When Dion Linde, the young Australian author, set out to describe some of the sexual high-jinks and perverted practices indulged in by today's "emancipated women", he was criticized as going to far in intimate sex detail. His book was called the "ultimate in displays of sexual perversions. However, the general public took to the book and it was on its way towards becoming a best-seller when it was officially banned in London. Fortunately, it became a collector's item of modern erotica and was preserved in libraries on the continent.
As far out as some of the unbelievable situations in "Getting In Deep" may seem they are more than equaled by the everyday revelations in psychiatrist's offices. The following from the actual case history files of the prominent analyst, Dr. O. Berndorff is pertinent:
"Many women who try to hide their lesbian tendencies find an outlet for the lesbian desires during companionable drinking.
"An attorney informed me that whenever he had occasion to be away for the week-end, his wife would ask a close woman friend to spend the night with her. Each time they met, they would consume many drinks as a preliminary to their sexual indulgences, which involved the use of a dildo and the kissing of each other s genitals. The women quarreled one day and the jealous partner spitefully revealed to the attorney that his wife was a confirmed lesbian Who had practically raped her sexually under the influence of alcohol.
"In another instance, a young woman in her early thirties consulted me because she claimed that she was helplessly promiscuous and wanted bo know how she could control her sex drive. She stated that she had led a life of dissipation for the last eight years and that on numerous occasions, under the influence of alcohol, she engaged in sexual intimacies with members of her own sex.
"She married at the age of twenty-four and discovered that she was frigid in sex relations with her own husband. Her husband soon divorced her when he found her being unfaithful to him. Following her divorce, she began to drink even more and has had sex relations with both men and women to an ever-increasing extent. This case is interesting in showing the relationship between frigidity, promiscuity, prostitution and lesbianism."
Continental Classics presents this novel as a picture of the character disintegrating effects of all forms of psychosexual perversions. This novel is in its complete and unexpurgated form. It is recommended only for the graduate student and mature adult reader.
A.L. Saunders M.A. New York City February, 1969
PART ONE
CHAPTER One
I am a carpenter by trade, and a fairly skilled one, too. I had been busy all winter, and when it came for me to take my two week's vacation, I decided on a walking holiday in Wales, away from the noise and smell of London and the bustle of the carpenter's shop. I took what little I needed in a haversack which I carried on my back. I wore only khaki shorts, a shirt, long stockings, stout shoes. My shirt was open at the neck, and I carried a light mackintosh rolled attached to my haversack, also a waterproof cape. I had chosen well, and the weather was kind. In fact, at times it was really hot. I started off by train, and alighted at Chepstow. Then I started to walk up the lovely Wye Valley.
I enjoyed it immensely, and felt really fit after the first three warm days. I lodged anywhere I could, usually getting recommendations from local pubs, or from the police. On the fourth day, I was passing through a very small village, and paused in the shade to wipe the sweat from my brow, and have a rest, and was looking about for a tea-shop. I could not see one. There were two women talking together, and I noticed them eyeing me. I strolled over and asked if they could tell me where I could get a cup of tea.
"Well," said the older, a fairly large-titted woman, with her long hair done up on top of her head, and a very smiling face. "There isn't such a thing as a tea-shop anywhere here and there wouldn't be enough business for one. But if a cup of tea, some bread and butter and jam would do, you are very welcome at my house here."
"That is indeed kind of you," I replied. "It would be very nice, I assure you. I'm quite prepared to pay for it."
"I don't want your money," she said.
"Then perhaps I could pay for it in some other way. Actually I could do with a bed for the night. It is too hot to go any further just now. I could of course go on in the cool of the evening, but then it might be difficult to get in anywhere."
"Oh, I can give you a bed for the night, alright. Mabel here is staying with me so the neighbors won't talk. You see, I'm a widow."
"I wouldn't want to embarrass you. Are you sure it will be alright?"
"Oh, quite sure. In fact, you'll be more than welcome. Won't he, Mabel?"
"Yes," replied Mabel, a short fair-haired woman of uncertain age, but with a very sexy figure. "It'll be a change to have a little male company."
So it was settled. They led me into the house (or rather, cottage) a ramshackle place with low ceilings. It was nice and cool inside and they took me into the kitchen, where a kettle was already on the fire. Mabel took my knapsack and they went upstairs with it. My hostess, whose name was Mrs. Mary Tack, started to get the tea ready. Whilst she was doing it, she questioned me as to what sort of person I was, what work I did, my age, whether I was married, and so on. I answered quite truthfully that I was a carpenter, working as a partner in a small carpenter's shop, that I was single, and that I was on a walking holiday.
"You certainly look strong and healthy," she said. "And as you are in ordinary working man, I won't charge you for your room or breakfast."
"Oh, no," I said. "I can't allow that. I insist on paying."
"Well, then, you can pay me in kind. I won't touch your money. I have a good pension from my late husband's firm, and an annuity my husband left me, so I am well provided for. I have a grown-up son, who is married, and makes me an allowance. Mabel, here, is an orphan, and lives with me. She goes out to work, and she too gives me an allowance. So the only thing we miss is a little male companionship. You look to me as if you could certainly provide us with that."
"Well, that is very kind of you, and I'll be glad to do anything I can for you, and if there are any little odd jobs that need doing, just ask me."
Mabel reappeared, and we all sat down to tea. The talk was general, but all the time I felt they were sizing me up. After a bit she said to me, "Now look, young man, I'm going to be perfectly frank with you. Officially I'm giving you a small room for the night, but actually I'm going to ask you to pay me for your lodgings by sharing the big bed in my room with Mabel and me. We are both starved for male cock, and we mean to get what you can give us. In fact, get what we can out of you! Are you shocked?"
"Not in the least. I shall be glad to let my prick serve you in any way I can."
"Good. Then I may as well tell you that Mabel here has never had a man, though she is not a virgin. That my puzzle you, but, you see, I've always been a hot woman, and I acquired an imitation male prick, and I have made Mabel use it on me, and of course she then wanted to try it herself. So I used it on her and demolished her cherry. After a few times, she enjoyed it, and now she wants to try the real thing, and so do I. My husband had a rather small cock, as I found out by trying one or two others, When I got the chance, and the imitation one that I have now is about the same size as my husband's was. The finest real prick I ever tried was about seven inches long, but not very thick. One I tried was not as long as this, only about five inches, but much thicker. It was very nice, but he used to shoot his load too quickly before I was ready, and then couldn't come again. My husband was always good for a couple of fucks, and that just used to be alright, but not quite long enough for me to have two comes. So I'm hoping that you will be able to satisfy me, and if possible, Mabel as well. Do you think that you will be up to it?"
"With two such lovely women as you and Mabel, I should say I certainly could. I can usually manage to fuck six or seven times a night, and even a few times during the day as well. As for my prick, well you will judge for yourself later."
This conversation had put me in a state of horniness I hadn't felt for some time, and my prick was as hard as iron and bursting to be free. It felt so awkward in my short shorts, that I was afraid that if I stood up, they would see it protruding from them.
"Well, Johnny, I've never heard of a man being able to fuck as often as six or seven times a night. I don't believe it."
"I assure you it is true. And what's more I shall be delighted to prove it to you. With two such lovely cunt-partners, I shouldn't be surprised if I even broke that record."
"If you do, we shall certainly be repaid for everything. But I just can't wait to see this wonderful dick. Come along and let us sit on the sofa one on each side of you, so that we can examine it. Are you game?"
"Of course I'm game. I'm longing to feel your tits as well."
They both rose, and as they came around the table I rose also, and they both glanced at my crotch. The bulge there was terrific and they couldn't fail to notice it. They went straight to the sofa, and I sat between them, an arm round each of them, and in my right hand I grasped Mary's right breast, and in the left I took hold of Mabel's left breast. Mary was full bosomed, and it was a delightful firm handful; Mabel was smaller but also very firm.
Mary grasped my prick outside my trousers, and exclaimed, "My word, it does feel large, and how hard. Mabel, my girl, you are going to get the shock of your young life when you see this. It's even bigger than I could have imagined. You have never seen a real one before, and you're in for a real eye-opener. Come, let's get a look at it."
She let go of it and ripped open my pants. Then she pulled apart one flap, while Mabel pulled aside the other, and then Mary raised my shirt tail. Out sprang my prick, fully erect.
"Good heavens," cried Mary. "What a size. Oh, it's wonderful. But if I doubt if you will get all that cock into me. And as for Mabel, it's fantasitc. It'll split her."
"I can't image that huge dong going into me," cried Mabel. "I can hardly see how it will go into you and certainly not me. It's enormous."
"It will go alright," I said. "I'll be gentle with you, and with a little coaxing, you will find it will penetrate all the way into both of you."
During this conversation, they had both been feeling it from top to bottom and Mary had got my enormous balls out as well.
"Come," said Mary. "I'm longing to see him get his prick into you. The sight of it has put me on edge. Let's go upstairs and have a trial run. What do you say, Mabel."
"Rather," she said. "I'm longing to see him get it into you, too. And I'm longing to take it."
"And I'm longing to shove it in you," I cried. "So that makes three of us!"
"We went upstairs, and then Mary showed me the little room she had put at my disposal, adding, "Now go in there and get those shorts off, and your shirt, and come along to the second door here, when you are ready."
I did as ordered, and was soon entering her bedroom. It was a good-sized room for a cottage, with an enormous double bed.
There I found Mary, already almost naked, her lovely big breasts showing through her, slip, and a fine sturdy ass. Then in came Mabel in a slip, her lovely firm tits fairly bulging out and her neat figure beautifully exposed. And there was I with only an undershirt on and my prick standing out hard and stiff to the full extent of its nine inches.
In a moment I had them in my arms, and they were both trying to feel my prick and balls at once. Then Mary jumped on the bed, and held her arms out to me. I rushed to her, and Mabel came behind me. Mary's arms were round my neck as we embraced. My left arm was round her shoulders, and my right hand got busy feeling her breasts, her ass, her thighs, and at last reached her cunt into which I at once got a finger. She was very wet already. Mabel got her arms round me and felt my prick and balls as she pressed herself against my ass.
Mary drew me to her, and I slipped between her thighs as she opened them, and she raised her legs well up, so that Mabel had a good view of her fully exposed cunt, with my rampant prick pointing at it. Then Mary threw her legs over my back and said, "Come along, let me put it in. I can't wait, and I don't suppose you can either."
Mabel watched intently, getting well down on the bed until her head was alongside Mary's ass. She saw Mary take the head of my prick and guide it between the outer lips of her cunt, and saw me shove forward, and the knob slipped in. I gave two or three short shoves to get the knob well-moistened by the fluid that was welling up in Mary's juicy cunt, and then a harder shove sent in the entire head. It was tightly gripped. Then I began a slow movement in and out, each thrust gaining me a bit of more cunt. Then Mary said she was coming already. So I pressed in and stayed put with only my dick-head and a couple of inches of the shaft inside her, until she had finished her come.
"Oh, that was wonderful," said Mary. "Have you come yet?"
"No. Not yet. You'll know when I do alright. You'll feel shooting up you, I promise you. And I'll warn you when I'm going to start spurting!"
Now I began to fuck again, and thanks to her come, her cunt-passage was nice and wet. I thrust slowly and I gained ground rapidly, until I had six inches in her.
"He's nearly all in," said Mabel. "I would not have believed it possible. It is lovely to watch that cock going in and out!"
"It's even nicer to have it working inside," cried Mary. "It is far better than the imitation one, and even better than any real one I've ever had. But go on faster, Johnny, I'm going to come again."
I redoubled my hump efforts, and my strokes got faster and faster, until at last she called, "Go on, don't stop, I'm just coming."
"So am I," I said. And I drove right up her until I was completely buried to the roots, and shot jet after jet of my boiling sperm deep into her delicious cunt.
"Oh, what a wonderful sight," said Mabel. "He's right up you, and his cock is all covered with the lovely pearly fluid, and I can see it oozing out of your cunt-hole. Oh, it looks lovely. Was it good, darling?"
"Oh, yes, dear, it was grand. Just wait till you try it. Come along, get yourself in position alongside me, so that he can frig you now. He's still as hard as ever, and as his cock is nice and slippery, it should go into your cunt easier."
"I'm longing to try it, but I'm a bit frightened all the same. You won't hurt me, Johnny, will you?"
"I'll try not to," I replied. "At any rate, it won't hurt as much as it did when you lost your maidenhead."
"Alright, I'll get ready" . . . And she lay down alongside Mary, her legs well up and wide apart. I drew slowly out of Mary's swimming cunt and got at once between Mabel's well spread thighs. She gazed at my still rampant cock, all covered with our mingled spendings. Mary got up and moved down so that her head was beside Mary's ass, in the reverse position, and Mabel had a good look at Mary's cunt, and opened the lips to get a good look inside at the sperm that filled it.
Mary guided the knob of my prick between the outer lips of Mabel's cunt, and I thrust gently forward, getting it into the entrance of the tight vagina. I gave another thrust and my dick-head slipped in.
Mabel said, "Ah, that's in, but it does stretch. So do be careful."
I gave another thrust, and sent in two more inches of my thick cock-shaft. I was well and truly gripped. So I began a come and go movement, contenting myself with the little progress that I'd made, and determined to make her come like this. I worked away, and after five minutes only, she called out, "Oh go on, don't stop, it's wonderful. I'm going to come." She wriggled her ass like mad, and I had a job to keep inside. I worked quicker, and then, with a loud cry of pleasure, she came like mad, seeing which I pressed hard in, and half my cock slipped into her as I spent. I stayed quiet for a few moments to let her get used to the feeling, and then began again with my movements. I fucked her steadily, and gradually I got my prick further and further in.
"Ah, it's going in nicely now" said Mary.
"He's nearly all the way into you, darling. One more good thrust will do it. Go on, Jack give it to her right up her cunt!"
I continued to thrust, and then I was right up her twat to the hilt. I rammed it right up her, and stayed there, and let her enjoy the sensation of being entirely impaled on a man's prick. Mary now got her hand between my thighs from behind and fondled my balls. I began to fuck Mabel in earnest. I thrust firmly and my strokes got faster and faster, until she called out that she was going to come again, when I hurried on the crisis, and shoving right in up to the handle, I began to pump my scum right up into her vagina.
"Oh, I've come again, and I can feel him pumping his sperm right into me. Oh, it's wonderful. Far better than the imitation thing. But I do hope he hasn't knocked me up!"
"It's a wonderful sight," cried Mary. "I can feel him shooting into you, and it's right up. Don't worry, darling, I'll see that you take precautions afterwards. Just let yourself go, and enjoy his creamy sperm!"
I lay still, my prick fully engulfed in the lovely tight passage, and felt her cunt as it sucked at my prick. Then I slowly drew it out, and as I rose, they both gazed at it. It was simply covered with semen, and the precious fluid was streaming from her cunt. Then Mary took Mabel off to the bathroom for a cunt-wash.
Presently Mabel returned and told me to go to the bathroom, and have a wash. I went along, and Mary asked if she could wash my prick for me. I told her I should love her to. So as I went to the basin, she took it, half limp as it was, and began to soap it and wash it very thoroughly.
As she did so, it began to rise again, and before long she had a solid piece of hard cock in her hands.
"Oh, Johnny, it is a beauty, and no mistake. Look it's coming up again. I'd never have believed it possible. I did enjoy it, and Mabel did too. But seeing you do it to her has put me on edge again, and as you are still in good form, I simply must have another taste of your cock. And I shouldn't be surprised if Mabel will want some more too? Can you manage another fuck for each of us, and yet be able to give us some more frigging tonight?"
"Sure. And anyhow, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush any day!"
"Oh you darling man. I do wish you could stay with us for longer than just a night. I'd love to have you forever. And what's more, I know a few women round here who could do with a bit whilst their husbands are at work."
"Well, I'm not tied. I'm easily able to spend a day or two with you, though it means stopping my walking tour. But I don't mind that for the treat of screwing two lovely women like you, and if you say you can produce some others as well, that would be even better. Oh yes, I'll stay over for a few days, if you like."
"Oh that will be wonderful. I know at least three married women who are always asking me if my old man didn't used to fuck more than once a night. They all say that their husbands come too quick for them and usually leave them in the air. By the time they are ready to come, their men are finished and their cocks have gone soft."
"Yes, I'm afraid that is a male failing. Too few men study their partners, and just go into it for their own pleasure. I find that by seeing that the woman gets her pleasure, it is much more enjoyable."
"How right you are. But come, we must have some more cock!"
So we went back into the bedroom, where we found Mabel having a look at her cunt with a hand mirror to see if there were any damage.
"Just look at Johnny, Mabel. Isn't he wonderful? As stiff as ever, and he's going to give us another hump right now. Then we'll lay off and leave the rest for tonight. And he has promised to stay on for a few days. I'm going to fetch in two or three of my married acquaintances who are always wanting a bit of extra dick while their men are at work. It'll be fun to watch Johnny give them a good poke."
"Oh, how wonderful. Can I see it, too?"
"Of course I'll let John take them into the little room, and as you know, there is a communicating door to your room, with glass panels. And I'll see that the curtains are on your side, so that we can peer through. Johnny will know we are watching, and can no doubt arrange their cunt-positions so that we get a good view."
"Oh that's just the ticket. What fun."
"Come along, Johnny. I want another fuck now, and I'm going to have this one on the side of the bed, so that Mabel gets an even better view than she did before, and you, Mabel, can get your hand between his thighs and feel his balls whilst he is frigging away. That will help him."
Mary threw herself on the edge of the bed, and tossed her legs well up and wide apart, then exposing her cunt to the fullest extent. Mabel held her cuntlips apart and guided the knob of my prick to the entrance, and watched as I slowly drove it home. Then as I began a regular come and go movement, she got her right hand through between my thighs and gently grasped my bag of balls, and over half an hour, during which she must have come at least three or four times, and then I gave a few quick shoves, and sending my prick right in up to the hilt, I let fly-and shot another hot injection deep into her twat.
Mabel was thrilled to the core, and watched eagerly as I slowly withdrew my spunk-covered prick, which was still very stiff. Then Mary told Mabel to take her place, which she did at once and I was able to get a full view of the lovely little cunt, that I had been the first man to invade. Mary held open the outer lips and watched me thrust in. I drove firmly and after a few minutes I was working in and out to the fullest extent, and Mabel came immediately. I continued to fuck, and she came several times. Still I continued to frig in her, very slowly sending my prick right up at each thrust, and letting Mary have a good view as the long shaft slid in and out. She was thrilled to the core, and handled my balls, and began to shove a finger up my ass in her excitement. After a good half hour of this, Mabel begged me to shoot into her, as she could not stand any more, so I started to fuck her more rapidly and got really savage, and let her have it good and strong, until finally I thrust right up, and shot another copious injection of my hot spunk right into her cunt.
After this bout, we all washed and dressed again, ready for the evening. We had an excellent meal, and I had been round to the local liquor store and got a bottle of wine. I thought that as they were not charging me for my board, it was the least I could do. My holiday was proving to be unorthodox but very enjoyable!
CHAPTER Two
After washing up the plates and dishes, we went out for a stroll in the cool of the evening. Quite a few of the villagers were around, and I noticed a few glances of envy from some of the women. Presently an elderly woman beckoned to Mary, who went over to speak to her.
When she rejoined us, she said "I thought it wouldn't be long before she asked for a bit. That's Mrs. Ivor Jones, and her old man is a-way on a night truck-delivery round, and won't be back until the early hours of the morning. She wants to come in and meet you, Johnny, and I know what that means. So I've told her we will make a detour, and get back to the house in ten minutes, and that she should come round the back way so that no one will see her. So come along."
We strolled on as if nothing had happened, and when out of sight, she showed us a short cut back to the cottage. Mabel went up to her room, and got the curtains of the dividing door nicely arranged so that she and Mary could both watch the fun. In a few minutes, Mrs. Jones arrived. I was in the sitting room behind the door which was open wide. Mary was speaking to Mrs. Jones in the hall.
"Ah, Mary dear, I couldn't resist asking you for the loan of your boarder for a little while. When you were having some fun with him after tea, I could see you through my window with my old man's field glasses. I let Mrs. Davies see too, and if I get on alright, she wants her share of cock too. Is that O.K. with you?"
"Sure, my dear. You're welcome. But I must remember that one can be seen from your window. I'll put the blinds up there for you, and put the light on. Come along up, and then I'll bring Johnny to you. I've spoken to him about it, and he's quite willing to frig you."
"Good. I hope he's got a nice big cock, my dear, and that you haven't taken too much cock-juice out of it."
"Oh I think you'll be well satisfied. I was, I can assure you."
She took the old woman upstairs. I saw her go, and she was fairly large woman with almost white hair, a large bosom, and a fine ass. She wasn't good-looking but so long as she was hot stuff, I didn't mind. After a little while Mary called me, and I went upstairs. I was still in my shirt and shorts, as it was all I had. The idea of fucking this old woman, with my two sweethearts watching, was very exciting, and my prick was already at half erection. I went up and Mary showed me into the room, where the old woman gave me a good look up and down, and then her eyes rested on the cock-bulge in my shorts. Mary introduced me by saying:
"There you are, Mrs. Jones here's our Johnny. Make good use of him. And Johnny, Mrs.
Jones wants you to fuck her good and plenty. Are you game?"
"Sure I'm game. I'll be glad to screw any friend of yours."
"Right. Then I'll leave you to it." And she went out.
I knew she would go straight to Mabel's little room next door and be watching through the curtains. I had a quiet look round, and saw that where the curtains were nicely arranged so that it was hardly noticeable. Then Mrs. Jones approached me, holding out her arms.
"Come, young man. Do you think you can fuck an old woman like me?"
"Of course. Why not?"
"Well, it's one thing with a young woman but I'm over sixty and I still like a good hump now and again. The trouble is to find a man."
I took her in my arms and began to kiss her and feel her breasts, which were large and a bit flabby. Then I felt her ass. She grabbed at my cock and began to feel its size. Then she opened my shorts and let them fall, and got her hands under my shirt, and felt my naked cock, and my balls as well. By this time I was as hard as ever, and after feeling me for a bit she said, "My word, you have a fine one and no mistake. I don't think I've ever felt such a large dick before. I must see it, so take off your things and I'll get some of mine off too."
I was naked in a couple of seconds and watched her whilst she took off her dress. Then she removed her chemise and her drawers. She wore no corsets, and stood there nude. She was rather fat and an odd shape, but her thighs were large and so was her ass. Then we had another mutual feel, and she bent over to feel my prick and examine it. I felt her thighs, asscheeks and cunt. She had a big cunt and two of my fingers went in at once. It was very moist and hot. She sucked the head of my prick for a bit, and as she bent over her back was facing the door, so I parted her asscheeks, and showed the girls her enormous cunt. Then I drew back, and pulled a low chair forward, and told her to bend over the back of it and rest her hands on the seat, and I would give her a first taste of my prick in her cunt. She bent over and I raised her to expose her ass. Then I parted the cheeks and brought the head of my prick between her cuntlips and thrust forward. My prick went right home at one thrust.
"Ah, Johnny, that is good. It's right up me. But don't come too quick. I want a good long fuck, especially with such a fine prick as you've got."
So I began a very slow come and go movement, letting the girls see as much as possible as my shaft alternatively sank into the cunt, and as slowly came out again and into full view. I fucked on for a long time during which she came at least four or five times. Then I quickened my movements, and ramming right home, I deluged her hot cunt with a terrific injection of my hot sperm.
"Oh, Johnny, that good. I can feel it shooting right up me. I've never had such a wonderful fuck. It was just heavenly. But I feel that your prick is still stiff, and doesn't seem to have gone down at all. Can you screw me a bit more?"
"Of course I can, and what's more I'm going to. But this time we'll change the position. Come and lie on the edge of the bed here."
I got her on the edge of the bed, broadside on to the spy hole, and made her lie on her left side facing the door. I raised her leg, thus giving the girls the fullest sight of her sperm-laden cunt. Then I approached and brought the head of my prick between the lips and shoved in. Thus they could see the wide open cuntlips, with my prick stuck right up, and my balls dangling below. I fucked her slowly like this until she came several times, and then rolling her on to her back again, I lifted her legs right up, until her knees were almost touching her tits, and seizing her ass in both hands, I proceeded to give her a really savage fucking. I rammed like a stallion, and then jamming it all right up her, I let go another tremendous stream of my boiling scum deep into her cunt.
She was absolutely fucked out, and as I withdrew, the spunk ran from her cunt in streams. She got up slowly and stood there with legs a-part, and sperm running from her cunt down her thighs.
"My God, what a fuck! Thank heavens I've passed the change and can't get in the family way. Otherwise you'd have made me twins for certain. I must go and thank Mary for the loan of you. I hope you'll give me another good fucking before you leave."
"I'll gladly do so, if I get the chance."
"I'll see to it that you do, my lad."
I went out for a wash, and Mary went in to Mrs. Jones. "Well, Mrs. Jones," she asked. "Are you satisfied?"
"I'll say I was. He's marvelous. I must send Mrs. Davies over as I promised. That O.K. with you?"
"Sure, send her along, Johnny can frig a lot, and will be quite ready to fuck her as well as he did you."
"Right, she'll be here in a few minutes." The old girl didn't wait to wash, but dressed quickly and went off. In a few minutes Mrs. Davies arrived. She was a woman of only medium height, with gray hair, a small thin figure, and looked a bit older than her friend.
Mary met her and she at once said:
"Oh, Mary, Mrs. Jones has just told me your man is wonderful and that he shot lots of his sperm into her, and showed me her cunt which certainly was well filled, and her thighs are full of it. I must have a fuck with him. Take me up to him quick."
"Alright, my dear. Come along." And she led the way up, and ushered her into the room just as I came from the bathroom naked, and with my prick as stiff as ever. I entered the room and as she saw my tremendous prick standing out from my belly, she exclaimed, "Oooh! What a beauty! And just look at it. He's fucked Molly twice, and here he is still ready for more. Come along young man, that's just the kind of prick I need.
"Right," said Mary. "I'll leave you to it." And she went off to join Mabel.
Mrs. Davies was already stripping off her dress, and then she came over and seized hold of my balls, and molded them, and felt my prick. She was quite rough about it, she was so excited, and this added to the thrill of it for me. I got hold of her tits, which were small but fairly firm.
"Now young man," she said. "I'm two years older than Mrs. Jones, but I like a good fuck as much as anybody. So don't mince matters with me. Just fuck me good and plenty, and fill me right up with that gorgeous cock of yours and let the scum go right up me."
"Alright, my dear lady, you shall have it. Come and bend over this chair, so that I can have your lovely ass well stuck out, and I'll promise you I'll send my prick right up you to the handle."
I got her well bent over the back of the little chair in the same way that I had done with Mrs. Jones and there was her massive ass, well-exposed. I opened her asscheeks, and exposed her cunt. The lips were tightly shut, and her bush was very scanty. I opened the outer lips, and had a good look at the pink interior, and saw to it that the girls had a good look too.
Then I directed the head of my rampant prick to the target, and got the knob well into the cunt-entrance and gave a good shove. It was evident that she liked a really rough fucking, so I didn't restrain myself. I just shoved into her and sent my prick halfway in at the first thrust. She winced a bit and said, "Wow! But you are big. You are stretching my cunt a bit."
"Maybe I am, but you wanted a good fucking and you are great well going to get it. I'm going to get my cock right up you, and I'm going to shoot a bucket full of sperm into you. Then it will be easier for the second hump!"
"Gosh! Are you going to fuck me twice as well?"
"Yes, I am. Maybe I'll give you three friggings. It just depends."
"Oh, but I couldn't stand that"
"You'll stand it and like it. You asked for it, and you are going to get it. I'll fuck you till I'm finished."
Then seizing her asscheeks, I started to ram. I got more than half my prick into her when she said she was coming, and I felt the warm flow of her hot cunt-juice as if flowed over my prick and I also let fly a colossal stream of sperm which went shooting into her twat.
"Ah! That's better," I said. "There's the first lot. That will lubricate your passage a bit, and now I'll really be able to get into you."
"But you are into me."
"Only half of my cock as yet," I replied.
"I feel well-filled anyway. Do be careful or you'll split me."
"I don't care if I do. I'm going to get up you completely or bust."
So as she was now very full of sperm, I began to frig again. Slowly but surely I made progress, and after a few strokes I was going well in, and reached the limit, with my belly tight up against her magnificent ass. I remained glued to her lovely ass, and moved my prick about from side to side to well stretch her, and then I was fucking her very hard. Presently she had an orgasm again, her cunt really hard. She spent twice more and said, "Oh, I can't fuck any more."
"I haven't finished yet," I said. "And you are going to get another dose of hot scum in a few minutes. I am enjoying this fuck, and my prick is going right in and out of you and I'm going to fill you up again. If you don't like it where it is, I'll damn well put it up your asshole and bugger you."
I could see she was a rough type, and I determined to be equally rough, and see her reactions. I hadn't long to wait.
"My old man used to do that, and after a good fuck I used to like his prick up my asshole. But I think yours is too big."
"Well see," I said. "I'll shoot again in here first, so as to get it really wet, and then we'll try your asshole."
So I worked really savagely, and then ramming up her to the hilt, I shot in a tremendous discharge. I worked on slowly getting my prick really well-smeared with cunt-juice and sperm then I drew it out, and exposing the smaller hole, I pointed my prick to it, halfway up her ass, when she said, "Oh you do stretch but it feels good. Slowly I shoved forward, and in a few minutes I was right up her asshole. It was fearfully tight, and it was not long in drawing another discharge from me, Which spurted up her asshole in hot jets. Then I withdrew and went off for a wash. I left the door of the bathroom open and heard Mary go into her and ask if she had been well-fucked.
"I'll say I have, Why he's marvelous. I've never had a fucking like that in my life before. I thought my old man was a good hand at poking and then finishing up my asshole, but this young man beat him. I've never had such a monster of a cock, and yet he got it right up my asshole and sent his third shot in there."
"Heavens," said Mary. "Do you mean to say he frigged you three times and that the third one was not in your cunt but up your asshole?"
"Yes, my dear. I love that. And I must thank you for letting me have it."
"You're welcome. But I hope you haven't drained his cock dry! Mabel and I want some as well."
The old lady took herself off, with repeated thanks to Mary. Then Mary returned and asked me if I would be too tired to give them some more during the night.
"Oh, no, I'll be O.K." I said. "There'll be plenty more cock for you, don't worry."
We had supper and sat by the fire for a bit, and then we retired for the night. Sleeping between those two lovely women soon put me right, and I gave them each a couple of fucks before we fell asleep, and before we got up I gave them another dose of my ever-ready dick.
We had breakfast, and spent a lazy morning. Before lunch, I took them both to the pub, and we had several short drinks, and after a good lunch, we all felt better. It was very hot, so we all retired to Mary's bedroom, where I gave them each a good fuck, and then we slept for an hour and an half until tea time.
We took a stroll after tea when it was cooler, and then went for another few drinks. Mary left me with Mabel, and told me to come back in about fifteen minutes, and with luck she would get another woman in for a fuck.
Presently Mabel and I strolled back, and went in the back way. We heard voices, so I stayed to listen and Mabel went into the living room to join Mary.
"Well, as I said, Mrs. Bent, he's yours if you want him. I know you like a good fuck on the side when you can get it, and now's your chance."
"Oh, I'd love it. What's his prick like?"
"It's a good big one, isn't it, Mabel?"
"My word it is," said the latter. "It must be nine inches at least, and lovely and thick. Fairly fills one's pussy right up."
"Sounds most tempting, I must say. Does he shoot a lot?"
"I'll say he does. More than any I've ever had before," said Mary.
"Not too quick, I hope."
"Oh, he'll make you come alright. He'll probably make you come twice before he comes once, and he's sure to give you at least two injections."
"Good heavens. Sounds like a real good one. But before I have him, will you tell him something for me?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Well, I want him to take me and really rape me. I like a man to seize me and show me his big stiff prick, and I like to pretend I don't want it. Then I want him to throw me down and fuck me hard, and keep me there and do it again, and then I want him to bend me over and tell me how well he's shot his load into me, and shove his prick in again from behind, and then tell me he's going to bugger me, and really bugger me good and strong, and then fill me up in my asshole as well. In fact, I'd like you two girls to take me in to him, and hold me down while he fucks me and buggers me. Treat me like a captured woman."
"Oh, that does sound exciting. We'll do that. That will get us both really horny and then we'll make him fuck us both as well after, and you can see him doing it."
"That's the idea. Oh! I just can't wait."
"That's right. Then come on up. Go and bring Johnny up, Mabel, there's a good girl."
Mary took Mrs. Bent up to her bedroom, and began to strip her, and she was talking to her all the time, playing her part.
"Now, my good woman, we've got you here, and my man has a fine large cock, and Mabel has gone to fetch him. We'll show you his big prick, and we'll show him your cunt, and then we'll make him shove it right up you to the hilt, and he's going to fill you right up with spunk. Then he is going to give you a second go, and after that he is going to open your shit-hole as well."
"Oh please no. I'm a faithful wife and I've never had another man."
"Then it's about time you did. Your old man fucked me once, and I'll tell you now, his cock isn't anywhere as near as big as my man's. I'm longing to see him stretch you."
"But I don't want it. I won't let him."
"We'll help him rape you then. But have it you shall. I am determined to let him rape you properly. If he puts you in the family way so much the better, and then he'll take your second maidenhead."
"Oh, no, I couldn't stand that."
At that point Mabel took me in stark naked, and as I entered, Mrs. Bent stared at my huge prick, which was standing out firm as a rock to the fullest extent of its nine inches.
Mabel took it in her hand, and showing it to her, said, "There, I'll bet you never have seen a finer cock than that."
"Oh, it's too big. I couldn't have a thing like that. I've never had any other cock than my husband's, and his isn't near as big. Oh, no, please don't make me."
"That fine prick is just ready to enter your little cunt," said Mary. "And we are going to see it perform its duty whether you like it or not. Come on, Mabel, let's get her into position."
They both seized her and threw her back with her ass right up to the edge of the bed. Mary sat astride her belly, and held her legs well up. Mabel took my prick and opening the outer lips of her cunt, guided it to the small entrance to the vagina. I gave a good firm shove and my dick-head slipped in, and I gave a second firm shove which sent me about halfway in. Then I began to frig in the rest.
"That's right," said Mary. "Go on and rape her, Johnny. She's never had any other prick than her husband's before, and his is a small one as I know from experience. Show her what a really big cock can do for a woman. Make her spunk all over you, and then fill her up with a good dose of your hot scum. Fuck her as hard as you can."
So seizing her ass in both hands, I started to get right up her, and soon I was full length buried in her tight pussy. I then started to fuck her as hard as I could, sending my prick the full distance with every stroke. Mabel got har hand between my thighs, and gently molded my balls, and moistening a finger she shoved it up my asshole. This was all I needed, and I fucked really furiously.
"There, my good woman," I said. "Now you have got the lot. I'm right up your lovely tight cunt, and I'm going to fill your belly with my hot sperm. Now I'm ready, so take that. There it goes. Can you feel it shooting right up you?"
"My God, what have you done. You'll put me in a family way. Oh, my God. What an enormous cock you've got. It feels as if it was touching my heart. It feels like a red hot bar of iron up my vagina, and I can feel your hot scum spurting right into my womb. I've never been fucked like that. Oh, you devil, you've raped me."
"Yes, and what's more, I'm going to give you another dose."
I frigged on furiously, poking my rammer about in her, and moving it around so as to really stretch her. It was terribly hot in there, and I was just enjoying the lovely sensation. She came several times, and then I again drove right in up to the hilt, and shot into her womb another prolific injection of my hot juices.
"There, I said. Now let us have a look and see if we've given her a good cunt full."
Slowly I withdrew my sperm-smeared prick, and we all examined her cunt. The pearly scum was running from it in streams. Then we made her sit up and let her see my prick was still as stiff and erect as ever, and covered with our mingled come-juices.
Get her on her knees, or better still girls, bend her over that little chair. I am going to frig her dog-fashion."
"Oh, no. No more, please!"
"Oh we've not nearly finished with you yet," said Mary. "He's going to shove into you from behind now, and you will find that it goes in even further that way. Then he is going to take your other maidenhead. Come on, get up and bend over that chair, or it'll be the worse for you."
They dragged her over to the chair, and bent her over. Mary got astride her neck and forced it down, and bending forward held open the bottom cheeks. Then Mabel took two handkerchiefs and tied her ankles one to each leg of the chair, so that she was well-spread. I gazed at her cunt from which the scum was running in streams. Quickly I shoved my prick into it and began to fuck her savagely. After a little of this, I slowly drew out, and pointing my prick to her little asshole. I shoved it in the head. She yelled out, but we took no notice. I frigged firmly on, and with a steady pressure. I gradually managed to make progress, and after seeing that after a few minutes I was right up her tight asshole.
She was all the time saying that I was hurting her, and she was fighting against the penetration, so after a bit, I withdrew my prick and shoved it up her cunt, which was simply swimming in spunk. After a few good shoves, my prick was again well-covered in spunk, and slipping it out, I re-introduced it to her rectum and shoved it right up. This time it was a good deal easier, so I continued to bugger her strongly and eventually I lunged in to the hilt, and shot her rectum full of sperm.
"There," said Mary. "You've been well and truly buggered and well fucked as well, and the sight has made both Mabel and I feel horny, so now it will be your turn to see him fuck my both, one after the other. Come."
She now released Mrs. Bent who stood up, seeing my prick hard as a rock and covered with sperm and cunt-juice, grasped it, and kissing me, thanked me for the lovely fucking she had had.
Mary now bent over the little chair, spread her legs, and Mabel opened her asscheeks and showed us her lovely little cunt. I told Mrs. Bent to guide my prick into the waiting cunt, and as she did so, I lunged forward sending half my cock into Mary. Then I seized her ass in both hands, and started to fuck.
I frigged really hard, and she could see it going in and out. She took my balls and molded them as I worked, and at last I shoved right up and deluged Mary's cunt with hot scum. A plentiful discharge! Then I withdrew, and again Mrs. Bent grasped my spunky cock and frigged it, whilst Mabel took Mary's place. Again I made her guide me in, and I began to fuck Mabel really hard. I worked for at least twenty minutes before I again sent another copious sperm discharge into Mabel's cunt. Then I withdrew, and my cock was now not quite so hard but still good enough for another go. So I seized Mrs. Bent roughly, threw her on the edge of the bed, and whipping up her legs, I plunged into her cunt.
I got right up her, and seizing her ass in both hands, began to rape her as hard as I could. Mary went to a chest of drawers, and produced her little dildo, and strapping it on, shoved it up Mabel's spunky cunt, and after a few shoves, she took it out, and coming behind me, proceeded to get it up my asshole. She started to bugger me, and the sensation was terrific. After about a quarter of an hour I told her to get right up and as she did so, I was fully engulfed in Mrs. Bent's twat and deluged her cunt with another terrific injection of my boiling, creamy sperm.
That was all. We all washed and dressed, and Mrs. Bent went off, fully well satisfied with the terrific fucking we had given her.
CHAPTER Three
The next day I went on my way. It was again terrifically hot, and I took it easy. In one village which only consisted of about five or six houses, I stopped to mop my brow, and was just wondering if I could get a glass of water when an elderly woman, who was gazing out at me from the doorway of her cottage in a peculiar way, called out, "You look hot, young man. Like a drink?"
"Thanks," I said. "I was just wondering if I could get one here."
"Come along in. It's nice and cool in here, and I'll get you one."
"That's very kind of you," I said, and went into her cottage as she held the door open, and shut it behind me.
She led me into the kitchen and combination living room, and bade me sit on the sofa. She went to the alcove and produced a lovely glass of home-made cider, and some ice. It was delicious, and while I sat and sipped it, she kept looking at me in the same funny way I had noticed before.
"There! That's better, isn't it? On a walking tour, are you?"
"Yes," I said. "But it's hot work in this weather. But I wouldn't have it any other way. I love the heat. It makes me feel fit."
"You look fit, I must say. Like to do something for me?"
"Certainly, if I can."
"Oh, I think you CAN alright."
"Right. I'll take you at that if I can I will."
"And I'll take you at your word."
"What can I do for you?"
"Show me your cock. Does that surprise you ? "
"Yes, it does a bit. But I said I would do what you want, and I'll do it." So that was it. She was sizing me up to see if I was good for a fuck. Well, she wan't a bad-looking woman, rather on the thin and wiry side, but just the sort to enjoy a good fucking. My pecker, always to be relied on in a crisis, was already rising to a stiff erection, so I stood up, opened my fly and let my shorts down to my knees, and raised my shirt-tail, and there was my cock beginning to raise its head.
"Umm, a nice one!" she said, putting out her hand and taking hold of it. She let her hand run along the shaft tow or three times, and then with her other hand she got hold of my balls. This was enough, and my prick really sprang to attention, and became as hard as iron.
"Yes indeed. That will do very well. In fact, I've never seen a better cock than that. I feel like a good razzle, and this prick of yours will just do it nicely. Come along upstairs and let me make good use of it."
She led the way up to her room, where there was a large double bed, and before I had even time to look around, she whipped off her dress, under which she wore only a slip, and told me to strip. I whipped off my shirt, let my shorts drop off, and just stood there in my shoes and socks. She took off her slip, and I saw a nice pair of tits, a nice flat belly, and a fair bush. Her legs were rather skinny but she had a good sized ass. She came over to me, and I took her in my arms, and she grabbed my prick, and as I drew her to me, she guided it between the outer lips of her already moist cunt.
As I drew her towards me, and grasped her asscheeks the head of my prick slipped into her cunt, and she began to wriggle about. Then she moved away letting out my prick, and throwing herself back on the edge of the bed, threw up her legs wide apart and gave me a good view of the small and enticing little cunt. I didn't beat about the bush. I approached her, and shoved the head of my prick between the widely separated lips, and into her cunt. A firm shove got me half way in, where I was tightly gripped. I seized her ass, she seized mine, and we drew each other into a tight embrace. I gave a firm shove, and gained a bit of ground. Then I started a come-and-go movement, and slowly but surely my prick slid right up into her hot twat, until I was buried to the roots.
"Oh, wonderful," she said. "Keep still a moment, I'm coming. Can you feel me juicing over your prick?"
"Yes, it's mighty hot too."
"Yes, I was more than ready for it. Go on and fuck me hard. I want to feel you shooting your cock-juice right up me. But try and wait until I tell you I'm going to come again."
So I continued to fuck her steadily for about a further ten minutes, and then she said she was going to spunk again, so I quickened my,movements, and just as she let fly her second discharge, I plunged in right up to the hilt, and shot a prolific dose of sperm deep into her thirsty cunt.
"Ah, that was good," she said. "I've done it this time, I know I have."
"What have you done?"
"I've clicked for certain. I felt it go right into my womb. You've put me in the family way, that's what."
"Oh, but surely you know how to take precautions."
"I don't want to. I've always wanted to get knocked up, but my husband doesn't seem to manage it. He will always come to quick, and then he's finished."
"I'm not finished by a long way," I said. "I can fuck several more times if you want to make certain of it."
"Can you really?" .
"Can't you feel my cock is still stiff inside you?"
"Yes, I can. It feels lovely. Can you give me some more frigging right away?"
"Sure I can, And what's more, I'd like to. You've got a lovely little pussy, that just makes me shoot beautifully."
So I began to frig again, and enjoyed a lovely long fuck. I must have been at her for over an hour, during which time I shot two more good doses of my hot sperm deep into her cunt, and she came at least four times.
"Oh, thank you," she said. "That was grand. I've never had three lots of hot sperm pumped into me at one go before. It was most enjoyable."
I was still stuck well up her cunt and then I felt my balls seized as a strange voice said:
"Yes, Phyllis, you certainly have been well. fucked. I saw you take this young man in, and when he didn't come out, I thought that was What you might be up to. So if you don't want your husband to know about it, you'd better let me have his lovely cock for a bit. After watching that last bout of yours, I feel proper horny, I can tell you. What about it, eh? Or am I to tell your Bill?"
"Oh, no Merle. For heaven's sake don't tell Bill. I'm sure I've been knocked up this time, and I don't want him to know the baby will not be his."
"Alright then. Let us have a bit of stiff dick from this man of yours. I want it badly!"
"Fuck him by all means, if he is willing. It's alright by me, but you'll have to ask him first."
I looked up, and there was a short tubby little woman, standing there with her arm between my thighs, holding my balls. I slowly drew out of my partner's cunt, and she got a look at my long thick prick, still stiff, and simply covered to the cunt-juice and sperm. She promptly grabbed it in her small hand, the fingers of which could hardly meet round the stiff shaft.
"Oh, yes," she said. "It certainly is a beauty. What about it, young man? Are you willing to give me a bit of this sweet prick of yours or must I tell Phyllis' husband what I've just witnessed?"
"So it's blackmail, is it?" I replied. And seizing her round the waist. I threw her on the edge of the bed, canting up her legs as I continued:
"Alright you cocksucker, you asked for it and you shall have it. I'm going to ram this great prick of mine right up your little twat! Come on, let's have a look and see what accommodation you've got for me."
And I parted her thighs, pulled aside the partition of her panties and saw a lovely little hairy bush, and the tightly closed cuntlips. These I parted and gazed at the pink interior, which showed a very small and tight entrance to her moist vagina. So I at once brought the head of my steaming prick to the target, and with a hard shove, I inserted the knob of my cock. It was very tightly gripped, and seizing her ass in both hands, I began to shove all I was worth. At the third shove, I had a couple of inches of my shaft well into her, and I could see that it was not going to be an easy victory.
"Ah, my girl you are a tight one. But blackmail is blackmail, and deserves to be punished, and I'm going to shove this great prick of mine up you, if it's the last thing I do. You asked for it, and by God, you're going to get it. There!"
I began to frig like mad, and shoved on furiously, getting slowly but surely into her, until at last I got my prick right home. There I let it rest for a moment, and removing my hands from her ass, I began to undo her bodice. I ripped open her blouse, removed her brassiere, and pulling down her slip, I got out her lovely plump tits. They were hard and firm, and the little nipples showed that she had never had any children. I bent forward and sucked them one after the other, and squeezed them. Then I again seized her ass, and as I sucked at her tits, I rammed her cunt for all I was worth. Presently I quickened the movements, and ramming right up, I shot a plentiful injection of hot sperm which went shooting up into her womb in strong jets.
"Oh, you devil," she said. "Now you've gone and put me in the family way too. But never mind. I wanted it, and I must say I've never enjoyed a fuck like that in my life before. Can you go on screwing me bit more?"
"Sure I can. I've not finished with you yet. Your little pussy is a tight fit, but it skins my dong-head beautifully, and sucks my prick delightfully. I'm enjoying this fuck as much as you are, and I don't intend to stop until I've given you all the hot scum I've got in my balls.
"That's right," joined in Phyllis. "It's lovely to see you fucking her like that, and I'll help you all I can. Go on and fuck her hard whilst I hold your balls, so that I can feel you shooting it all into her."
As she took my balls, I began to frig again, and I must have fucked her for another good half hour, ramming her really hard, and shooting into her lovely little cunt two more hefty doses of my hot sperm. Then I went limp and drew out.
"There," said Phyllis. "Now he's probably put you in the family way too."
"I'm sure he has," said her friend. "And what's more I've enjoyed it. Didn't you?"
"Certainly I did. What about you, young man?"
"Of course I enjoyed it. Two lovely women like you two. Who wouldn't?"
"Well, then," said Phyllis. "Why not stay all night? I've got a spare room, and then we'll get both our husbands to fuck us tonight, so as to make it alright if we're knocked up and then when they go off early tomorrow, Merle will come over, and we'll get you to give us each another good fucking before you go. How's that?"
"Wonderful," said Merle.
"Alright," I agreed. "That's a bet."
Merle went off delighted, and saying she'd be over as soon as her hubby had gone, and when she had seen Phyllis' husband go, too. After she'd gone, Phyllis said, "I didn't want to say it in front of Merle, but my mother will be home later, and the room I'm giving you connects with hers. I know she'd like a bit of young cock though she is nearly seventy. So I'll tell her all about it, and she will call you in when she's ready, and you can frig her a bit, too."
Later on, the husband arrived home, and Phyllis told him she had given me a room for the night. He was quite agreeable, and we got on very good terms. Then the old lady arrived, and I could hear Phyllis talking to her in the kitchen, but could not make out what was being said. In case her husband should hear, I kept him talking. Presently the old lady came in with Phyllis, who promptly introduced me, and I could see by the gleam in her mother's eye that she had given her the news, and that she was certainly not averse to the idea of fresh young cock up her mature twat.
After supper I took the husband to the pub, which was a mile away, and we had a few drinks. Then when we got home, he excused himself, saying that he had to be up early. The old lady went up, too, and Phyllis and I remained a few minutes, and she told me that she had arranged everything with her mother who was simply longing to have a hump.
"Do you think you can manage it?" she said.
"Sure I can. She looks a wonderful woman for her age."
"She is. And I know she had made my Arthur fuck her several times. She told me so, and I wasn't jealous. So get on upstairs. But don't overdo it. Remember Merle and I want some more tomorrow."
"Right you are. I'll fuck her alright, but there'll be plenty of stiff cock for you left in the morning."
"Good. Goodnight."
"Goodnight. And keep your husband's scum in your cunt in the morning. It'll make the going easier."
So I went upstairs. I had a bath, as I was pretty hot, and felt that after the hot day and the fucking I'd done, it would be better for the old lady. As soon as I got back into my room, the connecting door opened, and the old lady popped her head in.
"Well, young man. Phyllis has told me everything, and it seems you did her and Merle a bit of good. How about coming into bed with me, and see if I cannot get anything out of you. I could do with some nice cock, I must say."
"I should be delighted," I said. And I slipped into her room. It had a small double-bed, and we were soon comfortably installed. I felt her small soft tits, and she was as quickly handling my balls, and under her fondling, my prick began to erect, and she soon had a good hard cock in her hand.
"Oh, what a big one you've got," she said.
"Is it bigger than what you're used to?"
"Well, my husband's was nothing near as big, and my son-in-law's was even smaller than his. Other than those two, I've not had any. But I am longing to try it. I'd love to have a look at it. May I?"
"Of course. But fair's fair. Let me see yours too. I've never had a woman of your age before, and I'd like to see you naked too."
"Alright, let's strip naked, and we'll have a good feel and romp, and then you can fuck me properly."
We were quickly naked, and she was not at all bed. She was thin and wiry like her daughter, and she had very little fair hair on her bush. I lay the opposite way so that I could get a good look at her cunt, and she had a good feel of my cock and my balls too. Her shapely cunt was simply delicious, and my finger went right up with ease. Then I got between her thighs, canted up her legs, and pointed my prick to her cunt, and rubbed it about between the outer lips to well moisten it, and then with a slight shove, sent in the knob. Slowly I started to fuck, and inch by inch my prick slipped in until it was half buried in her lovely hot gash.
Then I lay down on her, and taking her in my arms, embraced and kissed her, and started to work my way up. Slowly I made progress, and at last I was full length up her tight cunt, our bushes intermingled, and my balls tight up to her crotch. Her legs went up right up, and I seized her asscheeks, and drove it in as far as I could. She spent deliciously, and I felt her warm cunt-juice emission trickle over my prick. She was murmuring all the time that it was good, and she had already come twice. Then I started to fuck hard, and at last I rammed right up her, and holding her tightly, I shot furiously into her belly.
"Oh, that was wonderful," she said, as we lay with my iron hard prick buried to the hilt in her cunt, and still shooting spunk into her womb. "I've never had such a lovely frigging in all my life before; I feel you're still stiff in there. Can you carry on for a bit?"
"Oh, yes. I'm not nearly done yet. Would you like to stay as we are, or would you like to try some other position?"
"I'm glad you asked me that. I'd like to try it another way. I'll lay on my left side with my knees up, you come behind me, and shove it into me that way. Then we can have a lazy screw, and make it last without tiring ourselves too much."
So I got off, and she saw my big prick still stiff and covered with our mingled come-juices. She rolled over on her left side, and I lay down on my left side behind her asscheeks. She raised her right leg and I popped my prick into her spunk-filled cunt-hole and shoved it home. Gradually I worked it right up, until I had her lovely asscheeks tight up against my belly. She put her right hand through between her thighs, and grasped my balls, and I put my hand round and felt her little tits. Then I began to fuck her in leisurely fashion. We spent about an hour thus, and eventually I drove right up and again drenched her cunt with another copious emission of my sperm. Then leaving my prick to soak, we went to sleep. We woke early, and my prick became stiff inside her again, and I gently began to fuck her. This seemed to please her, and she responded well.
I fucked her for a good half hour, and then gave her a third injection of my hot ball-juice. After this I kissed her, and she thanked me for the wonderful night. I said that I'd enjoyed it as much as she had. Then I went back to my room. I dropped off to sleep again, and it was quite late when Phyllis came in and woke me.
"Good morning, young man. Mother tells me she has never in her life enjoyed a night like that, and that you are certainly a good bedfellow. But you'd better be able to satisfy Merle and me again, or else!"
"Don't worry. I certainly enjoyed my night too. Your mother is a wonderful armful. It was like fucking with a young girl. But there will be plenty of stiff dick left for you. I feel that frigging your mother has given me an appetite for more."
"Good. Then get up and dress, and I'll have a good breakfast for you by the time you are ready. After that Merle will be over. I made my hubby fuck me twice during the night, so I'm well filled up. I've been over to Merle, and she has done the same, and I've told her to keep it hot for you. Mother is going to come in and watch us. She says she wants to hold your balls whilst you are doing it."
So I got up, washed, shaved and dressed, and went down to breakfast. What a feast she gave me! She had scrambled three eggs on toast, and there were lashings of cream, butter, toast and strawberry jam. I felt fit for any amount of screwing.
About an hour later, Merle appeared, and we all went upstairs to Phyllis' room, where there was a large double bed, and we all stripped naked. We hugged and kissed and I felt them all over, as they each had a good feel of my prick which under this treatment soon responded and became as hard as iron. Then Phyllis knelt on all fours in the middle of the bed, and begged me to fuck her from behind. I got in position, and inserted my prick into her cunt, which was full of her husband's hot sperm, and I slipped right up at the first shove. Her mother got behind me and took hold of my balls, and Merle came alongside me and made me suck her tit and feel the other one.
I worked away thus for a long time and Phyllis was enjoying it to the full, and then I plunged right in and deluged her cunt with a copious injection. Then I slowly withdrew my dripping prick, and the old lady seized it and smeared the scum all over the shaft as Merle took Phyllis' place. Then I drove into her equally spunky cunt, and went right up. The old lady was still holding my balls. I fucked her steadily and after about half an hour I drenched her cunt also.
Then it was the old lady's turn and she also got on all fours, and I shoved into her twat. Both Phyllis and Merle played with my balls and even shoved their fingers up my asshole. I fucked the old girl strongly, and she too had about half an hour of screw and then I drenched her cunt as well.
So they all had a good screwing and thanked me. After a good lunch I went on my way.
I walked all afternoon, had tea on the way, and later reached a small farmstead. Here I asked if they could put me up for the night. They were delighted, as they intended going to friends for the evening and had no one to leave with the two children, as the person who was coming was suddenly prevented from doing so.
The husband went out to get the car ready and his wife said to me:
"Now look here, young man, our two children are both girls. Jean the elder is eleven, and Pearl is ten. I know I can safely leave them with you, as they are both well versed as regards to men. I am pretty free woman myself, and like a change where men are concerned, and my husbands gets plenty of change too. We are rather cut off here, but we often get other couples to stay, and we always have a change of partners. The girls soon got to know about it, and we decided to let them join in the fun, so they've both had it, and my husband often has a fuck with them, and as a rule when we've a couple here, we let one of them sleep with each of us, so they've seen us screwing, and have done it themselves. It adds to the fun. So you can help yourself. But before we go, I'd like to sample what you've got and my husband will see that I get a chance."
Hardly had she uttered the words when her husband came in and said, "I'll just pop down to the village and fill up with gasoline, my dear, and I'll phone the Potters that we can come after all. You won't mind if we stay the night there, will you, young man?"
"Not at all. I'll see that everything is alright here."
"Good. That is kind of you. It's really a godsend. We were looking forward to this outing, as it is a party of six, and we didn't want to miss it."
He went off, and then the woman, who was about thirty-five years old, rather voluptuous and quite good looking, told me to come upstairs. I followed her, and she took me to her room, and shutting the door, she came over and took me in her arms and kissed me. As she did so, I felt her lush breasts, and she got her hand to my fly, and slowly opened my trousers. This made my cock erect and by the time she got her hand inside, it was already more than half stiff. She got hold of it, and drew it out.
"My word, you have got a beauty. It is getting quite hard already. Oh, I must have a look-see." She looked and by now it was as hard as iron. "Wow, what a size! I must have a cunt full of that! Come."
She backed away, and going to the bed, she threw herself on the edge, drew up her skirts, and threw up her legs. She had open panties, and I saw her small bush with her cunt peeping through between the hairs. I didn't waste time. I let my shorts drop, turned up my shirt, and brought the head of my prick to the right spot and shoved in. My prick-head was slipped in right away and I thrust in. I worked it steadily up until at last I was full length embedded in her tight cunt. She was all the time telling me how lovely it was. I fucked her long and well, and after a-bout fifteen minutes I soaked her cunt with a copious flooding of my hot sperm. I continued to frig and she was really enjoying it. Just as we heard the car coming back, I drove right up and poured in another hefty dose of scalding semen.
"Ah, that was good. What a fine fucker you are. I hope you give my two girls a good frigging. They know all the tricks, and they'll want to get as much out of your marvelous prick as they can. Perhaps you can stay over a night or two. We've got some friends coming tomorrow evening, and the next night another couple are coming for the evening. It would be fun if you could join us."
"Sounds wonderful to me. I'd love to stay."
So it was settled. Then we went downstairs and she called the girls in from the garden and told them to look after me, as I was going to stay with them for the night whilst they were away. Half an hour later they were off, and I was left alone with the girls. They were a bright couple. Jean was tall for her age, and lush like her mother, with fair hair done up in two plaits. Pearl was dark and a bit plumper. They were delighted to have me, and promised to make me feel home.
Their mother had left supper ready, so we sat down to enjoy it. After we'd finished we cleared away and washed up. Then we retired to the living room and sat down on the sofa, and I had one on either side of me.
"Did Mummy say which room you were to have?" asked Jean.
"No, she didn't."
"I expect she wants you to have the spare room."
"What else would there be for me."
"Well, nothing really, except . . . "
"Except what?"
"Well, there's only her room, and she would not expect you to have that, or you could join us in our room. We have a big double bed."
"I don't expect she'd like that either, would she?"
"Well actually, she said we could ask you to join us if you'd like to."
"Would you like that."
"Yes, rather."
"Alright, then. If you are sure she wouldn't mind."
"Mind? I'll say we wouldn't! We'd love it. Didn't Mummy tell you."
"Tell me what?"
"Well, I thought she'd told you that we know all about well things. We've slept with them and their friends. We enjoy all sorts of lovely things."
"Oh you do, do you? Well, perhaps you'd like to teach me a few things you do with your parents and their friends."
"Alright. We will. Shall we go up to bed now?
"If you like."
"Right then. Come along Pearl, we'll show him the way.
She ran along ahead, and showed me the spare room where I could put my things and undress, and showed me their room, so that I could come along there when I was ready.
It didn't take me long to get ready, and I went along to their room and as the door was a-jar, I slipped in and closed it behind me. There they were both stark naked. What a pretty sight it was. There was Jean with her long fair hair and no tits or bush, and the little plump Pearl with her dark hair, and of course she had no tits or bush either.
"Oh come along, that's not fair."
"What's not fair?" I said.
"Well, we're naked, and you've got your pajamas on."
"Alright then, supposing you two undress me." The sight of those two naked little girls had caused my prick to become as hard as iron and it made a good show bulging out of my pajama trousers. They both came over and made straight for the strings of my trousers, whilst I slipped off my jacket. Then they got the strings, undone, and the trousers slipped down, leaving me stark naked, and I stepped out of them.
"Ooh!" they both cried together. "What a big cock you've got."
"What makes you say it's big?" I said.
"Well, it's bigger than any of the pricks we have seen. Isn't it Pearl?"
"Yes Jean it certainly is." And as she grabbed hold of it, "And just feel it, Jean. It's much harder. Oh, it is a beauty."
Jean felt it too and said, "Oh my word yes, it is hard. Do you think you can get it all into me?"
"I hope so. And Pearl too, if she'd like me to."
"We both want it. And what big balls. I bet you can shoot out a lot of hot cream."
"Why, I certainly can," I said. "And I will. I hope to shoot so much into you both that your little holes will be nice and slippery by the time I've done, and my prick will be able to slide all the way into you."
"Do you like it sucked?" asked Jean.
"You bet I do, but I prefer not to shoot into your mouth."
"Oh, don't you? I love the taste of freshly shot hot scum. I'll great well make you come into my mouth, and you can suck Pearl at the same time. Then we'll change over."
She drew me to the bed, and made me lie down. Then she jumped up between my well spread thighs and Pearl came and straddled over my face like an expert, and presented her lovely little plump cunt right over my mouth. I didn't waste time, but set to work to closely inspect the delicious little slit, and I thrust my tongue well and began to suck her off. At the same time, Jean took my prick, and began to suck it delightfully, and to play with my balls as well.
These two kids had very certainly been well trained. Jean was sucking my prick like an expert, and I felt it would not be long before she got what she wanted, namely, a good mouthful of my hot sperm. Pearl was on her toes, and squatting astride my face so as to open her cunt to the utmost, just as if she had been doing it for years, and I was able to get my tongue well into the lovely little juicy cunt. I cunt-lapped her very hard and it was not long before she shuddered and yelled that she was coming, and she spent a good dose of her young cream into my eager mouth, and as I tasted the delicious downpour, I was forced to let fly myself, and my powerful discharge shot in great jets down Jean's throat, and she gulped it all down, and hung on, eager to drink in all the scum she could get. She did not let go quickly, but used her fingers in a most deft manner to squeeze out the last drop, and then slowly let my prick out of her mouth, sucking the knob as she did so.
"Oh that was a wonderful lot," she said. "My word, you do come a lot, and it was so lovely and hot. I've never enjoyed a hot load so much. What a lovely cock you've got. It is still so hard and hasn't gone down at all, like most of them do. Come on Pearl, it's your turn to suck him now, and he can make my cunny come."
She quickly took Pearl's place as the latter as quickly got down to suck my prick. She took hold of my dick and gently frigged it in a most expert manner, examining it from tip to bottom, and gently molding my balls. Then I felt her lips on the tip, and slowly she took it into her mouth as far as she could, savoring the pleasure to the full. Meanwhile Jean got over me in the same way as Pearl had, and I saw her delicious cunt slowly descending into my mouth.
At last it touched my lips, and I began to lick all along the slit, which was already pretty juicy, as she had come a bit while sucking my prick. I licked it all up, and then thrust in my tongue to the fullest extent, and got a good taste of the interior of her sweet cunt. She had a well-developed clitoris, and I sucked it into my mouth, and drew hard on it. In a few moments she shuddered all over and came deliciously into my mouth. I continued to suck, and it was only after about fifteen minutes that she spent for the second time, and then I again let go the sluices and discharged powerfully into Pearl's little mouth. She took all she could get and never let up until she had drawn all the scum out of me down to the very last drop.
"Oh what a fine cunt-lapper you are," said Jean. "You've made me come twice and I've never felt such a tongue. It worked so deliciously in me. you get a good mouthful of his cream, Pearl?"
"Yes I did. Isn't it thick and lovely, and doesn't it shoot out? It fairly shot right down my throat. Most of them just ooze out, This was much nicer."
"Well," I said. "You two suck so wonderfully that it is no wonder that I shot hard. But now I want to get it into both of you, so you'll have to help me to get into good condition again. You've fairly exhausted me."
"Well," said Jean. "It still looks pretty stiff to me. Get the tape measure, Pearl. I want to measure it. I've never seen such a big one before. Ah, that's it, now let's measure."
I was in fact still pretty stiff, and as they handled my prick, it soon got up really hard. Jean took the measure and applied it, and read off nine and a quarter inches. "My word, what a whopper it is. I'll bet Mummy will like it, and so will some of her friends, I'll bet. Now I'm going to cocksuck it a bit to get it in good form. You can let him suck your cunt off again, Pearl.
Then we'll change over, and by that time, he'll be ready to get it into us. I'm simply longing to feel it going slowly up me. I want it right up, and to feel it shooting its hot creamy juices deep inside me."
"So do I," said Pearl.
So she climbed over me again, and I began to suck her delicious little cunt. And Jean started her wonderful cocksucking. Presently I had to stop her, as I didn't want her to suck me right off. Then they changed places, and Pearl started on my prick and I sucked at Jean's lovely little cunt. They were spending all the time, and I had a good taste of their lovely young cunt-juices. Now I was ready to fuck them.
I now rose and placed Jean on the edge of the bed, with a pillow under her lovely little ass. I made Pearl straddle her belly and hold her legs well up and wide apart. Then I parted the outer lips to expose the pink interior and placed the knob of my rampant prick in the tight entrance to her vagina.. A gentle push inserted my dick-head and another sent in a couple of inches of the shaft, and Pearl watched eagerly as it proceeded to make headway as I gently thrust in and out, each thrust gaining a bit of ground, until I was working it full length in her lovely, tight passage. Then I began to frig quicker, and thrusting hard into her until my balls were tight up against her crotch, I began to pump my hot spunk deep into her cute cunt, and the lubrication enabled me to force it right up to the hilt.
"Oh, that was wonderful," said Jean. "I can feel it shooting right up me in hot jets. It is heavenly. Will you be able to give Pearl some as well?"
"Rather!" I said. "I've got lots of hot scum yet. I hope to give you another lot before the night's out. Have you ever had it up your little asshole?"
"Oh yes, I had it that way long before I had it up my cunny. I used to like it. But since I've had it up the front I prefer it that way. But you can try it up my asshole if you like. But you must shove it into Pearl first."
So they then changed places, and I was gazing at her plump little cunt as Jean held her legs well apart, and I quickly placed the spunk-covered head of my prick between her cuntlips, and found the small entrance to her cunt, and shoved in. She was even more elastic than her elder sister, and it didn't take me long to get my full length of cock into her. This time I was able to hold out longer than I had with Jean, and I made her come several times before I eventually plunged my great cock right up her cunt, and deluged her twat with a hefty injection of my boiling semen. I don't think I had ever had two such delicious fucks before. Far from satisfying my desires, these two kids fairly roused me, and I felt that I could go on fucking their sweet cunts for ages. My prick was still as hard as ever and was simply covered with our mingled spendings. So I didn't waste time. I made Jean kneel on the edge of the bed, with her knees wide apart, and mounting behind her, I thrust my prick all the way up her lovely little cunt. I made Pearl handle my balls gently. Then I slowly drew it out, and pointed it at her little crinkled asshole. A good shove sent in my cock-head and she winced a bit. But I was well lodged. I gave a steady pressure, and slowly my prick began to disappear into her rectum until I was in to the hilt. It was frightfully tight, and I was very careful to move in and out very slowly and after only four insertions, I flooded her asshole with a copious discharge of hot scum.
Then I made Pearl take her place, and got into her cunt, which was still swimming in spunk from our previous fuck. This lubricated my prick nicely, and I now transferred it into her asshole. I shoved it in, and slowly made my way up until I was buried to the roots. Jean was delighted to watch my great prick slide into her sister's ass, and played with my balls so delightfully that in only a few shoves I was again ready, and plunging right up, I poured into her anus a good dose of my hot semen.
I then suggested that we all went along to the bathroom, and had a both together, and thoroughly cleansed ourselves.
We went back to bed after this, and we played about with each other, fondling and cocksucking until they again had my prick as hard as ever. Then I fucked them each in turn while sucking the other one, but without coming. I did it to them in all sorts of positions, and worked my prick around inside them so as to thoroughly stretch their little cunts. I made them ride me in turn whilst the other one straddled my face to be cunt-lapped.
Then I got Jean on the edge of the bed kneeling, and fucked her from behind, and ramming my prick right up her, with her cute ass tight against my belly, I shot a load of spunk into her with such force that she said she could almost feel it shooting into her mouth. Then whilst it was well covered with spunk, I shoved it up her asshole and buggered her but didn't come. When I felt I was ready I got Pearl into the same position, and got up her little cunt, and fucked her hard, eventually spunking right up her also and fucked her hard, after which I cooled my cock off in her anus. I had another wash, and then we all settled down to sleep.
We awoke rather late and we made ourselves some breakfast still in pajamas; having eaten a good breakfast, we all felt refreshed and going upstairs, I gave each of them another fucking, fairly flooding their little cunts with my prolific juices. Then a bath and we dressed, and went out for a short walk in the woods until lunch time. After lunch, we settled in a shady spot in the garden, and had a good sleep until we were awakened in time for tea by the return of their parents. Their father went to put the car away and clean it up, and got the girls to help him. Their mother took the opportunity to ask me how I'd made out. I said it had been a wonderful night and that they certainly had been well trained.
"Never in my life have I been so expertly sucked, not even by a fully grown woman. And as for fucking, Well, I have never enjoyed anything so much. But I'm afraid that they have been well stretched. I got right up the pair of them and their hot natures drew all the cock-juice I had from me."
"Good. I'm ever so glad. I'm longing to see that great cock of yours working in their little cunts. I've had three fucks from our friend last night, but I could do with a quick one now, if you can manage it. Come on, I'll bend over the table here and you can shove your dick up me from behind."
She promptly bent forward over the edge of the table, canted up her skirts, and parting the open panties, showed me her ass. I separated the asscheeks and finding the little opening of her cunt, I approached with the knob of my cock, and shoved it in. Then I seized her ass in both hands and proceeded to work my way in with firm shoves. Once well-lodged, I proceeded to fuck her slowly, making her come three or four times, and finally I shoved it right up her, and poured into her twat a prolific load of my hot scum.
"Ah, thank you John," she said rising, and forcing me out. "I needed that badly, and now about tonight. We have some very good friends coming in to spend the night. I know they will be more than delighted if I can produce a new cock for them, especially one like yours. They are a married couple, Alfred and Barbara Collins."
"I shall look forward to meeting them."
"Yes, I'm sure, and they will love to meet you too. I believe they are bringing Barbara's mother with them. In fact, Alfred has a good-sized cock, though not nearly as large as yours. In fact, it's the same size as Bill's about six inches long and just a nice thickness. Yours must be at least half as long again and much thicker. Alfred has already fucked our two girls, and also his mother-in-law."
"Well that sounds as if we shall get along well together."
During the rest of the day we lazed around, and Bill took me to the bar, where we primed ourselves well. Whilst we were quietly sipping our drinks, he said to me, "You don't need to worry, I know all about you. Betty has told me she has had one or two good fucks with you, and that you have already had a good session with the girls. I was delighted to hear that you are such a sport, as there is nothing we like better than to have a real orgy of fucking."
"Well," I said. "If it pleases you, I can assure you that I'm delighted too. I also enjoy a good fuck, and if there is bit of extra sport to be had, then I'm your man."
"Right, then that's settled. Let's get back to the house and get ready for the fray. There is a couple coming tonight Who are really hot stuff. I guess my wife has told you that Alfred Collins has fucked her, and the two girls as well, and he says he has fucked his wife's mother. I've never met her myself, so I'm looking forward to frigging a new cunt tonight. Barbara is a lovely piece. She is fair haired with a lovely blonde bush, rather on the plump side, but a wonderful armful, and she simply loves a nice cock shoved well up her cunt and up her asshole too. I've tried both."
We set off back to the house, and arrived just in time to meet them. Alfred was a stocky fellow and his wife Barbara was a lovely woman. Her mother was a big fat woman, gray haired, but it obviously had been as fair as her daughter's at one time. They both looked at me with longing eyes. We sat down to a good dinner, and my hostess had made it really spicy, and we had some good wine to wash it down with. Then some liqueurs and coffee. By the time it was all cleared away, we were all in pretty good trim. The girls obviously knew they were going to take part in the fuck-orgy, and were very excited.
Presently the women came in from the kitchen and the talk gradually became bawdy and finally our hostess said, "Well, if we go on like this much longer, I for one shall get so horny that I shall have to have a fuck with one of you men right here. How do you feel, Barbara?"
"Oh, I'm all for it. I know your Bill is just longing to shove his cock up me, and I'm longing to make a fresh acquaintance with that fine pecker of his. And it looks as if I'm going to get an even finer bit of prick from our friend Johnny here, to judge from the swelling in his shorts. I just can't wait to get hold of it."
"Then," said Betty. "We'd better go and get ourselves stripped, and meet in my bedroom. Go on, children, you are in this, too, so go and get undressed, have a good wash, and come a-long and join us. We girls will prepare ourselves and you men can go to the spare room and get ready, and then come in and join us, too."
It did not take us long to get ready, and as soon as Alfred and I were stripped, Bill said he was going to wash our pricks. This he proceeded to do, and of course, as he handled Alfred's, it began to erect, and was quickly as hard as iron, and it was a useful dong of about seven inches, rather on the thin side, but with a well developed knob. Then I went forward and the sight of Alfred's stiff prick set mine on edge, and it quickly came up to its full height, and the two men both whistled as they saw the ten inches of hard prick.
"My word," said Bill. "This is a beauty and no mistake. I shall love to watch this cock go sliding up Betty's cunt, and as for Barbara's she'll just love it, I'm sure. What do you say, Alfred?"
"Oh, Barbara will love it alright. And what's more I shall love seeing that great big dick making its way into her, and even more will I love seeing him shove it's full length right up mother's great cunt."
"Yes, indeed," said Bill. "That should certainly be a sight to see. And Johnny, don't take any notice when she says it is going too far. She does with Alf, and he gets right in. Just you get it right up her no matter What she says."
"OK, thanks for the tip. There's nothing I like better than a woman who tells you not to hurt her and so forth, but all the time is secretly enjoying it. I love to make them squeal, and then flood their very wombs with a great dollop of hot sperm."
With this we entered the chamber. Bill led the way followed by Alfred, and I came behind them. The three women were ready and the two girls were standing in the background. Betty looking ready for anything with her sparkling eyes, and her trim figure. Barbara was also agog with excitement, and her plump figure with her rather large breasts standing nice and firm, and she was obviously trying to get a glimpse of my prick round the other men, and her mother was eagerly at Bill's prick, which was new to her, and she certainly was something! Her breasts were enormous but hung down a bit, her thighs were simply tremendous, but for a woman of her age, her belly didn't protrude as much as one would expect, and her ass! What a magnificent spectacle! I was just longing to get it up against my belly as I rammed my prick up her cunt. It gave great promise, and I meant to get into her in that position.
"Now then!" said Betty. "For a start, as I've already had a trial run with Jack's fine prick, I suggest that Barbara tries it, whilst I take Alfred and Bill can start on Barbara's mother. After that we can change round and the women will take whatever prick they wish, and the men will oblige them in any way they wish."
So for a start, Betty threw herself back on the edge of the bed, and Alfred at once stood between her widely spread thighs and inserted the knob of his prick and shoved it well home, and seizing her buttocks in both hands began to give her a really satisfying fuck. Meanwhile Bill had shoved Mrs. Bummer into a like position, and after spreading her fat thighs, exposed her fair-haired cunt, and inserted his dick-head. Then he started to work it into her, as she kept asking him not to hurt her.
But I didn't see much of either of these pairs, for the exuberant Barbara had got hold of my prick and soon began to handle it most expertly, as I felt her lovely tits and ass. But she simply couldn't wait, she wanted it up her, she climbed over her mother so that she could watch Bill's prick at work, and as I got behind her ass, I shoved the knob of my prick into her cunt from behind, and her mother was able to see from below what she was going to get later.
"I shoved hard and quickly buried half my length in her delightfully hot vagina. Then I glued my belly to her lovely ass and began to shove in the rest. Working in that way it was not long before I had her coming furiously over my prick, thus lubricating the passage, and letting me get my prick right up her to the handle. I now worked it around from side to side, and made her feel my prick in all the furthest corners of her luxurious cunt. It was really wonderful. I was really well housed, and getting it into her to the fullest extent, I began to shoot my boiling spunk deep into her twat. At the same time, I saw Bill and Alfred at the short jabs, and then they both shoved right home and deluged the two cunts they were frigging.
For a few moments we continued to fuck in and out of the now well-filled cunts, and we all easily retained our hard-ons. Then Bill withdrew, and seizing Jean, proceeded to place her on the edge of the bed and get into his eldest daughter's cunt, which having been previously well-stretched by me during the night, was now easily able to accommodate him. Alfred also withdrew from Betty, and taking Pearl shoved well into her. Mrs. Bummer straddled over Pearl to watch Alfred at work in the little cunt, and Barbara and Betty each got either side of the old woman, and parting her enormous asscheeks, exposed her cunt, which was simply swimming with the copious sperm injection which Bill had given her, and pointing to it, told me to ram into her. I saw what was wanted, and before the old lady could object, I put the knob of my prick to the target and with a firm shove, I got it in. Then I seized her magnificent ass, and drawing her to me with the utmost force, I gave her a tremendous shove and more than half buried my prick in the juicy passage.
"Oh, Johnny, do be careful," she exclaimed. "You'll split me with that enormous cock of yours. Pm not as young or as resilient as Barbara, you know. OW! How you stretch me. Please don't try to get your whole prick in. Pm sure it won't go."
"It will go," said Barbara. "Be quiet, Mother, Johnny won't hurt you. You know you are really longing to have it right up you really. So just be quiet. We all want to see Johnny get it right up you. Go on, Johnny shove it home."
So I shoved on, and by doing it in the same way as I had with Barbara, I gradually made progress, and after about ten minutes, my dong was fully engulfed, and only my balls remained outside. Barbara took these in her hands and gently molded them. Bill and Alfred were already at the short shoves, and the two of them quickly rammed right up the two children and flooded their little cunts with a copious injection of their hot fluid. Then they withdrew and came over to join us, and as Barbara and Betty were bending over watching my work on the old lady, they each got behind their respective wives, and proceeded to get up their cunts from behind.
The two girls got behind them and gently molded their balls as they did so. This sight affected me tremendously, and I rammed my dick into the old girl until she simply screamed, and then shot my load deep into her womb. Slowly I fucked her to a standstill, when both her cunt and my prick were simply soaked in sperm. I was still stiff and worked on for a bit, letting the two women see the spunk-covered prick going slowly in and out of the old lady's juicy cunt, until their husbands got to the point of discharge and filled their cunts with a hot deluge of their semen.
Then they made me withdraw, and lie on my back on the bed, with Betty straddled across my loins, and I at once impaled her spunk-filled cunt on my still erect prick, and began to frig up and down. The old lady bent over to watch as my prick slid in and out, and Alfred got behind her and rammed his cock up her cunt, and began to work slowly in and out to make his prick harden again.
Bill did the same with Barbara, and Jean went from one to the other feeling their balls. I got Pearl to straddle my face and cunt-lapped her well-filled cunt. I spent before either of the other two was ready and then Betty made Pearl straddle my loins and impale herself on my still rampant prick. This Barbara and her mother were longing to see, and to keep me horny I now made Jean give me her little cunt to suck.
Pearl rode as well, and before long she was completely spitted on my prick. Then they made Jean take her place and she too got my great dong right up her cunt. Still I had not come. Now Barbara mounted me, and having got my prick right up her, she bent forward and asked Bill to get into her asshole and give her the pleasure of a double fuck. Bill was only too anxious to oblige, and it was not long before she cried out that she was coming, and she shuddered and came profusely. Then they made the old lady take her place, and this time it was her son-in-law who got his cock up her asshole, until she too was made to come, and as she did so, so I gave her a good injection up her cunt, at the same time that Alfred spunked into her asshole.
After this, we all had a good wash, and Betty produced some refreshments. We all partook of these, and felt much better. We rested for a-bout half an hour, and then the women started to get our three cocks in order. It was now Betty who wanted to try the double fuck, but she said she would go one better and have all three at once. She made Alfred lie on his back, mounted him and impaled herself on his dick, whilst Bill got up her asshole, then she made me kneel astride Alfred's face and she took my prick in her mouth. After about ten minutes of this, the two men shot into her cunt and asshole, but I didn't let fly my load as yet.
Bill and Alfred then took Barbara and her mother respectively, and started to fuck them in a leisurely fashion to get their pricks stiff again. Betty put Jean on the edge of the bed with her legs well up, and made me fuck her, and molded my balls as I did so, until she felt me deluge the little cunt with a hot scum discharge. Then she made Pearl take Jean's place, and guided my great prick to the little hairless slit, and watched closely as I drove it right up into their youngest daughter. Again she molded my balls, and as Bill and Alfred shot into their partners, I gave the little Pearl a hot injection of my own cock-juices.
The other two men were now completely fucked out, and Betty said we must have one more exhibition. The old lady was made to bend over Barbara as she lay along the edge of the bed. Betty sat astride her back, so as to keep her in position. Then I was made to fuck her cunt vigorously for some time until my prick was well covered in spunk and then I was told to withdraw and put it into her asshole.
She screamed out that my cock was too big, but Bill and Alfred came and assisted in holding her in position, and as the two little girls held open the asscheeks for me I stuck my knob into her crinkled asshole.
I shoved hard and gained an entrance. Then with a steady pressure, I slowly forced it up until my dong was completely buried. Then I began to bugger her properly, and after about fifteen minutes working in her shithole, during which she was continually calling out that I was tearing her, I at last rammed right up and sent in a perfect torrent of hot scum which simply drenched her rectum.
Slowly I drew out, and went off for a final wash, and after some more drinks, the party split up for the night.
PART TWO
CHAPTER One
Mark Perlain had every reason to be a happy and contented young man. Top of his profession as an exclusive ladies' hair stylist, he could command high money, and with his private clientele, he was gradually building up, he was indeed earning far more than any contemporary hair stylist of his age.
Mark was still only twenty-eight, with a passion for gambling his salary at the salon where he worked, and the big tips he collected from his private clients all went to pay his debts and that was why he was so eager to please any of the wealthy women who patronized the salon. If they suggested a private visit to their homes for an exclusive setting and styling, he accepted at once. He charged well, but no one had yet seemed disappointed, or considered themselves over-charged.
He was in particular enchanted with the woman whose home he was visiting this evening. Mrs. Dapline Tracey always appeared to be a very wealthy woman, and now as he stood close behind her as she gazed into the mirror to examine his latest artistic handiwork on her head of lovely hair, the young man could smell the sweetly intoxicating perfume she wore.
Mrs. Tracey was a few years older than he was, she must be in her mid thirties. But with a figure as shapely as a show-girl's, and a complexion as pure as an angel's she was indeed still a very desirable dish. Mark wondered just how exciting it would be to trace his hands through that lovely hair in the capacity of a lover instead of her private hair stylist? It was natural his thoughts should stray from that pleasant pastime to the idea of the thrill it would be to fondle her well-formed tits. She turned to face him, her attractive face was beaming, she was more than pleased with his artistic skill, for a brief moment he felt guilty, she looked at him as if she knew what he had been thinking, that she knew he desired her, that he would like to fuck her . . .
"I'm sorry my husband is not home yet," she was saying softly. "I have not got my check book, I am waiting for the bank to send me a new one, and I haven't cash to pay you yet. I don't think Arthur will be long. Can you wait, Mr. Perlain? Will you have a drink?"
His answer to both questions was a decided yes, he would wait, he wanted to stay with this very attractive woman for as long as she allowed him, and a drink with her would be most welcome.
Mark watched her walk across to a chair when she had poured out the drinks. She leaned back and crossed her ankles. She was a very desirable cunt. She had to get up almost at once to answer the telephone. From her conversation he gathered it was Arthur, her husband, at the other end. She confirmed this when she put the phone down. "That was Mr. Tracey," she explained. "He is delayed, he will be later than I expected."
Mark had risen and was standing close to her as she gave forth the information about the absent husband. It was an action on the spur of the moment that caused Mark to suddenly reach out and take her in his arms. She went taut at once, stiff all over as if she had been touched by a man with a terrific disease. He pulled her hand against his body and kissed her beautifully lip-sticked mouth. Her lips were compressed close together as she partly resisted the sort of kiss he wanted to give her. It was several seconds before he felt her lips relax, they went soft, they opened slightly. As he probed between her lips with his tongue tip he felt her body lose its tension, she was relaxing more all over, he felt her arms slither around his waist and hold him. She was pulling herself tighter to him so that the swelling mounds of her breasts were flattened against his chest.
Breathless from the kiss she at last drew back from him. Her face was flushed.
"We . . . we should not have done that," she murmured. Her voice did not carry conviction and he risked pulling her hard to him again. This time her tongue responded with prodding into his mouth, her arms tightened more and hugged him. This time when they broke away for want of breath he quickly took hold of her sweater and drew it up over her head. She did not resist, the skin-tight pale blue ski-pants she wore were just as easily removed, her panties going down with them. The brassiere took a few brief seconds longer to unhook and slide from her bare shoulders.
When he started to slide his own trousers down she moved quickly to the light switch and turned it out. By the time she groped her way back to the sofa, he was naked and waiting for her, he was pulling her down, laying on her, getting his mouth to her lips again. Her body was beautifully warm and soft, the skin felt like slithery satin and in the darkness he felt her breasts and wished she had not wanted to have this lovely fuck in the dark.
He fondled both her well-fleshed knockers, he would have liked to have spent hours just feeling her, stoking up her passion, getting her really on heat, but he was not sure what her husband had meant by being delayed. Delayed an hour, two hours? How long? When would Arthur Tracey be returning to his home? This had to be a fairly quick affair. He felt down between her legs, her cunt was warm and moist, she was more than nearly ready for him, they way she jerked up at his fingers as he slowly reamed her moist cunny was proof that she was not only ready but impatient as well.
He eased himself over on her, her hands held his firm as a rock prick and guided it right into her twat as if they had been lovers for years she locked her arms around him, tighter this time than she had done when they had picked up his rather jerky unsteady tempo, again one would have thought they were accomplishing an act of hump that they had performed together before many times . . . she was heaven . . . her cunt was wet hot paradise . . . the tempo increased . . . increased still more and the perfect unity between her twat movements and his cock were divine.
When her lovely legs lifted and wrapped around his buttocks, the tempo really speeded up . . . the climax could not be far away . . . Dapline Tracey beat her young stud to the peak by the shortest of split seconds, having her orgasm just as he started to jerk madly to bring his sperm from his heavy balls up the shaft of his stiff dick.
When he had finished feeding her his hot cock-juice he lay twitching for several times on top of her. They uncoupled, and he lay panting on his back beside her. They were both motionless for quite a few minutes. In the darkness he smiled to himself. He was well pleased with his performance, delighted to have "made" this lovely married woman so easily and to have given her so much obvious pleasure with his cock. She might be having some pangs of guilt now that it was all over, he thought, but that couldn't be helped, and she had wanted him to fuck her, she had not resisted hardly at all.
"Mark I have to tell you something," she murmured.
He was surprised at her tone of voice. She had never called him Mark before, either, always Mr. Perlain, always she had been so right and proper. It was Mark now, and so it should be.
She went on, "I knew you would try and do this to me, Mark," she said softly. "I was not sure I wanted you to go all the way, but I am glad you did now. You are a good fucker, Mark, I suppose you know that, eh?"
He knew he was, but he liked to hear it from the lips of so attractive a woman, and a married one at that. She went on, "I know you gamble, a lot, Mark, and I know you need money badly."
He wondered how she knew this, but hell, his gambling vice was no secret anyway. She must have heard someone at the salon mention it. He listened carefully as she went on in that low seductive voice. "I know you would like to earn money, Mark, a lot more money. Do you remember Mrs. Hughes, Cilia Hughes, you went to do her hair one evening last week. Remember?"
Did he remember Cilia Hughes? He certainly did. One of the most attractive young wives he had the pleasure of visiting to re-style their hair, but that had not been all he had done to her. He felt just a little apprehensive.. .
"You did to her what you have just done to me, didn't you, Mark? Only I understand you did it to her twice didn't you, Mark?"
"How on earth did you know that?" he mumbled.
"Cilia works for me, dear boy," she replied. "Works for you? What do you mean?" he asked.
"You knew Cilia Hughes was a quiet respectable married woman, didn't you, Mark, and yet you frigged her and she enjoyed being fucked didn't she? She enjoyed it so much she wanted you to do it again, didn't she? That was because Mrs. Cilia Hughes is a bored restless housewife, Mark. That was why she welcomed your advances and was so easy for you. Her husband has to work at night very often, so now and again Cilia works for me. The work is fun and she gets plenty of money as well."
"She's a sort of a call girl, then," Mark muttered, wishing he could see Dapline's face in the darkness. "And you are the one who sort of controls things, then?"
He heard her chuckle in the darkness. "Well, not exactly a call girl, Cilia does not make a habit of getting herself picked up or anything like that. Just now and again when I can arrange things for her she likes to earn a little extra cash and have some fun."
"Well, how often then does she have this little extra fun," Mark asked.
"Last week I think she had two assignments, so far this week she has only had one. She is never forced to accept the offer. She can telephone me and let me know when she is free and then I fix her up with an escort. I think she is well pleased with the arrangement."
"But how can I fit into your plans?" he asked. "You say I can earn money; tell me more a-bout it."
"I need more girls, Mark," she replied softly. "You meet a lot of girls and women at the salon, some you visit at their homes for the hair styling. Some of them must be in the same category of Mrs. Cilia Hughes. You would be able to find out if they are likely to be as willing as she. is to have boy friends who will pay for fucking her. I don't want whores, I want attractive respectable women, young women willing to earn money by having a good time with a man."
When Mark Perlain left the house he was in the procuring business. Part-time, of course, but nevertheless he was on the look-out for married women from now on, who might be interested in the sort of proposition Mrs. Tracey could put up for them.
Just after he left Dapline went to the foot of the stairs and called out. A moment later a well groomed man in his mid-fifties came down.
"Has he gone, darling?" he asked.
Dapline smiled. "Yes, darling, he's gone. We have another cunt look-out working for us. T am sure this young whore master will find us plenty of the sort of talent we need."
Arthur Tracey patted his wife's cheek. "You have a habit of picking the winners, darling," he added. "I hope this young man comes up trumps for us. .I heard the sofa creaking and from the sound of it I knew you were giving him a fucking time. That's the best way to soften them up for the procuring line, isn't it? Give them a bite of the cherry first, and then put the proposition to them."
"It's never failed me yet, darling," Dapline smiled at her husband. "But I must go and have a rinse out. I felt he was giving me about a pint of his scum up my cunt. I shouldn't think he'd had a woman since he screwed Cilia last week."
The next time Mark saw Dapline was in the salon. He was busy with a youngster, a girl called Sue Granger, whose father had lots of money and paid for her to have any sort of expensive hair-do she wanted. One of the other senior dressers attended Mrs. Dapline Tracey and when she telephoned Mark later that evening he thought it was because he had not been able to see to her himself. This was not the reason for the call, though.
"That girl," Dapline asked. "The girl you were taking care of when I was in the salon, who is she?"
Mark thought for a moment. "Oh, yes, I remember. That was Miss Granger, she comes in about once every two weeks. Why do you ask?"
"I'm interested in her. You know what I mean, darling," Dapline replied.
"But she's only sixteen, didn't you realize how old she was?" He could not believe that Dapline would still be interested when he disclosed the girl's age.
"Yes, I guessed she was about sixteen dear, said Dapline. "I could use her."
"You don't mean you would . . . "
"Now don't act the innocent darling," Dapline cut in. "A lot of girls of her age and younger know what fucking's about, you know."
There was silence for a moment. Mark pictured What the rich father would say if he knew that plans were afoot to send the youngster on a blind date that would end up in bed fucking with some strange man.
"I know plenty of men old enough to be her grandfather who will pay very well to have her in bed with them, darling" he heard Dapline saying. She must have sensed how shocked he felt at her suggestion. "Mark darling, do you know how old I was when I first had it from a man? I was twelve, the man was fifty, and he was a close friend of my father. His big cock hurt, but I loved it, and I bet that little chick you are trying to protect will like it as well, darling."
The conversation continued for a few minutes. Mark made it quite clear he was willing and indeed anxious to steer some young married women into the clutches of Dapline but he was not going to be instrumental in getting a girl of sixteen procured for paid humping. Dapline could have made an issue of it, she could have gone on arguing, but she did not want to upset the young man to the point where he would not help her at all.
He would be as useful with other young women even if he did draw the line at sixteen-year-olds.
Sue Granger had been sitting on the bench in the park for about ten minutes when the man sat down beside her. She saw he was quite elderly, older than her father, she thought. He wasn't very tall, but he was heavily built, stocky and broad. He was very bald, except for a fringe of white hair, his face was full and his eyes were deep set but taking altogether he was not all that unpleasant to look at.
He smiled at her. "Nice day, isn't it?" he ventured to speak and to get her into conversation.
Several times she made to get up, but he thought of some other topic of conversation to keep her there, it was quite obvious he enjoyed talking to her, but she was well aware of the dangers that face young girls who encourage old men to speak with them in the park and at last she was able to make a polite word of goodbye and leave him gazing after her.
She thought very little about this encounter until a few days later when she was gazing into the window of one of the modern pop dress shops. A woman came and stood close to her, they admired the way-out garments together, it was natural that the youngster should express her wish to buy some of the expensive pieces and then went on to voice the opinion that her father would never pay for such trash and she would have to pay for any clothes of this sort out of her pocket money.
"That will take me ages," the girl muttered, and it was then that Mrs. Dapline Tracey played her trump card. She had been getting all the information she could about this pretty and very desirable sixteen-year-old. She introduced herself and then told the girl that she knew her name was Sue Granger. "I think I know a way you can get some extra money, my dear, enough to buy any clothes in that window if you want them."
The girl was fascinated. Mrs. Tracey went on, "I know a very lonely man, I think you met him in the park a couple of days ago, a very nice man, but a very lonely one as I say, and I am sure he would be only to happy to provide you with pocket money if he knew you would appreciate it. He has no family of his own, he would love to make believe you were his daughter and was giving you pocket money to make you happy."
Dapline waited to see that the reaction from the young girl was favorable. She was really excited at the prospect of getting some money apart from the allowance her father gave Mrs. Dapline Tracey went on, "I am giving a little party at my house tomorrow evening, dear, do you think you could come? Mr. Pinder will be there and you could meet him again, he would be so pleased to see you."
Dapline saw the girl thinking. The reply was what she hoped to hear. "My parents will be away tomorrow for a few days. I shall be able to please myself what time I get home. My aunt who lives with us will go to bed early, I could come to the party, Mrs. Tracey, if that is, you are really inciting me?"
"Of course, I am inviting you, dear," Dapline replied.
When young Sue Granger arrived at the imposing house where Dapline Tracey lived, and admitted her, she did not see any other guests.
Perhaps she was too early, perhaps they had not arrived yet. Dapline was pleased to see her, and was taking her through to another room. A man rose to meet them, she was introduced, this was an old friend of Dapline's a man much older than either Sue or Dapline but not so old as Mr. Pinder. The man poured out two drinks and handed one to the girl. The concoction looked like Coke, it was very cold. One glass was handed to Dapline who downed the contents in two gulps. She sipped at the glass, she was not used to drinking. It tasted like Coke as well as looked like it, but it was a coke from which the sparkle had gone, there was a bitter taste amid the usual flavor. A sort of thickness about the fluid, a tang to it she had never known before. When she had finished, the old man took the glass from her.
"Well, my dear," he chuckled. "How does that feel, eh? Did you like the little drink I mixed for you?"
She nodded.
He went on. "How does it make you feel . . . inside?"
She smiled at the old man, he seemed so overjoyed that she had drunk all his strange concoction, as if he had mixed it to have some wonderful magic effect on her. She had begun to feel a bit warm inside, she felt a bit dizzy. She was glad she was sitting on the soft low sofa affair, now a really warm glow spread through her tummy and her breasts, she found she wanted to relax, wanted to close her eyes.
She was dimly aware that the man was stooping and picking her legs up from the floor, he was laying her along the soft sofa. She was enjoying the feeling of soft luxury, it was like through a misty haze that she saw the face of the man looking in front of her own face, she could not see Dapline, she did not know where the woman was, all she could see was this man's face. Then he was kissing her lips, not a rough kiss, not even a very passionate kiss, but it thrilled her, excited her, he kissed her again and again, he kept on kissing her and she was aware that hands were gently undoing the front of her dress, this old man's hands were like busy beavers with her buttons, he had eased her dress well open, he was easing her up slightly so he could get his hands round her to get his fingers to the clasp of her bra. As if by magic her dress was gaping after being drawn down to her waist, her bra had been taken away from her, ripples of sensuous excitement went through her as this old man, this so gentle old fellow, placed his face close to her bared breasts, she loved him kissing her soft titties like that, she loved having his gentle lips sucking on her sensitive nipples.
The youngster lay with eyes closed, happy and relaxed as she had never been before. She felt his hands on her belly, one hand was trying to ease down into the waist of her opened dress. It was too tight, and as if this was excuse enough he was unzipping the dress completely, he was sliding her dress down, her mini slip went with the dress and almost without her being aware of the intimate handling she was losing her panties in the same deft fashion as she had lost her bra.
She felt a hand cover her most intimate spot, a warm kind hand settled full over her plumpish slightly haired cunt . . . oh how good that felt . . . she had never realized it could feel so wonderfully good when a man put his hands between her thighs. She realized that now the man was lying alongside her, he was as naked as she was. She had her nylons and shoes on, he had his socks and shoes on. She had not noticed his rapid undressing at all, and she had never known herself to be so wet down there between her cuntlips.
She was having her tingling greedy little cunny fingered and through a deep cloud she heard the man muttering, "Keep on relaxing, honey, you're going to give it to me now. You're going to have it, little darling."
She knew what he meant, the drug in the drink had not dulled her senses that much, but it had made her want this man to frig her . . . she wanted this to be happening to her . . . she was mounted by this man, he had quickly drawn a rubber over his erect cock, a rubber that had been conveniently placed under the edge of the sofa by a considerate Mrs. Dapline Tracey before she took their young guest into the room.
When he found the correct angle for entry, the old fellow puffed and panted and groaned until he forced his cock into her tight sweet, cunt of girlish warmth. He fucked the young drugged virgin with all the strength that was available to him . . . Sue Granger reached a new peak of enjoyment . . . she had never known that this sort of pleasure really existed. She had heard the expression "hitting the sky", well she was hitting the sky now, she was way above the clouds, she was in paradise . . . She was sorry when the man rolled off her. He kept one hand to her sopping twat, he fingered her while she lay panting and enjoying the aftermath of a really thorough fucking.
She was able to understand that some one else had come into the room, some one was looking down at her . . . She tried to focus her eyes.
It was difficult, she felt dizzy and wonderfully happy. The person who had come into the room was bending over her, a small tumbler was being held to her lips. .
"Drink this, my dear, it is another nice drink for you," the voice was kindly, quite elderly by the sound but persuading and coaxing. She eased herself into a half sitting position so that the contents of the glass would not spill. She saw that the small glass was filled to the brim with a greenish liquid; when she sipped it the taste was more like sweet sickly peppermint than anything else. When she had drained the glass it was taken out of her line of vision, she felt the urge to lay back, to close her eyes, but she did not close them, she did not have to, a wild tempestuous array of brilliant colors seemed to be chasing across her eyeballs. When she flicked her eyelids, black velvet and crimson flashes seemed to embrace her very pupils.
The man laying beside her and the unknown man leaning over her were fondling her naked titties, but she did not care, she loved the sensation she was getting. The wild colors increased in intensity, the feeling of excited pleasure increased . . . down between her legs she felt two hands feeling and exploring again. Each man had a hand down at her warm moist cunny, each man used his free hand to fondle her teats and to squeeze a nipple into his mouth.
The sixteen year old Sue Granger was seemingly drifting and wafting on a cloud of sheer ecstasy into a timeless dream. Once she suddenly awakened from her pleasurable trance by a sharp pricking on her arm. She looked through bleary eyes at the small dot of blood. She looked up and saw Mr. Pinder, the man she had come to this so-called party to talk to and cure his loneliness in exchange for her extra spending money. He was smiling kindly at her. He was just putting something back into a black leather bag. He wiped the small bead of blood from her arm with a tissue.
"What was that?" she mumbled. "That hurt me a little bit, what was it?"
"Nothing, dear, nothing at all," he reassured her. "Don't you worry your pretty head about a thing."
She felt the pin prick in her arm quite clearly now. It did hurt her, she wanted to sit up and look more closely at her naked arm, to inspect the punctured skin, but while she struggled to sit up a new and even more wonderful sensation spread through her body and to her mind. She just wanted to lay and relax, to enjoy to the very fullest extent this new wonderful sensual feeling. She forgot the pain in her arm.
Time meant nothing to the drugged youngster, the fact that she had been in that bedroom for more than twenty-four hours did not register with her at all.
She remembered being helped along to the bedroom several times by Mrs. Tracey, then she had begun to come round. She felt rotten and tired, she wanted another drink, one like she had had before, the one that had tasted of sweet peppermint and had made her feel so happy and relaxed in a way she had never known before.
She saw old Mr. Pinder come into the room. He had that black leather case with him. She sat up and tried to smile, but she felt sick and weak, she wished she could go home, but his first words put a completely different aspect on e-everything. He was promising her something that would make her feel just as she had felt when everything in her world had been highly colored and she had been so happy.
She saw him take out of the leather case a gleaming hypo-needle, he came and sat close to her on the sofa, took her slim bare arm in his free hand and half twisted it so that he could direct the needle to the soft underside just above her elbow. She felt a sharp crick in her flesh, that was the same feeling she had felt last time she had seen that black leather bag, and then the small bead of blood on her arm. Yes, there was the same sort of blood bubble. She watched him smear it way with his thumb. She began to feel better already . . . what a marvelous magic this man was able to work on her with that needle. She watched him put the gleaming affair back into the leather bag. He looked down at her. His face was less kindly now. His tone was more severe.
"Now my dear Miss Granger," he said slowly. "I think it is time that you and I became really close friends, don't you?"
PART THREE
CHAPTER One
A very good friend of mine was the Principal of a large boarding school for girls. I often accepted the invitation from him and his wife, who was the Matron, to stay with them.
I always took the most extreme delight in watching the girls as they played games, and swam in the large swimming pool that was owned by the school. Some of the girls were as much as sixteen or seventeen years of age, and had quite well grown up, mature figures, beautifully-shaped legs, and quite a few of them were the possessors of considerably, well-developed young breasts.
Often in the lounge of an evening, the girls would, perchance, by sitting in such a manner as to allow me a most exciting view of their legs. I can swear that on some occasions some of the girls were well aware that I was in the throes of "having a good look!", and would even go so far as to open their legs a little wider and offer me a smile as much as to say "Do you like what you can see?"
They would come over to me and bend down to talk to me, and I am certain that some of them had put on a particularly, low-cut dresses and loose brassieres so as to afford me a deliberate eye full of their luscious, exciting titties.
One day, I happened to be passing one of the bedrooms of which the door had been left open. A well and fulsome-built girl of about fifteen was just engaged in the act of pulling her dress up over her head preparatory to taking it off. It was caught somehow as she was doing so. She was only wearing a pink, satin brassiere and a pair of matching panties beneath it. Spotting me as I hesitated at the open doorway for a moment, she called out to me and asked me to help her disentangle herself.
I assure you that I did not require any second bidding to go to her aid in unhooking the dress for her.
She thanked me, and said:
"I hope you don't mind seeing a girl undressed like this!"
Her remark presented me with the opportunity of having a really good look. Her pink-satin brassiere was of the open-work kind, and her big luscious nipples were clearly visible as they poked out of the suitably-positioned holes. Her pink briefs were similarly-revealing, and through the transparent material I could clearly see the mass of bush-hair around her cunt.
Having thus enjoyed a most thorough look at her semi-clad figure, I assured her that I hadn't minded helping her at all, but I added that two things marred the completeness of my pleasure.
Naturally, she asked me:
"And what are they?" as if she didn't know.
I told her that I would have liked to see her without her brassiere and briefs, on the one hand, and that I wished the circumstances had been rather more private.
"Then why can't I come to your room this evening?" she asked. "It's only just a little way down the corridor, and no one will be about after ten o'clock! The other girls are always fast asleep by that time."
I was quick to agree to her suggestion, and told her to come straight into my room without knocking, and that I would expect her at ten o'clock that night!
Punctually at ten, the door of my room opened silently, and the girl came inside. She introduced herself as 'Beryl'!
She was wearing a thin dressing gown that was unfastened down the front to reveal a very delicate nightdress which was obviously, in no way designed to conceal its wearer, but rather to excite the imagination of any man who might be fortunate to see it, and encourage them to want a closer and more intimate look.
She turned, and then locked the door of my room before coming over to where I was sitting in an armchair.
She sat herself down on my lap, practically right on my cock, threw her arms around my neck and gave me a most sophisticated kiss. Meanwhile, my left arm went around her delectable body and my right hand had slipped up inside her nightdress to cup her soft, warm asscheeks.
After a few minutes of this lingering, passionate embrace, she twisted round still with her lips on mine and opened her legs wide, and at the same time, bringing up her left leg, thus causing her nightdress to fall back to her waist.
My hand came round, and after teasing her for a few minutes by tickling her moist cunt, I gave her a good finger-fuck which she obviously enjoyed in a most wholehearted manner, for she kept on kissing me passionately, and grunting and wriggling for all she was worth.
Then, suddenly, she relaxed.
"Ooooh! that was the most wonderful frigging-off my cunt's ever had!" she sighed deliciously.
She told me how much she loved to have her cunt played with by men. Apparently, her cousin used to do it for her when she was quite a little girl, and she rarely had the opportunity of having a man do it to her, as I had done, since the beginning of the term.
I asked her if the other girls ever used to do it to her, and she replied that most of them were afraid to let themselves go, and thought it very 'naughty'. She eagerly suggested that I might like to try to encourage some of the girls to do it to her. She expressed the opinion that they would only be too willing to do so, if they could once be made to experience just how nice it was to fool around with each other's cunts.
I told her that I would be only too pleased to do what she suggested, but that I did not know how I could possibly get well-enough acquainted with them, to instruct them.
This was the general substance of our conversation, and before she returned ot her own room, I reminded her of the fact that I had not yet seen her with her clothes off.
She stood up immediately, and slipped out of her dressing gown and nightie. She turned round and drew my attention to her large, firm titties and their prominent nipples.
She bent over to show off her lovely ass, and opened her legs wide to afford me a splendid view of her juicy cunt. Then she brazenly asked me if she came up to expectations. I had to answer truthfully, and assured her that she did so completely. She did indeed have a beautiful figure for a girl of her age.
We had a wonderful hour of screwing, then she put on her clothes and went back to her room. Before going, however, she made me promise to give her another dose of fucking on the following night!
"And I shall want to have a good suck at that prick of yours tomorrow, too!" she told me, before giving me a final, parting kiss of such passion that my lips were left burning.
As I passed Beryl in the corridor, the next day, she said:
"Good morning, Mr. Smith." Then whispered, "same time tonight, eh? . . . and be in your pajamas."
That night, sharp at ten o'clock, Beryl came into my room for the second time. I was sitting in my pajamas and dressing gown as she came into the room and advanced towards me. I stood up and lifted her nightdress right up over her head and off. Then she untied my pajamas, letting the trousers fall to the floor. She took off the rest of my night attire quickly, and then stood back to stare at my prick, which, naturally enough, was fully erect and stiff.
"My! What a lovely juicy prick you've got! I bet it'd stretch even my big cunt. Come on, let's try it and see!"
She threw some cushions onto the floor, then lay down on them with her arms reaching out and up to me, and her legs wide apart, with the knees raised high.
I was down on top of her like a shot. My prick slid fairly easily up her hot slippery cunt, which I found, to my surprise, was much bigger than I had imagined it would be.
I was frigging up and down furiously, and she had her hands on my asscheeks, pulling me closer to her.
She twisted her legs round my body, and really let herself go. She certainly was enjoying herself. I had to stop now and then, or I should have come too quickly, but in the end I shot the full load of my hot scum right up into her wriggling cunt. I was rammed in right to the hilt, but she only grunted with satisfaction, and through her breathless gasps muttered:
"Keep on fucking me please . . . Don't stop . . . I love it!"
Gradually my prick slid out of her well-lubricated cunt-hole, but she had still not had enough.
"Turn round and let me suck it dry!" she asked eagerly.
I turned round as she had bidden me, and let my prick slip into her wide open mouth.
She licked all the hot sperm and cunt-juice off it, and then started exciting my prick again by gently massaging it by means of her lips and tongue.
After a time, I shot a second load of hot scum into her mouth, but she didn't mind at all, and swallowed the lot.
"That's the nicest drink I know," she cooed, "I love drinking men's sperm."
All this time, my tongue had been busy licking all the twat-juice that was oozing out of her cunt one of the biggest, juiciest and most hairy that I had seen. It was hard to imagine that Beryl was only fifteen. She was certainly experienced, or else she was a natural-born fuck-devotee and I expect she will make dozens of men really happy before she is finished with her frigging career.
I doubt whether she will ever have enough of it, or know the meaning of full and ultimate satisfaction. She enjoys fucking as she enjoys nothing else as much, and she is to be envied, rather than pitied for having such an insatiable appetite for prick and lustfulness!
A few days after my visit from Beryl, my friend and his wife were called away. As his absence was likely to last for several weeks, he asked if I would do him the favor of assuming the duties and responsibilities of Acting Principal.
I saw in this opportunity, the prospect of improving the pupil's "education", so, without letting it appear that I was overeager, I agreed to do as he requested.
He suggested that I move into his own bedroom, and that the Assistant Matron move into his wife's room. He explained that there was a communicating door between the two rooms, and that there were bolts on both sides of it:
". . . So you'll be able to keep each other out!" He added in a half-joking manner, "that is . . . if you want to!"
I had often wondered why it was that my friend and his wife had separated rooms, and I soon discovered the reason.
The night prior to his departure, he gave me a key which, he said, unlocked the most interesting door in the school! In so doing, he pledged me to secrecy.
When he had gone, I moved my things up to his room, having, first of all, told Beryl where to come for her nightly "exercise". She had been along to my room every night and each visit had been a frigging repetition of the first delightful hump-session.
When I looked inside the large cupboard that the mysterious key opened, I was amazed to see eight or nine television screens. By operating a switch I was able to get closed-circuit television pictures of various rooms and locations throughout the school. These included the girl's toilets, the bathroom, the gym changing room and certain bedrooms, and other private areas where cunt was displayed.
There was one room with a .single, solitary bed in it. It looked like a mistress's bedroom. Another switch enabled the viewer to receive sound from any of the pictures being shown.
Very shortly, the Mistress came into her room with two girls. I was able to see that she was extremely angry. She had something in her hand. I switched on the sound, and heard her say:
"Lock the door and come over here. Now then, tell me exactly what you were up to in the bushes!"
"P-Please, Miss . . . " one of the girls stammered, "We're awfully sorry . . . b-but we just c-can't tell you . . . we're . . . we're too ashamed . . . r
"I saw one of you lying on top of the other, and you were jerking yourselves up and down, distinctly, why?"
"Please, Miss, one of the girls had given us a special pair of panties to give each other a thrill We didn't think it was wr-wrong . . . not until you caught us . . . that is . . . It was really very exciting and enjoyable . . . "
"Where are these panties, or briefs, now, "Please, Miss, Jackie's got them on, still."
"Show me . . . ! Take off your dress!"
The girl took off her frock. She was wearing a pair of tight rubber panties, with a stiff piece of hard rubber sticking out in front of them, like a big prick.
"What did you do then?" asked the Mistress whom I had recognized as the Assistant Matron. "You must show me, no matter how shy you may feel."
"Lie down, Wendy, please," said Jackie shyly (She was the girl wearing the rubber panties).
Wendy laid down, her legs wide open, and Jackie lowered herself so that the rubber prick was against Wendy's cunt. Wendy pulled open her cunt-lips, and the rubber prick sank slowly in . . . Then Wendy pushed up and down.
"That's enough . . . Quite enough!" the Mistress said. "All that is very disgraceful indeed! I intend to punish you both accordingly. Now, remove your clothes."
The two girls slowly began to undress. They hesitated when they got to their panties and brassieres, but with a little encouragement from Miss Evans, they were soon in a state of complete nakedness.
I must say that they were both very well-built, and I was becoming rather surprised at the physical development of the older girls at the school. Jackie's breasts were very soft, though large, but Wendy's were quite firm, and of equal magnitude.
Miss Evans made them stand back to back with their arms up. She fastened their hands to a clothes dryer, which she then pulled up until the girls were drawn up to their tip-toes by it.
She then got a strap, and used to to thrash each of the girl's naked breasts in turn. As each received the stinging strap over her titties, I could hear her cry of pain, and saw their bodies jerk.
After six strokes of the strap across the knockers of each girl, Miss Evans let them down. The look of relief on their faces was changed to surprise and fear when she then made them face one another.
She placed a wide belt, tightly round their waists, so that their bellies were squashed together.
Than she had them lie on the floor, tied their ankles to the dryer, and again hauled it up, so that they were suspended upside down, with their hands on the floor. She then pulled their legs wide apart, fastening them like that to the ends of the dryer.
She then went out of the room, leaving the girls in a turmoil of fright and wonder.
"What's she going to do."
"Is she going to fetch Mr. Smith."
"Wasn't that breast thrashing awful?" . . . "I don't know, it made me feel sort of funny, in a way . . . rather nice . . . something almost as nice as being fucked."
"Have you ever been fucked."
"Yes, once when I was fourteen, a cousin who was staying with us, came to my room when the others were all out."
"Was it nice."
"Yes, I enjoyed it, but I was rather frightened of having a baby! Otherwise, it was gorgeous."
A few minutes later, Miss Evans returned. She had a bunch of fresh, green stinging nettles in her hand.
"If you want to excite your little cunts . . . yes, I know the word for it. . . this will do nicely for you!"
She then commenced to stroke the insides of their thighs with them, until the nettles had made them very red. The girls were squirming as much as their bodies would allow, strapped together like that, upside down, on their hands.
Slowly, Miss Evans came nearer to their cunts until finally she rubbed the nettles right inside the cunt-lips. How those girls then screamed and squirmed and wriggled, but Miss Evans had not yet finished. She once again used the strap with telling-effect, right into the red, sore cunts of those two fifteen year olds.
When they were finally released, Miss Evans made the girls suck each" other's cunts in turn. She told them that this was for the purpose of "soothing" them.
The girls muttered how sorry they were, but Miss Evans made them confess that the stinging nettles caused them to want "something else". Could Miss Evans help them?
"I'll tell you something, now that you have had your punishments," said Miss Evans, and she went on to tell them how she, herself, loved to satisfy her sexual craving, and was only too glad of the opportunity of punishing them because it gave her great "satisfaction".
". . . There is nothing like a man's prick, of course, but they are not easily come-by, so instead, I often use a rubber truncheon, and I rub stinging nettles on my nipples and cunt to work myself up. Just to show that we are . . . I hope . . . friends after this, I will let you do to me, just what I have done to you. Would you like that?"
Needless to say, they both said "yes!" and the Assistant Matron quickly undressed.
The girls gasped aloud when they saw her beautifully-formed body. True to her word, she let the girls string her up, and strap her breasts and cunt.
She obviously enjoyed having the stinging nettles rubbed into her cunt.
When they had finished her "treatment", all three then sat on the settee, fondling each other's cunts. Before they went, they asked her if they could come again for some frigging fun, and she readily agreed.
"I shall be in the Matron's room tonight, and Mr. Smith will be next door."
"Wouldn't it be nice if he came in?" said Wendy.
"There is a double-locked door between our rooms, and I expect he will see that his side is locked," said Miss Evans.
That evening, I had a most thrilling time at the television screens. I had often heard of the goings-on at boarding schools but I was soon to realize that what I had heard, was but a small part of what went on. In the bathrooms, the girls would lie down in the bath and stick the spray nozzles in their cunts and also up their assholes. Others would fuck themselves with the plastic handles of brushes, while others got busy with finger-fucks.
I switched on the sound, and heard one girl telling the others how she used to see her stepfather fucking her mother regularly, and how, one day, they caught her peeping at them. Her mother told her that she would have to suck her step-father's prick when it came out of her cunt. She had to lay down between her mother's legs and, as her step-father was drawing it out, she had to start licking it and put his dick in her mouth as soon as it emerged.
She then had to suck her mother's cunt.
The mother knelt over her face so that her step-father could get up the girl as she lay on her back. That was the first time she had been fucked. She was only eleven years old at the time, but after that, she had asked if she could join in every time that her step-father and mother were having a fuck session!
She told how she had always enjoyed every minute of it, and how, if her mother was away, she would ask her step-father to let her take her mother's place in his bed with him.
She invariably started off by taking hold of his prick, frigging it in all manner of speeds and ways, and then changing to her mouth in order to tongue and suck his prick.
She was now fourteen, and showed the girls proudly, just how big and well-developed her cunt was, by getting one of the awed spectators to push her clenched fist right inside it.
She openly boasted that there wasn't a man's prick big enough to stretch her cunt.
Even as she gave out with this challenging statement, I mentally promised myself that one day, if the opportunity presented itself, I would put her challenge to the test, and try to stretch her cunt with my own prick!
As things were going so far, this seemed a certain prospect!
CHAPTER Two
That evening after tea, I asked Miss Evans to come to my study which was situated alongside my bedroom I seemed to get considerable pleasure from referring to it as MY study. It was a grand feeling to be acting Principal of a girl's boarding school!
As I sat waiting for Miss Evans, I looked into the private files, and discovered many interesting facts about the pupils. On several cards were remarks like; "Double dose-Punishment 'a'. "
"Warned the next offense will mean Punishment 'D'". I decided that Miss Evans would be called upon to explain these cryptic remarks.
When she came in, I noticed that she was wearing a very tight dress, cut quite low, which accentuated the plumpness of her breasts, and also showed her big, rounded asscheeks most prominently. The dress was so short that, when she sat down in the armchair, the skirt rode up over her knees. Then, when she leaned back in the chair, the top part of her breasts were showing most clearly. She made no attempt to cover up her knees, although she must have been aware of my glances, and she obviously intended for me to see her intimately, and want to see further.
Little did she know that I had already seen all that she had to offer, but I was desirous of getting my hands on that most gorgeous body of hers, especially her hairy cunt, just as freely as I had used my eyes on it recently.
"I believe you had trouble with two of the girls, this afternoon, Miss Evans," I said. "As I am acting Principal, I would like to know about any offenses and punishments which might have been necessary."
Miss Evans blushed, and tried to get out of explaining, but in the end, my persistence forced her to supply a brief account of what the girls had done, but she did not mention anything a-bout the punishment.
"Why were they in your room for so long?" I asked.
At last she was obliged to tell me how she had punished them, although she left out all mention of the stinging nettles and of her own participation.
I asked her what had given her the idea of hanging them upside down with their legs wide open and why she had thrashed their breasts.
"When did you discover that stinging nettles cause sexual excitement?" I asked her.
"My uncle told me about it, when I was a-bout fourteen years old. He had commented a-bout my shapely tits, when we were alone one day, and promised to give me a lovely feeling if I would let him have a look at them. The nettles excited me so much, that when he then suggested that it was far nicer feeling to have them between my legs, I let him take my panties down, and use the stinging nettles between my thighs."
"And you enjoyed it so much that you have done it to yourself regularly, ever since?" I asked.
She then had to admit that this was true, and I went on talking about it until I could see that she was becoming really very horny.
She didn't know where to put her legs, but kept crossing and uncrossing them.
Her dress was gradually going higher and higher, but she paid no attention to this.
"When was the last time that you had it?" I asked her, and she came out with the whole story.
"Never mind how I know, but I did, and I wanted you to tell me the whole story yourself. How would you like another dose of hot fuck from me?" I suggested.
She replied to the effect that it would be much more satisfying to have it from a man, and that she had no objection!
I went over to her, and pulled out her luscious breasts, which still bore the marks left by the strap. Then I pushed up her frock and put her legs over the arms of the chair, so that her moist hot cunt was opened up beautifully.
She wore no panties. "It is more easily accessible without them," she explained.
I had already prepared some nettles, and got them from the cupboard, I stroked her breasts with them. I kept an eye on her cunt, which soon became dripping wet. After a little while, I changed the scene of the operation, and started on her cunt itself. I had only been rubbing the nettles into her cunt for about a couple of minutes, when she called out:
"I can't stand it any more . . . ! Please . . . P-Please stick your lovely prick in!" Then added, "I'm all hot and open."
This was just what I had expected, and had been waiting for. My prick was as stiff as it could be, with all that beautiful cunt open and inviting me. I opened my trousers, and she grabbed as my prick sprang into view.
"What a whopper! This cock should really give me a thrill!" she cried out, as she steered it towards her throbbing cunt. I rammed it in as hard as I could, with a vicious lunge of my loins.
She kept on pleading for me to push harder and deeper. She gave herself over to enjoying herself as much as she could.
She had her spasm at the climax of her enjoyment and then I shot my sperm into her eager cunt which she had been waiting for so passionately.
As usual, Beryl arrived precisely at ten o'clock. She locked the door, and immediately slipped off her nightdress, and came over to "me.
She knelt down in front of me, took out my prick and started to stroke it. Very soon, she had it in her mouth and was sucking it as hard as she could.
The communicating door was behind her, and she was unaware of Miss Evans opening it. I knew that she would not be satisfied just with sucking it, and sure enough, she soon released me, lay back on the floor, and said:
"Hurry up . . . ! My cunt just can't wait to have its nightly stretch!"
I took off my clothes, and lay down on top of her. Just as we were getting really excited, Miss Evans came over to us and said:
"This is a pretty sight! Beryl, you should be in your bed, and you, Mr. Smith, should be thoroughly ashamed of yourself!"
Beryl did not see the wink that Miss Evans gave me.
After teasing Beryl for a while, Miss Evans said:
"It's alright, Beryl, I enjoy it too, as Mr. Smith will tell you. He was fucking me vigorously, only a half-an-hour ago."
. "Yes," I said. "But you didn't take your clothes off, as Beryl does."
Miss Evans soon remedied that, and I had my first complete view person to person of her beautiful body.
She was well-built and had lovely, soft asscheeks, and large, firm breasts, with nipples that stood out firm and erect. Her belly was very hairy. They asked me to say who had the best cunt, so I told them to sit down, with legs up over the arms of the chairs. They then pulled open their cunt-lips, wide. After a really close inspection, during which I finger-fucked them both, I chose Miss Evans as the best, but I told Beryl that she must still visit me each night. It was eleven o'clock and I sent Beryl to bed.
She was very reluctant to go, and said: "I suppose you are going to have another nice hump," to Miss Evans. In reply, Miss Evans said that she did not wish to be cross after the lovely time we had all had, but she warned Beryl not to be disobedient and impertinent.
She promised that Beryl should have plenty of frigging fun in the future.
With that, Beryl left. Then Miss Evans and I settled down to a long chat about the girls. I told her of how Beryl had asked me to 'educate' some of the more modest girls.
Miss Evans and I decided that punishments must be increased, and should be of a kind that would sexually stimulate the girls, as well as punish them.
We mutually agreed upon a plan of campaign, and decided that we would start in the morning, and that all punishments should be administered, only when I was present, and able to either watch or participate.
I knew that in Miss Evans, I had found a perfect associate!
The following morning Miss Evans brought two, twelve-year-old girls to me.
"I found these two girls peeping into the Prefect's room while they were changing. Will you deal with them please? I would suggest Punishment 'A'. "
Being junior girls, they were wearing blouses and skirts. I told them to remove their blouses, and they immediately hung their heads as they slowly complied with my order. I stared, deliberately at their brassieres, while they stood before me in shame. I then asked them if there was anything inside their brassieres. In a whisper, and after much goading from me, they replied "Yes, Sir."
"Well show me then!" I ordered. "Come a-long, hurry up, or it'll be all the worse for you."
My severe tone made them obey, and take off their brassieres, but they immediately put their hands across, to cover their naked titties.
"Now put your hands on your head!" I ordered. Extremely reluctant, they nevertheless obeyed, and their faces blushed a vivid scarlet.
I then took four clothes pegs, of the spring variety, and clipped them onto their nipples. The girls squealed with pain, and started to move their hands down. I was quick to warn them, in a most stern manner, that any further unordered movement on their part, would result in additional punishment. I then started to pull on the clothes pegs, stretching out heir little breasts.
"P-Please, Mr. Smith . . . Sir . . . " one of the girls cried out. "It hurts terribly . . . "
To which I replied:
"It is meant to, but, as you have stood reasonably still, I shall kiss your nipples instead."
I took off the pegs, and sucked their little titties, fondling them and squeezing them as I did so. They both were obliged to agree, after I had spent some little time convincing them of the fact, that it was a pleasurable experience to have their breasts sucked and fondled, and even worth the pain that they had had to suffer, in order to have their breasts dealt with. I told them that there were many even nicer things that would happen to them when they had learnt not to be so shy.
Some thirteen-year-old girls were the next to be brought into my study. Miss Evans informed me that they had been very hateful and spiteful to one of the other girls in their class.
"I think that that is most serious an offense, Miss Evans," I said. "It is bad for young girls to be 'catty'. Now then, as 'cats' have tails, I think that tails should be provided for them to wear, don't you?"
She agreed, and I asked her to fetch some lavatory brushes. We had some with fat, plastic handles, and Miss Evans soon returned with six of them, one for each girl!
I told the girls to get down on "all-fours". I found it quite amusing to see the six girls side by side like that. They were to find my next words of command, very surprising.
"Lift your frocks!" slowly, one by one, the frocks were raised, showing, six big asses in blue gym panties.
"Will you start at that end, while I start pulling their panties down from the other?" I asked Miss Evans.
We each bared three asses, and slipped the panties right off.
"Now rest your heads on your hands, on the floor, and get your knees as wide apart as possible."
Six asses stuck up in the air, with six cunts showing quite clearly. Then Miss Evans and I took three brushes each, and inserted them deeply in the anal passages of the girls. They shrieked with agony as the brush-handles were inserted, but, as they got used to it, they began to groan softly. I made them crawl around with the brushes sticking out like this, looking like tails Miss Evans thought it very funny indeed, and suggested that they be made to stand up and remove their frocks.
They were then made to walk about like that. Their faces were scarlet with blushes. One of the girls let her brush slip out from her asshole, so I made her stand with legs wide apart, and bend down to touch her toes. I then scrubbed her gaping cunt with the brush itself before I rammed it back up her ass again. It was a good object lesson, and the other five girls took great care not to let their own brush handles slide out of their assholes. I warned them that any further misbehavior of a similar nature, would result in their having to go about for an entire day with a brush handle stuck up their asses.
A little later, Miss Evans brought in the girl whom I had heard boasting about the size of her cunt. Miss Evans was passing the toilet when she had heard the girl saying:
"I'm pushing a cucumber up my cunt. I wish it was Mr. Smith's prick. I bet he has a big one!"
I decided to have the girl tell me about it in her own words. Although she was so brazen in front of the other girls, it was a very different matter for her to tell someone of the opposite sex about intimate matters, particularly when she had no idea as to how he would react. In addition, Miss Evan's presence made the task even harder for her.
She was blushing scarlet as she stammered out her explanation. I then asked Miss Evans to undress the girl. She knew exactly how the girl was feeling, so she deliberately performed the undressing in a slow and calculated manner.
As she pulled the dress up, and I gradually saw the girl's plump thighs, I said:
"Those thighs look very inviting for a caning! . . . Quite soft and fleshy! They shouldn't shake like jelly when the cane strikes those lovely rounded asscheeks."
She had only got her brassiere and panties on, but before these were removed, I made her bend over, put her arms over her head, and walk up and down. I made her take off her brassiere, .to exhibit the huge balloon-like breasts she had. Then she again had to posture herself for me. The breasts wobbled from side to side as she walked, and hung down when she bent over. I slapped them, and made them swing from side to side.
I then made her take her panties down. She stood with her back to me. I knew that I would see her belly in a minute, and I took the opportunity to study her plumpish ass, and the hairy crack between her cheeks.
Miss Evans and I, turned the table upside down, and strapped the girl's ankles to two of the upturned legs. There was a bar round the table, which served, ideally, to stop her from bending her knees. Then we made her bend over, and tied her wrists to the other two legs. This placed her in a position where her sizeable knockers were dangling, and where her legs were wide open to give a full view and access to her hairy
"You're proud of your body, aren't you, Susan?" I asked her. ?
"Yes sir, I am," she replied in a meek manner.
I put my hand on her cunt, and found it all wet and inviting. "And you think 'this' would win a prize, don't you?"
"What do you mean, sir?" she asked, not knowing, of course, that I had overheard her boasting.
"You don't think that any man has a prick big enough to stretch it, do you?"
"I don't know who told you, but I did not say that, sir. My uncle told me that I have the widest cunt he had ever seen and he has fucked lots of girls black ones as well!"
Miss Evans started inspecting it, and we agreed that Susan's cunt was undoubtedly a huge one.
I told her that she ought to have some fun too, so she then clipped pegs on Susan's nipples, and sat underneath the girl's spread-eagled body, pulling on them. But she was not going to miss seeing me fuck Susan. She had her head right under Susan's precious cunt.
I had to admit that it was very easy going, but I nevertheless did stretch it a bit, as I have an unusually big prick. It made Susan give an involuntary "Oh!" as I rammed it right home with vicious, stabbing jerks, and shot my scum right up into her twat.
I think Susan really enjoyed it, but she could not let herself go, as she was fastened so firmly, was stretching and pinching her nipples.
Before we released Susan, Miss Evans sucked the mixed scum and cunt-juice off my prick. She had no intention of missing such a nice 'cocktail'.
After this, we both carried out a few punishment strokes, Miss Evans with the cane, and I with the strap, standing astride Susan's shoulders and using her soft, juicy crack as a target. With the strap, I was able to sink right into the crack, so that the end of the leather came round to the hairy belly.
When, eventually, we released her, Susan did not want to get dressed. She declared that she had enjoyed her punishment, and that it had given her cunt a most wonderful and exciting feeling.
"Please, Miss Evans, and Mr. Smith, don't think I'm being impertinent, but I feel so elated, that I simply want this to happen again and a-gain, and never end."
"If I am always to be punished like this, I shall want to be naughty often."
It was hardly a suitable comment for a miscreant to have made, but I was content in the knowledge that my prime intention had been accomplished.
Susan thanked me for her lovely fuck, and confirmed the fact that she had now found , . prick that would stretch her cunt. Although she was only fifteen years of age, she said that she had kept a record of the number of times she had been fucked with a brief account of where by whom in what position, and any other salient remark.
She said that this instance was No. 187 in her list, she could honestly say that it was different from the others.
The least I could do after such a compliment was to lick her cunt clean of all oozing juices.
She then begged me to let her suck my prick, so that she could get a mouthful, or even a taster, of my sperm.
I sat down, and she knelt in front of me. She made sure that she got every drop of scum before she finally arose and stood in front of me, her hairy cunt in front of my face. I gave it a kiss, putting my hands around her, to clasp her plump asscheeks.
Then, rather reluctantly, she got dressed a-gain, and just before she went from the room, she said:
"Bye, bye! And if I am a good girl, instead of a naughty one, will you give me more of what I have just had, as a reward?"
CHAPTER Three
Miss Evans and I found that our punishments were taking up too much of our time, and I suggested that we had better instruct the Prefects in the use of the various instruments for punishment.
That evening, I called Shelia, Yvonne, Doreen, Peggy, Ann and Mary into my study. Miss Evans was also present, of course.
I told them that I was going to ask them to help us by dealing with some of the minor offenses. They said that they would only be too glad to do so, as some of the girls were inclined to take a disrespectful attitude towards them. I said that it was always better for any Prefect who was dealing out punishment, to have another person present, in case the offender made false accusations and also, as was sometimes necessary, to help in the posturing of an offender.
In order that they should know just what to do, I proposed that I should give each of the Prefects, a sample of the punishments they would be expected to give. Naturally, they did not seem to like the idea, but Miss Evans said:
"Really, girls, I think that, although you may get a little pain and embarrassment from being punished yourselves, I can also assure you that you will get no end of a kick out of it. I know, Mr. Smith has already seen me have the full treatment, and I know that he will have a special prize for the one of you who does the best both in taking, and in giving, the treatment."
That seemed to satisfy them, but they still blushed furiously as I told them to take their dresses off. As Senior girls, they were allowed to wear adult garments, and most of the underwear that they had on, was flimsy and transparent.
They were then made to touch their toes, and I gave them just one stroke each across their firm asses.
"Now," I said, "it is your turn. Three of you take these canes, and give your partner three strokes, but first of all, make her lower her panties!"
It was lovely to see the girl's faces as they looked at their pals lowering their panties and bending over. The first stroke was only a tap, so I made them hit harder. You could see by their faces that they were beginning to enjoy dishing out punishment.
"Now change round," I told them. I laughed when I saw the three who had received their punishment pull up their panties.
"Why bother?" I asked them. "We've already had a good view." However, they said that it made them feel easier. There was no need to tell them about how to whack. They gave their pals three lovely strokes each. You could see how much they were enjoying this getting their own back after being thrashed.
Now that punishment will be for smaller offenses lateness for class having dirty panties want you to inspect panties every day when you see a girl going to the toilet having uncombed hair, and such like."
I told them that the next set of offenses were more serious, and must, therefore, be punished severely.
If a girl was guilty of the same offense twice, she must receive the stricter punishment. Any girl caught writing, reading or saying bad language, or telling dirty stories, would also be punished severely.
"What is it?" They asked, rather afraid and, I think, still very shy, although I sensed that there was also a thrill of anticipation from having had some satisfaction from their first experience of punishment lessons.
We turned the table over and tied Mary in the position that Susan had occupied the day before. Miss Evans lay down underneath, fastened the clothes pegs to the nipples. We had already made Mary take off her brassiere and panties, of course, Mary said:
"Oh! that does hurt. I can't bear it!" But in a little while, she had got used to it. In fact, she had other things to think about. I stood astride her shoulders and took a whip, which incidentally had a short, stubby, leather covered handle, nearly two inches thick.
The first lash went across her buttock and inside her right thigh. The second went across her left buttock and left leg, and the third went curling right into the wide crack, and seemed to cuddle the cunt as the end stung her soft, tender twat.
She yelled I don't know whether from pain or enjoyment, or perhaps a bit of both, for I felt sure that she was beginning to get worked-up.
"Now, Mary, it's your turn. Who are you going to give that punishment to?"
"Peggy, please." So Peggy was duly stripped, tied to the table, and whipped. Miss Evans insisted on looking after the nipples, seeing that they were properly pinched and pulled. Each of the six girls took their turn and received the treatment. But Yvonne, who was last, asked:
"Who am I going to deal with? They've all had a dose."
Miss Evans was a real sport, and came to the rescue. She offered herself, and got undressed immediately.
The girls gasped in admiration when they saw her naked body. It was a peach! "but where did you get all those marks?" they asked her, seeing the welts left by the strap previously.
"That's just another part of the full treatment," she said with a laugh. "Mr. Smith will show you, later if you like. It makes you feel lovely."
Each of the girls seemed to give her victim a little harder strokes than she herself had received, and I could see that the six girls here were ready for anything I could teach them. Miss Evans had the worst treatment of all, from Yvonne, but she was enjoying it so much and getting so excited, that she told Yvonne to give her another six on the cunt. Mary had chosen the job of nipple-pinching, and was really tugging at them!
Before releasing Miss Evans, I told the girls to finish off the job, and give to themselves some extra pleasure, they could push the whip handle in the offender's cunt. To demonstrate, I rammed it right up Miss Evans' cunt.
"Now watch her wriggle," I told them, and started pushing it in and out. She was already horny, and this excited her tremendously.
"Let me free, and fuck my cunt properly," she pleaded. "Give the girls a treat and let them see the real thing."
The girls untied her, and she lay down on her back with her legs wide open, ready.
"Undress, Mr. Smith," she told the girls. Although they were Senior girls, they had never before seen a man's prick, and they got a big surprise when it popped out all stiff and throbbing.
"Gather round, girls, and see the most wonderful experience I know of."
It was the first time I had fucked a girl with an audience of virgin cunts watching me. When it was over, Miss Evans said:
"Now, the right thing is for Mr. Smith to suck all the juice from my cunt and thighs, and for me to suck his prick clean of the sperm. But if you would like to do it instead, we will let you on this occasion."
Doreen knelt over Miss Evans, and seemed to enjoy the taste of clearing up there, while Ann came over and knelt over my shoulders, and leaned over to get my prick into her mouth. She had realized how my dick-head could be massaged at the same time, and she gave me a most wonderful suck-off. It was obvious too, that she would have liked me to play with her cunt. She had purposely knelt that way, so as to open her cunt for me to see. I gave her a good finger-fuck, and she was soon giving herself to the full enjoyment of having her cunt stretched and massaged. There was a most wonderful flow of her cunt-juice, and she said:
"Now you ought to suck me."
Time had passed so quickly, that I had to tell them that we would have to continue with the lessons another day.
"But what about that special prize?" They asked, "who gets it?"
Miss Evans told them that I would give one of them a proper fuck, if she wanted it.
"Oh, please," they said, "it must be a wonderful thrill, judging by the way you have enjoyed it, Miss Evans."
Miss Evans pointed out that a man can't have a large number of fucks in one evening, and that I could only hump with one of them at that time. We decided that it was Yvonne who had won the prize, as she had given out the best treatment. She was overjoyed at the idea, but the others were so obviously disappointed at losing their chance, that they begged to be allowed to have the experience another day. This was agreed, and they all insisted upon remaining to see Yvonne have her first fuck.
She was rather on the tight side, and didn't take my big prick too easily, but she wanted it so badly, and worked so hard for it, that after persevering, I managed to slide my prick all the way in, and commenced to jerk it in and out.
"Oh, this is lovely. I never knew such a beautiful feeling existed. Push harder . . . ! I feel as if I want you to split my cunt open . . . ! Further . . . further . . . " She went on.
When I spurted my hot sperm home, she was overcome with pleasure, and clung to me madly, kissing me fervently and with passion.
Sheila sucked her dry, and Doreen got in first, to suck my prick. They were all eager for the job. Sheila was hoping for a finger fuck too, as she knelt over me, just as Ann had done before.
It was ten o'clock and I knew that Beryl would be arriving at any moment, so I made them dress, and go, and I promised them another session on the following evening.
When they had all left my room, I sat down thinking over all that had happened that evening, as I waited for Beryl to arrive. Six virgins, the experienced, lovely Miss Evans, and I had most certainly taken part in an evening such as none of us would ever forget. The fact that it was just the first of many more, left my balls tingle and my prick throb!
CHAPTER Four
That night, Beryl was on time as usual, I told her that I had a lot of work to do, and asked her if she would just have one straight fuck. I promised to give her an extra one another night to make up for it.
Thus, ten minutes later, I was able to have a good look at the television screens! I was expecting some interesting things to see and hear in the Prefect's room, and I was not disappointed!
The girls were just coming back from the toilets where they had been washing and cleaning their teeth before going to bed. As they started to get undressed, Yvonne said:
"I wish Mr. Smith was here. It's funny, but this evening I was most awfully shy when we bent over and lifted our skirts. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. Now, I don't mind what he sees of me, or what he does to me."
"Tell us about the fuck," Mary said. "We know you enjoyed it, but tell us how it felt." Mary was red-haired, and she was combing the curly masses of red bush-hair covering her belly up to the navel. I decided that she would be the next one on my list.
Yvonne said that she had expected, right from the first stroke, to feel ashamed and in pain, but somehow the whole thing had got steadily better, and she had become anxious for the next act.
"When Miss Evans and Mr. Smith said that I was the prize-winner . . . " said Yvonne, "I could feel all my inside go wet, as if someone had turned a tap on. I had never had a prick inside me, and I was afraid that my cunt would just not be as wide as I could.
"As the knob of his prick touched the inside of my cuntlips, I felt a most gorgeous feeling, as though my cuntlips were giving the prick a loving kiss. His body came down on mine, and I could feel his hairy belly crushing me. His chest was squashing my breasts, but that too, added to my desire to take his prick as deeply into my belly as I could.
"His hands were caressing my face while all the time he was kissing me passionately, pushing his tongue into my mouth. Then his hands came down over my body and round onto my ass."
As she told the tale to the eagerly-listening quintet, Yvonne was passing her hands caressingly over her body, demonstrating what had happened.
"I expect you can see the marks where he was pinching my asscheeks."
She bent over to let them inspect her ass, and I could see my finger marks clearly.
"It's impossible to describe the feeling when he started pushing his prick in and out. Each push took him a little further into my twat, which it seemed to be stretching so terribly much. Then came two or three violent jerks, and I felt as if my belly would split if he didn't stop soon. But all the time, the most wonderful feeling made me try to get my cunt down further onto his prick.
"Then I felt his hot scum shooting out inside me, with a strange, indescribable tickling sensation. One of the things I have learnt this evening, is that I shall never mind having a man's prick up my cunt. In fact, the more pricks I can have, the better I shall enjoy it.
"Mmmmmm, even talking about it, makes me simply ache for something more inside me. I must have something up my cunt . . . what is there?"
One of the girls held up a bunch of bananas, and encouraged by Yvonne's suggestion, the six girls each took possession of a banana, and pushed it into their cunts. I noticed that Sheila and Ann had a little difficulty, and I made a mental note that their cunts would be adequately stretched to a more suitable size, before long.
Just as I was engrossed at looking at the six Prefects, all lying on their backs, and pushing the bananas up their cunts, Miss Evans came into my room unexpectedly, and surprised me.
"So that's the big secret," she exclaimed. "What a wonderful idea. I had no idea that the Principal was the sort of a man to get a thrill this way. Now I see how you knew what happened in my room with Wendy and Jackie."
She blushed as she realized just how much I must have seen, which she had not told me.
"Never mind," I said. "It provided us with a good introduction. I have seen more of you, and of some of the girls than you can imagine, and it was good to know that you were the 'right' kind of girl. After what I saw on the screen, I knew that you would go to the very limit."
"Yes, I have always been eager for as much fucking as I could get, but mostly I've had to enjoy myself in my own company. That is why I became Mistress in a girl's boarding school. It gave me the chance to see their lovely little bodies."
"Little bodies?" I asked. "Some of them have bigger breasts than you, and Beryl's cunt is quite comparable to your own, and that, I think you will agree, is quite a high standard."
She explained that she had meant the younger girls. She told how she enjoyed seeing the girls gradually getting fuller breasts. She told how she liked to compare her own large breasts with theirs, and explain that one day, theirs too would be as fully-developed. She would show them how to pinch their nipples, and 'milk' their breasts, to show them the exercises to make them grow. She was also fascinated by the gradual growth and spread of their bush-hair. We continued to chat about the girls, as we looked at the screen.
Miss Evans had undressed and was sitting on my lap as I sat there in my pajamas. She was playing with my prick, and I was fingering her cunt all the time.
That night, I suggested that it would be easier if we went to bed together. She readily agreed, but we left the communicating door open just in case anyone should knock at her bedroom door.
Side by side we lay, cuddling each other, our lips together and my prick between her legs. We were both well worn-out by our repeated sexual exertions of the day, and fell asleep quickly!
In the morning we were still in the same position, but as soon as we were both properly awake, the warmth of the bed caused her to turn over on her back and open her legs wide. T turned and lay on her.
My prick slid slowly into her moist inviting cunt, and before long, we had both enjoyed the first fuck of the day. Unfortunately, we could not linger long, as we had our work to get on with.
That day, I went out and bought six, long, thick rubber truncheons, and in the evening, when the Prefects came to my room, I gave them one each.
"These should be far more satisfying than bananas!" I said. "They are thicker, longer, and will not squash!"
"What do you mean?" They asked, but their blushes amply showed that they knew my meaning well as they pondered as to how I had come to know of their nocturnal activities. I would not enlighten them, of course, but Miss Evans told them that it was as well that they had used unripe bananas, as ripe ones would have made their cunts very messy. Besides, it was a waste, unless one of the others had sucked it out.
I told the Prefects that I would like them to use the truncheons to test the size of every girl's cunt. I said that there were lots of girls who were too shy, and, as a result, were missing a lot of fun in life. Remembering what they themselves were like, the evening before, they agreed. I said that I wanted them to get every girl over twelve years of age to their room. They were to be told to take off their skirts and panties, and to kneel on two stools set eighteen inches apart. If they refused they were to be made to strip naked or the Prefects could do this for them
and their hands tied to a hook in the ceiling, and then be made to kneel as before. She could then have a few strokes of the cane across her ass, which would be nice and protuberant in that posture, and a few across her breasts. As an alternative, she could have pegs clipped onto her nipples, if they were big enough.
One of the Prefects was then to push the truncheon up the girl's cunt, shoving it up and down to see that it worked easily I told them to share out these duties as they saw fit.
After this, I told them to all get stripped. I have never seen girls strip so quickly. They did not waste a single moment and were soon all standing stark naked, either pushing out their titties, or holding their cunts open wide. They all wanted to be the first to receive my prick.
With Miss Evans' help, I had the six girls adopt an "all fours" position, side by side on the settee, with their legs parted and their asscheeks well out-thrust. I stripped myself naked, and watched with throbbing impatience, as Miss Evans went from one to the other, raising their skirts and lowering their panties until there were six, plump, delicious pairs of asscheeks facing my rampant prick, and six pairs of oozing cuntlips visible between six pairs of parted thighs.
I took a deep breath, and hoped that I would be man enough to go through with my ambitious intention.
Mary gave a soft moan, and shivered suddenly as I brought my prick tip against her cunt from behind. She gasped and swayed forward towards the back of the settee as I eased my loins forward with steady pressure, to slowly sink my prick into her tight lovely cunt, to its very hilt. She was breathless and tense as I penetrated, then she broke into a madly-frenzied series of vigorous contortions as I began to thrust and withdraw with even rhythm.
When I did eventually shoot my scum into her, spattering her belly with its hot creamy thickness, she broke into convulsive jerking, then with a moan, she collapsed onto the settee, semiconscious after her first experience of a fucking by a man-sized prick.
Miss Evans held Doreen steady, and used her fingers to hold the girl's cuntlips open as I dealt with the second of the sextet. I managed to fulfill my hump intention without too much difficulty.
And so I continued, having to persevere and use my strength in an economic manner in order to complete the six fucks, one after the other.
It was a fitting initiation to the inclusion of the six Prefects into my plans. There were a-bout six weeks left before the Principal was due to return. I intended to use every minute of it with care.
The thought that my freedom of hump action would cease in six weeks time was amply compensated by the fact that what the television cupboard had told me about the Principal's cunt-viewing habits, suggested that an alliance between us 'would be a distinct possibility.
And so, indeed, did it turn out. My position changed from the temporary one of Acting Principal, to Deputy Principal, and I settled down to a permanent part of the school life, with such completeness and happiness, that I wished for nothing else but to remain as I was, and constantly have young girls available and accessible to me . . . both for watching and for humping!
PART FOUR
CHAPTER One
"Oh! . . . yes . . . what fun, I like fuck . . . it's so easy, isn't it?" she panted as she enthusiastically fucked herself on me. "I . . . Oh . . . " she gasped faintly, "it's making me . . . come . . . H-hold m-m-me."
I clasped her slim body in my arms and held her against me, then rose to my feet. She was so light, I let her own weight settle her, one hand lightly supporting her under the ass, so that she hung on me, fully impaled, her uptilted cunt making it easy. Holding her clasped against me, with her slim arms wrapped around my neck, I walked slowly about the cellar, the movement of my cunt, her legs dangling helplessly she gave little moans, her small face flushed and her eyes rolling.
Then I made for the steps.
"Where you goin', " she asked in alarm as I began climbing.
"UP . . . out there . . . "
"No," she cried, "somebody might see us . . . "
"There's nobody to see us," I was half way up, I lowered her gently to the step above the one I was standing on. "It's musty down there . . . I'm naked too, if I'm not scared of being seen, why should you?"
"You go first, then and have a look," she said, moving aside to let me pass. I went on up and emerged in time to see Lucy dodge behind a tree. I climbed over the bricks, then called out and Tillie emerged, crouching, one hand covering her cunt and her arm across her chest. She peered round fearfully and I began to walk towards a small clearing, she gave a cry and ran after me, caught my arm and clung to it.
Reaching the patch of sunlit grass, which was well-screened by shrubbery, I sat down and pulled her down beside me, then made her lie down and open out her legs, I lay down between her legs, resting on my elbows and, with my thumbs I brushed apart the wet, spunky lips inside her cunt, apart. The strong sunlight brought out the deep coral color of the flesh and the darker red congestion around her vagina. I moved my head so that the heat of the sun could get at it and watched the glistening sheen dull as the air and heat dried it out.
The girl lay quite still, gazing up at the canopy of branches and leaves, she was smiling faintly, and now seemed quite contented.
After a while I asked her:
"Where are your 'things', Tillie?"
"Down there, hidden," she said.
"Will you fetch them here and show me?"
"Yes," she drew her legs together and sprang up, she trotted away.
A few moments after she had disappeared came the crackling of twigs and Lucy appeared.
"Sorry, she has a hiding place down the cellar of that old cottage, hide under that bush and keep quiet.
Lucy nodded and disappeared.
Within a few minutes, Tillie returned, carrying a bundle brown paper wrapped, she knelt down beside me and opened it, eyes depreciating her little treasures, which, from the smell must have been considerable use, and if nothing else, They also suggested a curious mind similar to my own present state of mind, and I remembered the paper wrapped parcel in my coat pocket.
"Do you mind going back again for something in my jacket pocket . . . I made it for you, but forgot."
"For me . . . ? Oh no, I'll fetch it."
I told her which pocket and she sped off.
While she was gone I looked her 'things' over.
I suppose girls the world over use similar devices for masturbating and the 'things' were father wasn't entirely responsible for what had happened to her twat.
There was the handle from a skipping rope, of the type that screwed into a ball, a long length of thickish cord threaded through the screw holes in a single, brass coat hook, a plastic knitting needle with the end broken off and part of a spring shoe tree, with the foot part missing and the naked wire end corked, simple things in themselves, but which a mind like Tillie's had found a sexual use, and, last but not least, were a pair Of washable type condoms, obtained from goodness knows where, but probably given her by her father, for the rubber, much washed, had thickened and turned an obscene creamy-brown. I looked up to see Tillie trotting up, with my parcel, unopened.
"Open it, it's for you . . . "
"But how . . . ? "
"Oh, I knew I should meet you sometime, a man does if he wants a girl enough . . . "
She knelt down and eagerly opened the parcel, then gave a cry of delight;
"Ooh! it's a fox's tail, but what's it tied up like this for . . . ? "
"To tie between your legs, to tickle your cunt, but you can use it as a tail too, if you like. I've been looking at your things and I think you are a clever girl. I can see what you use them for, and I'd like you to show me. Will you put them on for me . . . ? "
"Yes, of course I will, an' can I wear the tail too? It's a lovely present, did it come off a fur . . . ? "
"Yes, I've got the rest too, if you want it?"
"Oh, please, I could make something with it. It's lovely," she stroked the tail and began to pick the knots undone.
"What do you tie this to?" I asked, picking up the long cord and hook, the two ends of which were knotted together.
"In the skipping rope handle, but last time it went and pulled out, an' the knot's too tight for me to undo it, an' I couldn't push it back in the hole."
"The handle goes up your asshole, doesn't it . . . ? " I asked as I picked at the tight knot.
"Yes, an' the hook in the top of my cunt, to make it stretch up, the rubber things are for my titties, but they keep slipping off."
"Who gave them to you, your father . . . ? "
"He didn't give 'em me, I stole them out of the drawer in their bedroom," she giggled, "I hoped my mom would get a baby . . . "
"You know about that, then . . . ? "
"Yes, father told me, it made me feel sick, that's why I don't like his sperm, 'cause he told me it was his sperm that made me come in mummy's belly, but he makes me drink it."
"Let's see if we can make the rubber sheaths stay on, I think they would if we tied them on."
She picked up one of the condoms and began to try to push it on.
"Not like that," I said, picking up the other. I showed her how to roll it, she crawled closer and begged me to do it.
She held up her left tittie and I pushed on the titted end and gripped it, pulled outwards to stretch the "breast", then rolled the condom smoothly down, the rolled rim just reached her chest. I picked up a piece of the thin cord she'd untied from the tail and, with one end of this, bound round close to her chest and tied fairly the long end round her neck and giving her the end to hold.
She was right, the captive flesh was filling out the sheath and it moved gently. I rolled on the other and took the cord from her to tie it up, then found another piece, tied one end to the short end on the left, passed it round her back and tied the other end to the right, firmly securing the sheaths like a brassiere, the two sausage the sides. She was delighted, fondling the rubber encased shapes, the rubber of which was already slightly ballooning as the flesh became gorged with blood that had difficulty in escaping. It was having the same effect as when a man or youth ties a string round his penis to make it swell.
"Let's see what we can do with this?" I said, resuming my work on the hard knot, and I got it undone, then picked up the tail.
It was easy to push the two ends of the cord through the ball after I had unscrewed the handle, then I forced the stiff end of the tail through between the cords and pulled it and the cords through. With a little patience and with an eye to tiie curve of the tail in relation to the cords I tied the two ends neatly round the end of the tail, leaving a little of the end protruding, and this, after I had pushed the knot inside the ball, I turned over, and screwed in the handle tightly.
"That should fix it, I bet that won't come out now, which do you put in first, the handle, or the hook?"
"The handle, I have to wet it first," she took it and dropped spit on it, rubbed it over the varnished wood, then knelt up. She placed the cords over her shoulders, hook dangling against her belly, then, her tongue out, she introduced the handle into her anus and pushed it in up to the ball, then came the ticklish part. Keeping the ball pressed against her asshole, she used her other forefinger to lift the flesh, which she pushed at the ball, and it suddenly popped in, the spasm appeared and disappeared in a faint 'ouch' as the ball went in, then she hooked two fingers into the top of her cunt and pulled down the hook. After straining the two together, she managed to slip in the hook and it sank in deep, stretching her cunt over her little mount into a tight, elongated slit. The cords over her narrow shoulders sank in too, then she picked up the knitting needle, sucked it, and pushed it up in her urinal passage, then carefully got to her feet.
The effect was extraordinary, her "breasts' stuck out with an upward, outward tilt, her cunt was stretched thin and over six inches long, behind her the bushy red tail curled up saucily between the parted cheeks of her ass and the pull of the cords elongated her anus. My prick became livid, I got up and she looked at me expectantly, then knew I was going to fuck her, her eyes lit up as I grasped the fat sausages, which closer resembled a cow's tits than human breasts and with them I pulled her along towards the bole of a nearby tree and turned her to face it.. .
I made her bend forward and rest her hands and bending my legs, I thrust my prick into the taut mouth of her vagina and pushed it hard began fucking her hard while I pulled at her 'tits', at times I lifted her to her toes, but after the after all to save myself, and I thought it might not come amiss to get Tillie's point of view on Mss Lewis.
As a matter-of-fact, I felt the need for someone intelligent to talk to, quite aside from the sexual side of the teacher's conquest, or rather, my proposed attempt at it.
I was beginning to like this place very much, and I hadn't done so badly so far . . . at the same time I frequently hoped I could avoid paying for my indiscretions.
I went on fucking long enough to make Tillie have another excruciating come that doubled her up and carried her back to the clearing, then we lay in the sun, soaking up heat.
"What's your teacher's name?" I asked her after awhile.
"Mrs. Avrill."
"Lucy was telling me about her teacher, Miss Lewis."
"Oh, yes, she teaches standard five, I shall move up into Miss Lewis's class next year. She's nice and very clever."
"Who's Mrs. Avrill's husband . . . ? "
"I dunno, he doesn't live with her, she lives over the Bakery."
"By herself . . . ? "
"Oh, no, with her two children, she has a little boy and a girl who comes to our school."
"By herself . . . ? "
"Alright, she's a bit fat, but we all like Miss Lewis best."
"Why is that?"
"She's more friendly, she talks to us in the playground, my teacher doesn't bother. Miss Lewis says she loves children."
"Then she ought to have some of her own. Has Miss Lewis got a boy friend . . . ? "
"I don't think so, I've never seen her with anyone, she lives with her mother in a lovely cottage because her father isn't alive . . . I don't think . . . Oooh! are you going to go after Miss Lewis to . . . to fuck her . . . ? " Tillie sat up, her interest roused.
"Don't you think it's time she was fucked. She isn't ugly, is she . . . ? "
"No! she's lovely, she had long dark hair and wears it in a big bun, an' she has big titties . . . I bet she'd like to be fucked.
"What's stopping her . . . ? "
"Perhaps its having to look after her mother, so she can't get married . . . "
"Is there anything wrong with her mother so she can't live alone . . . ? "
"I don't think so, she's a lady-worker in the church and has nice white hair."
"Has she got big titties too?"
"Oh yes, bigger'n Miss Lewis's, but she's old and she's friends with the vicar."
"Is the vicar married . . . ? "
"Yes, he is, he has eight children . . . "
"That's going it a bit. Is the vicar's wife short?"
"No, she's tall and thin."
"Do you think he's in love with Miss Lewis's mother . . . . ? "
"I dunno, he might be, she's nice looking . . . "
"He must be pretty cocky, with eight children, I bet he fucks Mrs. Lewis . . . "
"Oooh . . . I bet he does too. I wonder if Miss Lewis knows he does . . . ? "
"We don't know that he does, we only think he might. The lady might not like him, that way."
"She likes him, I've often seen them talking and smiling at each other . . . I bet they fuck," Tillie giggled.
"Think Miss Lewis knows . . . ? "
"I shouldn't think so, she's awfully fond of her mother, I bet she'd be shocked if she knew the vicar was fucking her."
A scheme began to form in my mind, based on ruining Mrs. Lewis's reputation.
"If I were you, Tillie, I should ask some of the older girls at school if they've seen anything between the vicar and Mrs. Lewis, like feeling under her skirts, or kissing her."
"Do you want me to . . . ? I will if you say so?"
"Well, I'd like to know, but you mustn't say I asked you, make like as if you'd seen them acting funny, could you do that . . . ? "
"Oh, easy, but if I do, they'll start talking about it and Miss Lewis might get to know . . . "
"Oh, she would, she wouldn't believe it . . . but . . . "
"But what. . . ? "
"Well, she might pretend not to believe it, but inside her she would."
"Would she tell her mother, do you think?"
"No, she wouldn't, she'd be angry with the vicar and might go and see him, to tell him to stop fucking her mother."
"I want to fuck Miss Lewis . . . "
"Oooh, lovely, I bet she really wants to get herself fucked, but couldn't before because of her mother, but if she thought the vicar was fucking her mother . . . Miss Lewis might."
"Is that what you would do, in her place.. ? "
"Yes, I would, I'd say, if she can, so can I, so there."
"Tit for tat . . ? "
"Yes, that must be it, 'cause fuck's so lovely and I bet Miss Lewis knows all about it, an' wants to very much, if she could find a nice man to frig her, an' you're a nice man. .Why don't you try to meet her when she's out walking with her little poodle . . . ? "
"Where does she go . . . ? "
"Through the woods at the back of the school, I've seen her in the evening, she dresses in a lets her hair down for the wind to blow it about."
"I think I will, think I could catch her if I went now . . . ? "
"Oh, yes, this is about the time she goes for her walk, an' I've had enough fuck for now, I Can I keep the tail, please . . . ? " Are you coming to get dressed now . . . ? " the cellar and dressed. I helped her off with her ed with me as far as the bridge and gave me directions, then I went on ahead.
CHAPTER Two
The wood was locally known as School Spinnery, and access was gained to it by way of either the stile just beyond the churchyard, or up a narrow lane past the school buildings, and Miss Lewis's regular evening visits there had pretty well kept young courting couples away, not so much out of respect for the teacher as the risk of her catching them in some indecent act, so Miss Lewis had it very much to herself and when I found myself walking the well defined pathways, I could understand her love of the place. The long avenues of tall, stately trees reminded me of the vaulted roofs of a cathedral and the place was looked after, almost a park, and I let the peace of it soak into me as I wandered slowly around, so that when I eventually met Miss Lewis I was in the right attitude of mind and my face serene and apparently untroubled by fuck thoughts.
We met quite suddenly and it was her little dog who discovered me and ran up barking, then the lady appeared and called her dog to heel, then the lady appeared and called her dog to heel, then charmingly apologized.
"You're a stranger hereabouts, aren't you?" she said, stating a fact.
"Yes, I've borrowed my friend Frank's cottage, for a few weeks . . . been over-working the mind . . . "
"What do you do?"
"I'm an author."
"Do you use your own name . . . ? "
"Yes, Hugh Fraser . . . "
"Oh, I've read all your books . . . how splendid to meet you in the flesh. I'm a teacher, Phillis Lewis . . . " she held out her hand, which I shook.
"No, Miss," she smiled, "how delightful to meet you, are you writing here . . . ? "
"No, doctor's orders, left my work in London, complete mental rest and lots of exercise. I find this a lovely place, but wish I had a guide . . . "
"I know it pretty well, I'd be glad to show you the best parts, and . . . talk with you. It's a lovely place, I love it, I live not far from here in a cottage with my mother, just the two of us and my little dog. I feel as if I've known you for years, I love your books and have them all, but I've often wondered why all your heroines are so young, and the men they marry so very much older . . . and now I've met you it's still a puzzle, for you're a young man yourself. I could understand it if you were . . . middle aged . . . ? "
"You're not the first of my fans to remark on that point," I said as we strolled on together, with the dog prowling around us, and my suspicions concerning her and the dog proved without foundation, for it was a bitch. I saw its teats when it pawed her leg. "As a matter-of-fact it's a sort of sneaking sympathy for the couples who make an unequal marriage, and, I suppose, through my books, I hope to foster a more tolerant attitude towards men who marry girls young enough to be their daughters, if it comes to that."
"I see, yes, the newspapers do put them through it, poor dear, and I suppose they have their marriages fail to work out. I think there is a stronger reason behind it, if you'll forgive me saying so. I think you're fond of young girls yourself ? "
"That's true, I cannot lie to you, but I hope it doesn't disillusion you about me . . . ? "
She shrugged and shook her head:
"On the contrary, I'm afraid I have similar tastes, for young boys, but in my case I've never given way, but I've had lots of close shaves . . . in both meanings of the words . . . " she flushed, "I can't think why I'm baring my inmost soul to you, I've never told a living soul before, but the fact is, I'm still a virgin . . . "
"You shave . . . ? " I asked delicately..
"Yes, religiously, twice a week, I suppose, subconsciously, I feel that, one day I might give way to temptation, with a boy, and like to be . . . well, ready . . . bush-hair might disgust a young boy . . . so I . . . I keep it . . . shaven."
"It's very risky . . . on your own, with the fear of endangering your reputation."
"Yes, that's what's always dissuaded me, little boys tell tales, but, do I sense that you have some idea how to get around it . . . ? "
"As a couple, you and I might engineer a few little adventures, but it would have to be in a vicinity where neither of us are known. Round here you simply haven't a chance of getting a-way with it."
"I like your suggestion," she said thoughtfully, "do you mean that we would pretend to be courting . . . that rather suggests . . . "
"Intimacy, between us . . . ? " I finished for her.
"Yes, it does, rather," she smiled faintly.
"To me, that would prove no hardship, I assure you, and your virginity is no obstacle . . . "
She flushed, eyes on the ground.
"It isn't your wish to enter into a serious relationship with . . . me, is it . . . ? "
"No, unless you regard intercourse as a serious matter . . . ? it needn't be if we used it as a means to an end, and I think you know what I mean by that . . . ? "
"Yes . . . decoy . . . ? "
"I'm more than willing, if you are . . . ? "
"I . . . yes, I'm willing . . . how I long to be with a dear little boy, while you have his sister. It's rather an obsession with me, I'm afraid, but I've never had the moral courage on my own, the consequences are rather . . . daunting . . . " she shivered, "but I long to expose myself before a young boy and . . . er . . . encourage him to . . . " she flushed deeply, "to give me . . . a hot fuck with his cock! I . . . I've found a place . . . at the school, where I can spy into the boy's lavatory. Oh, it makes me wild, the naughty dears, their little . . . pricks, no bigger than my finger . . . the times my flesh had crawled when I imagine the little stiff cock pushing manfully, into me, but that scares me too, because I know I must be deflowered first . . . it would never do to bleed, it would scare the poor child. You would do that for me . . . ? "
"Gladly, haven't you wanted to before?"
"Sometimes . . . madly. I believe I must be sexually oversexed, the longing to be fucked is sometimes unbearable and I imagine a man with a huge . . . er . . . prick . . . raping me, after first rendering me helpless . . . you see, I could not willingly . . . er . . submit, the first time . . I know I should fight and struggle to preserve my cherry, but subconsciously I want to be raped, with the utmost severity, and grossly humiliated. This longing is equal to that of my longing for young boys, I think I crave the contrast between a huge prick and a small one . . . could it be, Hugh, that you are such a man . . . dare I hope . . . ? "
"I think I'm the man you have been waiting for, I too am oversexed, and, if you wish, I'll prove it to you, here and now, by exposing my prick to you, but, have you thought of the serious risk involved . . . ? a man could be forgiven for forgetting himself with so lovely a young woman as you . . . ? "
"I'm not ignorant, Hugh, in theory I think I know all there is to know of the facts of life, so it would be a calculated risk, which I'm prepared to take . . . with you, and, should there be . . . well . . . let's call it an 'accident', I think I would be proud to bear a child by you, even if it ruined my career as a teacher, but you must not expect me willingly to court un-married motherhood . . . I fear I have self-punishing tendencies . . . so if you raped me . . . "
"I understand, perhaps you and I are well met, I'm a bit of a sadist and, looking at you, I have certain urges. I may tell you that I have no respect for womanhood. Have you any . . . urges towards self-frigging."
"No, none, I've kept my mind and body as pure as it is possible for a woman to keep herself. I have never masturbated, or fucked around with myself in any way, except shaving off my bush-hairs. A long time ago, I used to shave my armpits, but gave it up and let it grow long. I have a lot . . . Oh, Hugh, I . . . I think you are the man to master me. I've mentally adored you for ages, as a writer of my favorite novels, and now I find myself adoring you as a person . . . "
"I think you've lied to me on one little point, Phyllis," I said, and she started.
"No Hugh . . . honestly, I've told you the truth . . . but what . . . ? "
"Are you sure you haven't frigged yourself . . . or rather, have you allowed sexual frigging to take place . . . ? "
"What . . . what do you mean . . . ? "
"I think that, indirectly, you told me a lie, perhaps you haven't yourself practiced self-fuck-you don't tell me the truth, I'll force you to confess." I threatened, following the trend I sensed in her.
"Honestly, Hugh, I . . . what reason have you for thinking . . . ? "
Her face belied her words, for her eyes were expectant . . .
She pretended to look scared as she watched me deliberately pulling off my tie, I suddenly darted out my hand and seized her wrist, I squeezed and she gave a little cry of pain as I turned her arm back, behind her, caught her other arm and tied her wrists together. The little black poodle pranced up to see what was going on, but seemed to sense that his mistress was alright, so she ran off and began snuffing, following a trail real or imaginary.
I pushed Phyllis over towards a small tree which I noticed had a low branch. I pushed her under this branch and pulled her bound arms upwards towards it and she was forced to bend over as the strain came on her shoulders. The branch was about five feet from the ground and she had to bend over still further as I forced up her arms and lashed her wrists to the bough, rendering her quite helpless, but not, I hoped, in too much pain, for I had no wish then to hurt her.
I was actually testing out her assertion to self-punishing tendencies, and the rumor passed on my Lucy about the dog was merely an excuse, but one which I now began to suspect might possibly be true. I didn't care one way or the other, but it would be interesting to find out.
She couldn't now struggle without hurting herself, for there was strain on her shoulders and the chance, from any violent movement of dislocation.
"Tell me the truth!" I said sternly.
"I'm ashamed," she gasped as I began to pull her sweater out of her skirt waist, "I did lie to you . . . Oh, please," she cried in protest as I reached under to pull the folds over the hanging mounds of her full, rounded breasts, which still were adequately covered by her nylon brassiere. Her alarm faded as I failed to take advantage of her helpless tit charms, but reawakened as she felt me feeling for the fastening of her skirt waist. No doubt she had thought I would lift her skirt to molest her cunt, "Please don't. . . someone might come."
I ignored her plea, undid the two buttons, and pulled down the side zipper, then I pushed down her loosened skirt and sent it tumbling a-round her ankles.
Her underwear consisted of the nylon brassiere and a pair of short, white, nylon panties, which was what I might have expected a teacher to wear, nothing so frivolous as imagine panties.
Just the same, it detracted nothing from her undoubted pulchritude and her position threw her well rounded asscheeks into voluptuous prominence. Nature seemed to have been generous with her, and it gave me a sensuous thrill to peel her panties down and, without moving the legs elastics I peeled them inside out, baring her beautiful full ass.
"Then you'd better confess, and I want the strict truth this time, holding nothing back," I fingered the pink cunt-cleft between her buttocks and the big cheeks clenched convulsively so I moved my hand under her where her flesh was warmer than her cool flesh elsewhere. Her naked, moist cunt made a nice handful and I closed my hand on it and squeezed. She was full there too and the squeeze of her thighs made little difference, for her thighs were soft too and merely closed my hand tighter.
"I . . . yes . . . Oh, I'm so ashamed, but I taught my . . . dog to . . . to lick me . . . between the legs . . " the confession seemed wrung from her, she sounded deeply humiliated.
"Is that all . . . ? "
"Isn't it enough . . . ? " she cried.
"I like it, did she do it willingly?"
"Not at first, but she does now. Are you angry with me . . . ? "
"Not at all, I just wanted to know, perhaps later, we'll develop your liking for canine attention!"
"What. . . what do you mean . . . . "
"We'll find a nice big male dog for you and encourage him to shove his cock in you."
"That's . . . beastly," she gasped, "Oh, please, you're hurting . . . it," she cried as I pulled her flesh, feeling her warm cunt juice oozing between my fingers.
"Don't be . . . indecent," she moaned and writhed as I squeezed and pulled harder. "I've . . . confessed, there's nothing more . . . "
"How often do you . . . indulge . . . ? "
"Once . . . each evening, during my . . . walk," she said.
"Have you had it . . . ? "
"No, I . . . we met you, before I . . . could. Oh, I never will . . . again, I feel so ashamed of myself . . . "
"On the contrary, you will, more often, and many other shameful things too. Have you fooled around with your dog's cunt?"
"Oh, I forgot . . . I have, yes, several times, when she's on-heat, she likes me to push my finger in her doggie twat and rub her."
"Are you going to get her mated?"
"No, never, not if I can prevent it."
"But you wouldn't object to being mated to a dog yourself . . . ? "
"If you forced me . . . I'd have no choice, would I? I wouldn't submit, willingly."
I thoughtfully untied her wrists from the bough and, with a moan of relief she lowered her arms and straightened up, bumping her head against the bough, she shuffled clear and seemed embarrassed, glancing uneasily around.
"Please, let me make myself decent," she begged.
"Oh sorry," I untied her wrists and watched her hastily put her clothes right.
"You realize, of course," I said, "that you are no longer free . . . ? "
"Yes, you could easily make it impossible for me to live round here, now that I have confessed, but I hope you won't use the knowledge to ruin my reputation . . . "
"Not unless I'm forced to, your secret is safe with me so long as you make your cunt available . . . "
"Then, for goodness sake, tell me what you want me to do," she pleaded, "its important to me, I've been very foolish, I realize that now, but its too late for regrets."
"You know my cottage . . . ? "
"Oh yes, of course I do, it's Rose Cottage . . . "
"I shall expect you there straight from school tomorrow afternoon . . . Hmmm, is your immediate return home, now, of any urgency . . . ? "
"Mother might become anxious, but . . . tell me what you want?"
"Well, I don't feel like waiting until tomorrow, Id like you to come back with me now, I want to rape you and introduce you to fellatio."
"Oh dear, it's so sudden, but, naturally, I will. come. I'm afraid to refuse, though I know it will be dreadful for me . . . you've given me a taste of what to expect, but I suppose if you beat me . . . Oh dear, what must you think of me . . . ? but you're so terribly strong, and when you treat me badly I find it impossible to make such resistance against your vileness, I find myself so helpless . . . "
"Can you get to my cottage without being seen?" I asked.
She thought a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, I feel sure I can . . . "
"Then, you won't need your skirt, I want to be sure you do go straight there. Take it off . . . "
"My skirt. . . ? " she queried incredulously," but . . . "
"Take it off, else I shall . . . "
"But it's impossible . . . I can't walk all that way without it . . . "
"You said you could get there without being seen, without your skirt you'll have to, I'll take it with me and you'll have to come to get it back, take it off, else I shall demand your panties too, or even . . . the lot."
"My goodness, what a terrible man you are," she exclaimed as she complied. She stepped out of her skirt and handed it over to me. I folded it small, tucked it under my arm, then walked off and left her.
I made my way back to the cottage by the shortest route, highly pleased with myself.
CHAPTER Three
Arriving at the cottage I locked the front door, then went round drawing the curtains and securing the place against probable prying eyes. My tie was beginning to suffer from its unusual uses and I needed something better. In the kitchen I found a nylon clothes line, from which I cut several lengths then searched around for something to make a suitable gag with.
I found an old golf ball and washed it, and an old head scarf that probably was Pat's property. I folded the golf ball inside it and made a knot either side, then I collected cushions and moved the furniture around a bit to leave room around the sturdy wooden table, upon which I placed the cushions and covered it with the green plush table cloth.
I refrained from going out to look for Phyllis, I knew she would turn up, she had to. I doubted if she could reach her own cottage unobserved for a replacement of her skirt, and my action was something that I knew had appealed to her, in spite of her protests. I only wished I could have followed her and seen how she tackled her problem, a real cad's trick.
Presently came her urgent knock on the back door, so I went to let her in. She looked upset, she had her sweater pulled down as far as it would go, so that only a little of her panties were showing. The little dog came prancing in and barked in welcome. I closed and locked the back door, then went to light the lamp, which I presently hung from a hook over the table.
Meanwhile she had been looking round and murmured a few appreciative remarks, but I cut her short.
"I don't want your mother to miss you and become alarmed, get your clothes off and no nonsense, if I have to strip you I might damage something . . . I hope you avoided being seen . . . ? "
"I hope so too," she said feelingly, you don't think I wanted to be seen like this . . . my heart was in my mouth the whole time."
"I've decided that you're an admirable subject for enslavement," I told her.
"Oh! have you?" she said, pausing with her sweater half over her head, I suppose that . . . leaving me without my skirt, was just a taste of what I must expect . . . ? "
I nodded, leisurely unbuttoning my shirt, which seemed to interest her, for she quickly stripped off the sweater and stood in her underwear, watching me pull my shirt off.
"There doesn't appear to be anything wrong with you . . . physically, I mean," she remarked, eyeing me appreciatively.
"There isn't, my trouble is mental, I nearly had a breakdown and it seems to have had an adverse affect on my sexual morals. Come on, bestir yourself unless you want me to string you up and beat you . . . "
She unfastened her brassiere and peeled it off, watching my face shyly as her heavy titties, freed of their restraint slumped a little, then swelled and stood away from her chest, wobbling slightly under her quickened breathing, her short, stubby pink nipples stiffening somewhat. She stooped and swept down her panties, and pushed off her sandals with them, then rose and completely naked, head bent in shame.
"It's a pity you can't stay overnight," I said, taking in her points. I walked around her and the hot blushes swept down her neck.
"You make me feel like an . . . animal up for auction," she murmured as I separated her large soft asscheeks, but this time she made no effort to clench them, but suffered me to finger her asshole.
"A fine female animal you are," I said, "a human mare," I lifted and shook her tits, then looked round for the dog, saw she was curled up on the hearth and apparently uninterested in what was happening to her mistress.
"You're humiliating me . . . " she muttered, "you want to destroy my self-respect . . . "
"I have no use for it, and neither have you. A slave isn't entitled to respect. Plait your hair, in two braids."
While she occupied herself doing this, I quickly stripped myself behind her and pulled back my foreskin from my huge, erect penis.
She did it neatly and quickly and I reached out for a length of cord, and the moment she lowered her arms I seized her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back, inside so that her arms bent sharply at the elbows and her wrists were turned in between her shoulder blades, making it impossible for her to move her arms, I lashed her wrists together, then took hold of the two braids, by which I pulled her head back and I tied the plaits tightly to her wrists, turned the ends back on themselves and tied it again. She stood with her head back, able only to stare up at the raftered ceiling, and the position forced her chest out, widely separating her voluptuous knockers.
I came round in front of her and she could see me no lower than my shoulders, nor could she see herself.
"Do you love me?" I asked, fingering her pink, erect nipples.
She gulped and shook her head;
"No."
I stepped back and slapped the sides of her breasts, setting them wobbling wildly and slapping together.
"Do you love me . . . V I repeated.
"No . . . no," she cried in a strangled voice.
I hooked my fingers in her cunt and dragged her pliable cuntlips up over her mount, jerking at it.
"Do you love me?" I said a third time.
"No," she sobbed faintly.
I went round behind her and pulled her asscheeks apart, then pushed my two fingers into her tight asshole, then levered my hooked fingers, apart. She gave a gurgling cry and staggered forward, trying to shake her ass free, I jerked my fingers apart, then upwards, making her rise to her toes.
"Do you love me?" I asked plainly and patiently again.
"I do . . . oh! I do, I love you madly . . . I . . . I'll do anything to prove it. Anything . . . "
"Alright, I'll test your love. I'm going to squat down in front of you, I want you to show me your whole cunt, everything."
"Yes, yes, please undo my arms and I . . . will."
"No, as you are, come on . . . "
She slithered her feet apart, and thrust out her hips, opening her knees outwards, the thick, naked lips parted and her limp wet inner cuntlips slid out and dangled free.
"I can't see underneath, I protested, "you aren't trying . . . "
"I am . . . Oh, I am," she cried, pushing her hips out further and hunching her torso till her swinging breasts brushed her hips.
I got to my feet.
"Get down on your knees and I'll introduce you to my prick," I said, and she hastened to obey, though it was awkward for her as she couldn't look down and without the use of her arms to balance herself . . . but I refrained from helping her and she managed it alright, "sit on your heels and lean forward," I added, and this brought my cock and balls within range of her vision.
I could see it was a shock to her, her eyes opened wide and her mouth sagged open, and I admit that its rather a gruesome sight for the uninitiated, and especially for her, her familiarity with the cocks of young boys had hardly prepared her for my grossly over-developed prick and balls.
"Oh God!" she exclaimed, "how terribly huge yours is, you will do my cunt frightful damage . . . please release me . . . "
"No, you're committed now, I refuse to let you leave here until I've had my fuck with you . . . but what are you scared of? I've screwed young schoolgirls, quite recently, and they made no fuss. Of course, it will hurt you, and you will certainly lose a lot of blood. Come now, where's your courage . . . ? As pricks go, this cock of mine is a fine specimen, and you will note the size of my testicles . . . " I squeezed my fingers into the sac and molded the shapes of my large oval balls, at which she leaned over a bit more so that she could see them, and looked visibly shaken. "They produce a very generous supply of virile sperm, which it is my intention to shoot freely into you, where the excellence of your own cunt will, I feel sure, find a good use for it, and I'm satisfied that you have a womb worthy to carry and mother my children."
"I won't.. . I refuse," she cried, "I . . . I'll wash your scum out, you cannot force me into motherhood against my will . . . "
"We shall see . . . I would remind you that a slave must do her master's will, and I insist on your strict obedience, you must not interfere in any way with the course of Nature, I find you suitable for my purpose and, should it be necessary, I'll make it impossible for you to reach your vagina . . . "
"Oh! how would you do that . . . ? lock me up in a chastity-belt . . . ? "
"Not having one, I can't, it would be much more Painful than that. I would have to lock up your cunt, and that would mean piercing it.. . "
"I . . . I was only joking," she cried hastily, "of course I wouldn't touch it. I. . . I'd leave your scum in, honestly I will."
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I cannot believe you," I said somewhat sadly," you were vehement in your refusal and your words ring false . . . " she looked at me despairingly as I shook my head at her, "I seem to remember . . . back in the woods, that there was mention of a child, or children from our fucking, yet at the first sign that I am seriously considering screwing you, you are instantly up in arms. It won't do, Phyllis, you change your mind too fast, so I must force my cock upon you."
"You're wicked," she sobbed, "I have cramps on my arms and neck, you're cruel and inhumane . . . I . . . I might die in childbirth."
She looked at me hopefully, to see what effect her words had on me.
"If that is an attempt to appeal to my better nature, abandon hope, I haven't got one, can't think what's happened to it, but I think it unlikely. You're healthy and lead a clean, open air life, you have good, substantial hips and pelvis, so I'm going to risk it. Of course, I should be sorry if anything went wrong, I should lose an excellent female. You are merely laying a red herring, fishing for sympathy, your sole concern is for your career."
"Alright, I admit it," she sighed, "you intend to shame and disgrace me and ruin me. Please, it would be impossible for me to stay here if you fuck me into pregnancy. Its such a small place . . . I beg of you, Hugh, please reconsider, I don't care what else you do to me . . . I . . . I expected to be degraded . . . then, alright, degrade me and see if I care, but not a baby . . . please."
"As I see it, it is what you fear people will say . . . ? "
"Yes, it would be terrible, the scandal . . .
I could never live it down. A school teacher must be above reproach."
"Who do you fear . . . ? "
"Well, the important people, I don't fear the men, its their wives, the other teachers, the doctor's wife, the vicar's wife and the squire's wife, who is chairman of the school governors."
"Make a list of the ladies you fear, and I'll see what I can do. They're human and, no doubt could also be fucked. You wouldn't mind if you were one of a crowd of women who have been humped, would you . . . ? "
"Rather not," she giggled, "but that's a tall order, isn't it?"
"I possess a big prick and, believe it or not, but the ladies love it. It would take a very strong-willed woman to resist my cock, once I've exposed myself to her. Come now . . . that's better, I would much rather have your willing cooperation and your faithful promise . . . but I will not hesitate to do as I say if I think you are attempting to spoof me . . . "
"Forget it, will you . . . I . . . I promise to leave your scum in my cunt though I hope you fail, I'll take it in good grace if you catch me and have your child."
"Mind," I said, as I began to pick the knots undone," you will live to regret it if you try to fool me, just the same, I'd dearly like to lock up your cunt and make you exclusively mine, I found a silver watch chain while I was looking for cord, and I would dearly love to pierce you, but I will only do that with your full agreement, since you will have to bear the pain and discomfort."
"As to that, I think I would like it too," she said as she ruefully rubbed the circulation back into her arms and shoulders, while I rubbed her long, graceful neck, then I helped her up, "but get the fucking . . , get it over, first, do your worst, then, yes, make it impossible for me to get your sperm out. I really adore you, which is surprising on such short acquaintance, and I think its going to be terribly easy for you to enslave me. You're the kind of man I need, Hugh, I want to be dominated and, yes, hurt," her hands groped then clasped my prick, "you're so dreadfully big," she complained tenderly, I think the least you should do before shoving that thing into me is to make me unconscious first . . . Please . . . "
"Alright," I smiled in her eyes, then suddenly hit her on the side of the neck with the edge of my hand, her eyes glazed and she began to topple, I caught her and carried her to the table, upon which I laid her, placing her carefully on the cushions across the table, laying her down so that her head hung over the edge and her asscheeks poised nicely on the cushions, legs dangling. I tied nylon lines to her wrists and ankles and lashed her arms and legs to the table legs so that her cunt lay wide open and completely vulnerable. I found an old towel to tuck under her ass, then wasted no more time, but applied myself to the pleasant task of breaking through her cherry, which was much less easy than had been the girls. With age her hymen had thickened and it needed considerable force, though it would have been easier had I used my fingers, but I didn't I used my stiff prick and at last succeeded in forcing entrance.
Gripping her ass, I luxuriously pushed on in and gained full possession of her body to before pausing to rest, to find I was trembling and bathed in sweat, then the idea occurred to me to do the job while she was out and get it over before she changed her mind again, and with me, to think, was to act, though I felt reluctant to pull out, but made myself and left her oozing her cunt-juice into the towel, which I temporarily draped over her cunt, while I went in search of the things I would need to pierce her.
I got out the iodine, found a cork and a stout packing needle, the watch chain and two suitable lengths of the nylon line.
With her lying unconscious it was easy, she didn't even flinch as I pushed the thick needle through the flesh into the cork, then stretched the lip to open the raw hole to push through the iodine dipped nylon line. I made five holes along each lip and threaded the line through, up each lip. After returning the cork, needle and iodine I washed off the blood in antiseptic, then pushed my prick back into her and got down to the serious business of taking my pleasure of her unconscious body, unmindful of the blood as I fucked deeply into her cunt.
The chain and small padlock, which I dipped into the iodine to sterilize it, lay on a saucer nearby, ready, but it took me fully ten minutes of unalloyed delight before my abrupt climax brought the satisfaction I sought, then I half pulled out and ejaculated my load of hot scum close to her womb.
After my ecstasy was over, I pulled out my prick and picked up the silver chain. The bar was missing, which made it easier and I worked up from the base, pulling the nylon line from each hole through which I pulled the chain, crossing the chain at each opposite pair of holes to lace the lips together. The chain was just long enough to reach the apex and allow me to fix the small brass lock. I locked it, then picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, I lowered her into the bath and ran the water, which turned pink. I ran it lukewarm and as the level rose she began to stir and moan as she recovered consciousness.
At first she stared vaguely about her, then a shock of alarm followed by reassurance, then awareness of pain.
"Its . . . all over . . . ? " she asked unsteadily, "Oh God, It hurts, what have you done to me . . . ? "
"Deflowered you, inseminated you, pierced your cunt and locked it up," I told her, "all finished, neat and tidy and, short of cutting off your cunt you can't get inside it. Take a few days to heal, but nothing you can't attend to yourself."
"Oh, well, I'm glad . . . I never felt a thing . . . Oh!" she caught sight of my limp, cunt-juice and sperm-soaked genitals, "for goodness sake wash your cock, it looks dreadful . . . "
I got in with her and made her wash my prick off.
"It doesn't look so fearsome now," she observed when It was clean," if I'd seen it like this, to start with, it wouldn't have scared me witless. It looks so . . . helpless, and I began to understand why women fall in love with men. You don't mind me . . . looking at it . . . feeling it
? "
"Not in the least, I like female appreciation . . . by the way you need some ointment . . . let's see if the bleeding's stopped . . . "
Wincing and biting her lip, assisted by me, she painfully got up and stood trembling, she looked down at her locked cunt and the tears welled into her eyes, but the bleeding appeared to have stopped, so I got up out of the bath and helped her out, I had to lift her out, afraid she might rip the holes. I dried myself then her and found her a jar of vaseline. She sat on the bath and used it liberally.
"Ten holes," she observed, "you haven't spared me, and its going to be difficult for me to pass my water . . . "
"It will help heal the wounds, you'll better move the chain occasionally, to prevent it sticking, and keep plenty of ointment on. You Won't feel very well for a few days so you needn't bother coming to see me till you feel fit enough to make the walk. I'll lend you a walking stick to help you get back and if your mother asks what's the matter, say you had a fall and sprained yourself."
"My cunt is completely closed and its going to smell awful."
"You could push a tube in and wash it out," I suggested.
"I'm mutilated for life now," she sighed, then a thought occurred to her and she looked at me in horror, "my doctor is going to ask about the holes if I . . .if you've fucked me pregnant."
"You must let your bush-hair grow, but if you're questioned you must say you did it yourself, or had it done. Its done now, but it'll come in useful . . . " I grinned at her.
"You're already planning something horrid for me," she complained, struggling not to smile, "I feel very much your slave . . . its unbelievable, and to think of the offers of a decent marriage I've turned down these last few years, then to fall into hands of a man like you, and now I'm yours . . . " she sighed.
"You are, indeed, but perhaps you won't find it so bad, but it would help if your mother married again and freed you."
"Oh!" if she did, what would you do . . . ? "
"I'd take you over. I'm soon going to be married to a girl I've known since she was a schoolgirl, and she's very broad-minded and would be glad to use you as a maid and companion. I want some legitimate children too, you see."
"You seem to have worked out my fate . . . to please yourself, how do you know I'll play up to you . . . ? "
"I'll see you do, you'll be glad to, believe me."
"Yes," she sighed, "but do you know, Hugh, I think, in a way, you will make me happy. It seems incredible, but I've thoroughly enjoyed everything that's happened to me this evening . . . yes, even this," she touched her swollen cunt," I suppose I'm one of those women who need to be treated badly and made to obey a stronger will, though I know you are going to ruin me, morally, but I love you for what you have done to me already, but I think you intended to, but restrained yourself. Didn't you mention fellatio . --? "
"You know what it means . . . . "
"Yes, of course, why didn't you make me . ? "
"Because basically I know you are a fine woman and, when it came to the point, I found myself reluctant to impose cocksucking on you for fear that the disgust . . . "
"You're quite wrong, I felt disappointed because you didn't."
"Its not too late, but let's go down, its warmer in the living room."
I helped her up and supported her painful steps to the top of the stairs, then carried her down and into the living room.
"You're not nearly so sadistic as I thought but. . . darling, don't show me too much tenderness . . . "
"The trouble is, I've never hurt a woman before and I'm not finding it easy to be cruel to you. Actually I feel ashamed of having caused you so much pain. That," I nodded to her locked cunt," is going to be very painful."
"I love it, forget it, I'll look after it, the more you hurt me, the more I will love you, and Hugh, your plans for me are more than acceptable. I too hope mother marries again, so that I can be free of her. Now I've met you, she's become a burden, but What will we do if things remain as they are?"
How old is she?"
"Forty-six, she married young."
"Then, she can't have had her change of live yet . . . ? "
"Oh Hugh,? " she looked shocked," not mother too, what a shameful thing that would be . . . "
"Is she a widow?"
"Yes, my father, who was forty when he married her, died about seven years ago. But Hugh, you can't seriously tell me that you could bring yourself to fuck a woman her age . . . ? How horrid if you got her pregnant, too, my own mother?
"Forty-six isn't all that old," I protested."
"Perhaps not, its my relationship to her I'm thinking about. She'd probably welcome your attentions for all I know, for after all, she's a woman." She fell silent, then suddenly giggled.
"What's tickled you?" I asked.
"I've never seen her naked . . . "
"But, you'd like to . . . ? "
"I was wondering whether her bush-hair was white too. I've never thought of her like that before. She's plump and has huge tits . . . Oh Hugh, I'm wicked, but . . . "
"I think I'll come home with you."
"She'll be waiting up for me, she usually goes to bed early and she'll begetting worried a-bout me, with good reason, I fear, and her worst fears can be nothing so bad as the truth. What will you do . . . ? "
"Fuck her, if she's willing, rape her if she isn't. We'll strip her naked and violate all that she holds sacred."
"What fun, mother naked," she giggled a-gain.
"I thought the idea horrified you . . . ? "
"At first, it did, not now I'm used to the idea, No indeed," she gazed at me wide eyed, "I like it more every moment, I'd love to see her naked and being . . . raped and frigged by your cock!"
"Actually, Phyllis, I've heard a rumor that she and the vicar are lovers. I hate to tell you, and I have no proof but . . . "
It wouldn't surprise me a bit," she replied calmly, "The vicar is a dirty, horny man, he's tired several times to . . . frig me and seemed strangely undismayed when I threatened to tell mother. It wouldn't have bothered him a bit if I had . . . if what you say is true. It quite possibly is."
