her waist mercilessly and she knew she would have bruises there afterwards but she did not care.
Bruce let go as he heard that ... he let go into her and felt his sperm gush up into her tight little womb mouth ... then he collapsed on her back ... and she collapsed in turn onto the soft bedclothes ... both gasping with enormous pleasure at the satisfaction of their mutual lust.
* * *
The next morning Clive Laker as usual had his breakfast in the kitchen with his parents. In the dining room Bruce Kimley sat at the head of the table. Down the right of the table sat his lovely wife, her eyes bright, her skin beautiful, her expression one of utter contentment after her nights' loving with her new temporary one-night-husband.
On the left hand side of the table sat the fifteen year old Wendy. Not quite so perky and bright eyed as her more experienced sister, she nevertheless looked lovely and still very sexy dispite her rather pale face. She had not been allowed a great deal of sleep during her first night spent in a bed with a man. Old Bruce Kimley had used her cunt several times. On the last occasion just before being called for breakfast he had made her experience the finest orgasm in her very short experience. It had thrilled her to the core and made her marvel at the height of pleasure it had taken her to.
Now she kept glancing uneasily at her sister. She knew that she had spent the night with the housekeeper's son but she was pretty sure that Eileen had no idea that Wendy had been fucked by her husband. She had an uneasy suspicion that if she knew she would pack her off home double quick and this was the last thing she wanted. She looked across at Bruce who shook his head, obviously meaning that his wife knew nothing. She sighed with relief and ate her breakfast.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was strange that Bruce Kimley should feel grateful to Clive Laker. He was sharing his wife's body with the handsome young stud but if this hadn't happened he would not have been given the opportunity of fucking that pretty kid, Wendy. Had he but known, the other elderly man in the household, old Frank Laker, Clive's father, had his greedy eyes on the young shapely body of Wendy.
It had not taken the Lakers long to realise what was going on between their employer, his wife, and their son, and now that the youngest addition to the country house, fifteen year old Wendy had been drawn into the web of lust, old Laker didn't see why he should be left out.
It was on an afternoon when Mr. Kimley had gone into town on his own. Eileen had taken the opportunity of going out with Clive and old man Laker cornered the young girl in the kitchen when she came down to ask him if she could help him or Mrs. Laker.
Wendy was taken by surprise when the old fellow grabbed her and kissed her. He kept his mouth on hers until she was choking for breath and had to fight him off.
"How dare you!" she panted, "I'll tell my Uncle...."
"Oh yes?" chuckled the old man, "I don't see how he's in a position to complain ... what with his wife being fucked by my Clive and you fucking him . ... what would your precious sister say if she knew, eh?"
Wendy caught her breath. She could see she was being blackmailed and when he started to kiss her again her protests were only feeble and half-hearted. The worst of it was she had begun experiencing the same exciting feeling she had when Bruce had first started to caress her.
She put her hand to the sweat covered unshaven jaw of the old man. It thrilled her to realise what power she had over men, even at her age. He was looking at her as if he wanted to eat her and one of his hands slid down to caress her pert plump little ass cheeks.
"You're a lovely little girl ... a lovely sweet little girl...." he muttered.
She felt him tugging her skirt up at the back and his other hand slid round her thigh and dipped under her raised hem.
"Lovely ... lovely...." he kept muttering as if to himself more than to her, "lovely legs, in such lovely smooth nylon stockings ... lovely ... flesh ... lovely smooth flesh ... up you ... up your lovely thighs ... and here ... ah! ... here ... here it is ... the little wet cunt!"
She gave a start. He had got his groping hand under her panties. His free hand withdrew from under her skirt and took her wrist to thrust her hand down to the front of his trousers. Her hand trembled a little as she held it poised ready while he undid his fly. Then she was clasping a very rigid hard pole of flesh. He sank back on to one of the kitchen chairs, his knees slightly apart, his fiercely erect prick fully exposed.
"Come on ... my little beauty...." he beckoned to her, "come and show me you know what this is for...."
He flicked his thick prick with his fingers. She looked at it with the state of a hypnotised rabbit looking at a bright beam of light. Slowly she stepped closer to him. He yanked one of her legs to one side of him, then her other leg to the far side of his legs. She was now standing astraddle his knees, facing him. He got his hands to her hips and pulled her down onto his lap. His guiding aim was very good. She bent her knees and gasped when she felt the first probing thrust of that bludgeon touching her young lips.
She sighed and wriggled her hips, sinking lower onto his prick. A low moan of pleasure escaped from her mouth as she began to sample the full extent of his penis. His hands held her more firmly. He thrust and pulled until she was completely on his lap in the closest possible contact.
"How's that for thrust, eh?" he chuckled.
She blushed to the roots of her hair as she looked into his grinning old face. This was terrible. She ought not to allow a servant to fuck her ... but she didn't really have an alternative. She knew that if she refused him he would tell her sister about her fucking Bruce and then all hell would break loose. Then she realized she must be honest with herself and admit that she was enjoying this. In fact she was becoming impatient because he was doing nothing. She contracted the muscles of her vagina and saw the sudden spasm which passed over his face as he felt it. And it seemed to galvanise him into action. To her astonishment he half stood up, pushing the old kitchen chair back away from him so roughly it toppled and crashed on its back.
He leaned back slightly so that her feet were off the floor, all her weight being on her cunt that was filled with his manly prick. He began to buck up and down. It was like riding a wild bronco for her ... with the saddle forming a prong of flesh which seared up into her belly. The strain must have been too great for a man of the age of old Mr. Laker for he had to abondon his efforts and, getting across to the table, he flopped her down on it on her back, his cock staying well embedded up in her warm, wet cunt all the while.
She lay spread-eagled on the table and the now-so-familiar-movements of a male pricking her cunt began to work her up into sexual pleasure. She got her hands to grip the heaving ass of the man through his trouser cloth. Her hot throbbing cunt rolled and slithered up and down his hard prick.
Strangely enough this fierce fucking that old Mr. Frank Laker gave her was the means of giving her the best climax she had yet been allowed to experience-even better than the best she had achieved with Bruce. Her spasms shook her body from head to toe. Every fibre in her throbbing torso was wracked with a tense lust, the like of which she had not even imagined. She clung to him, rocking to and fro to milk with her hot little pussy the last dribble of wet sticky sperm from his prick.
When she at last allowed him to lift himself up from her she expected him to go across and sink into a chair. Instead he was gripping her waist and making her twist over onto her tummy on the table top. He was going to use her in a position very similar to the one Bruce Kimley had done when he had got her to kneel on all fours. Old Mr. Laker was obviously going to mount her from the back, like a dog with a bitch.
But no! Something new was happening ... she felt his eager fingers clawing at her ass ... and then she felt the most awful pain in her asshole! She realized with horror what he was trying to do.
"No please! Ooooowwwwaaaaahooowwwwwooohhhaaaa!!!! that hurts . ... it hurts....stop! No ... no ... aaaaaggggrraaaa ... no ... no!!"
She tried to lift herself up off the table top, but the more she tried the harder he pushed down against her and the worse the pain became in her tight ass-hole as the semi-limp prick was being urged to enter her ass-hole. She tried to get some weight on to her elbows on the table and push him off backwards but he brushed her arms down and flattened her with his body flush across the table, his cock well in the tight ring of flesh which was the entrance to her bowels.
She began to cry real tears but the only response from the old man was to thump against her harder still as he drove his prick to and fro in her rectum.
She almost fainted before it was all over and this time when he had pulled out of her the old fellow did collapse breathlessly down into a chair.
Holding her aching ass, Wendy raced from the kitchen up to her bedroom. She knew there was no one in this house she could complain to, for she was as much caught up in her own lusts as the rest of them. Although she hated the way she had been treated by old Laker, she also loved the fucking she was getting from his boss. If she complained perhaps Bruce would just laugh, or even encourage old Laker and if she complained to her sister then she would be sent home, which she didn't want. It was all very complicated.
There was also another factor which urged her to stay. As sure as night followed day she knew that she would be assaulted, or seduced if that word suited the action better, by the only remaining male in the house-Clive Laker. And that was a thought which made her tremble at the knees. He was so handsome and attractive and he was her sister's lover too. A sort of rivalry had arisen in her thoughs. Why should her sister be the only one to have Clive-why shouldn't she....
On the other hand Clive had as yet shown no particular interest in her. It was true that now and again she had intercepted a glance in her direction and a speculative look at Bruce. She thought that Clive had guessed of her new relationship with her sister's husband. Perhaps when he was returning to his own room after fucking Eileen he had heard the goings on between Bruce and Wendy ... or perhaps he just suspected it ... or perhaps Bruce had actually told him. She did not know. But somehow she was sure that one day it would be her turn and she didn't want to get sent home before it happened so she had better keep her mouth shut about the abominable way old Laker had treated her in the kitchen just now.
CHAPTER SIX
Young Wendy, of course, was quite right in her assumption. It would not have been natural for a man as healthily sexy as Clive Laker not to want to have the sweet ecstasy that such a lovely young body as Wendy's would provide. He had had his eye on her for some time but he was a cunning person and he had enough sense to know that his position as the son of the housekeeper and the mistress of his boss's wife did not necessarily give him the liberty to seduce Wendy, and still keep his position in the house.
Very cleverly he sounded both Bruce and Eileen on the subject of Wendy. Without coming out into the open he hinted to Bruce that he was doing him a favor by taking some of Eileen's insatiable sexual demands off the old man and therefore Bruce owed him a favor. Bruce readily admitted it an soon caught on to what Clive was hinting at. He made it quite clear there would be no jealousy on his part about Wendy ... in fact he rather relished it, insisting that he should have the opportunity of watching the seduction.
Naturally Clive was pleased at this reaction-but Eileen was a different proposition. But he needn't have worried. Although Eileen hadn't the faintest idea that her husband was fucking with the girl she didn't need much persuading to see that it was about time the girl was shown the mysteries of sex by a competent man. She wouldn't have much chance of doing that at home because her parents were very narrow minded. Clive used all sorts of subtle arguments to make her see the reason for what he wanted to do and when he was satisfied there was no danger to his position in the house he decided to go ahead with the fucking of Wendy as soon as possible.
It happened a couple of evenings later. They were watching television in the darkened lounge. Eileen was sitting with her husband for a change, so Clive, who had been invited to watch, sat close to young Wendy-and saw his opportunity.
In the gloom, Eileen could just make out the hands of her lover exploring up under the sweater of her young sister. She knew without being told that tonight was the night when young Wendy was going to be taken by Clive. Her husband got up and on the pretence of asking them if they wanted a drink went across to the other couple. He really wanted to see how far advanced in their petting they were. He saw that Clive had Wendy's bra undone and down from her lovely young tits and she was excited to a point where she didn't care about anything. Even so she was a bit apprehensive when Bruce loomed out of the darkness to ask his question.
"They're at it," he told Eileen, "are you jealous?"
She hesitated for a moment and then said, "No ... not really ... as a matter-of-fact its rather exciting, isn't it?"
They looked at Wendy She had her legs stretched out along Clive's as they settled, themselves facing one another in the large armchair. Bruce leaned forward and put his arm round his wife and she murmured to him:
"Look ... he's taking her panties off...."
"Yes ... and she's got his prick out too ... Are you sure it doesn't make you jealous to see your sister playing with your lover's prick?" whispered the excited old satyr. She didn't answer, but when they saw Wendy being given an ardent tongue kiss on her open mouth she knew they were too far gone to worry about anything else.
She and her husband got up quietly and moved closer to the chair to get a better view in the darkened room. They saw the young man wriggle and maneuver between the young girls thighs. Eileen knew so well just how iron hard Clive's penis could be when he was ready for fucking.
They saw him ease further over on top of the girl.
"OOOAAAHHHOOO...." it was an uncontrollable moan and gasp from Wendy.
Feverishly Eileen got her husband's rigid prick out of his trousers and rubbed him while he got his hands up under her dress and panties to hand-fuck her while they watched young Wendy being prick-fucked. The fifteen year old panted wildly in her passion as Clive rammed her. They watched fascinated, Eileen under the impression that this was Wendy's first fuck, and Bruce admiring Clive's fuck-ability.
Wendy was squashed down into the seat of the chair, her ass nearly on the edge and her head propped out by several cushions. He sprawled on top of her between her thighs. Their arms were locked around each other and his prick was completely buried up to the hilt in her youthful cunt. His ass rose and fell competently. He wasn't like Bruce. He could take his time and get Wendy really sexually excited and right up to her climax or even to her second or third climax, before he let go and enjoyed himself.
"Wrap your legs round me," he whispered in her ear, and his words brought back Wendy's consciousness of where she was-in the sitting room watching television-for God's sake where was her sister Eileen? This was dreadful. She went stiff with fright.
"Where ... where's Eileen?" she said in a frightened murmur in his ear.
"Don't worry ... she knows what we're doing ... and she doesn't mind ... forget her ... come on ... don't you like me fucking you?"
"Oh ... yeeess...." she breathed and promptly forgot all about her sister. In fact she had no idea that both Eileen and Bruce were spectators of her seduction until afterwards. She presumed they had tactfully left the room!
Her legs came round his thighs and locked behind him and he resumed his rhythmic fucking. Now his hands began to pull her tits, pinching and milking them without mercy. Nobdy had done this to her before quite so painfully and yet she found the pain was pleasurable also and cried out loudly in enjoyment of it.
"OH NO! YES! AAAHHH! Darling ... its ... marvelous ... oh I knew you would be wonderful ... Clive...."
But Clive said nothing, he was concentrating hard on his thrusting prick. Her cunt was tight and very wet and his prick slid in and out her cunt with the precision of a piston. She was more exciting than he had anticipated and he decided he would come when she did. He could feel his climax rising in his balls and he knew she was pretty near coming also because he could feel the convulsive clutches of the muscles of her cunt. Now she was heaving back up into him with all the enthusiasm of youth and it set his imagination on fire. This was the first time he had fucked anyone so young and although he had wanted her he had imagined all the fucking would be on his side. He had forgotten the initiation she had been getting from Bruce!
And she'd certainly learned her stuff. He could feel her cunt clutching his prick in stronger and stronger spasms and knew quite suddenly that he couldn't have controlled himself if he had tried. This teenager was certainly hot stuff and he made up his mind there and then that Bruce wasn't going to have her to himself from now on.
"You like it ... don't you, eh? You horny little girl ... you naughty kid ... he's been teaching you a thing or two, hasn't he?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yes ... yes ... but he hasn't got a prick anywhere as big as yours ... its wonderful Clive ... its so hard and long ... I never dreamed it could be like this ... harder ... fuck me harder darling...." she whispered back.
As Bruce and Eileen watched, they were deeply aroused by the fucking they were witnessing. They saw Wendy bucking and writhing under Clive's hefty fuck ... and then as the flurry of movement threatened to wrestle them off the chair onto the floor both bodies went taut at the same time.
"AAAUUUHHH ... WONDERFUL ... FUCK ... FUCK...." moaned the girl as the panting Clive gyrated into a fierce last thrust and the fruit of his testicles was transplanted into its proper place-the girl's womb!
CHAPTER SEVEN
All good things have to come to an end. It was soon time for young Wendy to return home. Her mother had arranged for a sister to come and look after her as Wendy's father would soon be home anyway and need looking after. Everyone at the Kimley country house was sorry to see the departure of this pretty girl who had lost her cherry and shared her lovely body with the men there during her short stay.
The next blow was the sudden departure of Clive Laker. He had been offered a very good job down on the coast. It was too good a chance to miss, and so, reluctant as he was to leave a place where he had found such sexual pleasure and where the body of Eileen Kimley was always at his disposal, he too had to leave.
Eileen was anxious to return to town. But to please Bruce she agreed to stay on for another couple of weeks. He loved the countryside and the fishing in the river which ran nearby, also the cricket in the village every week-end and Wednesdays. It was on one of his trips with the local cricket team to a match some fifty miles away that Eileen discovered there was another male stud available to her-a man she had not even thought much about-the elderly husband of their housekeeper, Clive's fater-Frank Laker.
It was on the afternoon Bruce was away at the cricket match that the old fellow first made a tentative approach to her. He came up to her bedroom when she was stretched out on her bed wondering how on earth to pass the rest of the day. He was supposed to be on an errand from his wife but it was merely an excuse, and Eileen knew it. He sat down on her bed, talking nineteen-to-the-dozen. First he put his hand over hers, and when she did not draw it away he took it in his own turned it over and tickled the palm, which is a language everybody knows. He kissed her hand and then drew his lips up her inner arm to her neck ... and to her lips.
She did not respond ... but she did not push him away either. Soon he had unfastened her blouse and was fingering her naked nipples. She was amazed with what skill and expert touchings he aroused in her. She stroked the back of his slightly balding head as he bent his face to caress the swollen tits, his teeth chewing on the pert nipples until she wished he would hurry and go all the way with her.
She made not the slightest resistance as he undressed her. He did it very gently, but slowly, savouring every garment one by one as he removed them. The way he kissed her legs, from ankle up to broad thigh, slowly and with much reverence, she felt like a goddess of love, and he was worshipping her. She opened her thighs wide to give his face full freedom with her hot aching cunt and he showed that he was just as wonderful at sucking her as he was at nibbling her tits.
He drove her wild until she was begging him in the crudest, filthiest urging words she knew to give her the fucking she wanted.
"Oh come on Frank ... get on top of me and fuck me ... please ... get your prick into me now ... now ... quickly ... I want it stuck right up my cunt ... oh please Frank ... fuck me good and proper ... I need it ... darling ... please...."
When he took his clothes off to be as naked as she was she saw that he was even better hung than his robust son. He grinned at her as he saw her avid stare at his huge bloated prick. He slowly worked the foreskin down the shaft, leaving the rosy dome naked and smooth.
"Like the look of it?" he teased her, "your young sister loved it, I can tell you."
Eileen looked up into his grin-creased, ugly old face.
"You ... you ... did it to Wendy?" she stuttered, "you used that great prick on her surely not?"
"Of course, of course! And now I'm going to use it on you-or rather in you, my dear!"
She moaned in sheer heavenly pleasure as his huge prick sank easily up into her aroused cunt. His hands grabbed her fleshy ass and held her while he slowly rotated his loins and sent thrill after thrill chasing through her belly as he slowly began to fuck her, efficiently and vigorously.
She was responding in as wild a way as he had known she would. Her legs lifted and her heels climbed up his arched back. She guessed he must be even older than her husband and yet he was proving the best fuck she had experienced for ages. It was not difficult to see where Clive had inherited his own abilities. His father's stamina and strength belied his age. He was working like a trojan between her thighs, his body pumping and causing her own hips to writhe and her ass to rise and fall to make her pelvis meet and caress his strong pubic brush.
When he brought her to the peak of her orgasm he slowly withdrew his steaming wet prick from her. She saw it was rigid and throbbing. He had not had his own climax, content for the moment to make her experience her own much needed come.
After such a wild orgasm she felt a little faint and dizzy, tired and yet still very sexy. She was delighted to feel him again fondling her breasts. Her tits were still erect and stiff and ached for attention. When he sucked her to a point near her second climax he quickly got his prick up into her again and this time the orgasm of male and female was going to be mutual....
"Are you ready?" he muttered in her ear, "I'm going to come this time...."
"Yes ... yes...." she panted, "I can feel it getting bigger and bigger ... it'll kill me ... oh its wonderful ... you sexy old man ... I love it ... go on fuck the daylights out of me ... ram it up ... aaaahhhhh ... yes ... yes ... I'm coming ... I'M COMING ... FUCK ME ... FUCK ME!"
"I'm coming too ... wait for it ... yes ... yes ... there ... now I'm squirting up your squirming cunt ... aaaaahhhh!"
* * *
For the next week the old leacher never misused a chance of fucking her. Whenever Bruce went down to the village his lovely wife was having old man Laker up her cunt. It soon became a habit she could not-and did not want-to break. Even when her husband was likely to be away for only half an hour she encouraged the old man to at least suck her tits or go down on her in order to make her come.
She guessed that Bruce was suspecting something, and it was no surprise to her when he told her late one evening that the following morning they would be leaving for town. The stay at their country house was over for a while. The few weeks she had feared would be full of boredom had resulted in the most stimulating and sexually adventurous times of her life!
Mrs. Eileen Kimley was as sorry to leave as she had been to arrive just a few weeks ago ... but her husband's mind was made up. She knew that if he said they were going back to their town house then that was where they would go. No "ifs" and no "buts", his mind was made up. She was pretty sure he had made the decision because he guessed about her and Frank Laker but he never said a word and she thought it best not to mention it. After all he had proved a more permissive husband than she had ever expected him to be ... maybe he might continue to be, but she felt it would only be with men of his own choosing.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Is that you? Is that Miss Modeste?"
It was Bruce Kimley on the 'phone, he was speaking to a woman he had known for some years. A woman, in fact, who had been quite a close friend of his during the latter part of his career on the stage. Many a young pretty chorus girl had reason also to remember Miss Modeste, for it was to her they were sent if any of them had misbehaved, been late for rehearsals, or putting on too much weight. Or, worse than these petty crimes, if they had resisted or resented the attentions of the bold but aging Bruce Kimley.
A visit to Miss Modeste had proved that their wardrobe mistress was sadistic as well as an evil lecherous woman with animal like lesbian tendencies. Miss Modeste had left the theatrical world at about the same time as Bruce had bowed out. She had opened a very prosperous expensive gown shop and it was to this smartly appointed shop that Bruce was phoning now in his attempt to make contact with Miss Modeste again after all these years.
She was pleased to hear from him. Even more pleased when she heard the reason for his call. He had a young wife, Miss Modeste knew this, it was no secret. His wife had a young and very pretty sister, about fifteen. Well, that was news, exciting news. Better was to follow. That wicked old devil had written to the sister and told her to visit the shop of Miss Modeste, and for being such a good girl while she had stayed at his country house Bruce would pay any sort of bill for her at the shop for clothes she fancied.
"I think you may find this girl amusing to you...." he had added to the grateful Miss Modeste. His words did not need any further explanation to her ... they knew each others tastes from of old!
When a couple of days later an excited Wendy turned up at the shop under instructions contained in a letter from Bruce, she asked for Miss Modeste personally, as she had been told to. After exchanging warm greetings the woman led Wendy into her own private room and fitting-rooms.
"Your brother-in-law telephoned me to say you would be calling, my dear," Miss Modeste told her, "I am sure you will want to buy some of our very alluring and attractive undies as well as dresses and skirts, eh my dear?"
"Oh yes ... that would be wonderful," the excited girl replied, "if you are sure it will be alright with Bruce ... I mean Mr. Kimley...."
She was not quite sure how she should refer to Bruce in the presence of this woman. Miss Modeste merely smiled and said:
"Take off your things, my dear, and I will have some very pretty things brought in for you to try on."
Wendy felt a little embarrassed as she took off her dress, then her underslip, so that she was down to bra, stockings and suspender girdle and shoes. She was a little taken back at the intense way this woman was gazing at her belly and at the junction of her creamy thighs where the tight panties clung to her and where, through the transparent front the dark smallish triangle of her pubic hair could be seen.
"Don't be shy, dear," Miss Modeste urged her, "take off the rest of your things."
She watched the youngster reach up her back to get to the clip of the bra. The blue bra fluttered free. The eyes of the woman of the world gleamed in evil anticipation at the sight of those two delectable soft white globes which were now lolling free. What a delight this fifteen year old was ... those well-developed breasts with the dusky coral shadows around the firm little sprouting nipples ... oh those little pink titties ... waiting to be chewed and devoured by a mouth that could appreciate them ... a mouth that Miss Modeste was slowly drawing her tongue along as she watched the pretty girl undressing.
"You have beautifully firm breasts, my dear," she muttered as she stood close to Wendy, "beautifully firm-I can hardly believe it!"
As if to add weight to her words she lifted her palms and gently raised the underneath of the soft warm globes. Wendy shivered at the way her young breasts were being lifted. She felt excited and began to feel how hot it was in this private room. She was sorry when Miss Modeste re moved her cool hands and left the room for a few moments. But she returned soon with a pile of boxes.
Taking an exquisite concoction from a box she said:
"I think you may like this type, my dear," cooingly. "A perfect fitting for you I should think, and with this modern net centre ... shall we try it on my dear."
With the satiny net bra in her hands she moved behind Wendy and gently drew the transparent net cups over the youngster's pert breasts.
"There dear...." she murmured, her face close to Wendy's ear, "how does that feel?"
"Oh lovely! It feels marvelous," Wendy said, "but I don't think my mother would let me wear one like this. It is very modern, I know, but it is a bit daring, isn't it? I mean it shows all my nipple-doesn't it?"
Miss Modeste was already fetching a pair of matching panties from another box on the table. They were very brief and edged with a very fine pretty lace.
"Try these on dear," she said, "let me see if they are the right size for you."
When Wendy slid her own panties down her legs she saw that the woman was again staring avidly at her cunt. Miss Modeste was obsessed with that thinly -haired love mound which was now being revealed to her gaze.
For the next twenty minutes Wendy was trying on bras, panties, girdles and underslips and then at last she was allowed to choose some dresses and skirts. When a long list of her purchases had been made out Miss Modeste smiled almost lovingly at her young customer.
"Look in the middle drawer of that table over there, my dear," she said, "there may be something to interest you."
She watched the girl go across to the table and pull out the drawer. She saw the charming young face show an expression of puzzlement. She went across and stood close beside her, an arm sliding round the slender waist. Wendy was still staring down at the contents of the drawer-it contained a braided leather dog-whip, lengths of tawse of various widths and strengths, a dozen or so leather thongs, and right in the centre of this erotic assortment of instruments of flagellation lay what was taking the girl's main attention, a black rubber whorled shaft with a leather and elasticated harness attached. Wendy knew that the black rubber cylinder was an imitation prick and she was about to ask why on earth she had been told to open this drawer when, as she turned her face towards Miss Modeste, the woman got her mouth over the girl's and gave her a hot torrid kiss.
In a frenzied moment of sexuality Wendy put her arms round the woman's waist and returned the heat of the kiss. Miss Modeste had her hands to feel the soft mounds of the young girl's ass through the panties as she held her close.
"You are a lovely girl, Wendy," she murmured softly, " ... a lovely girl...." She arched her belly to the girl's mound and slowly pressed and rotated. "You are not a virgin, are you dear?" she asked quietly.
Wendy shook her head. "No, no I am not Miss Modeste, but my mother must never know that I am not...."
"No of course not, dear. I'll never tell your mother don't worry. Tell me, Wendy my sweet, do you like it?"
She ground her belly harder into the girls. "Does that make you feel good, Wendy? Do you like me doing this sort of thing to you?"
Wendy was responding by swivelling her own pelvis and rubbing herself against the ample belly flesh of the woman. No words were needed to tell Miss Modeste that she had a hot and willing number that the wily old bird, Bruce Kimley, had sent to her. The girl was looking down into the still open drawer again. Miss Modeste smiled at her and embraced her more closely:
"Tell me dear, what do you know about those sort of things-anything?"
"Those ... those leather strap things? I suppose they are for punishing, aren't they?" Wendy stammered. "And I suppose the dog lead thing is a sort of whip, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, you are quite right. They are for punishing, but what about that other thing ... the object you were looking at so intently, dear?"
She saw Wendy blushing ... oh how attractive these pretty young girls were when they colored up. Wendy bit her lip, she did not know what to say. The woman put her mouth close to the girl's ear and whispered:
"It's a lovely rubber prick, my dear, a lovely pleasure giving imitation cock...."
Wendy blushed even more. She felt her bra being undone by the woman's agile fingers. Now as she was hugged close to the woman's body Wendy felt the hot hands feeling all round her thighs, round her panties, her asscheeks and down again to the naked smoothness of her flesh of her upper thighs.
The youngster was moaning by the time Miss Modeste got her fingers to the waistband of the panties.
"You are going to let me take your panties off, aren't you dear?" she murmured as she slowly pushed the intimate frilled garment downwards.
Naked save for her shoes, nylons and very narrow garter belt. Wendy sat down on the leather bound couch that Miss Modeste urged her towards. She watched the very smart and expensive gown being drawn down from the woman's large body. Miss Modeste was clad in a matching bra and pantie set of jet black satin. The bra was cut very daringly low and the panties fitted her tightly. She also wore a narrow black nylon garter belt, the tabs of which drew taut the sheer nylons which encased the well proportioned but very well fleshed thighs.
She dropped to her knees on the leather couch and lowered her face to caress and kiss the sweet nakedness of the girl's palpitating belly and thighs. When she had the youngster writhing and sobbing with lust, her passion aroused to the extreme. Miss Modeste went across to the table drawer and quickly took out the black rubber dildo. Strapping the flesh-colored harness round her thighs and belly she went back to the couch, making Wendy turn over on her belly and then raise herself up on to knees and forearms.
Miss Modeste knelt close behind the girl, gripping her hips and said:
"Lift up your ass a little more my dear, come along now...."
The sweetly moist gaping cunt was now visible between the trembling milky white thighs. Wendy was obeying her in a sort of mindless dream, fascinated by the rubber prick, overwhelmed by its size and the implications of what was happening to her.
Excitedly the woman adjusted herself closer in and under the overswell of the young girl's ass cheeks. Then with a little fumbling, a little maneuvering, that fat dome of the tip of the rubber penis disappeared into Wendy's cunt.
From the mouth of the youngster came a wail of indescribably delight....
"Oooohaaaa ... ooorraaahooommaaa...."
Slowly lowering her full weight along the top of the white back Miss Modeste allowed the male prick to gouge fully into the young cunt. Her hands reached round and under the slim body to find and molest the hanging ovals of breasts and while she toyed and pulled at the tits she worked her hips and loins to give the excitedly aroused youngster the first imitation fucking she had ever received.
In a way that only a woman can do to another woman Miss Modeste brought Wendy near to an orgasm and as she did so the young girl opened her mouth and began to urge her on to more and more thrills.
"Oh that's wonderful ... what a marvelous contraption this is ... what's it called ... aaaaahhhhh ... i t's sending thrills right up my spine ... and my belly ... oh Miss it's even better than a real one ... at least ... oooaaah ... oh please fuck me some more with it ... harder ... shove it into me ... please ... ooooaaaahhhh...."
Never had the young girl known such fulfilment could be attained and she was hysterical and almost fainting by the fifth violent climax that the relentless black rubber prick made her experience.
Miss Modeste carefully withdrew the rubber monstrosity from the slightly blooded and very slimed cunt and after unstrapping it she took the sobbing young girl in her arms and loved and talked to her as if she had been a child.
"There ... there ... did I hurt you then ... but didn't you have lots of lovely comes? Wasn't it worth it ... don't cry my dear ... here, dry your tears ... there's a good girl...."
Gradually the sobbing stopped. Wendy was beginning to come round. She put her hands out to find the discarded dildo, with almost loving care she fondled the wet slimed prick. Miss Modeste took it from her and with a sly wicked smile she began to again strap the obscene object to her large waist.
"You want the rubber prick again, darling, don't you?" she murmured as she pushed the girl down on to her back-and this time mounted her from the front in the normal male-female intercourse position. Wendy's arms and legs hugged the woman to her, their mouths met and fused in a long-tongued passionate kiss. Their breasts squashed and rubbed hard against each other and added to the pleasure each was feeling.
Miss Modeste's fingers probed down the slit of Wendy's ass and she felt one insert itself in her ass hole. It was a most unusual feeling and she didn't like it at first but when the stabbing finger had edged itself right into her hole and was worming itself up her back passage she suddenly felt a wonderful thrill which galvanised her whole body and made her thrust up into Miss Modeste's heavy body and positively lifted her over her. This excited the woman too and they writhed and struggled against each other the older body exerting all its strength against the younger.
Wendy dragged her mouth away from Miss Modeste's....
"What are you doing to my bottom...?" she panted...."You mustn't ... you'll hurt me ... I'm sure you will...."
"Don't be silly ... I'm not hurting you...." gasped the woman, "you like it ... you know you do ... it won't do you any harm you silly kid ... let me do it ... and you'll get a wonderful thrill...."
Wendy had to admit to herself that it was a lovely feeling and finally she relaxed her ass cheeks and let Miss Modeste gain easier entry into her ass-hole. Yes ... it was a new thrill ... something different ... a discovery....
Three times again the young girl came before she was so exhausted that she fainted-a victim of too much rubber-prick fucking and finger-fucking up her ass! The ecstasy was so overwhelming that she lost consciousness in a sea of pleasure which drowned her completely for about ten minutes.
When she revived there was Miss Modeste standing over her with a glass of brandy and a sly grin on her face. The dildo was lying on the chair, well creamed with their mutual love juice and emitting the strong smell from the comes of the two women. The woman picked it up and put it to Wendy's nose and she sniffed their combined wetness with reminiscent langor, smiling up at her Lesbian seducer.
In the privacy of this private fitting room the youngster had been led along the path which would eventually lead her to whoredom, although she had no inkling of that. Nor could she know that Bruce Kimley had planned the whole thing and considered it a very suitable path for his wife's horny young sister to take.
Eileen was destined never to know that it had been her own husband who was responsible for the corruption of her young sister. And certainly her parents never suspected that he had been responsible for her being introduced to such bad companions.
CHAPTER NINE
For some time Bruce Kimley had been toying with the idea of forming a small band and trying to make a comeback to the show-biz scene. Not that he needed the money. He merely fancied the interest of trying to create something new. An agent who was keen on the proposal was one of the men who had dealt with Bruce during the few years just prior to his retirement. He was a short stubby broad sort of individual, Mark Rymus, by name, of Jewish extraction as his name implied.
The little Jew paid several business calls at the house, penning himself up in Bruce's study for hours on end, sorting out the arrangements and plans for the new band to be formed. Eileen did not particularly care for Mark Rymus, although she was pleased that her husband was finding something to give him a new interest in life.
In search of the experienced musicians he wanted, Bruce did a lot of travelling and finally formed a small group down in the West Country and through Rymus, a modest television contract was obtained. Bruce had been staying down in Plymouth rehearsing the new group and on the day prior to the first television program it was arranged that Eileen should join him down there.
Mark Rymus was also to be at the studio for the first runs and so it seemed a natural arrangement that he should drive Mrs. Eileen Kimley down with him. He had a big flashy car and drove fast but well, taking a delight in passing every other car in sight which was less powerful than his own, and duelling with those of equal power-usually winning.
Eileen was a little surprised, and perhaps disappointed that the stubby Jew did not even attempt to make a pass at her during the trip. He concentrated on his driving to her complete exclusion and after a while she became almost sulky because he did not even bother to talk. After a while, however, they ran into fog and then she forgave him for he really had to give his attention entirely to driving.
They were within a hundred miles of Plymouth when the fog was joined by a sea mist which choked up all visibility and reduced them to just over ten miles an hour. He was forced to draw into the car park of a small inn. It was obvious the journey could not be continued because it was also getting dark and reluctantly Mark Rymus phoned through to Bruce and told him what had happened. He explained that they were marooned and would have to stay where they were.
The inn served their unexpected guests well. They had a very nice meal with wine which they thoroughly enjoyed after their long cold drive and afterwards they sat at the bar until almost midnight enjoying more drinks and a pleasant chat with the landlord and his wife who were very interested to meet people connected with showbiz.
When the time came at last to turn in for the night Mark and Eileen made their way up the rickety stairs to the first landing where their two rooms were reserved side by side. Eileen was feeling a little frustrated at the lack of interest the little Jew had showed her all day. She was in need of a fucking and the setup of staying at this lonely inn for the night had given the fellow ample opportunity of making her yet he seemed not the least bit interested. She was quite piqued.
With a brief goodnight he went into his room. Eileen went to the bathroom and then decided to play it with a bold front. She tapped softly on his door and quickly went in, closing the door behind her. Mark looked up. He was already in his pajamas and looked very surprised to see her indeed. For a moment she did not quite know what to say:
"You seemed in a great hurry to say goodnight, Mr. Rymus," she said provocatively, "wouldn't you like to say goodnight properly ...?"
She was flattered at his sudden change of expression-there was no doubt about his interest now!
"I didn't think ... I didn't dare...." he began to stammer, not embarrassed so much as being at a loss for the right words in such an unexpected situation. Who would have thought that the beautiful young wife of the famous bandleader would be attracted to him?
Wickedly she undid her frock and quickly lowered it so she could step out. She wanted to show this strange man just what sort of body he had ignored. In her bra, slip, panties and stockings and high heeled shoes she looked ravishing. She walked across to the dressing table, slowly and with a wriggle of her ass so that she could show herself off to him. As she stood facing the dressing table she saw his face behind her. His greedy eyes were watching her. The mirror showed his reflection to her and she was pleased to see a look of lust clouding his face.
Slowly she unhooked her bra and then swung round to face him, enjoying the way he was looking down at her naked and moving breasts.
"Wouldn't you like to take my panties off, Mr. Rymus?" she teased him, not stepping away when he moved closer to her.
His hot clammy hands came up to her hips, then his arms slid round her waist so that his short podgy fingers could claw at her ass through the flimsy transparent nylon of her panties. He was breathing heavily as he took fistfuls of her panties and drew them down over her hips. He did not draw them down very far and his hot hands returned to fondle her now naked ass cheek where before her flesh had been separated from his palms by the panties.
He slowly pushed the panties down lower.
"I wasn't sure you played about, Mrs. Kimley...." he muttered, "I didn't want to foul everything up between your husband and me through making any false move towards you. I think this new band is going to make a lot of money-and you mustn't forget I'm his agent ... I need the money he is going to earn for me . .
"You needn't worry about my husband ever finding out about tonight...." Eileen assured him as his hot hands caressed her naked thighs above her stocking tops.
He was breathing very hard. There was no doubt he was enjoying feeling the lovely fulsome thighs of this young woman. His hands crept from stocking top to panty edge and back again several times, until she was craving for him to be even more bold and intimate with her flesh. As if reading her thoughts he bent his face to her naked breasts and took a nipple into his thick lips. She trembled with the thrill of having her nipple aroused in this fashion. The wetness and the warmth from his mouth made the nipple expand and throb, and sent little shivers up her spine.
When Mark Rymus let the rubbery hard nipple slide from his mouth he moved his face lower. Now he kissed her belly, his hot mouth moving to within a few inches above the waistband of her panties. Eileen put one hand on the top of his head. At first she intended to push downwards and persuade him to kiss her in the most sexual region of all, then she changed her mind and tugged on his hair to make him straighten up.
"You seem overdressed in those pajamas, Mr. Rymus," she teased him, "let me take them off for you."
She was undoing the buttons of the jacket before he could answer. Not that he would have protested. Her beautifully white and manicured fingers drew on the cord of the pajama trousers. It did not release-a knot formed in it and caused her to change her line of approach. She used both hands to pull open the flyfront and his rigid, short but very fat circumcised penis reared up into view.
The sight of that rosy throbbing smooth head of his thick prick made her lose temporary control. She needed to be fucked so badly. She bent her face down and took it in her open lips. Slowly her wet tongue lapped over the ever increasingly throbbing penis. He lovingly caressed her pretty hair as she bobbed in front of his loins.
Now she was pushing him, her mouth still over his penis, back to the bed and as he fell upon it on his back she had to let the well stimulated prick slither from her mouth.
In a flash the hot thick cock was being gouged by her cunt ... for Eileen had swiftly straddled across him, her body thrusting down onto his prick to make their sexual parts one unit. She closed her eyes and began to fuck that fat prick.
"Ah ... at last ... that's what I wanted," she panted.
Mark Rymus moved in tempo with her, his hands reaching up to toy and fondle her swaying hanging breasts. What a crime if they had missed this opportunity of lustful pleasure he thought. But it had only been her boldness in coming to his room that had made it possible. He would not have made the first move towards her, not with the prospect of that fat commission from Bruce Kimley's new band. He must tell her after this that he had lusted after her since the first time they had been introduced, but had not dared to make advances.
She got her hands to his chest and used her arms to help lever her body up and down on his fat cock.
"Oooohaa ... what a wonderfully thick one...." she moaned, "wonderful ... keep it up my cunt dear ... aaarrrggghhh ... keep it well up me for a little bit longer darling," she urged him as she felt his cock throbbing and getting ready to spurt.
Mark Rymus used all his will power to keep his orgasm back. He had often wondered what the lovely Mrs. Kimley would be like in bed ... now he was finding out ... she was paradise itself ... she was so warm and moist ... so tight and clammy ... she had a cunt that made his cock fit her like a finger in a too tight glove.
"Aaaarrrgghh ... you're a gorgeous fuck," he panted, "and you've got nice big titties ... I love 'em like that ... why didn't you give me the eye before ... we could have been doing this often ... aaaarghh ... I wish I knew you liked fucking this much ... do you like my big fat one, eh? Not bad, is it?"
"It's pretty good," she gasped, "I've never had a Jew prick before ... it's not like anything I've ever had ... aaaarrggh ... it's thicker than...." she had enough sense left to check what she was going to say, which was that it was thicker than Clive's father's penis. She did not want this agent to know that she had been fucking with their housekeeper's husband. The less he knew about her affairs the better ... then she could enjoy it with anybody she fancied ... so long as Bruce never found out.
He knew he was going to come any minute and told her so letting out the long intake of breath he had been holding ... he couldn't wait any longer. Suddenly she was quaking and trembling, rooting wildly up and down on his stomach. It was obvious she was having her much needed climax ... his cock throbbed violent-and spat.
She moaned and collapsed down on top of him. She seemed quite oblivious to any lack of precaution as his hot unchecked sperm inundated her belly. As he lay panting under her he knew that her own bed in the adjoining room would not be required that night. He must remember to tell her to rumple it in the morning ... just in case. With a hot sexy bit like this in his bed he would probably break his own record of coming five times in a night. Certainly one thing was for sure, he was going to use this lovely wet clinging cunt as many times as he could before the hotel maid brought them their early cup of morning tea-by which time they would both be decorously in their own rooms as though nothing had happened.
If only the new band that Kimley had formed was half as good as Mrs. Eileen Kimley was in bed then the little Jew's commission was going to be a sum worth having!
Who said you couldn't have your cake and eat it, too!
