Upon its first publication "Once a Hooker" got a great deal of publicity as one of the frankest stories concerning the seamy side of perverted sex for money ever written. The entire first printing was sold out in record time. However, before the second printing could be distributed, the book was banned by the Office of The Chief Censor. The book has survived in libraries of collectors of modern erotica on the Continent.
Dr. O. Berndorff, the famous psychoanalyst makes the following pertinent remarks on the type of patient found in this story. In discussing the influences making a prostitute, he cites from his actual case history file:
"Mary S. was an attractive blonde, whose case was a serious combination of nymphomania combined with prostitution. She discussed her dating of homosexuals while still in school: 'Some of the homo boys would date me to make everyone think they were normal. It really shocked them when I would take out their cocks and started to suck....
'Some of them never could ejaculate. And some never even got hard, they just stayed soft in my mouth. Most of them did get hard though, and once they were hard I could make them come. I always "came" when I had a cock in my mouth, even if the cock was a softy.
'I remember having a real sex orgy with those boys in their cabin in the country. We all ran around the cabin stark naked, and I jerked two of them off by hand as I sucked the other. It was nice the way I timed it so that they all shot together.
"That was the time I really learned how to lick a man's asshole-one of my specialties. The best looking boy, Steve, bent over and grabbing his ankles told me to kiss his asshole. When I started he made me get my tongue up his rectum as far as I could. I held his balls in my hand and played with them while I did it. I was very surprised how much I liked doing it-I even had a climax as I got the taste of his rectum as I licked away.
"The other boys made me do the same thing to them too. What surprised me was that I didn't mind a bit and that doing it made me pretty hot too.
From the above observations, and this story, it is possible for the reader to become aware of the unhappy results of perverted sexual behavior. Recognizing these problems generally enables one to handle them in a better fashion.
Continental Classics presents this book in its original and unexpurgated form. Because of the nature of its subject, it is recommended only for the graduate student and mature adult reader.
A.L. Saunders, M.A. New York City April, 1969
Archive Note: The large number of misspellings present in the original pocketbook are faithfully reproduced in this text. No attempt whatsoever has been made to correct those misspelled or misused words.
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
Paul Simmons glanced sideways in the dimness of the front of the car. The rounded nylon sheathed knees of his wife gleamed in the dull glow from the dashboard lighting. He slid his arm across her belly, his palm coming to rest full over the roundness of the knee nearest to him. She smiled at him, her knees parting slightly. It had been an exciting evening, they had been out with a party of friends to a West End restaurant to celebrate their third anniversary of their wedding.
When the party had broken up and all the goodnights said and the various couples had set out for home, Paul and June had remained seated in their car in the parking-lot.
God, he thought, he was a lucky man to have such a lovely wife. His hand moved slowly up her legs, his fingers toyed at the tougher, less-smooth texture of the top-band of her nylons. She was much younger than he was, she was only twenty-three now, as against his few years on the wrong side of thirty. Not that the difference in their ages had made their marriage the difficult thing that it was, no it was nothing to do with age, or health ... it was something strangely more deeply-rooted than anything as simple as age and health....
Never had he been able to make their marriage a happy one from the physical point of view. Perhaps it was because he loved her so much, he had adored her ever since he had first met her. Her shapely lovely body had been a shrine he would have gone to the far ends of the earth to worship at, and then when she had been his, the night of the wedding, their frustrations had begun. With other girls he had enjoyed fucking, he had even managed to make them enjoy it too, not that he had frigged with another woman since he first became engaged to June. He had not wanted to screw anyone else-only June-when they were married.
Their actual fucking had been an anti-climax and had not improved over the three years of their marriage. Not one of the guests at the little party he had given tonight would have suspected the torment that worried these two love-birds. But Paul knew, although it had not been mentioned in so many words, that their marriage was very close to breaking up. He could not blame June, he could not blame himself really, he had done his best, but to fuck a girl as lovely and healthy and as naturally sexy as June and not be able to give her any real hump-satisfaction was a situation that threatened to drive the young man out of his mind.
While they sat silently in the car they saw a heavily-made-up blonde come out of the bar that shared the parking lot with the restaurant. She was with a heavily built man, arm-in-arm they moved off towards the taxis in the street. Paul exchanged a glance with June. A few minutes before they had seen her go into the bar, alone. In so short a time she had been picked up. Paul and June said nothing. They watched another dark-haired girl enter the bar after crossing the dark parking lot. Within five minutes the same brunette was recrossing the lot, not alone this time, but with a tall man into whose arm she had linked her own.
Several times during the last year Paul had made tentative suggestions that June might like to find herself a man friend. He hated the idea of any other man as much as looking at her, but he was sensible enough to know that their marriage could not carry on in this unsatisfactory way for much longer. Far better for her to have a good fucker on the side and remain married to a husband who still loved her and adored her, than to have the marriage break up altogether. At first June had been horrified at the suggestion, but recently she had shown more interest in the idea, and Paul had the feeling it would not take a lot of persuasion now to get her to have a prick pushing gigolo.
He nodded toward the door of the brightly lit bar.
"Would you like to go in, darling, and see if there is anyone you would like to get to know?"
It was a gentle and polite way of hinting that she might like to try and get herself picked-up.
"You ... you mean you wouldn't mind, darling," she murmured as she pushed his hand down from the tops of her legs. The way he had been touching her thighs had made her want to be petted, and yet she knew that when they got home the petting would lead only to an angry row followed by silence when they frigged and as usual Paul failed to give her any cunt-pleasure or satisfaction.
Paul could have put his head in his hands and wept as he watched the smartly-dressed shapely figure of his young wife move across from the car towards the bar entrance. He followed her a short while afterwards and took a seat on an empty bar stool a few yards away from where she had seated herself. Already a man who had been seated at one of the small tables on his own had moved across to her as soon as he saw she was on her own. Paul heard the man offer to buy June a drink. He was short and fat and had a gleaming bald head. Paul was certain his wife would refuse politely but firmly, but to his surprise she accepted the offer and had a gin and lime, one of her favorite drinks.
The man looked fifty, or more, he was obviously pleased with himself at making a friendship with so lovely a young woman. Paul felt himself trembling at the thought of such a man's prick even touching June. This bar provided music from a three peice outfit which now began to play a slow sensual tune. Several couples got up from their tables and moved to the small area reserved for dancing. Paul saw the fat man directing June towards the floor. He felt sick at the sight of the fat gross body and the shapely figure of June snuggling together and moving slowly around the floor. Paul realized that his wife must know that this horrid man was intent on picking her up, probably for the night, he saw her rubbing her tits in a slow sexy way against the man just as she did when she wanted to excite him. When the dance ended and they made their way back to the high stools at the bar they passed close to where Paul sat. He saw the quite unmistakable prick-bulge at the front of the fat squat man's trousers. June had given him a fierce erection. For a brief moment her eyes met Paul's as they sidled past him to get to their own stools. They made no hint of recognition, but her expression was enough to tell Paul she was as intent on being picked up and fucked by this man as the fat old devil was eager to pick her up.
Miserably Paul ordered a double Scotch as he watched June and her new friend whispering to each other. A moment later he was watching them leave the bar, arm in arm just as the other women, the professional whores, had done with their pick-ups. By the time Paul had downed his drink and got out to the parking lot, there was no sign of June and her "boy" friend. They must have gotten a taxi quickly. There was nothing else for Paul Simmons to do but to go home, alone and miserable, and await the eventual return of his wife. He realized he himself had been instrumental in letting her get picked-up, and the thought that she might be getting fucked by the fat man at this very moment was agonizing.
CHAPTER TWO
Len Rigson was staying at an hotel not far from the bar where he had picked up his charming companion. When they passed the reception desk, the elderly man on duty gave them a sly knowing look. It embarrassed June, and she knew that to that man on duty at least she was a pick-up girl, that was quite obvious. Now that she was alone in the bedroom with this stranger, she was beginning to have doubts about the whole idea. The fat Len was pulling her on his lap as she collapsed down into a deep armchair, his fat pudgy fingers tracing the outline of her cheekbones and chin.
"You are a very pretty woman," he murmured. "How long have you been in this game?"
His question took her by surprise. She mumbled something that sounded like "Not very long". His other hand was straying up her legs just as her husband had done a short while ago, the difference now was that she knew this sort of thing would be intimate petting and it would be followed by what she hoped would be a satisfying love-making.
The hot hand moved from the silkiness of her nylons to the bare flesh of her broad thigh and then to the flimsy barrier of her panties. The nearness of his wandering hand to her most intimate pussy made her lose her fears and doubts. She got up and unzipped her dress so that it could fall to her feet. She stood in front of him in her flimsy and very pretty slip, a slip of pale blue that was really transparent and showed the full shapely loveliness of her legs and ass. She saw his eyes blaze at the vision before him, he was gazing at the long shapely legs sheathed in the dusty tan-colored stockings. She yearned to be admired by a lusty male, she yearned for a younger better-looking frigger than this old fellow, but the look of absolute mute admiration at what she was revealing to him made her want to show him more.
Her hands trembled slightly as she reached up her back to release the clip of her bra. As the cups fell forward, she eased the shoulder straps of the harness and the thin silky straps of her slip down from her shoulders so that her lovely lush white knockers were bared for him.
He dropped to his knees right in front of her, his fat hands grabbing at the waist of her slip and dragging it down over her hips. He looked upwards at her curved pert naked breasts and then slowly he eased not only the slip but her panties as well down from her belly, down slowly to reveal to his avid eyes the soft curled dark hair of her thick bush.
Naked save for her high-heeled shoes, nylons and attached girdle, she stood in front of where he crouched. She saw him reach inside his breast pocket and bring out his wallet. From it he drew four five dollar bills and handed them to her.
Twenty dollars. He was giving her twenty dollars to let him do something to her she needed as badly as he did. It was ironical. She clutched the notes tightly as he put his face close to her cunt.
"Will you let me ... kiss you here ... darling?" he mumbled. Not waiting for a reply, he was carefully placing his lips over the ragged pinky wet ridges of the lips of her cunt, he was making crude slobbering noises as he sucked deeply at her wet twat-hole. She clasped her hands to his head ... why oh why didn't Paul ever do this to her? She looked down at the top of the gleaming bald pate, and at the four fivers that she clenched ... strange ... Paul could do this to her whenever he wanted to and yet this man was willing to give her almost as much as Paul earned in a night for this obscene privilege.
He slid his fat short arms round her asscheeks and held her tightly as he cunt-lapped and goosed her asshole for fully ten minutes. He waved towards the bed but before she had reached it he had put out the light. She heard him taking off his clothing. Strange that he should be so modest or shy as to want to undress in the dark. He was stark naked when he climbed on the bed with her. His body seemed very hairy as well as overweight and very fat. His pole of thick cock was hard and throbby and she felt him trying to lift her and turn her so that she eventually was on all fours. He was panting heavily as he knelt behind her and she could feel him close enough to her to have that fat hard cock jabbed up between her thighs from the rear. Oh how badly she wanted that long thick throbby dick to give her the cunt-satisfaction that had been missing from her marriage. She pushed her knees outwards so that her cunt was lowered, the hot domed end of his prick was nudging at the wet lips of her cunt now. She rested on her forearms and moaned as she felt him rocking to and fro, not entering her twat but teasing himself with the slicky wet lips of her cunt massaging the end of his dick.
She realized there had been no mention of any contraceptive, she had not been prepared for such an event as a stranger making love to her and he hadn't mentioned wearing a rubber or anything ... it was too late now ... he was sliding up into her pussy ... in and in and in ... in until he was rock-bottom in her. Despite his age, his thick dick felt stronger and fatter in her than Paul's ever did. She moaned with pleasure as his cock started to ream to and fro in her. His hands held her hips, guiding her rotating buttocks and the speed of her jerking back at him as he fucked her. She realized that by this time after so many fierce lunges, Paul would have finished and shot his load in her, it would have been all over, she would have been left as usual high and not satisfied. This old man's cock was even more rigid and strong than when he had first dipped it into her cunt ... another few moments and she was literally screaming ... her orgasm was bursting inside her ... this was what fucking was all about ... this was how it was meant to be ... tears of sheer joy came down from her eyes ... this was release at last for her pent-up cunt-juices! The old man was huffing and puffing and now she was very wet inside her hole, he was spewing up his thick hot sperm ... gush after gush of his scum became a part of her. He was still breathing heavily and laying spread out and exhausted when she rose from the bed and fumbled in the darkness for the light switch. She pulled one of the covers up over his hairy naked body, before she started to dress.
She put the twenty dollars in her purse and quietly left the room. She wouldn't mind now if Paul made love to her in his usual quick stupid way when she got home. It made him happy and she had her share of sensual enjoyment for one evening ... and been paid twenty dollars as well. She would not have to be coaxed and persuaded by her husband to find other men friends in future ... it had been so easy ... it had been so wonderfully satisfying a fuck. Perhaps she could get Paul to allow her to bring a man back to their house. She liked the bizarre idea of fucking with another man in her own bed, of making Paul, her husband, sleep in the spare bedroom while she frigged with another man on their marital bed.
CHAPTER THREE
"Is that you, dear?" the shrill voice called out from the first floor landing as the young girl came in the front door. Jennie was fifteen, she was a bright enough girl although she had been forced to leave school instead of continuing for the last year. Since her father had died it had been difficult for her mother to make both ends meet. She knew this, and that was why she had left her studies to help her mother run the small, rather decrepit, boarding-house near Paddington Station.
The moment she heard her mother's voice, she knew her lonely parent had been at the gin bottle again. The tone was shrill, the voice itself trembled and was slurred, and usually when her mother got home drunk she was Jo be found in their own rooms in the basement. Now she was calling out from one of the rooms on the first floor.
As Jennie moved up the creaking stairs she saw that her mother was in Mr. Hubbard's room, the nasty old man who had moved in only a couple of days ago.
"Come in dear, come in," the woman called as the girl reached the landing. Jennie saw the grinning Mr. Hubbard seated on the edge of his bed, he too had been drinking, and he was patting the head of a large long-haired dog. Jennie liked all pets, she did not know that Mr. Hubbard had a dog. Usually her mother did not let tenants keep dogs or cats, a caged bird was the limit of pet-keeping allowed, but now suddenly she seemed to have changed her views for she was beckoning her daughter.
"Come and pat this lovely dog, dear," she was telling Jennie. "I have been telling Mr. Hubbard how fond you are of dogs, my dear."
Mr. Hubbard kept a grip on the collar of the dog while Jennie stepped into the room and walked across to the bed and patted the large head of the whinning beast.
The old man looked up at Jennie. "You like dogs and I can tell you Robin likes you. Pat his tummy dear, Robin loves having his tummy rubbed."
"Kneel down, Jennie, and stroke him, just like Mr. Hubbard says," she heard her mother muttering. Her mother was being strangely kind towards her, usually when she had been drinking she was short-tempered and angry all the time. Not so this evening. Jennie knelt down beside the large dog and reached under him to pat his hefty low-slung stomach. She felt embarrassed when the dog thrust its long cold snout under the hem of her skirt and started to lick her legs just above her bent knees. She felt the hand of Mr. Hubbard clasp over her hand; he was making her move her fingers further under the hairy belly of the dog and she trembled as she realized he was trying to make her touch the dog's penis. She saw a thick, pointed red raw length of cock rearing out from a fur sheath and tried to draw her arm away.
Mr. Hubbard held her hand tightly. "Touch him down there, dear child," he was muttering. "Touch his doggy cock, he loves you doing that to him."
The girl tried harder to wrench her hand away. The old man held her firmly. Her mother began to scold her.
"But now don't be a stupid child, Jennie," she snapped, the tone of kindness gone from her shrill voice now. "You have always loved dogs, you have always been on at me to let you have one. Now you have the chance to stroke a dog where it makes him happy and you are being foolish and naughty."
"He won't hurt you, my dear," Mr. Hubbard was speaking more softly and kindly to her, he was coaxing instead of shouting. "You show Robin how you can make him happy, dear, that's right, there, he won't hurt you will he, see how he likes you holding him like that. That's right, Jennie dear, play with his cock. I expect if the truth is known you only wanted to have a dog yourself so that you could play with his cock when you were on your own with him, eh? I know what you young girls are, my dear. I know what sort of things you like doing when you think no one will ever see or ever find out about you, eh?"
He chuckled, and Jennie felt herself getting hot and flustered. He had taken his hand from hers, but she still held the ever growing cock of the shaggy dog. She saw that glistening red rawness of dog-prick growing larger all the time and a shiver of undisguised pleasure coursed through her as she gripped the throbbing hot canine cock tightly in her fingers. Her mother and Mr. Hubbard watched the dog gradually sniffing higher up the youngster's legs. His head had gone from sight right under her skirt, but they could see the skirt bulging as the head moved. There could be no mistaking what it was doing. The beast was licking the girl's panties, he had his snout right up to her belly and thigh apex and the girl was panting with aroused sexuality.
Her mother and Mr. Hubbard exchanged a knowing glance. Between them they started to undress the girl. The skirt was unzipped and taken from her, the blouse was undone and slipped from her shoulders. The fifteen year old Jennie was beside herself with excitement when she felt Mr. Hubbard sliding her panties down and her own mother helping him to get them off over her ankles and feet. Now they could see the dog greedily licking and sniffing at the young girl's wet cunny, no clothing hiding the exciting spectacle from the licentious eyes of the old man and the girl's mother.
Mr. Hubbard was feeling up under the woman's skirt, he had his hand to her excited cunt and with the slippery cunt-juice on his fingers, he transferred the wet cunt-juice to the pert little nipples of Jennie's naked tits. They guided the dog to get its snout to her wet, slimy breasts. Jennie shivered with excitement and lust as the dog lapped at her nipples. She saw that her mother had unzipped the fly of Mr. Hubbard's trousers, she had his great red-domed cock out and was playing with it while they both watched her and the dog.
The youngster was so horny that they had little difficulty in getting her to lay on her ass while they positioned the horny dog so that he straddled her face, his long bright red cock rearing just above Jennie's face. Her mother drew the girl's arms up and around the shaggy body of the dog. Mr. Hubbard knelt beside the girl, getting his hand under her head and lifting it so that with his other hand he could guide the hot red cockhead into her mouth.
Jennie was sucking the doggy penis, and sucking it greedily and avidly. The beast howled with delight, its great jowls opening and closing, the thick saliva slobbering down from its jaws. Not until the beast had come into the girl's mouth did Mr. Hubbard let her head fall back to the floor. Then he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, his feet wide apart, his great cock rearing from his opened trousers.
Jennie felt herself being picked up by her mother. She had not known her mother was so strong. She was being straddled across the old man's lap, she was being made to sit on that firm upright rigid cock. She was so wet and hornily hot from the lewd obscene act she had; performed with the dog, that the adult cock slid right up to the hilt in her girlish cunt. The youngster groaned as her young cunt was reamed to the deepest depth the long thick' red cock could reach. Her face was right in front of the panting face of the old man. She heard him coaxing her.
"Open your eyes, my dear, open your eyes, so I can enjoy the sexy expressions on that sweet pretty face." When she opened her eyes, her expression thrilled him. Never had he seen such naked hump-lust in the eyes of a girl so young. He kissed her lips lightly, tasting the pungent flavour of the canine sperm mingled with her girlish saliva.
"You liked doing that to Robin, didn't you dear, " he murmured to her. "Now the dog is going to do something he likes doing to you. The dog is going to fuck you, my dear. The doggy cock is not as thick as a man's and so we are going to let it fuck your tight little asshole, my dear."
Her eyes flickered, she was hardly able to understand or believe what she was hearing. Mr. Hubbard felt her young cunt muscles grip him tighter, she was really on heat all right. Her mother was helping the dog upon her to its hind legs, Mr. Hubbard leaned back a bit, pulling the girl with him, still impaled on his cock. Now her asshole was completely exposed and easy to reach.
The woman soon had the raw red prick of the dog inserted into the tight asshole of the girl. The doggy prick was wet and slimy, the pointed tip making it easy to gain an entry to the girlish ass. Very quickly, the ass-fucking of the rapidly frigging dog caused the girl to writhe and squirm, every movement of her doubly-impaled body sending fresh and wonderful thrills down the old man's cock.
"There Mrs. Bland," the old man was shouting. "I told you that the younster would love the red-hot prick of the dog up her ass while she had a real cock in her young cunt. She loves fucking ... just look at her ... look at her."
Jennie was almost fainting, when the dog gushed its wet hot sperm up her asshole and the great cock in her belly belched out the male semen, then she too had her climax. It was at the peak of her orgasm that she passed out-when she awoke she was in bed, not her own bed, she was in Mr. Hubbard's bed. He was snoring beside her, she guessed before she got out of bed and tried the door that it would be locked and the key taken. She was sleeping the whole night in the bed of this old man. As she climbed into bed again, she touched his side, he awoke with a start and immediately embraced her slim naked form.
"You ready for another fucking, my little darling?" he murmured as he guided her warm soft hand down to his hairy dong. It took her but a couple of minutes to fondle him into erection.
Anyone sleeping in the next room would have been awakened by the loud creaking of the old bedframe-they would have known old Mr. Hubbard was frigging again with his fifteen-year old bed companion.
Robin the dog had been taken down to Mrs. Bland's bedroom in the basement. Jennie's mother was to have the solace of the doggy cock all night, while the fifteen year old girl had the real adult cock from old Mr. Hubbard.
CHAPTER FOUR
"But Paul darling, you said it would be alright, you told me to go into the bar and see if there was anyone I wanted to become friendly with. We both knew what you meant, dear." June looked up into her husband's angry face. She had come home and had finished telling him what she had done with her pick-up and what he had done to her. Paul had insisted she tell him all the frigging details. Now he was more angry than she had ever seen him. She had stretched out on the bed when she started to relate her evening's hump pleasure; now she rolled over on to her tummy and buried her face in her hands.
She began to sob. She felt unhappy that her husband was behaving like this, after all it was only at his suggestion, on his prompting, that she had got enough courage up to go into that bar and try to get picked-up. She had been pleased to have that robust humper, pleased to be so fully satiated with cock, but now everything was being spoiled.
She loved Paul, she wanted him to understand that, she wanted him to be able to understand her yearning for hump-bliss and at the same time that she still loved him even if she fucked with another man.
She turned her tear-stained face up towards him.
"Darling, please listen to me. I still love you as much as I always did. This man was just an outlet for my desires, you told me I could fuck with another man. Darling, don't look at me that way. Don't look so fierce."
She saw him gazing at her body, his eyes travelling from her feet to her head. He lifted her dress and pulled aside the moistened darkened panties of nylon. It seemed to excite him and yet make him even more angry as he gazed at her womanly cunt, where another man had found so much fuck pleasure not so very long ago. She saw an expression on his face that she had never seen before ... he was usually so controlled, so kind and understanding, he looked like a madman at this moment.
"You fucking bitch," he snapped the words at her, making a cold shiver shake her from head to toe. "You filthy rotten fucking whore." He was murmuring at her as if to humiliate and hurt her as much as he could with his cruel words.
He reached down and twisted her over on to her back. His fingers digging into her shoulders as he looked down closely into her frightened flushed face.
"And I suppose you want to keep on being picked-up by men who will fuck you for a few dollars, eh?" he snarled at her.
"I ... I ... didn't ask him for the money," she sobbed. "I didn't really I didn't, darling. He gave it to me, he thought I expected it. Darling, please understand, please."
She saw him sneering down at her. He had taken a couple of dollar bills from his pocket and thrown them down on the bed.
"I'm going to pay you now, you horny bitch, let's see if you can make your husband happy for a change. Perhaps you are such a whore you can only please a man if he gives you money. Come on. I've paid my money."
"Darling ... oh no. Please Paul dear, please don't behave like this, darling. I love you, you know I do. Darling no ... please darling ... we can't make love while you're like this. Darling ... please...."
He had unzipped the front of his trousers, he was on the bed between her legs. She looked down, she saw him holding his cock in his hands, she had never known his prick be so swollen, so bloated in need of a cunt. She was about to say how manly he was now, how much better he was than the other man, when he fell on her, his thick prick jabbing up into her moist sperm-filled cunt. As usual he began to see-saw roughly and rapidly on her, but this time it was different, he was so much larger than she had ever known him, so much stronger. She slid her hands down to his hands and guided his palms under her thighs.
"Lift my legs up, darling, and bend me double," she managed to gasp at him. She felt him lift her thighs, he was doing as she said, she was in a ball under his weight. "Frig it a bit slower, darling, use long drives in me, darling, that's it ... that's wonderful darling."
He was managing to control himself, he was thrusting slowly and deeply into her slippery cunt making her moan and groan such as she seldom did in their marital frigging before. His hands were under her twisted and squashed buttocks, he was gripping her ass, trying to make her move and twist her asscheeks and hips.
"Show me how you behaved with your man, you fucking bitch," he snapped at her. "Show me how you pleased him and gave him his money's worth."
She began a slow mechanical grinding of her hips, there was no use in provoking him further by not trying to please him and give him every cunt-satisfaction. He looked down into her face, she was biting her lips but she was clearly well on heat and excited. It thrilled him and gave him added stimulation to realize another man had been just in this same position with her a short time ago. Another man was on top of her, another man had his cock in her cunt. Such lewd and perverse thoughts made him want to come quickly in her. Made him want to show her he was a better man than any old prick she could pick up in the bar.
He sensed that even if he had always failed to thrill her in their past love-making, he was making her respond this time. He was making her know she had a man in her cunt, who was able to satisfy her at last, not a worried husband who made himself sick in the knowledge that he had a pretty wife whom he could not give hump happiness to.
She felt him thrusting and bucking at her like a demented wild animal. Never had he been so fierce and wanton with her before ... he was so brutal he was hurting her. He seemed intent on hurting her as much as he could while he got his own release ... she cringed under him ... this was not her dear loving husband, this was not her darling, understanding Paul ... this was some madman who had given her money to do this vile thing to her ... she felt his hot sperm being jetted with raw force high into her well lubricated vagina ... Even now she had not had her orgasm, she had not been given the wonderful relief that the old man had given her earlier in his hotel room. Even in this state of wild wanton fucking Paul had failed to satisfy her.
She saw him through her half-closed eyes climbing away from her. She heard him do his zipper up, he was pounding off downstairs and she heard the clink of glass very soon. He had gone down to the lounge to get drunk. She knew he' was not going to sleep with her that night ... the thought crossed her troubled mind that he might not want to sleep with her ever again ... why oh why had she let him persuade her to go into that bar to get herself a different cock ... and yet she knew that if she was given the chance again to have the sheer heaven of fuck-satisfaction that old man had given her, she would jump at the chance ... she knew the call of her cunt was stronger than her ties and vows to her husband, especially after the way he had treated her now, and the things he had said to her.
She saw his dollar bill on the floor where they had fallen during the wild act of frigging. She picked them up and put them in her handbag. She had to give a half smile. One thing this night had taught her, she would never have to be short of spending money again with that greedy hairy gash there between her thighs.
Even if Paul wanted to make things up between them and go back to their ordinary way of married life, she would have plenty of chances to "have a man" while he was at business. Like so many young wives she was realizing the priceless asset of the cunt she had between her thighs, a jewel that could earn her money if she got over the stupid idea that it belonged only to her husband.
CHAPTER FIVE
To say that the relationship between Paul and June Simmons was strained would be to make the understatement of the year. He rarely spoke to her. She was more than willing to forget the way he had behaved, if he would forget the way she had fucked with another man. Even though he had been responsible in the first place for her leaving their car and going into that bar, Paul would not let her forget she had behaved like a whore. A week went by, two weeks, and during the third week, the last few days before she knew her period would start, she knew she had to have a man's cock or she would feel like wanting to die.
Paul had not so much as embraced her in bed during those three long weeks. This evening he would be going with his bowling club after he left the office, he would not be home until late. She would find herself a lover ... she had to get some relief from this nagging yearning agony in her pussy.
Mr. Hubbard had seen the attractive young woman come into the bar. If he hadn't shot his load about six times during the last twelve hours into the tight greedy little cunt of his landlady's fifteen year old daughter, he would feel like trying to pick the young wench up. He saw from her left hand she was married, but she did not look like the usual well-worn type of whore that came into this bar with one intention.
This one seemed intent on making his acquaintance though. June Simmons had been in the bar over an hour before in desperation she had decided to try to get picked-up be the elderly man at the table near the door. Mr. Hubbard was the only man on his own in the bar. He seemed a kindly sort, a too-decent sort to be easily lured by the sort of whore he must think she was. The time was getting short and June moved across to his table. He ordered her a drink and she sat down close to him at his table. He talked, they chatted, but he was not trying to pick her up, he was making it difficult for her. It had been obvious why she had come across to his table, yet he had not mentioned taking her home or going with her to her home, not even the mention of a quickie in a parked car. At last he moved to get up from the table. "I know what you are thinking," he smiled at her. "But I am very tired this evening, my dear." He did not add that he had left his manhood in the cunt of a pretty fifteen year old. "Some other time, perhaps, my dear, you are very attractive. I am sorry there was not more trade for you in this pub. I've never known it so quiet."
It would have been easy for June to let him go, but there was no one else in the bar that could be approached. She rose and followed him into the darkness of the large parking lot. The car lot where it had all started, when her husband had suggested she go into the bar while he remained in the car outside.
She was close to the old fellow, she was feeling down the front of his trousers. A slight bulge was there and she held it. "You may be too tired," she muttered. "But this doesn't feel it is all that tired. It's growing already, isn't it?"
She rubbed his prick through the thickness of his trousers, pushing the front of her thighs hard against the body and moving in the most sensual way she knew how. He pushed her away.
"You horny bitch," he snorted. "Go down the docks and find yourself a nigger cock if you are so badly in need of it. Leave me alone."
Old Hubbard knew that sweet debauched Jennie would be in his bed when he got back to her mother's boarding house. He felt tired already, but what strength he did have he wanted to save.
June liked the idea of finding herself a nigger cock, but it was late, she would not have time to find another man, she wanted to get home before Paul arrived. She did not want to further complicate their strained marriage by being out when he got home late at night. She still hoped the marriage would mend, that it would be again happy.
She still loved Paul, and she felt sure he really still loved her. She just had to have her yearning cunt gratified though. It was very dark outside here in the parking lot and she was getting the buttons of his fly undone. He had his back to the wall and was seemingly prepared to let her fondle his cock for a while.
June searched for the opening of his trousers and thrust her hand inside. She massaged his shaft for a moment or so before yanking his big dick out from the covering trouser material.
"It's nice and big," she teased him. "I don't think you are tired at all. I will show you your cock is still very much alive and wants me, darling." She felt ashamed of herself, but she bent forward and quickly slid her mouth over the knob of his prick. She took her soft wet mouth off his cock long enough to look up at his flushed face and mutter: "You like that?"
He nodded. He was panting now, she slammed her open mouth down on his rigid pulsating shaft again. He pushed her away, his cock was throbby and alive, he knew he couldn't wait to get home to fuck his little teenager, he wanted to have a fuck now ... with this horny young woman. June sensed he was ready to change his mind. She looked into his face.
"You want to fuck me now, don't you, darling," she murmured. "You want it as badly as I do."
She was stroking his balls with one hand, while she rubbed his wet dick with her other fingers. He was very erect now, just the sort of savage cock she needed. He had her round the waist, was turning her so she had her back to the bar wall now, he was bending his knees, getting in between her legs as she spread them for him. She lifted her dress and pulled aside her panties, she was lowering herself to indulge in a stand-up quickie. It was at the moment when he slid his cock up into her wet anxiously greedy cunt, that a car swung into the parking lot.
For a moment the headlights illuminated the fucking couple and then the car turned and faced the exit again. From the front seat the head and shoulders of a young man leaned out. June froze in shame and terror as she heard the voice of her husband calling out: "Don't you dare come home to me tonight, you bitch. I thought I would find you here when I came home earlier and you were not there. How many old men have had their cocks up your cunt tonight, you rotten horny bitch?"
The car roared off back into the night. She had lost her urge to make love now, she knew that this was the last straw of her marriage, nothing would make Paul take her back now. She tried to push the old man away but he was not having any such interference with his hump-pleasure.
"Oh no my horny beauty," he chortled. "You tried hard enough to get it, now you are going to have it. You've got my cock stuffed up your cunt till you milk it dry. Come on, you bitch, fuck ... fuck till you're ready to drop."
It was the final humiliation to June Simmons. She clung to the old man, her eyes were closed, her hips weaved and her belly jerked in a mechanical reaction. The quicker she let him shoot his load in her the quicker it would be all over ... all over ... what then? What was she going to do ... where was she going to go? She could not face the further humiliation of being locked out of her own house, and she knew Paul would not let her in for that night.
She would go back to the house in the morning after he had gone to work. She would have to pack her things ... and go ... but go where?
That night old Mr. Hubbard had little sleep, between a horny young fifteen year old and an unhappy frustrated wife he was milked and drained of every last drop of his manly cock-juice.
June Simmons had found a bed for that night ... but what of the future?
CHAPTER SIX
Mrs. Bland had plenty of rooms empty. It did not take Mr. Hubbard long to persuade her to let one to this young attractive estranged wife. She knew what this old devil was up to. He had gone with the young woman back to her own home that morning. They had returned later with several suit-cases full of her belongings. Mrs. Bland knew the old cunt-lapper was going to turn the young woman into a well trained whore, and as long as she could share in the proceeds she did not mind.
After all, she had done well out of old Mr. Hubbard so far herself. He had given her more than a hundred dollars to let him debauch Jennie with the dog and then fuck with the girl. With such an attractive young woman under his control he would probably make a lot of money for himself ... and Mrs. Bland.
It was mid-afternoon when Mr. Hubbard returned after leaving June in the company of Mrs. Bland. With the old man was the largest person either woman had ever seen, and what was more, he was jet-black.
Mr. Hubbard had mentioned about her getting herself a nigger from the docks when she had been trying to persuade him to have a fuck with her at the pub. Now it seemed he had saved her the trouble, he had found a huge nigger for her himself. June felt herself go hot and cold, she was unable to speak as the old fellow chuckled. "I have brought you a new "husband" my dear. Your own husband doesn't want you back and so I thought you would be lonely without anyone else except me to keep you happy. This is Lazarus. Come, let's take him up to your room."
In a dazed trance, June found herself being taken up the old stairs by Mrs. Bland on one side of her and Mr. Hubbard holding her other arm. Behind them came the heavy footsteps of the giant negro. In her bedroom the nigger quickly began to strip off, he was proud of his body and he wanted to be quick about showing it to his new "wife". June was being undressed with the help of Mr. Hubbard and the landlady, and she saw the massive ebony monster cock rearing from the naked balls of her new friend. The jet-black skinned cock looked at least ten inches long, with a huge bloated knob that resembled a clenched fist at its end.
Below the base of the huge cock she saw the large pair of balls, bloated and heavy. She was being pulled down to the bed, being stretched out by the two pairs of helpful hands. She thought the bed was going to crack under the weight of the negro as he clambered on to it and maneuvered himself between her thighs. She saw him locking hungrily down at her pink moist gash as he stroked that immense prick with both hands. Suddenly he bent forward, he had his face to her belly, he was playfully biting her soft yielding flesh. For a moment he licked the downy fuzz of her bush-hair where it formed the top of the triangle, slowly he licked downwards until his large open mouth was covering her more intimate region. For a brief moment he massaged her clitoris with his finger and thumb and then drew the loose cunt well open so that he could feast his lips on the aroused stem of her clitty. He nibbled at the most hypersensitive portion of a female's cunt. June clenched her eyes shut against the whirlpool of utter depraved sensuality that started to streak through her twat.
She had always had a dread about coloured men. Not that she had any sort of colour prejudice in the ordinary sense, but like so many young white women she had this secret, probably inborn, fear that a negro was capable of awakening within them latent lusts that were neither decent nor natural. She moaned as his thick tongue snaked into her wet hole ... her fears were being proved all too real.-. . the shock reaction rippled from the tip of her head to her toes ... she was suddenly all cunt ... nothing else existed of her lovely body ... she was cunt ... it was all cunt ... she was an open cavern, a hole waiting to be filled and satisfied ... the sexual power that all white women fear a black man has over them was taking possession of her senses....
Mr. Hubbard had teasingly said that he had brought her a new husband ... this negro was that husband ... she wanted him to be a husband to her in every wild sexual excess ... he had slowly brought his large face up from between her thighs, he was lapping and nibbling at her tits now ... her inflamed nipples were being drawn into his hot wet mouth, then he moved his large mouth up her chin, his wet saliva in such copious quantity was wetting her throat and cheeks as he slobbered at her ... she rotated her lust incensed face as she sought to guide his mouth to her open waiting mouth. The negro teasingly held his broad tongue out so that she could lick it ... she did more than that, she sucked it deeply into her throat. Mr. Hubbard and the landlady watched the white woman gobbling down the thick wet saliva of the black man. They knew that just as her mouth wanted his tongue and the saliva, so her cunt wanted his massive cock and his thick sperm. They saw the negro adjust his position, they saw his broad naked hips twist and rear, his buttocks rose and then dropped quickly ... June screamed ... the head of his massive cock was ramming in between her stretched cuntlips.
June was eager to have done to her what was clearly going to be inevitable, and yet now that the head of his massive cock was actually frigging into her damp clinging cuntlips, she began to have grave doubts as to her ability to accept such a monstrous-sized dick into her yearning vagina. Mr. Hubbard and the landlady had moved closer to watch her reaction to this fearful rape, they saw at close quarters the huge ebony cock straining to get into her tight cunt-orifice, they saw the white thighs arch and lift, as despite the pain June strove to assist in getting that thick shaft of pulsating cock into her body.
Suddenly under the constant pressure of the very robust thighs and loins of the coloured man, the flesh of her cunt had to "give", the thick dong began to sink in inch after inch after inch, until with a thud the hairy pelvis of the black man humped against the belly and crotch of the panting soft white girl. June lay under the broad muscular negro, sampling what she knew that all women, secretly at least, desire to experience-a real thick, massive prick filling them to the elastic extremity of their hole.
She looked up into his face, he was sweating, it had not been easy to control himself and not do her a serious injury by forcing his massive prick into her too quickly and too roughly ... now this lovely white woman belonged to him, at least for the time being, at least until he had spent himself in her and his sperm was loft deposited in her cunt.
Paul Simmons had felt too unhappy and unsettled to work that morning. He guessed that his wife would be returning to the house some time that morning to collect her things. It was the obvious thing to do after his denunciation of her and his wish that she should not ever live in the same house again. He was unhappy for many a good reason. He still loved June, he knew it was partly his own fault that she had gone off on to the path of wantonness. He would return home, he would wait for her and try and make it up with her without losing too much face and pride.
If he had come to this decision half an hour sooner, it might well have made all the difference in the world to subsequent events. As it was, he arrived at the end of the road just as June was coming out of the house with an elderly man helping her carry her suitcase. Paul had not seen old Hubbard before except in that brief moment when his headlights had illuminated June being frigged standing up in the bar car-lot. Paul was not sure that this man was the same as the person he had seen for that brief moment, but whoever he was, it was clear that he was taking June to her new address.
Paul had followed the car. When it drew up outside the poor boarding-house, he drew it to the curb further up the narrow street. He saw the cases being carried in, then June went in with the old fellow. For over an hour Paul sat in the car and waited. He hoped June would come out again, perhaps on her own. If she did, he would go and try and make his peace with her. She did not appear. In desperation he went to a nearby bar and had a sandwich and a drink. It was during his short spell away from the street that Hubbard left and returned with the negro.
Paul resumed his waiting and watching from his parked car. By mid-afternoon when June still did not come out of the house he decided to be bold and try and see her by calling at the house.
So intent was old Mr. Hubbard and the landlady Mrs. Bland in the sensual proceedings of their new feminine lodger with the negro, they did not hear the knocking on the front door. The bell was out of order and so all the efforts that Paul made to make them hear him were of no avail. He found the front door was not latched and to his surprise he was able to easily open it and enter the house.
He heard sounds from an upstairs room and quietly made his way up the stairs. A door was partly ajar, there was little doubt the sounds of a bedstead creaking along with the tell-tale slap, slap, slap, of flesh against flesh.
As he gazed through the crack of the half open door his jaw dropped. On the bed was his wife June, kneeling on all fours, a huge naked black man was clinging to her back, his huge cock ramming into her cunt from the dog-like position.
The old man he had seen helping her with the cases was kneeling on the bed in front of her face. June was eagerly and greedily sucking his cock.
The colour drained from Paul's face. He was tense with anger and disgust. Had he driven his lovely wife to fucking with people like these? Was this the sort of life she was being forced to lead now that he had closed her home to her? He clenched his fist, whatever the odds he was going to burst into that room and get June away from those two beasts. He hesitated, just for a moment longer he would watch before dashing in and breaking up the orgy. He was beginning to realize that June was enjoying what was being done to her, her face was contorting in lust and showing also the pleasure she was getting. She was sucking that old man's cock as if she desired nothing more than to make him spunk down her throat. She was doing all she could with lips and tongue to get the old man to bring about his orgasm.
The full realization hit Paul ... his lovely wife wanted to suck this old man, she wanted to taste his foul sperm jetting down her throat ... she was writhing and working her mouth and body to show her desire to have scum in her mouth as well as her cunt ... she was a completely abandoned willing plaything of these two horny, frigging men.
Paul made his way back to the top of the stairs and down to the front door as silently as he had entered. He knew it was too late to get June to return home even if he had been still willing to take her back. She was obviously too wanton and depraved to ever want to lead anything like a normal sex life with him again.
He wished now that he had not bothered to try and get her back. He had turned her out, that had been the most sensible thing to do ... and yet ... the nagging doubt remained ... he had loved her very much ... he had been the one to get her to fuck with another man in the first place ... he felt guilty and unhappy that he was to blame for the trail of events that led him to him losing her completely.
His only consolation was that she had been enjoying her exhibition of humping with the negro and that old man. She had so obviously been a willing party to the degrading threesome ... he had no doubt that if she stayed at that wretched boarding-house in that poor area, she would become nothing but a low class whore. He had called her a whore but he had not truly meant it. It would be only a short time before the word would be the one to describe her aptly and correctly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For the next two days and nights June was left more or less alone to settle in to her room in her new home. By the third evening she had made up her mind that this sort of existence was not for her. If she could not go back to her husband, if he would not take her back, then she would go down to Dorset where her married sister lived and try and find a place to live and get ajob down there. Yes, that was what she would do-first go and see Paul, try and make it up with him. If that failed, then down to Dorset, start a new life down there.
She turned sullenly as the bedroom door opened. She expected it to be Mrs. Bland or the young daughter who had been bringing her food up to her. It was not Mrs. Bland or young Jennie ... it was the huge frame of the negro whom Mr. Hubbard had brought back with him the first afternoon she was here.
This huge Lazarus was the one man whom she did not ever want to meet again. He came in and closed the door behind him. "What ... what ... do you ... want?" she stammered to him, finding her eyes going with feminine instinct to his broad loins. She saw the unmistakable bigness of the knot of swollen prick pressing out against his trouser front. He did not speak, he had seen where she was looking. He stepped further into the room. Her eyes were fixed down there at his trouser front, she could not drag her gaze away. The trouser covered shaft seemed to rear and jiggle as he moved closer towards her-she could not help but remember the sheer paradise that had been hers when this horny negro had used that great cock on her.
The huge, curved ebony-black cock had been the most exciting and stimulating object she ever seen in her life. Then the fierce force of the thrust that was behind such a monster, that had really been something to remember as it reamed her cunt!
Lazarus was right in front of her now, gone from her mind were the plans, the idea of returning home and then if Paul would not take her back, to go to Dorset ... nothing else was in her mind save the recollection of the lustful frigging pleasure that massive cock had given her before.
He bent his large head and pressed his mouth to her lips. He kissed her long and with an animal-like passion. He saw her packed suitcases on the bed.
"I'm glad you are packed and ready," he grinned at her as he broke away from the kiss. "I'm taking you with me tonight."
"Taking me ... with you?" she repeated. "What do you mean?" He had pushed her down on to her knees in front of him.
Her trembling fingers were getting his fly undone, she was not disappointed when she yanked the huge thick throbbing ebony length of dong into the open. She knew what he wanted her to do, she knew what SHE wanted to do. Her wet tongue, snaked out and licked the very tip of the huge protruding dick several times before she formed her lips into the shape of the oval O and sank them like a wet collar over his huge cock-head.
As she sucked the great black prick without feeling any sense of shame or disgust, she knew that her plans to return home were doomed before she even left this room. This man with the pleasure-giving cock of huge dimensions had said he was taking her with him ... she knew she wanted to go with him ... to be with him ... to do anything he wanted so long as he gave her the pleasure and satisfaction she craved with this massive prick of his.
She took her mouth off the throbby end. She looked up into his leering face and tried to pull herself up to her feet with her hands gripping his hips. "Fuck me darling," she murmured. "Please fuck me." She moved to go across to the bed but he grabbed her slim waist.
"No, my horny white pet," he teased her. "I am not going to fuck you yet." He picked her bags off the bed and moved to the door. "Come on, I've arranged everything with Hubbard I'm taking you to meet a friend of mine."
The taxi drive was short. June found herself with Lazarus in a very similar sort of boarding-house in the East End. From the sound of the hooting and sirens they were very near the docks, but it was an area that June had never visited and so she did not know exactly where she was. In the basement of the house she was taken, to she was introduced to a swarthy foreign man. She did not like the look of him at all, even when she had first met Lazarus and had felt disgusted at having a black man touch her, there had been something about him that appealed to her. Not so this horrid looking small-eyed man, he looked like an Arab refugee, except that his clothing was well cut and obviously expensive, but he was the sort of man that looked scruffy and dirty whatever sort of clothes he wore.
In a chair at the corner of the room June saw a woman sitting. The woman was heavily made up, her face had an attractive shape and at one time there was little doubt she had been a pretty woman. She looked tired now, the paint and powder could not hide the haggard eyes and desperate expression, and neither could it hide the fearful scar on her face that marked her cheek from her left ear to the corner of her mouth.
"Take your clothes off!" the little foreign man snapped the words at June. She felt terrified and shocked, she was even more shocked when she saw Lazarus take from his inside pocket a curved open razor and unsheath it.
It did not take a lot of imagination to realize that it was this sort of wickedly sharp blade that had caused the scarring on that woman's face.
The hefty negro did not make any mention of the blade he held delicately in his hand. He simply said, as he patted June's shoulders, "I should do as the man says if I were you. Don't you think she should do as Abdul says?" The last words were addressed to the woman in the chair in the comer.
"Do as he says honey," the woman muttered. "You ain't got a lot of chance if you do as he says, but you ain't got no chance at all if you upsets 'im."
Slowly June started to take off her dress, her slip, her bra, her nylons and belt followed. Quite naked she stood trembling while the squint-eyed dusky-skinned man peeered and examined every inch of her.
Lazarus was behind her, his strong arms encircling her, his hands lifting her milky white tits upwards so that the foreign man could examine even the soft undersides of her luscious beautiful breasts. The woman got up from the chair and came across, she tweaked June's nipples into erection while Lazarus continued to hold her knockers upwards. The dusky gent watched and smiled his approval as June had her nipples brought to rubbery hardness and swollen beauty.
When at last the dusky foreigner moved behind her they made June bend forward with her legs quite well apart. She saw that the horrid man was crouching behind her, looking up at her cunt, so blatantly exposed while she bent forward and had her thighs apart. The painted woman was bending June's bent body, her fingers were tugging at June's cuntlips, she was dragging them well apart so that the man could look directly and lewdly into her opened vagina entrance.
The long blade of the open razor was held under her face when she made a slight move. The horrid man was crouching down sniffing at her cunt, his fingers were prising well inside her as if to see how tight she was further in. The fingers of the other woman kept the outer cuntlips well apart, it was as if this foreign brute was probing to her very soul.
"You are quite right, Lazarus," she heard the man mutter. "She hasn't had a lot of men. She will do well for what I need her for. I will pay you the two hundred you ask if you can assure me there will be no complications."
"No worries at all, Abdul, nothing to bother you at all," Lazarus replied. "She has left her husband, he threw her out. He won't care where she is and in any case he doesn't know where she went when she left him. She is healthy and strong and already loves cock without all those stimulants you pump into your women and the vile contraptions you use to make them want fucking even more than they need bread and water."
"It's a deal then, have her taken to the ship by ten this evening. You know the usual drill with the packing case. I'll be back before then with the money."
Before June could get over the horror and shock of this conversation she was being embraced and held in a bear-like hug by the huge negro. The painted woman had produced a gleaming hypodermic syringe from a drawer and already the needle was puncturing the flesh of June's right asscheek.
She tried to struggle, she felt Lazarus getting his trousers open, through a haze she heard him mutter, "I'll give her the cock till she goes under-that will keep her quiet." She moaned as she felt the thrill-giving, lust-raking enormity of his black cock slide up into her moist hole. The last she remembered before going under to the drug that had been injected into her was the sheer thrill and pleasure of the great cock fucking her-By the time she recovered her senses it would be fourteen hours later and she would be on the high seas, bound for an Arabian brothel.
Back in a certain bar parking lot a young man sat in his car night after night, alone and waiting. He had gone back to the boarding house about a week later to get June to come back to him despite all that had happened. Finding she had left that address, his only hope was that she would come back to the bar she knew, trying to get picked up in the bar. When he saw her he would beg her to come back with him, to resume life with him even if she had to find frigging men friends now and again. He loved her still, he wanted her home again even if he had to share her pussy with other men.
The young man waited in vain. His wife was giving her cunt to numerous faceless Arabs and Turks, she was reduced to a cock-loving sexual robot ... the end of the road was reached. "Go into the bar and see if there is anyone in there you would like to get to know" had been the invitation from her own husband that had started her on the trail ... the trail that ended in a tawdry brothel for the lowest of the low.
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE
Doctor Madro waited impatiently for six o'clock. He had deliberately set the appointment for that late hour. Mrs. Pauline Gosford was a very special patient and as such he wanted to make the appointment a very special one.
Pauline Gosford was not ill in the ordinary sense, and yet in one way she was desperately ill. For the last three years she had been gradually slipping deeper into the remorseless pit into which the seemingly incurable drug addicts descend. A coffee bar romance when she was nineteen led her to the first sampling of innocent-type "soft" drugs. An introduction at a party to a foreign drug-pusher had made it easy for her to proceed to the "hard" dangerous drugs until now, just three years from her first sugar-cube taste of hashish, she was on heroin.
For two years she had been married to Charles Gosford, who was at one time a mild addict. He had to travel a lot in his job as representative for a hardware firm. Although he hated to face the truth he guessed his pretty wife had not shaken off the desire to still take the drugs. He did not know where she got her supplies or to what extent she was hooked on the hard vile heroin.
A so-called friend had put her in touch with this Dr. Madro, a man who by any standards should have been ejected from any medical order. His profitable side-line of supplying drugs of all kinds to those unfortunate enough to become addicts had allowed him to neglect the more normal running of a practice until his entire life was now obsessed with his wicked traffic. A lustful man in his mid-fifties, Dr. Madro had been more than pleased to have such a charming attractive young woman introduced to him as in need of his vital supplies of drugs.
Today she had telephoned him. He knew at once as soon as he heard the tone of her voice she was badly in need of a fix. She must be out of supplies to contact on the telephone like this, and although it had been only just after noon when she telephoned, he made her wait until six o'clock before agreeing to see her at his office.
He knew that such a wait would drive her wild and urgently in need of the heroin he could supply her with. She would then be easier to handle for the other plans he had for her while she was at his office.
In addition to the heroin he had also prepared another concoction for her-a very powerful Eastern-type sex-stimulant. It was a very few minutes before six that he heard the taxi pull up outside his house. He opened the door to greet her and led her straight away through to the surgery at the back of the ground floor. He had not been mistaken, she was in an agitated state of mind and body She was eager to get down to the purchase of the drug from him, but she quickly sensed that this was not to be such straightforward transaction, money for the drug, as had taken place on her previous visits.
"Please doctor," she started to remonstrate with him when she saw he was not making any effort to go to the small wall cupboard where she knew he kept the small packets of heroin for his special patients. "Please, I am in a hurry, can you let me have it right away. Here is the money, I have put it in this evelope ready for you."
"All in good time, my dear," he chortled as he poured two glasses of wine from a tall cut-glass decanter "First we must have a drink together. I take it that you husband is away on one of his business trips, or you would not have been so willing to visit me at this hour of the day, my dear!"
Pauline took the glass, she did not know of the evil cunt-stimulant it contained, which had been powdered into the glass before she arrived. She thought it best to humour this horrid man, he was clearly in no mood to be hurried. It would be far better if she go along with his suggestion to have a drink with him and then no doubt he would give her the drug and she could be away from this odious surgery.
She was surprised when he sat down on the surgery examination couch, his glass in his hand, and beckoned her to sit close to him. She was in no mood for social chit-chat, her nerves were on edge, she needed a quick fix. She was going crazy inside although she tried to hide the urgency of her feelings from the leering doctor. The way he was sitting so close to her on this hard leather-topped examination couch brought home to her the the horrid fact that he was intending to try and pet her. The way he kept looking at her while they sipped their drinks, the way he drew closer, and now his free arm slid around her waist.
He must be mad, out of his mind, if he thought she was going to let him play any sort of games with her. She was happily married with a good-looking husband who looked after her well in all the things that mattered-why should she want to let an old whoremaster like this Dr. Madro even touch her? He had always taken her money before and been glad to make the exchanges between them strictly business, money in exchange for the heroin ... why should he suddenly want to change the procedure?
Before she had called on him for the first time a few weeks ago she had been getting her supply from a friend who worked for a doctor part time. The supplies had not been too reliable, on more than one occasion Pauline had almost gone out of her mind when the friend had let her down. That was why she had started coming to Dr. Madro so regularly, he never let her down ... She knew she wanted to get up from from the examination couch, she would get back to the street, get another taxi and try and contact the friend who had obliged her before. This horrid leering old Dr. Madro could go to hell, she would show him she was not a woman he could play about with. She tried to get up but her legs seemed weak, she seemed to have lost the power to move them.
She was beginning to feel very strange inside, some strength came back to her, but she only wanted to writhe her asscheeks, only wanted to try and twist her cunt in spasmodic movements to ease this strange yearning nagging she was now experiencing. She saw the ugly face of the doctor close to hers, he seemed to be looking into her eyes closely as if trying to detect something. She saw him, as if through a haze, he was getting his trouser front undone, a massive prick was rearing up out of his fly-gap. She saw him pumping at his huge prick with both hands while he kept his gaze directed at her face, especially her eyes.
She could not resist looking down at the huge waving purple head of his great cock as he toyed with himself. She seemed filled with a wild urgent sexual need, a sensation she had never previously experienced in such intensity. While she kept her glazed eyes focused on that giant cock, the doctor began to undulate his hips, she watched ... spellbound and breathless.
His voice seemed to come from afar and yet to drum into her brain at the same time.
Stand on the examination couch, my dear," he was telling her. "And take your clothing off for me." He was helping her to her feet, she kicked off her high-heeled shoes before she prepared to step up onto the leather covered couch as he had directed. She held her tight-fitting dress up in order to bend her knee, showing off her nylon-sheathed shapely legs. He held her hand as he helped her to stand up on the examination couch close to where he sat. Her eyes were still directed down to his lap, down to where that great shaft of prick was being massaged by his other hand.
"Now my dear, charming, Mrs. Gosford," he chided her. "I want you to take off your clothes for me and let me have them."
Automatically she began to fumble with the long zipper of her dress. She was anxious to obey him, he seemed able to control her actions and almost control her thoughts as well. The eyes of the doctor filled with vile lust as he watched the lovely body of this young woman being exposed to him as she tottered and stripped almost immediately above his great throbby penis. He watched as the smart sheath-type dress of pale lemon slid down from her lush hips and waist. As it fell to her ankles and she stooped to step out of it he caught a tantalizing view of her wonderfully moulded breasts. Her white tits seemed so ripe and luscious as they were barely contained in the black lacy bra she wore to support them. The nylon half slip followed the dress, he gathered both warm soft garments in his hand and waited for the lacy black bra to be unclipped and given to him. The sex-drug he had given her in her drink was really getting a hold of her by this time.
As she slid her panties down over her hips she could hardly keep still, her belly was gyrating, her hips weaved and altogether she gave as lewd and wanton a spectacle as any man could ever wish to see. When she stooped lower to step out of her panties he grabbed at her swaying, hanging titties and gave her naked knockers a fierce painful massage.
He ignored her squeals of pain and humiliation, and then took her warm soft panties from her trembling hands as soon as she stepped out of them. He tilted his face so that he could pull one breast down to his mouth, he suckled at the nipple with lewd wet noises, and his other hand he dived directly up between her thighs and brought his thick fingers to the hair-lined moist gash of her cunt.
He lowered himself round into a kneeling position in front of her and with a cruel sadistic gleam in his dark eyes he thrust two fingers hard up into her cunt.
"EEEAAGG" she wailed. "That hurt ... you're hurting me ... EEEEAA ... don't ... please ... don't." Her voice suddenly trailed off, she was breathing very heavily, gradually her brain was recording that she was getting a very much needed pleasure from his cruel, frigging fingers. She strained the muscles of her lovely thighs and began grinding herself against his fingers, her hips weaving, her belly rising and failing.
Crouching lower and closer to her and spreading her legs wider apart, he frigged her mercilessly until he heard what he had been waiting for. Her voice rose to a high-pitched wail. "Fuck me ... fuck me ... please doctor ... please doctor ... fuck me ... fuck me ... please, doctor fuck me!"
The gleam of wicked triumph on his ugly leering face, the doctor withdrew his fingers from her sopping and very hot cunt and stretched himself out on his back along the examination couch. Pushing his trousers down and off he lay with legs wide apart. He saw her eyes were staring with an insane desire at his huge rearing cock-shaft. He looked up into her highly flushed face.
"Listen my dear," he said in a clear determined tone. "Listen. You will do exactly what I tell you or you will not get anything of what you want. Do you understand me?"
She seemed not to even hear him, she was on her knees, straddling across his hairy thighs, getting her soft white hands to that fearsome giant of a cock and rubbing it as she placed herself astride his lap. He half rose, leaning forward he grabbed her head of hair with one hand and pushed her naked belly violently back with his other hand.
"I want you to use your mouth first," he snapped at her. "Now then ... kiss me ... kiss me properly."
Pauline found herself roughly maneuvered so that she was kneeling further down his legs, she could bend forward and get her face to that great cock. Without hesitation she was slobbering wet saliva kisses on the fat purple head of the thick dick. Dr. Madro arched his body, thrusting the solid shaft of cockflesh deeper into her suckling mouth. He reached his arms up to clasp his hands behind her neck, brutally pulling her face down to his arched crotch with all his might. Although the cock was nearly choking her and making her gasp and pant for breath, Pauline was sucking and licking it with all her lust-crazed energy. The doctor saw her eyes were completely glazed and lust-crazed by this time, as he fucked into her mouth with steady urgent probes of his dong.
Suddenly he moaned, he was closer to his peak than he had thought. He was unable to control the waves of sticky hot white sperm that began to ejaculate down her throat. He saw her clench her pretty lips tightly around his pulsating shaft as she sucked his hot seed all the time it continued to gush. Something at the back of her brain was making her think of what she was doing ... my God ... what was happening to her? Why was she allowing this sort of vile thing to be done to her? Why was she so eager to do what this vile man told her? Why was she doing this? She could not help it ... she just could not help herself ... she had never felt this before ... never felt she needed sex so badly ... so terribly urgently....
He lay limp in front of her, one hand gripped her head of hair and tilted her face towards his face. He leered at her.
"Tell me, my dear Mrs. Gosford," he muttered. "Tell me what you want more than anything in the world. Tell me.
She knew he was trying to debase her, trying to degrade her even further ... and yet she did not care ... she had to tell the truth ... she knew what she wanted....
"I ... want it in me ... please put it in me. Oh put your lovely big cock right in me," she gasped as she lowered her head again and tried to kiss and massage the limp wet cock back into life and erection again. Slowly the thick penis grew. Her frantic lips and fingers worked his dick into great strength again. She lay down close to him, her legs wide and lewdly spread, hoping the sight of her wet and inflamed pussy would induce him to do to her what she wanted so badly. He got to his knees. "Turn over and kneel," he told her.
"Yes ... yes ... anything...." she moved to obey him. "Anything ... but please ... fuck me ... put it in me ... fuck me ... put it right in me ... please ... please hurry."
He crawled up over her asscheeks, and insinuating his dick under her crotch he drove the iron-hard cock smashing into the wet fullness of her passion-inflamed vagina. As it entered her she screamed, rotating her hips and thrusting down and back at him. "Fuck it ... fuck it ... right up me ... darlinggg ... fuck it ... fuck my cunt ... fuck my cunt darlinggggggggg ... oooaaaAAAAHHHHHHH".
He was deeply inside her, she devoured his thick long cock up to the very hilt. He started to fuck at her with wild urgent deep thrusts, poking the hard long shaft right into the very depths of her horny hole. "Is that what you want, you frigging bitch?" he gasped at her. "Is this what you have been begging for?"
"OOOAAHH ... Yes ... don't stop ... deeper ... darlinggg ... harder ... oooAAA ... this is what I want ... this is what I want ... darlinggg ... oooaaahhh."
The doctor drove into the young woman like a stallion with a young mare. This was how he had wanted to have her ever since that first introduction ... this was what had made his drug-pushing worth while, to get lovely women into his clutches like this, to make them a slave to their wanton lust ... she wanted his cock more than she had ever wanted anything in her life ... the heroin included ... he had made her a raving sex-maniac, she needed cock even more than she had ever needed the evil drug that had brought her to his power.
Pauline felt the rising tide starting deep in her cunt.
She knew that she was going to have the best and most wonderful orgasm of her life ... and then it was there ... right cumingggggg cumminggggg ... I'm cummingggg ... keep on ... don't ever stop ... keep doing that to me ... aaaarrrgggGGGAAAAA".
She had sensed that this was going to be the climax of all time, yet even when it hit her she could not believe the utter intensity, the obsolute ecstasy she was getting from this horny doctor as he frigged her to her peak. She wanted the sensation she was experiencing now to go on and on into eternity ... on and on ... But now the heavy body of the doctor was pounding at her with extra violence, her legs were forced wider apart, her belly pushed harder and closer down to the leather-covered top of the examination couch. Her whole body seemed to have completely rolled under his thrusting body, she was his, she was a part of his lusting body, she was cunt for his cock.
Dr. Madro rammed into her twat without pity or mercy. She was sure that giant cock was going to rip her into two slices and yet she did not care ... she loved the pain and the anguished pleasure she was experiencing. Her slippery cunt-juice flowed around and lubricated his thick hot cylinder of dick as he battered to and fro within her hot clasping cunt-hole.
His sperm inundated her very vitals as for the second time his giant cock spewed out its juicy scum. Her cunt 'mouth' seemed to suck and draw out the last dregs of his semen before at last they both fell exhausted and came together on the warm leather of the couch. It was an hour before they recovered sufficiently for him to give her the small packet of the drug that she had come for.
The evil doctor knew that he would be able to sample her lovely cunt every time that she came to him for the supply of heroin. Her body was a commodity that he valued much more highly than money!
CHAPTER TWO
Dr. Madro did not have many friends, no real friends he could trust, but one such man was the Italian Gisipi who kept bar in the arcade of the doctor's office-building. One reason for the trusting friendship of the ill-matched pair was the money that Gisipi made from pushing drugs to the teenagers who thronged his establishments. Had it not been for the doctor giving him the supplies, mostly the soft drugs, but still very profitable, then Gisipi would not have been the wealthy man he was. The evil medico did not make very much money from his Italian friend in exchange for the drugs. Dr. Madro was not in need of money, he made enough from his own drug selling, but Gisipi, the little Italian was able to provide the doctor with that other commodity he craved so much ... female flesh ... young female flesh.
It was not difficult for Gisipi to get to know about the private circumstances of the young girls that frequented his dive. When a pretty one came along who was living in rooms on her own or had left home and had no one keeping a watchful eye on her, she was the immediate target for Gisipi's attentions. This was the "price" for the drugs he got from the doctor. One evening the young girl in question would have a drug slipped into one of her late cups of coffee. When she would feel faint, she would stay behind when the others left. She would still be there when Gisipi closed up, and by means of a short car journey she would be taken to the rear entrance of the doctor's house.
One such girl was in the basement room of the doctor's establishment at this moment as he made his way after his evening meal down to the drugged girl. He opened the door and went quickly into the room where the youngster lay sprawled on a thick mattress. The young drugged girl, who could not have been more than sixteen or seventeen, lay with legs asunder. As soon as Gisipi had brought her to him, Dr. Madro had given her one of his very special injections. It was clear the conscious girl was well under the spell of this injected drug now as she looked up at the grinning ugly old doctor and smiled.
It was clear she had no idea of the danger she was in, no idea of the true nature of this old man as he peered down at her. She was totally enslaved by the drug fed into her bloodstream from the hypodermic needle that had been used on her tender white thigh. She showed not the slightest horror nor resistance when he thrust his hairy hand up under her short mini-dress and traced his fingers over the smooth warm satin-like flesh of her upper thighs.
Her youthful flesh was incredibly warm and firm, and the warmth increased as his spidery fingers drew closer to her nylon-covered crotch. His finger-tips drew closer to the stretched nylon of her panties, they grazed slowly over them, while beneath her young cunt pulsated. He massaged her lewdly through her panties for several minutes, enjoying the way she rose and weaved under his hand, her face becoming red but her eyes showing no fear or shame ... only excitement.
Getting his hand under her panties at last he worked his first two fingers into the now very wet and slippery cuntal opening. He felt the curled, soft inner-lips of her cunt gripping and caressing his fingers as he worked them to and fro inside her twat-hole. Her mini-dress had worked its way up above her waist under her contortions and he looked down at her perfect hour-glass figure, the sweet, pretty seventeen year old looking the absolute perfect picture of unsullied innocence. A strange expression was in her eyes, a naughty smile played about her sweet bow-shaped lips. A low moan of pleasure came from her as he sunk his fingers deeply into her to his knuckle and his rough skin massaged the tip of her aroused clitoris. He was well aware that the drug he had injected into her would be making her feel the sensual reactions from her fingered cunt right up to her gorgeous tits and their perky nipples.
He knew that by this time the evil drug would be in complete control of her senses, all inhibitions would be released, the demands of her sexually awakened young cunt would be of paramount importance to her.
When he took his fingers from her hot wet cunny she thrust her belly upwards, as if begging for the attention to be continued up there between her thighs. She lay on the thick mattress, her legs even wider apart than before, her pantie-band lay to one side so that her wet, open hot cunt was seen clearly, the lips pulsating, forming a mouth that was begging to be filled and satisfied.
Grinning and humming happily to himself he brought out from a small cupboard a bundle wrapped in leather. The parcel contained a very large beautifully moulded rubber prick. It was partly hollow and he could ease the monstrous instrument down over his own cock. He strapped it to him by means of the special leather harness that was attached to it. The fearsome thing reared out of his balls, it was grotesquely huge, far larger than any human could ever possess. He thrilled to the prospect of hearing this pretty young girl screaming when he thrust this massive rubber instrument into her cunt. He took another hypodermic syringe from the drawer, the barrel was already loaded with a greyish fluid and the girl watched him with a stupid smile on her face as he injected this second dosage into the vein on her forearm. The doctor knew that this syringe contained a secret Oriental drug that would awaken and stimulate every primitive lust that could be experienced by a human being.
He knew that when the fluid had circulated into her bloodstream the young girl would be inflamed to fuck beyond endurance. He slowly mounted her and using care and taking his time he guided the huge rubber cock into her wet gaping snatch. He spread her wet hairy pubic bush with the fingers of his left hand while he guided the massive rubber dong, with his other. He slowly pushed the great blunt rubber dick into her soft yielding cunt, straining deeper and deeper, using more force as he penetrated into the stretched passage. Not until his balls slapped against her crotch and upturned buttocks did he ease the strong firm pressure of his body on her.
"OooOOOOOOOAAAAAA" moans came from her as slowly her drugged senses registered the insertion of the fearful rubber monster dick into her body. The doctor began a slow and methodical series of movements as he started to fuck her, using the full tremendous length of the artificial cock to frig her while she moaned and writhed under his weight.
"OooAAAHHHOOO ... stop ... please ... stop ... PLEASE ... PLEASE!!!" she was gurgling under him as the pain of such a fearsome rubber dong into her body ached through her. Yet even while she moaned under the anguish she was working her young twat to and fro, weaving her hips and rearing herself as a strong and new urge was being awakened deep inside her.
The second vile injection was beginning to work on her now. Low animal growls came from her pretty lips as she arched and lifted her legs so that she could lock her trim ankles at the back of his knees.
Through her drugged haze she could feel his heavy weight pressing down on her belly. She was straining as much as he was, as he pounded and thumped at her without any let up. It was as if he was trying to kill her just with the ferocious weight of his body, as he heaved and thrust his pecker up between her opened, stretched thighs.
He could see he was bringing this young girl closer and closer to her orgasm. Her entire body was consumed with lust and the wild desire to have her hominess gratified. He reached down with his long fingers and curled them in the long strands of her hair that encircled her lust-contorting face. He could feel his mouth filling with hot saliva as his own excitement increased, and putting his face down close to hers he dribbled the warm fluid into her open gasping mouth. The young girl felt her cunt muscles working savagely on the huge rubber monster riding to and fro deep inside her ... she had started to come ... and as the orgasm took hold of her she was wanting and begging for more hugeness, more brutal lunging ... more harsh fierce fucking. The deep sensual sensation deep in her cunt was driving her insane ... she NEVER wanted this fucking of her once innocent pussy to stop ... never ... NEVER ... NEVER ... she could not continue to live without this sort of sensation ... she would die ... she would have to keep on and on ... never would she want this fucking to stop ... never.
Her slim arms reached up and wrapped around the broad neck of the ugly, sweating doctor. She pulled his face to hers and began to suck madly at the wet firm tongue he held out from his snarling lips for her to get her lips to.
The saliva of the elderly doctor mixed with the sweet wetness of the young girl's saliva. He saw she was eagerly swallowing all the slimy fluid that he could transfer from his mouth to hers ... he knew she was almost at her peak ... almost there ... her shapely young legs kicked outwards, then rose and quivered in the air on either side of his lurching body ... this was paradise ... this was what she had been born for ... she was sure of it ... this was what she was living for ... and then she was lying spent and exhausted ... tired and satisted under the heavy body of her ravisher ... the orgasm was over ... it had been the most wonderful experience of her life.
CHAPTER THREE
Tom Larson looked at the bundle of notes on the doctor's desk. He had brought the usual fifty pounds and was crazed for the ugly beast of a man to let him have a fix there and then in his arm. For that fifty, surely he would be able to take some of the stuff away with him. The doctor had not picked the money up, in fact he was getting up from behind his desk, ignoring the money and beckoning the young man to follow him. Puzzled, Tom Larson followed the elderly medic along a passage to the rear of the house and done some stone steps that led to a very humid and smelly part of the basement.
Going through one door they came to another stout metal door. At eye-level was a metal grille, and peering through this the young man was horrified to see a hulking naked man, that is, he thought it was a man, but with the fat muscular torso covered completely in coarse hair, and with long dark hair hanging down from its head on either side of the ugly pock-marked face, it could have been some half-man, half-beast.
The inmate of the small oblong shaped cell got to its feet when it saw the two pairs of eyes at the grille. Grunting like an ape the hairy naked body came closer to the door, making Tom Larson step back instinctively, even if the door was closed and locked to separate them from this wild hairy monstrosity imprisoned on the other side.
Dr. Madro led the young man back to the office, and handed him back the money.
"If you want that fix, and a good supply to last you for a few weeks, young man," he said meaningfully. "You come back here this evening with your wife."
"My ... my wife," the young man stammered. "Why do you want to see my wife? She knows I have to come and see you for the heroin, she knows I will go mad if you don't give it to me. Please, doctor, let me give you my money and let me have an injection now. Please."
"Does your wife like to see you as you are now?" the doctor went on. "Does she like to see you going mad? She wants to help you, doesn't she? If she doesn't help you, by coming here this evening with you, then you will finish up like that poor wretch in the basement cell, won't you?"
Now Tom Larson was beginning to understand why he had been taken down to the poor wretch in the basement, it was to show him what would become of him if he did not get his drug, if he did not get the supply of heroin he so desperately craved. He would get home as quick as he could, he would explain to Pat his wife what the doctor had said, she would have to come back with him. For whatever reason this doctor wanted her to come to the surgery she would have to come ... otherwise he would be like that demented naked apology for a human being down in the basement.
Dr. Madro was well aware that this young man had a very attractive wife. When a short while later, Tom and Pat Larson arrived at the surgery, the doctor was even more delighted to see the young woman was even cuter than he had thought. He explained to her that if she wanted her husband to have the heroin she would have to be co-operative. She seemed apprehensive, but not unduly antagonistic towards him.
"Tom told me about the poor man in the basement, doctor," she muttered. "I can't let Tom become like that. It will be too awful ... too terrible for words."
Dr. Madro smiled at the young couple.
"Come down and see this wretch as you call him, my dear," he said.
"Oh, no, I don't want to see him, poor man," she answered, but the doctor was already taking her arm and leading her from the surgery. She could not help but go. Tom followed, he saw the doctor take Pat down the stone steps, now they were at the door of the cell where the wretch was imprisoned. Tom heard his wife gasp at the stark horror of the naked brute and then before the young man had reached the door himself he saw the grinning doctor suddenly open it and push the startled young woman inside.
The door clanged shut, quickly Dr. Madro locked it and pocketed the key. Horror-stricken, Tom Larson flung himself at the locked metal door, he peered through the grille. He at the horrified wife staring at the hulking, hairy naked brute, her body trembled, she was panting in absolute fear.
"Your wife was so sorry for the poor wretch, I am sure she will not mind bringing a little happiness to his tortured life, eh?" The evil doctor was chuckling as he peered through the grille with the young husband. The hairy bulk was getting to its feet, the bulging mad eyes staring at the frightened young woman's so surprisingly thrust into his cell. Pat Larson fell to the cellfloor as the rough hands of the brute man gripped her shoulders and pushed at her. She lay at his feet, her legs spread allowing the cruel eyes to see her lovely thighs. The brute did not seem sure of what to do, both the prostrate young woman and her husband were staring at the massive cock and balls at the loins of the hairy monstrosity. The claw-like fingers of the beast-man rubbed his thickening prick until the dick reared like a tree trunk from a forest of thick black pubic bush.
The shrill voice of the excited doctor filled the cell. "There's a nice treat for you," he was saying. "A nice young morsel for you to fuck. Go on fuck her good, give her a good fucking."
Suddenly with one movement the brute was tearing her panties from her, her pretty dress became a torn rag, her panties were shredded under the sharp fingernails of the monster. Then he was on top of her, trying to drive that immense prick up between her thighs. The horrified young man saw his wife trying to keep her thighs closely together as the huge prick weaved about near her cunt. Her nylons were torn and rendered useless, her garters and girdle were ripped as the hairy monster wriggled on top of her. It sought to drive that thick cock down between her thighs to get the rounded domed top to the lips of her pussy.
It was an unequal struggle. Pat became tired long before the brute had used much of its great strength. Her shapely legs were being pulled apart, the brute slobbered as it gazed down at the helpless, quivering soft lips of her cunt. Tom Larson closed his eyes as he saw the ravishment of his wife about to take place. When he opened them he saw that the monstrous cock was being rammed into Pat's cunt without mercy, she was trying desperately to spread her legs wider now to make the fearsome entry a little easier to bear. The brute was lapping at her tits after tearing her dress to shreds and dragging away her bra. The lovely knockers went red and were covered in his wet saliva as he sucked at the aroused nipples.
As inch after inch of cock was thrust up into her cunt, Pat turned her face towards the two faces at the grille of the door.
"Please ... please stop him," she was begging. Yet it was quite clear Dr. Madro had no intention of stopping his pet ape-man from this lust-quenching activity. From the look on her husband's face, he was beginning to realize that this was the price his wife had to pay for him to get that good supply of heroin from the doctor. It was a price he was going to allow her to pay....
Pat could feel her soft warm flesh being squashed under the heavy hairy bulk of this brute's loins and torso-she was helpless as inch after inch of monster cock gouged up into her violated cunthole. It must have been a full five minutes after the huge cock had started to enter her that she began to realize the pain was getting no worse, in fact it was a good deal less. She felt the urge to arch up to the brute, she writhed slightly and found it added to her pleasure, she ground up at the hairy stomach pressing into her own soft belly and felt a further two or more inches slide into her vagina.
"Look at your wife," she heard the doctor saying to Tom. "She's beginning to enjoy it. I think you are married to a sexy whore, young man. Look at her, enjoying being a mate to my big-cocked friend."
Suddenly the brute gave an extra hard lunge, sinking all of his fearsome shaft into her cunt to the very hilt. All the breath was knocked out of her as the huge blunt end of the prick rammed against her cervix with fearsome force.
"Fuck her, you shaggy beast ... fuck her," she heard the doctor yelling at her ravisher. Pat felt the cock shooting so hard and deeply into her, she was sure the head of it was rubbing against the inner walls of her womb. The prick was long enough and with that wicked curve on, it such a feat was possible. She was bucking wildly under the heavy hairy monster, heaving and tossing in tempo with its fast irregular movements. Never had she been filled with such a thick and long iron-hard cock.
Tom Larson saw that his wife was almost completely covered by the great hairy man-beast on top of her, then he saw his wife's very shapely legs working their way out on either side of the frigging brute. Her dainty feet, long since devoid of the high-heeled shoes, were lifting, the calves were crossing over the heaving, hunched ass of the brute man. Tom saw his wife cling with her legs wrapped round the hulking hairy buttocks, her arms were round its shoulders, she was giving herself with all her aroused inflamed passion to this brutal fucking ... she was becoming a willing part of it ... she was welcoming her violent ravishment!!!!
It was almost unbelievable to see such a once lovely and rather prim young woman giving herself so utterly and wantonly to this sort of brutal fucking. She had her mouth open and was welcoming the thick ugly tongue of the brute up her throat ... Tom Larson knew that a large supply of heroin was as good as his....
CHAPTER FOUR
The tall gates of the Priory of All Souls clanged shut behind the sedan of Dr. Madro. It was not often he was called to the Priory but when he was he knew it was to attend to Father Giseldi. Father Giseldi was an aging monk who for some reason best known to himself only allowed Dr. Madro to attend him whenever he was feeling ill. A friendship that had developed over the years was bound to lead to intimacy when it concerned the two lecherous men like the Father and the evil medic. It was while he was examining the sick monk that the doctor saw a young trim figure of a girl was passing the window. He expressed surprise at seeing a female in the precincts of the priory, and especially one so young and tender.
Father Giseldi laughed. "Her mother comes in twice a week to help the Fathers with the laundry," he explained. "The girl, rejoicing in the name of Susan-Ann, comes along to help her mother. This week unfortunately her mother is ill, so the girl has come alone."
"She did not look very old," the doctor said. "How old is she, Father?"
"I believe she is fifteen years old," the monk replied.
"Why, Madro, have you some scheme in that active, evil brain of yours?"
"I was considering Father, that such a sweetly innocent girl could do you far more good than anything that I can prescribe for you."
"I know well what you mean, my friend," the aging monk muttered. "I have lain and thought of such fleshly charms and yet ... how can such a prescription be made available for a old monk like me?"
The medic brought out a hypodermic syringe from his bag. "Just let me have a few moments with the girl and with the help of the contents of this syringe all will be possible. Have the girl summoned to your study, I will explain that there is a danger of a disease spreading in this priory and all must have injections. That will be all I require."
Father Giseldi's study was adjoining his sickroom and the girl was called to it and listened to his instructions and those of the doctor. A few minutes after she had entered the silent study, she lay panting and semi-conscious on the cold old-fashioned couch that formed a part of the sparse furnishings.
The aging monk rose from his bed and made his way into the room where the doctor and the girl waited. On the doctor's suggestion the old monk reached up under the girl's dress, and finding her panties had already been removed he was able to finger her moist hot slit without hindrance. He felt the hair-lined cuntlips twitch in eager response to his fingers, the girl gave a low moan but showed no sign of recognition. The doctor saw the great bulge at the front of the dark grey pajamas the old monk wore, eagerly the old hands were getting the long thick cock out so that it was exposed in all its heavily-veined glory. Father Giseldi was finding it hard to believe his wild erotic dreams were indeed coming true, he was trying to mount the panting girl without further delay. The drugged girl was opening her lovely slim legs for him, flinging her thighs open as he sunk between them. He wondered if she had ever been kissed down there between her lovely legs? He eased his body down so that he could rest his head between her thighs, she sobbed in ever-growing lust as his old mouth feasted on the bud of her clitoris.
The drug that Dr. Madro had injected into her had its vile grip on her senses. She was aware now of what was happening and yet wild demons inside her wanted it to happen ... and more ... the hands of the old monk were all over her. She was being turned over on that leather couch, other hands, the hands of the doctor, were undressing her completely. She was now naked, stark naked, and the lips of the old monk were on her ass, kissing every inch of her flesh, her asscheeks, the backs of her thighs, and in between. She felt her soft warm asscheeks, being drawn apart by those old cracked hands, she jerked and panted as she felt the wet hot tongue jabbing all along the crevice between her ass.
Her tight virginal asshole was being tongued and kissed by the old monk, while the leering doctor stood close by and watched every movement of the old man and every expression on the young girl's pretty face.
"Spread your legs, my little pet," the girl heard the monk muttering to her. Without thought she obeyed, the doctor taking hold of her ankles to make sure she spread her legs as wide as she was able.
"Ooooaaaa," she gave a little gasp and moan as a finger prodded into her tight asshole. She felt the ring of her rectum stretch and ache and then it suddenly gave and the finger slid inside her shit-hole, giving her a strange and far from unpleasant sensation.
The finger rotated around inside her anus. It expanded as slowly and gradually the finger sank right in to the palm that controlled it. The finger began to see-saw in and out and when it was joined by a second finger she felt the pain again. But it went just as quickly as before and with two thick fingers in her anus she enjoyed the ass-frigging that the old monk gave her. Suddenly the fingers were withdrawn.
"Kneel in front of me, my child," she heard the old monk saying to her. The doctor helped to make her kneel in the required position. She was on all fours in front of the old man, her full naked, rounded asscheeks raised towards him. The doctor took her right wrist and dragged her arm back under opened thighs, her hand was guided to the heavy dangling balls of the monk. Gradually her soft hand found its way up the thickening shaft of his penis, she felt the wild desire to try and drag this long throbbing thing to that stretched puckered opening of her ass, where his fingers had given her this strange pleasure. Almost without thinking she was pulling the rounded stumpy end of the prick to her asshole. She winced as she felt the ring being stretched far more savagely than it had been with his fingers, the old monk was rearing up on her anus now, getting leverage behind his cock now that she had planted the end of it to her ass-hole.
A happy doctor watched the slim young girl struggling helplessly to avoid the fearful penetration up her ass of the thick long prick of the horny old monk. The girl had no chance with the aging whoremaster, he knew that the girl must be feeling as if a large violent monster had crawled up inside her ass and lay throbbing there. Wheezing and gasping, the old monk began to sodomize the young girl with all the energy at his command. This tight beautiful ass of the young girl was just the perfect hole to suck and milk all his come from him when his old body was ready to fulfill its climax. His old cock became so very heavy as the much-needed orgasm came closer. The good doctor was kneading the swaying balls of the old monk to bring about the most violent and plentiful peak as possible. The beautiful ass hole of this lovely fifteen year old girl was going to get the full benefit of several years of sexual abstinence. Dr. Madro knew the monk would shoot into the girl a fantastic amount of hot sperm.
It was just as well the girl passed out at this stage, for the old monk was cured of all his ills at the moment of his orgasm up her ass. The poor old Father never regained consciousness after spewing out his come into the tight milking asshole of the girl. It took all the medical skill of Dr. Madro to extricate the man from the girl and to get the old man back to his bed. He gave the girl another injection to make quite certain she would never remember what had taken place, and then sent for a monk to help him carry the girl to his car.
She had been taken ill, he explained to the monk, he must take her home at once. It would be later in the day that the lifeless body of Father Giseldi would be found in his bed, and the doctor would be summoned yet again to the priory.
This time the visit would be a sad one instead of an erotic and joyous one ... but there was no doubt that old Father Giseldi had died happily. In that way at least Dr. Madro had done his duty.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was not often that Linda Stevens came to a dance. This was a special affair given in aid of charity. She had been looking forward to it for so many weeks she thought she was going to be disappointed when a few days beforehand her boy friend fell ill with a stomach complaint. Dr. Madro had been kindness itself, he could not get the young man fit for the dance, but he said he would escort Linda there himself and take care of her. She did not go out very much, she did not have many friends of her own age. Certainly no one would at this late stage take her to the dance, and so she had been pleased to accept the elderly medico's kind invitation.
It had been a most enjoyable dance evening. Until the dance near the end she had no cause for complaint, but now she was aware that the old doctor was holding her far more tightly than was needed for the dance. With one arm locked round her waist, he was pressing the lower part of their bodies hard against one another.
He was undulating his body against her in tempo with the slow tune the band was playing. His face was pressed to the side of her ear as if they had been young lovers, and she did not like it, not one little bit did she like it. She felt his aim that was around her slide up from her slender waist, his hand groped under her upraised arm to caress, her round, full, firm young titty. Linda felt uneasy, she did not know quite what to do. She felt even more unsure of herself when his other hand cupped her asscheek in through her gown he began to knead her ass with urgent grippings and squeezings of his strong fingers. With utter repugnance she felt the umistakable swelling of his penis against her belly, it throbbed and burned her even through the covering of their clothing.
It was in his car on the way back to her home that he really let himself go with her. He parked in a quiet secluded parking space on the outskirts of the sports stadium, and before she knew what was happening he was kneading and massaging her breasts into twin peaks of hardness and sensitivity. She watched his experienced hands get her gown down to the waist, saw his agile fingers getting her bra undone and down. She closed her eyes and gave gasping sobs when he lowered his face to her bared titties and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He began to suck like a piglet on her right nipple, bringing it to a hard quivering point, and then he worked on her other tit until that, too, was tipped by a firm rubbery point of erotic passion.
In spite of her utter disgust at having this elderly doctor touching her like this, Linda began to experience a strange sensation through her body. An expanding heatfilled wave was spreading through her body. She tried to push him away as her mind filled with thoughts of her boy friend and of the many times she had stopped him from trying to be as intimate with her in a car as this old doctor was at this moment.
Dr. Madro gave her a knowing smile as he slipped one hand down to rotate on her belly. He had his palm under the elastic band of the waist of her panties and she trembled at the warm touching of his hand on her bare flesh.
"Aha ... you like that eh?" he chuckled as she gave a very low moan. He bent forward, getting his face near her lap. She hardly resisted when he got her panties down to her knees and then to her ankles and finally right off. His very clever and experienced fingers massaged at the very mouth of her cunt until she was moaning continually. In the semi-darkness of the car she saw him opening his pants. A great column of prick reared up, she had never seen anything so horrible or frightening in her life. In the light from the dashboard she could see the great thick veins on the shaft, she could see the swollen huge dick-head on the top of his tremendous cock, he saw the terror in her eyes. He wrapped his strong arms round her and cradled her to him.
"There is no need to be so frightened, my dear" he chuckled. She trembled and tried again to push him away as she felt his fingers at her cuntlips, she cried out as his fingers deeply dipped in between her soft quivering twat-lips. He pressed inwards until his palm cupped her snatch and his fingers were right inside her pussy.
When he levered himself over on top of her, she heard as well as felt his fingers slip out of her sopping hole. She felt him getting into position, several times he shifted and made another inward lunge. It took several attempts before he was satisfied his prick was directed right. Then, like a great battering ram, she felt his iron-hard cock go up into her tightly-walled cuntal passage. The way he thumped hard on to her belly sent all the breath from her body, he was right inside her vagina now. She realized that he had not put on any sort of rubber contraceptive before putting his cock in her. On the few occasions when her young men had gone this far with her they had always been most careful that a rubber condom was spread down his rampant prick. This man was a doctor, though, and she was sure he would take care of any complications afterwards.
She began to fuck under him, she was ashamed at the cunt-stimulation she was getting from this great ugly cock that this old man was thrusting up and down inside her. A sweetly tantalizing burning sensation was making her squirm her cunt and lift her belly to him. The doctor sensed she was responding at last, he got his mouth to hers and kissed her wetly and tongued her inside of her mouth. Instinctively she found she was moaning softly and sucking at his tongue as he lunged it from side to side in her mouth. Now she was pumping her asscheeks heaving herself willingly to his cock and balls. Soon the words that were music to the old whoremaster's ears were heard from the young woman, "Fuck me ... fuck me ... ooohhhaaaa, darling ... fuck me."
He had been sure she was a normal healthy and full-blooded young woman who would eventually welcome the sort of ferocious fucking he was giving her. Now she was proving him right. He grabbed her asscheeks and drove faster at her, he knew she must be close to her utter fulfilment ... suddenly she was bucking, quite out of control, her hips weaved, her cunt rose and fell, she sobbed out her anxiety to have her climax ... she felt the doctor's thick prick jerking, felt the white hot sperm jet into her twat. He muttered the filthiest obsecenities he could into her ear as they reached their mutual climax ... he was happy that there would certainly be no unpleasant aftermath from this raping in his car, the pretty victim had enjoyed the experience too much ... Perhaps he would let his "friend" down in the basement cell amuse himself with her as well? Anything was possible to the horny mind and lewd desires of Dr. Madro!
PART THREE
CHAPTER ONE
This was Rosina's last few weeks of what she called "her freedom". At the age of almost eighteen, she was actually seventeen and eight months, she had left College a few weeks ago. Her parents were letting her have a few days to settle down now that they had all returned from their annual holiday to the sea, and then "you must really try and find a job dear" her mother had told her. It was not that Rosina was lazy, she enjoyed doing what interested her, she enjoyed the freedom of being able to please herself with what she did while her parents were at work. Knowing that her days of pleasantly doing nothing were getting less she decided to go to the pictures this afternoon while she had the chance. There wouldn't be much more opportunity of film going in the afternoons when a girl has to start work.
She was in this happy relaxed condition in the darkened movie when she became aware that a man had quietly moved from where he had been sitting at the end of the row she was in, to settle himself next to her. She could tell in the dim light that it was not a male of her own age group. Not that he was an old man, about thirty five she thought, and from what she could see he was good looking. She felt flattered and made not the slightest effort to shift her leg when she felt his right leg pressing against her left leg. Her companion conveniently dropped a newspaper he had been holding and as he stooped to pick it up he gently eased her skirt well above her knees when he straightened up. She saw he had lost all interest in the film, his gaze was directed down at her exposed nylon covered knees and she felt a warm exciting tingle in the base of her belly at the thought of this adult admiring her legs.
He must have been very pleased that his young attractive girl in that deserted movie had not quickly brushed her skirt down to its original position. Feeling safe to be bolder he had gently and almost without her realizing it, slithered his hand to the skirt and gently eased it even higher so that it was just past mid-thigh. Rosina dared not look at her companion, she wanted him to touch her again, but she did not want him to know she knew what he was doing. She was ashamed of her feelings, and yet with a sensualness that she hardly understood she wanted this stranger to admire her and enjoy the revealingness of her legs.
Yes, there was the gentle twitching of his clutching fingers again, her skirt bobbed up even higher. Now in the gloom of the theatre her thighs gleamed as the naked ring of flesh above her stockings was slowly exposed. The stranger smiled slyly to himself, he saw the way this young girl was staring intently at the screen, trying to make him think she was so innocent she didn't know she was being artfully screwed around with in a very modest way. He had her skirt as high as he could get it without her having to lift her thighs from the cushioned seat-top. He placed his hand nearest her on her rounded knee and pulled it towards him, so that her thighs opened enough for him to get a tantalizing vision in the gleam of the insides of her lovely thighs. When he leaned across her and with a hand on each of her knees made her spread her legs more open, she knew that pretence was no longer possible.
She chanced a quick sidelong glance at him and for a brief moment his eyes met hers. He smiled what he intended to be a smile of assurance, a smile of coaxing, a smile that would convince her he was not just one of those dirty old men who prey on lone girls in the movies and the parks.
Rosina felt a strange exciting thrill go through her as she returned his smile with a half smile of her own. For the first time she realized he was not English, he looked foreign, his smile with the several gold-filled teeth added to the mind picture she was forming of him of a wealthy foreigner. An Italian perhaps? He looked swarthy and very good looking. No matter, she saw him sliding the smart dark navy raincoat he had had across his knees along towards her knees. The moment the light-weight coat covered her lap the upper part of her legs she felt his warm clammy hand touch her bare flesh above her nylons.
It was one thing to let a stranger look at her legs, even to let him see up her thighs as she had let this man, but to have the stranger actually touching her was quite a different thing. For a moment or so Rosina was not sure if she should shake off the raincoat and leave her seat. The hand seemed so gentle, so tantalizingly artful in the way it fondled and rubbed her smooth flesh. When he moved his hand down to fondle her legs just above her knees so that her nylons formed a flimsy partition separating his hand from her skin she felt as much of a thrill as when he had touched her bare skin. She was unable to prevent herself from breathing heavily as her deep-rooted horny feelings were being slowly awakened inside her. When the hand, after rotating for a few moments round the top of her stockings moved on to the bare flesh again near the tops of her legs she held her breath. She sensed that the hand was not going to feel her as innocently as it had done a few moments earlier when it had been on her bare flesh for the first time.
Although she was looking at the screen she was not actually seeing the film, she was too excited to comprehend with her eyes while her senses were being so sensually aroused. She was aware that the man was keeping his eyes on her face as his hand moved higher and closer to the most privileged area of a girl's body. Instinctively she brought her legs together, trying to sandwich the hand and wrist with the fleshy softness of her broad thigh tops. Just how far the petting of this pretty seventeen-year old would have advanced will never be known, for the row was beginning to fill up and someone came and sat next to her on the other side.
The stranger discreetly withdrew his hand much to the regret and consternation of the young girl. Although he had not spoken to her she felt a strange sense of loss when he got up and left the cinema a few minutes later. Her depression was not to last long however, for when she came out of the cinema she saw him waiting for her on the steps outside the doors. In the daylight she could see that he was indeed quite good-looking, perhaps older than she had imagined. She was to learn that he was a native of Malta, his name as near as she could pronounce it was Wasse. She accepted his invitation to have a cup of tea with him, and while he talked with her in a nearby cafe he was cleverly and discreetly finding out about her from well-worded and hidden questions. He learnt that her parents were both going on to a party straight from their business and would not be home until late in the evening. He then told her that he had a friend who had been looking for a long time for a young very pretty girl to act as a model in some private filming he was doing. Would she be interested? She was as pretty as the girl they had in mind, and if she proved as good a model as he thought she would his friend would pay her well.
Half an hour later found the young girl being introduced to Wasso's film friend. A Maltese gentleman like himself, but older, in his fifties. Rosina was having another drink with Wasso now, this time it was not tea but gin and lime. It was a drink she had never had before and one which was being fed to her to make her more pliable for the plans these two evil men had for this pretty girl.
When they took her through into an adjoining room she saw it was fitted out with several cameras on swivel tripods and a number of coloured screens were placed round the walls at various angles.
"I shall have to take some test shots first my dear" Lagri the older man told her "and for these I shall want you in the nude."
The gin helped Rosina to hide her shock, and moving as if in a dream she began to take off her blouse and skirt. When it came to removing her bra she felt really embarrassed, but the soft coaxing and admiring remarks of the two men urged her not to be shy and modest. She had a lovely body, and it was a sin not to display it, they told her, exchanging licentious glances between themselves.
When she was completely naked, the two men quickly moved large arc-lamps into position. Moving from one angle to another with the quick sharp steps of the man who knows just what he is doing, Lagri snapped her a dozen times or more. Wasso had gone from the room to return with a tray of drinks. A large glass of gin mixed with vodka this time for the young lady, who was by this time getting more used to being in the nude in the presence of men. She consoled herself that they were after all photographers and so it was not like being undressed in front of ordinary men.
When she had finished this long drink, she had never tasted anything like it before, the glass was taken from her and she felt a warm glow all over her. She winced and tried to pull away from Lagri when he suddenly embraced her from behind. But he put his hot hands on her pert proud teats and was quickly rubbing his fingers round her nipples until each was as stiff as a bead and as pinky as they had ever been.
"Just want to get you to show your excitement on film" he explained "now kneel on this chair my dear". Lagri returned to the camera and it was Wasso who was persuading her with his hands and coaxing words to kneel with her legs further apart.
From angles near the floor the quick moving Lagri was snapping her a dozen times, getting her lovely young body from obscene angles so that even if she was in a pose that in itself was not lewd it would appear so when the prints were made.
When Lagri changed over cameras and explained to her that he wanted some shots in colour, she saw Wasso take out a very large cabinet of make-up equipment. She was utterly ashamed at the thrill she got when the two men applied rouge and lipstick to her firmly pointed nipples and while she sat in the chair, Lagri spent a considerable time in making up her face. When he had finished with her eyes, her brows, her cheeks, her lips and her lashes she looked like a little wanton whore, and quickly he took more photos for the record of her in this strange bizarre make-up.
Meanwhile Wasso had fetched more drinks for their young victim. Aroused and excited, the young girl did not protest very much when the older Maltese told her he wanted to snap her with her hand to her cunt in the throes of giving herself what he called "a naughty little rub-off. The camera on a low tripod was placed right between her legs, so that the camera recorded in very great detail her tight, cunny being fingered as she slowly self-abused herself. Lagri kept his attention on the camera work and it was Wasso who with a low coaxing voice and now and again a physical assitance with his hand on her wrist told her how they wanted her to pose for these revealing shots.
At first she had been ashamed and horrified at what she was doing, but as her fingers frigged it was but natural that she should find her cunt responding. When they made her lay full length on a padded cover on the floor, with the camera right between her thighs she was a most willing and enthusiastic party to this recording of her giving herself cunt-pleasure with her fingers.
She did not notice the two Maltese exchange a knowing look, but she gasped in sheer astonishment when she saw what object the grinning Lagri had taken from the base of the make-up cabinet.
It was a curved shaped rather like a banana and made of a firm rubber stuff. At the base of the rubber curve, a wooden handle shaped to make it easy to hold in one hand was affixed. Between the rubber base and the wooden handle, a large rubber syringe-like ball was attached. This was of course the first time the seventeen year old Rosina had ever seen this object of feminine debasement, and she listened with utter disbelief as the elderly Maltese explained what she was to do. When he handed her the obscene implement to hold he warned her not to squeeze that rubber syringe-ball. She felt that was filled and heavy with a fluid, the two men watched her handling and feeling this object of debasement, knowing that she was getting perverse sensual thrills from working her fingers up and down this imitation prick.
It was several minutes before she was sufficiently horny and sexy to actually WANT to do what these two men kept coaxing her to do. She did not notice that the camera had been changed again. This time it was a movie camera recording on film her every movement as she writhed and tried to insert the bulbous head of the rubber cock into her hot puffy cuntlips. When she had the curved rod into her cunt it was the most natural action in the world for her to start getting pleasure from thrusting it to and fro inside her tightly gripping hot vagina. The camera faithfully placed on permanent record her emotions, her contortions, her lust spasms as they shook her writhing body.
The studio room was filled with the sex sobbings and pantings of the young girl as well as the constant whirring of the camera. The two well-satisfied Maltese procurers looked down at their latest victim to their web of lust. It was only a short while before Rosina lost all awareness of their leering faces. All she knew, all she cared, all she wanted was this wonderful sensation in her cunt and belly to continue as she went on 'fucking' herself with the weird fixture that had been presented to her to bring herself off. Lagri was getting some really splendid shots as Rosina tossed and writhed on that padded top before he signalled for Wasso to take over the camera. The whirring never left off during the change over. Now it was Wasso doing the filming, while the older Maltese was kneeling beside the girl, grabbing the well-greased and soiled lust object and slowly extracting it from her pouting, gripping cunny opening. He had his prick exposed, a thick purple knobbed monster cock that he was aiming between Rosina's still-open and twitching thighs.
Her bare arms quickly slid round the elderly man's neck as she felt the paradise of being filled with a real pulsating prick instead of that very good imitation one. The whirring camera was recording how earnestly and homily she was welcoming the old man's cock to take her cunt. The Maltese were sorry it was not a sound film, for her wild animal-like cries and sobs as she was fucked would have thrilled any audience, both of men and women.
The camera alternated from showing a close-up of the man slobbering his saliva into her open gasping mouth and the large prick pistoning to and fro to fuck into her violated cunthole. In his excitement, Wasso had difficulty in keeping the camera directed properly when the climax of the frigging union between man and girl approached. It was not until the heavy foreigner had lifted himself off her and the spasms of her ecstasy were fading to a dull aching searing sensation in her stretched vagina, that Rosina fully began to understand the horror of what these men had made her do and had done to her.
They helped her to dress, and washed all the heavy make-up from her face. Warning her that if she did not want her parents to get a few naughty pictures popped into their letter box showing what their daughter enjoyed doing, she was not to mention to a soul what had happened since she had been brought her by Wasso. Rosina was too ashamed to want to let anyone know what she had done, her parents would be the very last persons she would want to confide in about a matter of this sort. They were quite safe in having filmed her in the act of frigging herself with the dildo and then being fucked....
CHAPTER TWO
It is quite certain that the parents of Sally Drake did not know the true nature of the polite foreign gentleman who had recently come to take up residence in their home. The Drakes had a large house and to help make ends meet it had been decided to take in what they liked to call a "paying guest". A friend had put this elderly Maltese man in touch with them and now Lagri was the welcome paying guest. The Drakes did not know that his sole reason for taking up residence with them was his desire to seduce and then procure their pretty sixteen-year old daughter Sally. That their daughter might be in any sort of physical or moral danger from Lagri just did not register with them, and on the evening when they went to the local picture-house they thought nothing of leaving Sally in the house with the elderly foreigner.
As usual when he was trying to "make" a comparatively innocent girl, old Lagri used the flattery technique. It worked well with Sally and it was not until he moved round to the back of the chair on which she was sitting and planted a light kiss on the back of her neck that she realized this quite good looking man was intending to want more than just talking nice things to her.
She felt thrilled at the warm breath on the back of her neck as the old man kissed her again, this time not so lightly and with more feeling. When she tilted her head back to remonstrate with him, she found his mouth covering hers in an inverted sort of kiss. Finding that the way his tongue was active in her mouth made her feel good, and knowing her parents would not be back for some time Sally felt safe in playing along with this horny old fellow. She reached her hands up to draw her fingers through his thick head of hair. His tongue although she had many boy friends more in her own age group, none of them had ever given her so much pleasure with a kiss.
Now a new thrill pervaded her senses as the old fellow reached over the back of the chair and got his hands to the front of her pretty pale-lemon blouse. It was but a few deft twists and turns of his wrists and the buttons down the front of it were released and the white fabric of her bra was revealed to him, the cups fitted snugly over her well moulded pair of titties. Every time she tried to draw her face away from his he engaged her harder with his mouth, and while the hot impassioned kissing went on he was cleverly getting her blouse down her shoulders. His hot fingers slipped the bra shoulder-straps down from her slim shoulders and the bra-cups fell forward away from her perky white titties. Sally let out a moan of pleasure when his clammy hands lifted her young prominent breasts from beneath, the soft pliable tits laying in his palms as he raised them and 'weighed' the delightful domes. Sally was far from displeased at the admiration this old man was giving her exposed knockers.
The long kiss at last came to an end. Now she looked down at her breasts as he swayed them and then crushed them inwards to massage one against the other. Never had the young girl had her body so blatantly touched as this old Maltese was doing. She sighed with pleasure and lay back happily Lagri had maneuvered her so that she sprawled with her back more towards the side-arm of the chair. When he moved round to the side of the chair, she found her head rested against his loins.
She glanced up into his face, he smiled at her, "Would you like me to kiss your pretty titties my dear?" he asked softly. He bent his face down to her front and as she answered by arching her body up towards him, he was getting his mouth over the warm little bud at the peak of her right titty and giving it a heavy suckling. Each breast was given the long slow treatment, so that each globe was tipped with a hard crimson nipple. While she was squirming and writhing in this new wonderful sensation, she felt him dragging her hands up to his trouser front where the zipper was already tugged down.
Had Mr. and Mrs. Drake come home from the movies a half hour after their paying guest had started to pet their daughter, they would have seen her with his great prick in her sweet mouth. She was willingly being shown how to cocksuck him while he frigged her aroused nipples with fingers and thumbs. They would have seen their daughter's head bobbing and weaving at the writhing loins of the Maltese gentleman. They would have heard her moaning, heard him gasping, then they would have seen her take the first sampling of male sperm in her throat as the licentious Maltese taught her the ultimate thrill of the sucking of a man's prick-swallowing his hot come.
Not that Lagri was going to be content with letting his latest young victim off with just a tit-frigging and sucking him off. Now that he had got the pretty Sally Drake well on the move towards complete sexual submission to his evil intentions he was going to take advantage of her aroused passions. It was a few minutes after he had recovered from the age-old thrill of having a soft feminine mouth drawing his scum from his balls that he took the horny excited girl up to his bedroom.
He saw she showed no fear or regret, and quickly he took off his jacket, tie and shirt and undershirt. At the sight of his strong brownish chest with the quite thick fuzz of crinkly hair, he saw the girl was impressed and more excited, if also more apprehensive than she had been down in the living room. She was quickly returned to full awareness of the ache of desire that had been awakened in her body by the lewd, expert way her tits had been treated. The clammy hands of the elderly Maltese gripped her waist and slowly pushed her skirt, and her panties down her thighs. His trousers joined her garments in that heap on the bedroom floor, and without any objections from the youngster Lagri led her to his bed and she flopped down on it.
Like a large fleshy monster of prey the tanned Maltese hunched over the white trembling figure of the teenager. His large mouth descended to her nipples to excite and keep them stiff and 'alive' to all sensations. For several minutes he sucked and nibbled at her nipples and then lapped with his tongue round the base of the buds and slowly round and round her knockers until every inch of the pliant white titty had been attended to. Sally was giving little gasps of breath that denoted the extent of her aroused horniness and at this stage the naked Maltese gently lowered his bulk down on to her body.
The young legs spread wide, she thrilled to the touch of tough muscled and hairy thighs pressing down on to her own smoothly fleshed ones. Her small hand went down instinctively to clasp the huge rearing prick that she could see as she looked down the front of their torsos. He saw, and enjoyed, the expression on her face as her hand made contact again with his strong thick shaft of cock. He knew she must be thinking how on earth such a sized monstrosity would ever go into her small gash that ached to be filled between her twitching thighs.
Yet, whatever her thoughts, whatever her misgivings might be, she did not make any sign or action to prevent this elderly man in his intentions to go all the way with her. Her left hand slid round to rest on his muscled buttocks, while she shifted the position of her other hand to make room for his own guiding hand to clasp the stiff prick as well.
"Try and relax honey" he muttered as he slowly pushed his huge prick slightly down so that the domed knob nestled ito the groove made by her distended outer lips. "It may hurt at first but as soon as I get it up you, you will love it" he assured her, as a tingle of pain already began to make itself felt in her young cunt. So well aroused and horny was the girl that despite the pain as soon as she felt him wriggling and twisting his loins to thrust that iron-hard cock into her she tried to assist in the penetration. She arched her body so that her belly was raised and with her thighs well apart, she made her cunt an easier target. Sally had to bite her lower lip to prevent herself from screaming as she felt the bone hardness of his huge dong sinking into her. An especially sharp pain was quick and sudden, and she knew this was her maidenhead being split, or what the girls at High School called "having your cherry plucked."
She momentarily thought of the numerous boys and youths she had been out with and who had tried to get her to go the whole hog with them. She had always found it easy to refuse, but with this past master of seduction, which was what the elderly Maltese was, she had given in so easily and was pleased, despite the pain, that she had given him her cherry.
Her belly was thrust hard against his stomach, she could feel the tickling that the thick mat of bush-hair caused against her own silky hair at the junction of her thighs and belly, and she knew the worst was over. The pain was already so slight she could hardly recognize it amongst the other wonderful sensations of pleasure that she was now experiencing with a man-sized prick fucking her twat.
The Maltese was recoiling and thrusting, recoiling and thrusting, recoiling and thrusting against the new writhing flushed young girl beneath him-gradually the lithe body of the girl took up the tempo. The cock-cunt rhythm as old as the hills became a part of their mutual passions. With coaxing murmurs in her ear he encouraged her to attain the perfect movement of synchronisation that gave them both the maximum pleasure and eventual orgasm.
Now Lagri was listening to the sweetest sounds in the world, at least to him. The sounds that he had known he would one day hear as soon as he set his greedy eyes on this young lovely girl. The sounds of her moaning in physical ecstasy, the sounds of the swishy, swashy, squelching of hard cock diving into a soft moist hole of teenage-cunt. He was able to give her a thorough and hard frigging now that he discovered how easily and willingly she was accepting all his well-sized cock into her twat-hole of womanly moistness. Her response to the sort of hard brutal fucking that any mature woman would have found so wonderful, was one that told the procuring Lagri what he wanted to know. The way she moaned and made her whole cunt silently beg for more and more prick, told him that it would be an easy matter to make her a slave to prick. To make her not want to live without it, to make her an easy piece of tail accompany him to a den of vice when the right time came, a trip from which she would not return!
He felt her fingernails raking at his shoulders as her arms raised and clasped about his neck. He was sure the little horny whore was drawing blood from his skin so hard and frantically was she clawing at him as her frigged cunt was brought nearer to its ultimate finale. His hand slid down his sides and found her bent knees. Getting his fingers under her knees, he gradually showed her by his pressure and the lifting of her knees, how to cross her legs about his humping back and so help their fucking to be more complete. To make herself even more a part of him.
With her legs crossed over his back, her arms embracing his neck, her fingers clawing at his shoulder flesh, he knew he had her just how he liked to have his young teenagers, begging with every fiber in their being for more and more heavenly prick. He watched closely the pretty face as the first tidal wave of sensual cunt-consummation began to break over her. Her fingers clawed at him with the ferocity of a wild bitch. He was glad the house was empty as her pitched screams of sheer animal pleasure could be heard far beyond the four walls of his bedroom. He knew from her flickering eyelids, the upwards tensed thrust of her belly, the firmer grip of her strong young thighs and her sobbing that she was having her orgasm. The wetness of her come made itself felt on his rearing poking dick even amid the soft wetness of the normal cunt-juice that had made her cunt so wet and easy to penetrate from the first entry of his knob. The spasm passed and he knew she would be one of those females who are never content with just one orgasm during a fuck. She was already lurching and heaving herself hard against him as she silently prayed for that cock to make her have that wonderful feeling again, the feeling that she knew was called 'having a come'.
Even the experienced Lagri was amazed how quickly she was brought to a second climax. His hard thrusting cock brought her to the second pitch of sheer ecstasy in a matter of seconds after her initial spasm. Then the heavy body of the elderly Maltese shuddered, she felt his weight lifting and humping down hard on her upthrust cunt. Then, as he almost suffocated her with the pressure of his body embracing her and squashing her down to his bed, she felt the continuous wet explosions taking placed inside her as wad after wad of hot scum was jetted with forced into her cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
Only a man of Lagri's cunning and experience could have stayed in the same house as the girl he had frigged and continue living there right under the noses of her parents and not give them any cause for alarm or suspicion.
In fact the danger of discovery came through the girl herself. He hoped that the way she moaned at him with those large innocent eyes of hers and the constant attention she paid to see that he had everything he wanted was not noticed.
However the parents went along in happy unconcern and ignorance that their teenage daughter had been fucked by the elderly paying guest. Soon after that eventful day when she had first had his cock, Sally and Lagri arranged a secret meeting one Saturday afternoon. He met her in the town and took her to a club that was used by his fellow countrymen and other foreigners, many of them in the same line of pimping and procuring as he was. Sally was given a couple of drinks before Lagri took her across to a bald headed fattish man who was introduced to her as Mr. Feldman. Sally was extending her hand and smiling at him, but he rose to his feet and ignoring her outstretched arm wrapped his own arms about her and drew her to him. She heard Lagri laugh as she tried to struggle away. "Don't be a silly girl dear" she heard Lagri muttering "you mustn't be rube to Mr. Feldman, he is a very important man my dear. If he wants to kiss you instead of the cold hand shaking stuff you should be pleased, not angry or protesting."
Her slim body was engulfed by the arms of the portly Feldman and he was getting his ugly face close to hers. When she tried to protest again to Lagri, her open mouth was completely covered by Feldman's his thick wet tongue forcing her lips apart and sinking into her mouth. Sally caught the expression on Lagri's face when she was being kissed by this older man, it an expression half of amusement and partly of a satisfied leer. She closed her eyes as the force of the kiss caused her pleasure, although she did not want to get any thrill from this old bald headed man whatever he did to her. However, as the kiss continued and increased in fervour she could not help but feel some sort of horny passion arising within her. Her young shapely body became kindled with a glowing warmth that made her feel less antagonistic towards the man or towards Lagri for letting him touch her.
When she did at last open her eyes she was horrified to see that several of the men in the small club had moved to form a circle round her and the bald headed man. They were grinning at her and enjoying the way she was slowly being made to respond to the kiss. She felt powerless to resist when Lagri slowly undid the zip at the back of her frock and helped by the eager hands of Feldman the pretty garment was slipped down from her shoulders. Her lacy bra cups well-filled with her small but solid young tits were now exposed for all to view. At this turn of events she tried to struggle away from the two men but her efforts were doomed to failure. Several of the foreigners watching her expressed sly remarks about her body, particularly about the sweetly oval shaped tits that were so delicately sheathed in the white nylon bra-cups.
The hot hands of Mr. Feldman were reaching round her waist and up her back to undo the small fastening of the bra. Lagri was close behind her, his fingers sliding under the slim shoulder straps of the brassiere and lifting them down her shoulders while Feldman eased the cups from the pert nicely nippled titties. After a brief fondling of her naked tits, Feldman was anxious to get the dress completely down and it was not a difficult task. The frock was soon a heap at her slim ankles, and so too was the pale lemon underslip. With the exception of her shoes and stockings, the only garment left on her lovely body was the pair of very dainty lace-edged panties in pastel-shaded lemon to match the underslip. It was only a matter of seconds before the panties too were drawn down her legs and joined her frock and slip on the floor. She saw the bald head of Feldman tilted down, his eyes feasting on her lovely bush of hair at the base of her curved soft belly.
She was taken across the room, followed by the chattering eager group of Maltese. She saw that a thick mattress had been placed on the floor near the wall and on to this she was lowered and made to lay on her back. For the first time since she had been brought into this club, she saw that another woman was in the room. A big but well proportioned woman, clearly not English, was looking down at her with a grim smirk on her large sun-tanned face. Sally watched the big woman get to her knees close to her and then while the onlookers passed more obscene remarks the woman got her hands to Sally's young tits. She began to massage them and to rub and squeeze until the nipples began to erect and redden.
At first Sally hated the idea of a woman touching her body like this. But, under the firm and clever manipulation that this very experienced woman gave her pert knockers, Sally began to feel excited and the animal passions of hump-lust were slowly being awakened and kindled inside her writhing body.
Only a woman could have worked on the rosy centers of the nipples with the deft sure movements that this big woman used on Sally. Under such inspired coaxing and expert massaging, the small nipples began to jut and to stiffen in a way that even Lagri had not been able to produce in them. While the young girl writhed with more abandoned sensualness, her nipples were erecting and rising, until in very bold relief each one stood erect, hard and red from the flushed pinky white of the globes themselves.
Lagri and Feldman had now joined the woman on their knees and were fondling Sally's lovely nylon-sheathed legs while her breasts were being stimulated by the woman's agile fingertips. The shapely legs of the teenager were drawn well apart and the hands of the two men relentlessly caressed her up and down the full length from ankle to thigh top.
With three pairs of lecherous hands attending to her body it is little wonder that the young girl had to get as horny as she had ever been. All this despite the fact that her emotions and antics were being witnessed by so many lust-filled pairs of eyes.
The youngster was labouring for breath as her excitement was stoked, her shapely young body was arching and tensing, her asscheeks every so often lifting from the floor and her hips giving the suggestive writhing of actual fucking.
Sally had been determined not to let those horrid men see or know just how horny and sexy she was being made to feel. But it was no use. So relentless was the working of those hands on her body, she was not able to conceal the horniness that her young body was experiencing.
She thrust her belly upwards, her buttocks clear of the pad, and without restraint she began to jerk and roll her loins in the clear and umistakable movements of a girl in the throes of satisfying and much-needed sexual intercourse.
Under the filthy observations of the watchers the woman now moved her hands to the center of the girl's sexual sensations. With finger and thumb she quickly detected the aroused clitoris bud. Under the very experienced touching-up that Sally was given, the youngster was moaning with her passion and increasing her movements to an urgent rhythm that brought fresh and even more lewd suggestions from the men witnessing her arousal.
Her head was lolling and rolling and only when her eyes caught the sight of old Feldman undoing his fly did she hold her head still to focus her eyes on his fumbling hands. He was kneeling near her and she had a close-up view of his immense rosy-headed prick when he bared it for her. She wanted to close her eyes in disgust, or turn her head and yet she could not drag her eyes from that curved thick prick that she knew was going to be used on her.
The old fellow lifted one knee and then the other to get himself in between her thighs, levering himself down onto her. She winced at his weight and then that fat cock was sinking into her moist and open vagina. As his prick sank into her hot twat she began to get over her shame at having all those extremely lustful and ugly swarthy faces peering down at her. Old Feldman was grunting as he writhed his fat paunch to get his cock skewered deep into her tender twat. He opened her pussy up just as much if not more than Lagri had done when he took her virginity from her. Sally felt a strange wonderful sensation deep inside her, as though a warm satisfying glow was spreading all over her from that harsh piercing of her cunt.
Not caring now that she had been forced to screw with a man old enough to be her grandfather, and not caring that so many eyes leered down at her plight, Sally began to feel the natural response to this frigging. She raised her knees and got the balls of her feet flat on the mattress so that she could get a forceful leverage with her buttocks to lift them to meet the heavy downward lunges of sweating old Feldman's prick.
As though from a distant planet she heard the voices urging her to greater effort, to work herself faster, to take more of the lovely cock, to show them she was a little whore. All the remarks washed through her brain and did not register with her at the time-all she cared about was the paradise she was in while this old man, this lovely wonderful old man, pumped away at her cunt with his fat dick and she rose and fell under the weight of his pounding stomach.
A wonderful, indescribable ecstasy, was making her moan and pant and to work her lithe shapely twat more furiously at her frigger who bestrode her with such manly authority. She knew the horrid men watching her were bending very low over her to insure they did not miss a single cunt-movement or a single expression that flitted across her pretty and very hot face.
She could not see Lagri, but she knew he would not be far away. She realized now he had brought her to this place with the sole object of letting this man fuck her. Even at this realization she could not bring herself to hate Lagri, the pleasure he had given her twat was too fresh in her young mind for her to have too much malice about this gross act of his in letting this old man screw her.
Her lovely face was strained and covered in a thin film of sweat, and now a lust spasm caused her to pull her features into a contorted hideous mask. All the pimps and procurers watching her knew they were about to see another young girl given the cunt-gratification for which she was born and made.
Sally cried out loud and with an undisguised passionate plea to her frigger as she felt the agonisingly sweet spasm getting close to fulfillment. The heavy body of Feldman was heaving and thrusting on her and with obscene grunts he quickened his movements. Sally felt his cock explode and empty inside her cunt with an ejaculation the force of which would have done a stallion horse proud. Unlike Lagri, who had left his prick to go limp inside her when he had fucked her, this old man rose from her at once. Sally found herself clutching at him and trying to keep him on top of her but it was another man she found in her arms. This man had been one of the watchers of her degradation and thrusting itself into her well-oiled and juicy gash.
In the state she was in, she felt no shame at all in pulling greedily at this man as she felt her hungry cunt being fed the hard prick she needed so badly.
No sooner had this fresh hard thick cock started to ride her, than she had her orgasm. With such a fiercely erect dick to keep her in paradise she had a come for almost half a minute, giving her the greatest and most satisfying sensation she had ever known. She was in a drowsy state of seeming heaven when she felt this second cock belching its scum into her young tossing cunt. In a trance of sheer ecstasy she lifted her arms to welcome a third man to her open thighs, and then a fourth and still she was not past the stage of wanting to be fucked. She had not known what it was to experience this sensation Lagri had frigged her in his bedroom just a few days ago.
So exhausted was she that she could but make token cunt-movements with her fourth lover. Even when his hot belch of sperm saturated her ever-flowing hole she could only just manage to respond. It was with a sort of mechanical action that her cunt poured out its juice to give her, her seventh "come" since her first one with old Feldman.
One of the men waiting his turn to use her debauched twat was kneeling close to her head. He got her hand and made her fondle his cock while the fifth man was fucking her. A third man knelt on the other side of her and without waiting for any persuasion to be brought to her, she was stretching out her other hand to clasp his cock. She now had a hard large cock in each hand while her cunt was being well prodded by as virile a dong as she had ever had.
Her senses dulled to a state of almost complete oblivion would not register their reaction to the final three men who fucked her. It was several hours before she recovered enough to be prepared to leave the club.
It had been a rewarding afternoon for Lagri. In addition to the money he had been paid by the men for bringing such a lovely young charmer to the club, he had sold for a very large sum a film he had made privately of another young girl-sweet seventeen year old Rosina.
CHAPTER FOUR
After her experience at the club Lagri left Sally alone for several weeks. There was a certain purpose in this action. To make her want fucking badly he knew he had to allow her time to get over the battering she had experienced by screwing so many men. As soon as her healthy body returned to a more normal state, he knew she would be even more madly anxious for the thrills and gratification of the flaming cock-lust he had taught her young body to want and expect.
She started to pester him by coming to his bedroom whenever they were alone in the house, and sometimes when they were not alone but when her parents were watching television. He knew that matters might get out of control if he did not get this hot little cunt fixed up with another fucking session very soon.
Giving her an address of a man he knew would pay well for a visit from a hot-cunted youngster as pretty as Sally, he watched her go off eagerly and happily one Saturday afternoon.
Her new 'friend' proved to be a younger man than she had so far been fucked by and it did not take long for her to be in his arms enjoying a lewd, passionate kissing. She wantonly ran her hands under his jacket and got them into the waistband of his trousers and felt his strong naked hips.
A phone call from 'that old rogue' Lagri had informed the young man of the visit of this little 'whore' and of the price he must send to Lagri if he was pleased with her. Lagri knew that no man could fail to be pleased with the hump performance his little hot-blooded Sally would put up and he knew a sizable check would be sent to him to express the young man's appreciation. From all that he had been told the young man had expected something special, but Sally was even more than he had dared to hope for, so young and pretty, and now she was showing him how horny and sexy she was as well.
She helped him unzip her dress and this with her slip was worked up and off over her head. When she was reduced to nakedness apart from her nylons he laid her on his bed and knelt on it beside her as soon as he too had removed all his clothing apart from his socks. She trembled with eager anticipatory pleasure as his hands roamed over her exposed belly and young breasts. Bending his face to her belly he kissed her and his lips followed his searching hands wherever they wandered over her thighs, belly and tits.
Her sighs developed into moans, her moans into a continual low whine of pleasure, her soft warm hands were clasping and unclasping on his erect cock and when his fingers started to probe and prise at her cuntlips she wormed her hips and thrust her thighs about in the wild expression of the lust she was feeling.
She was surprised as well as bitterly disappointed when he suddenly knelt up away from her, lifting his face and hands clear of her thrashing body. Taking her wrists he made her raise her hands to her tits. "Play with yourself he muttered "I want to watch you playing with yourself my darling girlie" he muttered, glowering at her with eyes that gleamed with a madness born of lust.
Excited, even if she was frustrated at his sudden withdrawal from his fondling, she rolled and massaged her own hillocks of lovely white tit while he watched her avidly. She was amazed how much pleasure she was able to give herself as she jiggled the blooms of her globes about in her palms and rubbed her nipples with her fingers and thumb. She watched him bend his face close to her breast so that he could see at very close range her small neat fingers working her nipples into a harder state of erection.
When he grabbed her right wrist and pulled it down the front of her body she knew what he wanted. With open thighs she placed her hand to her hot little cunt, he transferred his face to position a few inches away from her heaving belly and watched her fingers now working on her own little moist pussy. "Use both hands" he grunted at her and she began to moan afresh as she now self-abused her hot moist hole with all her fingers.
He watched her cunt 'watering' even more and making her fingers all damp with her cunt-juice and when her contortions informed him that she was nearly ready to bring herself off his own passion and desire was too strong for him. Stretching out on his back he lifted her over to straddle across him. "Come on you hot little bitch" he gasped "show me how you can ride a good cock. Come on sweetie, ride my cock, let me see you fucking yourself on me".
With the movement of one far more used to such a position, she poised over his rampant cock for a moment before getting the angle of her body right to impale herself on him. With a great escape of breath she lowered herself slowly on to his big dong. Her entire body seemed to shudder as the thickness gouged up into her cunt and he was delighted to see that her hands flew to her breasts again to frig her nipples while she pumped herself up and down on his prick with the abandonment of a girl who leaves and must have such a massive impalement.
His buttocks rose and fell beneath her in instinctive and uncontrollable fury as the tempo of her own hot twat increased in frenzied activity. His hand behind her back pulled her down and forward so that her tits lolled on to his face. She quickly saw what he wanted to do and helped him get a nipple into his open grasping mouth, while she kept both hands on the bed beside his head to maintain some sort of balance.
She found herself looking down her body, down to where she was joined to him by that thick shaft of live cock. The length of dong, that until recently she had never even seen and which in so short a time she had learnt to want and desire more than anything else in the world. Just as Lagri had planned, she was a physical slave to mens' cocks, she had to have them, had to ... HAD TO ... The sight of that prick riding in and out of her thrilled and excited her further, she was literally mad for fucking ... fucking ... fucking ... She found herself repeating the word that Lagri had taught her to say when he was teasing her and trying to excite her. The sound of that word...."FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" coming from the mouth of such a young and pretty girl added to his own lust and pleasure. Faster and faster she threshed about on top of his huge bloated prick. After the rapid writhing that brought about her come and drew the spunk jerking up out of his prick head, she jestled forward and collapsed on to the still heaving body beneath her.
* * *
Lagri was well aware now that his latest girlie would go anywhere he sent her to get the thing she now lived for-hot, stiff prick. Now that she would be at his beck and call he thought it best to leave the Drake's house and return to one of his expensive flats in the West End. He had to keep a check on the horny miss or she would be getting herself attached to some elderly sugar daddy who would not feel the need to pay Lagri for her services. He was pleased when a few months later she had a terrible row with her parents and left home. He fixed her up in a two roomed flatlet near to his own apartment. From this vantage point he could keep a 'fatherly' eye on her and see to her activities.
A few weeks of job hunting and she was eager to earn money the 'easy' way for her procurer. To have such a young and pretty girl anxious for money as well as prick made the perfect foil for Lagri. He was a man with connections that would make sure this pretty girlie went short of neither....
PART FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
It was not that he didn't try to be a good husband, Roy did all he could to make his young wife happy and in his own way he was a good sort of fellow. For just on two years he and Jean had been trying to hit it off. She had loved him ever since their courting days and once they were married she had hoped that the satisfaction she would get from the physical side of marriage would make her love him even more. As is often the case when a young couple first have to live together after the honeymoon is over, Roy and Jean did not find the divine happiness they had both expected from their union.
They were staying for the week-end with a friend they had known for some years. Sandra and her husband Clive did not live very far away from Roy and Jean, but in their outlook and the conduct of their own married lives they were miles apart from them. It had been quite late when Roy and his wife arrived the previous night and they had all seen retired. It was soon after nine when Jean heard Sandra downstairs and leaving her husband snoring away she made her way down to the kitchen where the noise of the cups and saucers being prepared for breakfast was coming from.
"Hello Jean dear" the young woman greeted her friend "you should have slept in a bit, there is no need to hurry up while you are staying with us you know. Let me have a look at you darling" she went on "didn't have much time to run my eyes over you last night. You are looking fit and well love, still proud of these lovely large titties of yours eh"?
Although it was one of her own sex and an old friend at that, such a remark made Jean blush. Sandra had always been more blatant about all the little sex matters that made Jean embarrassed and it seemed that although she had had two years of married life Jean was still modest and more than naturally shy. She had even slipped on a discreet frock before coming down to the kitchen. After all, she had thought to herself, although Roy was asleep she did not know if Sandra's husband was still in bed or down helping her in the kitchen.
She was glad that Clive must still be up in their bedroom, she wanted to be alone with Sandra to have a chat before the men folk were about. Jean looked at her friend. What an attractive woman she was! A few years older than she was, but with a figure that made men stare not twice but three times. She looked simply ravishing at this moment, her transparent nightie not being covered with even the flimsiest dressing-gown. She was one to speak about Jean's tits in that provocative nightie, her own large nipples could be seen very clearly jutting themselves into the thin filmy fabric.
Jean saw that the breakfast was almost ready. "Are you going to slip on a dress or a robe Sandra, before the men come down to breakfast"? she asked, not sure if she wanted Roy to see this attractive and very sexy woman in this sort of attire.
Sandra laughed "I may and I may not, I may give the lads a treat. Now Jean, in one or two of your letters you hinted that all was not as well as it should be in your marriage affairs. Tell me dear, have things improved now"?
Jean began to stammer, she so badly wanted to talk to some one about the frustrating time she had with Roy in their mutual relations and if she couldn't talk to her own old friend who then could she confide in? Still she was finding it difficult to find the words. Sandra tried to help her, "You were a good girl I expect when you married eh honey"? she asked.
"Yes, I was" Jean replied "I was a virgin when I married Roy".
"And the first hump Jean, what was that like"? Sandra urged her friend to talk.
"The first time wasn't very good really" Jean muttered "not for me at any rate".
"I don't suppose Roy knew much about girls before he met you dear" Sandra said, as if this was an excuse for the young man.
"I don't think he had screwed with a girl before me" Jean said "he tried not to hurt me but he was so big".
Sandra's eyes widened and showed a new special interest. "I told Clive that I'd like to make a bet with him that your husband was very well made in his pecker Jean. But that shouldn't have bothered you for long. Most girls like a nice tight fit in their pussies you know. Doesn't it give you a lovely thrill to have your twat filled right up with hard throbbing prick Jean"?
Jean felt herself blushing, such a lewd form of conversation was new to her, she found it both embarrassing and rather thrilling. Sandra sensed that she was being far more outspoken to her friend than anyone else had ever been with her. She smiled coaxingly "Does Roy make you have a really good 'Come' Jean dear" she asked saucily.
"No Sandra, not really he doesn't. I don't ever have a very good climax to our sex frigging" Jean answered.
Sandra could hardly believe her ears. "You been married two years honey and not had a good come yet! You can't be serious can you? Do you really mean that".
"Yes I mean it" Jean told her "but I know Roy loves me and he does his best to make me happy in other ways."
"And so he should Jean. Tell me dear, does he play around with you a lot before he lets you have his cock"?
"Sometimes he does" Jean said and then to try and change the conversation from her and Roy she added "How do you and dive get on"?
"Well, although he is quite a few years older than me, we made a good start right away" Sandra told the inquisitive Jean, "we have a lot of things in common too. For instance last night we lay awake listening to see if we could hear you and Roy fucking away. We put you in the guest room next to our bedroom on purpose dear. We didn't hear a damn thing, Clive reckoned you must have been tired after your journey".
Jean felt uncomfortable at such frank talk and Sandra went on to shock her even more "My husband has taken a fancy to you Jean, he loves your large well shaped tits, so much more meatier than mine and do you know Jean (she lowered her voice to an intimate whisper) when we fucked he made me pretend I was you. He kept calling me Jean and when to finish off I get on top of him I was sure you would hear him in his excitement calling your name. He loves me riding his cock on top. Does Roy like you on top of him Jean"?
Jean felt excited and yet somehow too ashamed to even try to answer. Sandra laughed at her stupid embarrassment "Why Jean" she went on "after two years as a married woman you shouldn't be shy at me talking like this to you".
Their little heart to heart talk was interrupted by the appearance in the kitchen doorway of Roy in his pajamas and dressing robe. "Good morning girls" he called "I didn't hear you get up Jean dear"
Jean gave her husband a peck of a kiss, she saw his eyes wandering already as Sandra crossed to the sink and back again to the table. His eyes were taking in every detail of her lovely figure so blatantly ill-concealed for the eyes of a man to enjoy. "Where's Clive" he asked.
"Still in bed I think" Jean replied.
"Still out to the world" Sandra chipped in "I was telling Jean the little game Clive and played in bed last night Roy".
Jean hoped to goodness her friend wouldn't tell Roy what sort of game Clive had played, pretending he was in bed with her and calling her name while he fucked his own wife! Sandra did not intend to let Roy into the secret of her husband's desire for Jean ... not yet at any rate.
That evening several other couples had been invited in for cocktails and a general get-together. Jean and Roy soon found that the party spirit was easy to acquire and after a few drinks Jean was feeling happy and relaxed. Even when she saw Roy dancing with Sandra, his arms too tightly about her shapely body she didn't mind very much. Roy was obviously having a whale of a time. She would tell him later not to get too fresh with their attractive hostess, she would ... Her thoughts were suddenly startled back to reality by a firm hand gripping her arm and a deep voice asking her quietly "How about a dance with me my honey?" She turned and saw it was the man they all called the Captain. He was a retired naval man, in his midfifties one of the oldest men at the party, but far from being the least attractive. His large bronzed face, the pointed neat beard, the hard eyes-he was a real man, to have him grip her arm made a thrill race through her. Before she replied, although she was anxious to show Roy that if he could have a good time with another woman she would not go short of dancing partners, she was having the firm arm of The Captian drawing her close to his body as they made their way to the small area allowed for the dancing.
She felt the sharpness of his beard bristles against her cheek as he held her close and they danced slowly to the sensual rhythm coming from the radio. "You are a very attractive woman" he was telling her "why hasn't Sandra invited you to one of our parties before Jean"?
Jean was aware that this elderly man was purposely holding her so that her full tits rubbed against his chest, providing her, as well as him, with a bizarre stimulation. It was nearly two weeks since Roy had fucked her and she was a little fearful at the hot urge she was getting in her belly and moistening cunt. She found she was letting the Captain hold her as tightly and in what position he liked. She was like jelly in his arms and it was easy for him to lead her to a less well illuminated part of the room where his hands that were embracing her, slid lower down her back. She closed her eyes and allowed herself the pleasure of the thrill that raced through her as her fleshy asscheeks were fondled and squeezed in the man's strong hands.
At last, when she was sure she could feel his erected prick jabbing against her through the clothing they wore, she tired to push him away. "No, Captain" she muttered "you must behave yourself, some one will see what you are doing".
She wished that she had not made that last remark, for in less time than it takes to argue she found herself in one of the quiet secluded rooms with the licentious, horny Captain. He was already fondling up under her dress, his hot hands to the nakedness of her upper thighs. Before making the exploratory feels up her legs he had undone his fly and Jean had little difficulty in seeing, as well as feeling, that the Captain was indeed a very well-built man. His prick was large, very large, and it seemed to have a head that glowed with the colour of deep blood-red. It was so terribly stiff as well.
"Unfasten your bra honey" he was telling her "so I can feel your lovely large titties, that's what I have been looking forward to, Jean my dear".
"We shan't be disturbed shall we" she asked nervously, wondering if she had been altogether wise in coming into this room with the elderly Captain. But, as his hand reached and delved under her panties to finger her very hot and moist cuntlips she lost all sense of what was right or wrong. All she wanted to know was if this man could give her the sort of satisfaction she knew she should be getting from her husband. The sort of lovely 'coming' that Sandra had mentioned, the sort of hot climax that Roy could never make her enjoy.
A warm fleating sensation of sheer heaven made her tremble with lust as she opened her thighs to the probing exploring fingers in her snatch. This well-built elderly man was bending his knees, edging his body closer to hers, getting his rampant prick under her crotch-he was going to do it to her standing up!!! She reached down to guide his great prick as she felt it rearing like a bar of hot iron to nudge against her thighs. As she clasped his firm pulsating prick nothing mattered to her save the pleasure she was about to have with this this almost complete stanger to her. This was her first time to fuck with anyone save her husband Roy. The drink, the heat, the dancing and the fact that she badly needed cunt-satisfaction made her an easy hump-victim for the lecherous Captain. She trembled with pleasure as the first contact of his strong prick against her warm moist cuntlips-she felt her cunt being forced to expand to allow entry to this new monster that was riding slowly into her vagina. Normally a cock that was even larger than her husband's well-sized dick would have had difficulty in fucking with her. However, in her aroused state, her extreme excitement had made her vagina hole very, very moist and slippery and the Captain was not finding entry to her cunt very hard at all. Even so, with all the warm juicing her cunt was enjoying, she flinched as the sheer hugeness of the flanged knob sank well up into her tender cuntal membranes. She hated herself for admitting that she was getting so much more excited pleasure from having this man's prick sliding into her twat than she ever did when Roy entered her. Now the Captain was penetrating her to the hilt, he was beginning to jerk at her, he was really screwing her ... she was being fucked by another man!!!
She was sure the Captain was going to be a deliberately slow and thorough fucker. He was going to make the act last a long time, he was going to make sure she enjoyed it to the point of climax. So much for her hopes, the man was like a beast, even more out of control than Roy got. The Captain was frigging her cunt with short sharp and very quick jabs that she had come to learn as the acts of a man who did not care, or did not know, that a woman had to be brought to her climax by slower, different methods.
The heat in his rearing cock, the way the man groaned, the look on his sweating face, Jean knew from all the signs he was going to be just another Roy. He would use her just for his own pleasure, it didn't matter to him that she was not being made to come. He was a man, a man fucking a woman ... that was the start and the end of it.
To her horror she felt his thick wet scum filling her. Horror at the thought that he had not worn anything, he may have made her pregnant, and horror that he was having his climax, leaving her low and unsatisfied just as her husband did.
She still stood with knees bent, thighs wide open, as the Captain withdrew his huge dong from her slippery wet twat. She saw him hurriedly wipe his prick on his handkerchief and after thrusting it into his trousers, left the room without a word or another glance at her.
She felt sick as she wiped her own cuntlips on her panties as they fell back into position. She had been unfaithful to Roy, she had misbehaved herself, she had done this for what? For even less cunt-satisfaction then she got from Roy. This quiet room she had entered with such high hopes of finding a man who wanted her so badly he would make sure she enjoyed the fuck-experience she now hated more than any room she had ever been in.
Trying to hold back her tears, she made her way up to the bedroom, hoping that none of the other guests would be using it and that none of them would notice his distress. She wanted to douche out as much of the Captain's creamy sperm from her cunt as she could ... before it was to late.
CHAPTER TWO
Came Monday morning and Clive and Roy left the house for business. Jean arranged to go on home later in the day and to be there by the time Roy arrived from work. As soon as the menfolk had left, Sandra was busy on the telephone and Jean was not surprised when about half past eleven they had a couple of callers. She was introduced to Paul Jackson and his friend, who was a well tanned young man of some foreign extraction when they called Assif. Jean felt a tremor go through her at the way the dark eyes flashed when the coloured young man surveyed her shape and her beauty. She could almost sense his prick erecting at the mere look of her.
Sandra poured out drinks, the radio was playing soft soothing relaxing music and Jean saw in next to no time Paul Jackson was embracing and cuddling a more than willing Sandra.
Assif did not want to be left behind when it came to the petting stakes. It didn't need the coaxing words of encouragement from Sandra for the young man to start feeling up under Jean's blouse to get his fingers to the clasp of her bra. "Her husband didn't give her any this morning, Assif" said Sandra with a laugh "at least if he did, he frigged her mighty silently".
The look on Jean's face gave the proof that in fact Roy had not given her any hump that morning before leaving for work. Paul already had Sandra's breasts naked to his eager hands. "You got a lovely pair darling" Assif murmured as he got Jean's blouse up to her neck and the clip of the bra undone so that her large naked titties lolled free.
Jelts of wild desire coursed through her cunt, she felt her nipples responding quickly and violently to the soft gentle frigging her tits were getting from this sexually experienced young foreigner. Sandra, her own nipples firmly erect, looked across at Jean, "Feeling good honey, is that wicked Assif making your titties ache and itch to be fondled all day long eh"?
"Yes, he's making me feel very naughty and horny!" Jean gasped in reply, another thrill racing down her spine as the warm sensual lips of Assif touched her neck and kissed her throat. She turned her face to his, he was such a handsome young man, perhaps her own age or even younger, he was smiling at her, the smile of sure knowledge and experience despite his youth. He bent his face the last few inches to get his lips to her mouth. While he thrilled her with his flitting tongue in and out of her lips he slid one hand down from her bare tits to rest on her naked midriff just above the waistband of her skirt. Beneath was the elastic band of her panties-with the movement of that hand so suggestively near to her more sensitive and vibrant cuntlips, Jean began to answer with her tongue. Now it was her slithering pink tongue that went to work on his mouth, it was the young wife urging this young man to be more forward with her in the best way she knew how, with the tongue kiss in his mouth.
She drew in her breath to make enough space for his hand to slide down inside the waistband of the skirt AND the panties. His hot hand was cupping her bush-hair, she sighed and opened her legs a little wider for his hand, that for the moment was not even moving.
Jean lost all interest in what Sandra and Paul might be doing. She was slithering down on to the thick pile carpet with this young man, it was Jean's left leg that rode naughtily up and slid across the thighs of Assif. The young foreigner felt the warm stickiness on his probing fingers as he slowly frigged this hot cunted young wife.
"You're right Sandra" he called across to the other young woman "your friend wants it real bad. Can't understand why her husband never took care of her pussy before he left this morning if she is this easy to get on heat".
Jean felt embarrassed at such talk about her and Roy, and yet her lust for cock at this moment was too strong for her embarrassment to make any difference to her actions. Like the Captain the previous evening, and her husband during their honeymoon, this young Assif was keen on her large breasts. He had his lips glued to her right nipple now and was sucking and drawing the pinky flint-hard nip into his mouth as if trying to devour it for good.
The effect on Jean was to finally dispel any misgivings she might have had about this little fuck-session while Roy was at work. She felt down to the already opened fly of the young man and let out a low sigh of pleasure at the size and weight of the prick she so easily clasped in her fingers.
She was amazed how quickly he located her clitoris and settled his thumb flat over the sensitive head of the little bud. As her head lolled from side to side in its expression of her cunt-joy she saw that Sandra was on her ass not very far away. Paul had his hand to her cunt just as Assif had his to Jean's, Sandra had both her hands engaged, one to Paul's well-proportioned prick, the other to his huge . balls which she cradled and "weighed". Jean followed this example, getting both her cool hands into play. But, no sooner did she start to caress the young coloured man's balls then he slid his body closer to hers, lifting her left leg so that his legs and hers sort of scissored in together. She felt the hot bloated end of his big cock touching her gaping anxious cuntlips-his body levered over on top of her.
Somehow they were in the normal position, he between her open raised thighs, his cock sinking into her moist hot cunt and to her dismay at once began to belch out its hot sperm.
Sandra, to make matters worse for Jean, was in the throes of a wild contorting climax that gave her every last gasping spasm of a climax that she could possibly have desired. Even the promise that next time she came to stay she could have Paul and Sandra would have the young coloured man did not cheer her up. Jean was still a frustrated cock-desiring young wife, still waiting for the climax, the 'lovely long come' that she knew she should be experiencing when she was fucked.
CHAPTER THREE
"There you are darling, I think I have packed everything you might need" Jean closed the small case she had been carefully filling with clean shirts, clean pants and socks and the other things Roy might need during the two days he had to be away from home. It was not often he had the chance to travel for his firm. One of the salesmen on the Coast had fallen ill and now with high hopes of earning himself some commission Roy was off for a couple of days 'repping' for the firm. He didn't like leaving Jean, but he knew she understood. The extra money would be for her as well as him, and two days would soon pass and he would be back home with her again.
The previous evening they had been having a drink in their local bar, the "Coach and Horses," and what had been intended as a happy hour relaxing had almost finished in a brawl. It had, in a way, been Jean's fault. A pertly elderly man, whom she recognized as one of the managers at the Supermarket, had been drinking at the bar and had begun to eye her as soon as she and Roy entered the saloon. Of course Jean should have ignored him, but finding she did no such thing, the old fellow became more open in his desire to get to know her, and it was not long before Roy caught him making suggestive signs to her. Had it not been for the intervention of the barman and the hasty retreat of the man in question, a certain pertly Supermarket manager would have ended up in a hospital.
It was with a certain tremor inside her that mid-evening Jean left the house for the "Coach and Horses." Being unescorted, she certainly found no difficulty in getting herself a willing companion to pay for her drinks. It was the abashed Mr. Trenkle, who was about to leave the bar when he saw she entered, but changed his mind very quickly when he saw she was not accompanied by her irate husband.
Several times during the rest of the evening when he bought her a drink, she purposely touched his fingers with her own when she took the glass from him. Just before closing time Mr. Trenkle made the gentlemanly gesture to see her home. No sooner were they outside from the brightly lit saloon-bar than Jean felt her mouth being devoured by the avid thick lips of her companion. Well, she shouldn't have been all that surprised, when she had gone to the bar with the sole idea of seeing if he was there, and if he was to let him buy her drinks and bring her home. They say a wink .is as good as a nod to a blind man, and old Trenkle was certainly not blind, specially when it came to young attractive wives like this young woman. Jean had not expected to be manhandled so quickly after leaving the pub, she found they were in a dark alley that ran up alongside the building and Trenkle was kissing her neck and her throat with all the passion of a young man with his bride-to-be. When he did raise his face it was only to use his eyes to help his hands that were groping down the wide neckline of her frock so that, like her other men friends, he could get at her large voluptuous tits.
She got her hands to his wrists. "No, no, Mr. Trenkle" she muttered "not here".
He obeyed her wish to withdraw his searching hands from down inside her frock. During the evening she had confided to him that Roy was away and so it was not a shot in the dark when he muttered "Where then? At your place"?
For a moment she was silent, weighing up the pros and cons. To take this man back to her house would be courting disaster, the neighbors were all eyes, they might know Roy was away. They shouldn't see her with a man ... no it could not be to her place. Trenkle saw her uncertainty, with a sly smile he muttered, "No danger for you to come back to my room. I live on my own, got a basement room, self-contained with a door at the back of the house. Come on Jean, come back with me, come on you know you want to!"
It was a ten minute walk, during which time he had one arm round her waist and the other hand constantly trying to sneak up her dress to feel her ass even while they walked.
Normally, she would have rather died than let a man do such things to her in the street. But there was no one about to see them, and by the time they reached his basement room his naughty hand had made her feel even more wickedly horny than ever. Once in the safety and privacy of his room he clasped her tightly to him, his hands going down at once to clench her lovely asscheeks in his fists. She thrilled to the way he held her tightly to his body whilst his hands kneaded her lush ass, even through the material of her frock and underthings she could feel the heat of his fingers and palms.
When he released her she saw him go to the door and lock it, then while she sat on the edge of his bed he slowly undressed himself until he was pot-bellied naked. Then with a grin on his fat face which she did not feel altogether happy about, he came across to her. His hand gripped her shoulder and pushed her not too tenderly down on to the bed. His other hand gripped the hem of her dress and with a flip of his wrist slithed the pretty garment up to her waist.
She momentarily felt embarrassed and wished she had not consented to come with him. She turned away from him, he snorted and pushed her over so that she lay on her belly. She winced and gasped for breath when he sat squarely down on her back, pinning her to the bed with his weight and now using both hands to ease her dress up higher. Her pale blue, white edged panties were in full exposure for his eyes. Although she could not see his face, she could well imagine the look of lustful pleasure it showed as he gazed at her voluptuous asscheeks.
"Ahraaee ... no ... no ... OOOOO ... that hurt ... you hurt me ... ograaaagggaaaa ... leave me alone ... leave me alone" she wailed as suddenly the old fellow was doing more to her ass than looking at it. His flat palm descended several times in quick succession to send smarting tingling aching sensations through her quivering asscheeks. She was still writhing and protesting when he abandoned his slapping to get her dress right off and then her bra was quickly unhooked and the shoulder straps slid down so that her lovely large milky-white tits were naked and vulnerable. The nylon panties were easily dragged from her to join her dress and bra on the floor beside the bed. She knew she had asked for this, to come back to a room with an elderly man alone. What could she have been thinking about ... and yet ... she was not sorry ... not yet at any rate.
She turned her head to look up into his face. He glowered at her "How long you been married"? he snapped at her.
"About two years, why"? she replied.
"Your hubby ever beat you"?
Jean gasped "Beat me? Of course not, I wouldn't stay with him if he did".
Old Trenkle laughed "Oh yes you would, I'll show you what it would be like. We are going to pretend you are my wife for tonight. You have been out with a younger man and I have found you out. I am going to punish you. That's what we are going to pretend for tonight".
Before Jean could either protest or show her willingness to let him pretend such a charade, she found to her dismay he was fastening leather loops to her wrists and dragging her arms upwards so that he could slide the loops over the bedposts. Similar loops to her ankles secured to the bedposts at the other end and she was spread-eagled out on her belly, helpless and at his mercy. He chuckled as he fondled her plump naked buttocks, "So you thought you would go out with a young lover tonight, eh"? he teased her, already in his make-believe world that she was his wife and she had been unfaithful to him. She twisted her head round to see what he was doing. He was drawing on to his right hand a rubber glove the palm of which was of a very rough uneven surface. The room filled with a loud slapping sound of rubber against flesh as he brought his hand down hard to slap her swaying fleshy asscheeks. While his arm rose and fell to slap with painful stinging blows not only across her ass but the tender tops of her thighs as well, Jean buried her face in the pillow. She did not want her gasps and screams to be heard, whatever else might happen to her she did not want to be discovered by someone in this bedroom with this old wild man. She knew she was at his mercy, he must have known she would not risk screaming and being found in such a predicament with a naked man old enough to be her father.
When he at last, from lack of more energy, flopped down on the bed beside her and drew the rubber glove off his hand he began to fondle her thighs and after toying for some minutes with her stocking-tops and garters, he moved his agile old fingers well between her opened thighs.
He smiled to himself, just as he had thought, like so many young women the art of his flagellation had made them horny and eager for fucking in a way they may not have experienced before. His prick was hugely erect and as he leaned across her bare aching smarting ass he let his stiff prick brush against her tortured flesh.
"Do you want me to unleash you now"? he muttered "or shall I leave you tethered like a cow to my bed all night"?
"Please, of please" she muttered "let me free, release my wrists at least, please ... please".
He leered at her "Alright, but first tell me who you are".
She was about to blurt out that he knew very well who she was and where she lived when she realized he was wanting her to play his game with him. She was to take part in the charade...."I'm your wife, you know that" she played along with him. Seeing the gleam of delight on his face she knew she was being clever and doing the right thing by going along with his strange 'game'. "You know I'm your wife darling" she was warming to the make-believe, he was undoing the loops on her wrists as she went on telling him she was his wife and then her ankles were free as well. She rolled over on to her back, her ass smarted and made if difficult to be comfortable, but after laying tethered like that on her belly she had to stretch out. She wanted to push the stupid old man away but she was exhausted, he was bending his face to engulf in his hungry mouth her left nipple.
When the eager mouth had 'used' her other breast as well and both her nipples were stiffly erect and a dull maroon in colour he glowered down at her. "It is well time you performed a wifely duty with me" and with no more ado he was on top of her, his thick prick wedging itself into her moist cunt. Her legs shot outwards, her thighs fell open, she knew this was what she had set out from home this evening to have. She had not been sure under what circumstances she would get it, but cock she had to have and now she as being given it by her "husband", the elderly Mr. Trenkle.
She was surprised and thrilled at the depth to which he sank his dick into her cunt as well as the thickness of the prick itself. Her mouth was rolling open, secretly in her heart she knew that whenever Roy left her alone for a night she would be more than happy to come to this old man to be his "wife" if he would frig her like this every time. He was oscillating his hips from side to side to make her sample his probing, thrusting dick from every angle.
Her flickering eyes met his gaze, he smiled, "You like being my wife then"? he muttered. Jean nodded, she knew she was lost in the passion of her fuck. Would it be this elderly lover and flagellator that would make her climax properly for the first time? She had every good idea this was the lover she was seaking, this was the prick that would make her 'come'. To have an orgasm as long and plentiful as Sandra had told her she always came when Clive fucked her.
She saw the -lined flushed face descend to her own, his hot mouth fastened on her panting lips, making it more difficult for her to breath. Now she was more aware than ever of the acute hardness and largeness inside her cunt. The prick was even thickening now, the entire length of his cock seemed to be inflamed and on fire. His inward thrusts grew harder and deeper, her own emotions were at fever pitch. When he drew his mouth from hers and told her to repeat after him that she was his cunt she blurted out the obscenities as if she were a willing whore. Hardly recognizing her own voice she blurted out "I'm your wife darling", she could tell how much she pleased him with her filth, for while she spoke he speeded up his urgent thrusts at her insatiable pussy. Then with a loud escape of breath like a punctured tire he sank on her and to that "cunt that is all yours darling" he shot all his thick, hot scum.
With every drop expended, he lay on her panting and sweating like some beast of prey that has just devoured its victim, this time the animal was his cock, the victim-her cunt. But still the ecstasy of a really long orgasm evaded her, she had come a little this time it was true, but she knew this could not be the full extend of her climax, she knew Sandra must have more pleasure from her peak. Old Trenkle thrilled her and she was glad she had allowed herself to be picked up by him. But he had only partly satisfied her, in fact all he had done really was to increase her desire to find a man with the prick that would make her have that long glorious come-off.
CHAPTER FOUR
After an evening at the movies on her own when Roy was working late Jean, was disappointed that no man had tried to take advantage of her in the darkness of the picture house. Horny and frustrated as usual, she was delighted to see Roy in the car waiting outside the movies for her when she came out.
"Why darling!" she said as she climbed in beside him "how nice of you to come and meet me!"
"I finished a bit earlier than I expected," he told her, "and so I thought I would save you the wait for a bus".
No sooner were they away from the throng of people still coming out of the movies than Jean dropped to her knees beside him and began to fumble at his trousers. The urgency of her hands as they groped to get his prick free, made him almost have an accident when the car swerved across the road. He quickly drew the car into the quiet road that led to the waste ground near the gas works. As soon as the car stopped he looked down at the bobbing head of his lovely wife as she got her mouth over his rapidly stiffening prick. For a brief second she thought she did not want to do this to him, but at the back of her mind was the idea that if she excited him enough, perhaps at last he would satisfy her with a brutal fucking.
Roy's hands gripped her hair and held her close to his writhing thighs as he felt her warm mouth making all his animal instincts for frigging uppermost in his being. Her tongue and agile lips soon had him in the state she had hoped for, a state where his body desired her with all the ardor that would make their loving worth while. When he was certain that if she did not stop he would be sucked off, he made her lift her face from his cock and climb back on to the seat of the car. He was getting her skirt well up her thighs and as her lovely white flesh above her nylons came into view he lost all reserve and control. He had to fuck her here and now-she was his wife, he could take her home and fuck her in comfort of their bed, but no, he just could not wait to get home. He was shoving himself over between her thighs as she opened them for him. She trembled in a wild delirium as his thick cock, wet with her own saliva, dipped up into her snatch that was moist and open for it. The savagery of their movements made the springs of the car creak and the body to actually move on the chassis. Somehow in that confined space she managed to lift her feet and wrap her legs about her husband's body. "Roy ... arggaaaa. Roy ... darling Roy" she gasped "fuck me darling ... ohgraaa ... ohaaaa Roy fuck me ... fuck me darling".
Her avid sucking on his prick and now her obscene rantings that begged him to fuck her with all his might caused the young husband to reach his climax in double-quick time. This was the worst thing that could have happened for Jean, leaving her again high and unsatisfied with her husband's fucking.
She was silent on the rest of the drive back home. Only once did her miserable expression change, and this was when they had to slow at a set of traffic lights and crossing the road she saw a hefty coloured man, a young white girl on either arm, all three of them chattering and swaying, a bottle of whiskey in the black's hand gave the evidence of their amerriment. Jean winced, she knew that it was not only the drink that was making the two girls so happy. It was the prospect of having what that big negro had inside his trousers when they got home with him that was really exciting them to this state of intoxication.
It was as well that Roy did not know that his attractive wife was planning how she could get 'picked up' by a huge black man and find out if that race of powerful prick-pushers could satisfy her, and give her that long wonderful come she desired so much.
