The young lady of this story is Pamela. She is the daughter of a Hypnotist, who has died leaving her with all his equipment and what is more, with his knowledge. Pamela's mother died when she was quite young, and Pam was sent to a famous public school by her father.
Pam was taught all the secrets of her father's profession and also how to use the gadgets he had perfected. Among these was a gas used to help in the hypnotizing crowd. The gas could be carried in specially made gadgets, such as pens or pencils or lipsticks, in fact fixed. The gas was released by pressure on the pin which would pierce the phial. The gas was invisible and very potent. Pamela's father had found a means of protecting himself from the effects of the gas, in the form of a pill taken in a drink or on its own. All these things were inherited by Pam when her father died, together with a very large fortune, enough to keep Pam in comfort for the rest of her life. Pam had acquired a great deal of knowledge af men with her school friends during the holidays she had spent with them, and her appetite had been wetted to such an extent that she wanted nothing else but to exhibit it to satisfy her own very advanced desires.
Pam had gone to University from school, passed her exams with honours in Social Science, and had now returned to her flat in Mayfair. She had managed to get rid of her aunt with whom she had been living, and now had her own servants.
As she entered the hotel foyer and looked around she saw lots of men of all shapes and sizes hanging around, and she, having handed her cloak to an attendant, walked towards the powder room with that swinging step which models use, one foot immediately in front of the other. This accentuated the movements of her butt cheeks and they rose and fell to each step. She could feel the effect of her passing on the males and felt very pleased with herself, pulling in her breath to make her tits stand out and thrill them more.
She entered the power room and went on into the toilet. As was her usual practice she stood up over the pan and lifted her dress, concentrated on her water works and pissed a lovely sweet bubbling stream down into the pan. She watched herself pissing and pressed down to get the last drop out and saw it splash into the pan making a lovely frothy surface to the water.
As she went out she tipped the toilet attendant and went on out into the foyer again. There she was shown the way to the entrance of the dining room and bar.
The toastmaster was waiting at the door and having enquired her name he announced her to the company as assembled inside and to the chairman with his lady. She strolled on to find the plan of the seating for the dinner.
She found that she was allocated to a table against the long wall of the room, immediately other wall. At this long table would sit all the officials of the society, whilst the guys would sit at the numerous small tables dotted about the great dining room.
Pam found that her table was for two and her table companion she discovered from the plan, to be the Rt. Hon. James Tracey-Evans, R.N.V.R., M.B.E.
Her heart fell, as she imagined an old sea dog of a man, who would be cracking salty stories all the evening
Crestfallen she strolled back to the bar and found some friends who invited her to join them in a drink. She told them of her misgivings and the name of the man at her table. Imagine her surprise when they told her she was lucky. Apparently he was a much sought after young man, wealthy, with a lovely house in the country. He had been all over world and was considered "fast" by all the young debs who fell over each other chasing after him. She learned he was involved with a young lady who had hooked him only because from all accounts, she was something of a frump, a bit of a "bluestocking." Pam's friends told her that they believed James did not really care for this young lady the Hon. Eve Berkely Smith, but was using her to ward off the attentions of the debs.
Eve, so Pam was told, was on the Committee of the Society and would be sitting at the long table and this accounted for James' being on his own. Eve, Pam understood, came of a one-time wealthy Family who had lost, all their fortune in a business crash and later the father and mother died in a plane crash. She apparently dressed in a very severe old fashioned style although Pam's friends were of the opinion that this was a front to hide what they suspected to be a secret bent for men. One of Pam's friends had the misfortune to become involved in an affair with her when she had tried to get him to buy for her some questionable literature which, being a young female, she could not obtain for herself.
Having listened very interestedly to all this scandal, Pam was resolved to have a game with Eve and to show her up for what she apparently was. In this way she might also have some fun with James, that is, presuming he wanted to be saved. He might not want to-be saved, reflected Pam, but it would be good fun anyway.
TWO
The toastmaster came into the bar to announce that dinner was being served and would everyone kindly take their places.
Everyone trooped out into the dinning hall and Pam went to her table. She eyed James as she stood at her chair whilst Grace was said by the chairman. Grace over, James said to Pam; "how do you do, allow me to introduce myself." He told her he was usually called Jim, and he hoped she would use it. Pam returned the compliment and said. "I am called Pam." He did not know of course that Pam had heard all about him from her friends.
He was obviously overwhelmed with her looks and did not hide the fact that his eyes were all over her. Pam could see him looking at her legs and breasts with that look that men have, when it seems they are stripping all the clothes off.
She encouraged him and as she did it she watched the bulge which had appeared at his fly. As he held the chair for her to sit down she leant well over, her dress opened wide, giving him a marvelous view of her breasts and body. She distinctly saw the bulge at his fly jump, and as she sat down she allowed her hand to knock against it and she actually felt it jerk at her touch. She said, "sorry," and gave him a sweet smile, continuing, "Did I hurt you?"
He was so embarrassed that for a moment he was lost for words, but at last managed to stutter "Of course not. It would not mind you doing anything."
She replied, "Anything?" with arched eyebrows. "That covers a lot of sin."
He then realized that he had no need to worry and said so in a relaxing voice and continued, "We are going to have a good time tonight, I can feel it in my bones." He put his hand on his prick.
She answered, "I too think we will," as she looked at his hand on his fly laughing. She continued "You cannot believe how relieved I was to see so young and handsome a man after reading on the plan R.N.V.R., M.B.E. I thought you were going to be a proper old Sea Dog full of salty conversation."
"I am glad," he said, "and now, that the ice is broken let's hear more about you," and his hand rested on her knee. She did not resist and he took the cue for as he took his hand away he felt up the length of her leg.
"I am not disappointed," she said, and this again, gave him more encouragement.
"Pam, I can't take my eyes off you, even to eat."
"So I've noticed," she replied, and I may say so your eyes have not wandered from my dress." She laughed as she made a pretense at closing the gap of her neckline.
The meal was being served and their talk became more and more free from restrictions. Already Christian names were exchanged as though they had known one other all their lives. They exchanged stories of their experiences and as the conversation became more free so did the stories with no attempt at hiding the details.
At this stage neither of them worried about offending the other with words, or deeds for that matter and each wanted the after-dinner speeches to finish and the dance to being. He told her so and she asked why. He said, "So that I can take you in my arms and hold you tightly close to me."
She replied, "That may be fine, but you will have to be careful with this." And she put her hand on his penis, saying it might give the game away and be embarrassing when we finally had to stand apart.
"Oh Pam, what a girl you are," he said. "Already I'm as randy as a coot."
"What for?" she said.
He said, "To have you, of course." Have me." said she. Why don't you call it by its proper name? Go on Jim say it to my face."
He looked at her breasts and she felt his prick and he said, "I would like to fuck you."
Having a young a dinner in such surroundings thrilled her to the core, and she said to Jim "Again slowly, and as if you meant it."
He looked at her with a convincing look and repeated. "Pam darling, I would like to ram my prick right up your cunt and give you a real good fuck."
"Oh Jim," she said.
"Oh Jim, oh Jim!" and she took his hand and placed it against her fanny opening her legs so that he could feel the shape of her crotch. She continued, "That would be wonderful, oh wonderful, I can almost feel you in me now. Go on, fuck me, fuck me and fuck me again," and she squeezed his prick and, he fingered her prat. They looked into one another's eyes and each gave the other a look of satisfaction. Pam was the first to recover, saying. "Enough now, or we will be doing it in the middle of the dance floor."
The after-dinner speeches were still on and Pam said, "What an awful lot of valuable time is spent on useless speeches."
Jim agreed and told Pam that one of the speakers would be his girl friend, who was sitting at the main table, and that was the reason he was alone with her, Pam.
"Jim pointed out his girl friend sitting at the long table. Pam followed his direction and when her eyes found the girl Pam discovered that the girl was staring straight at her. Pam studied her and considered her to be quite good looking in a severe sort of way. She was well proportioned and was dressed in a plain dress with a high neckline and long sleeves. Her hair was built up on the back of her head in the form of a bun. Her features were severe and her facial expression was very cloudy as their eyes met. Pam registered jealousy in the girls eyes.
Pam did not let Jim know that she knew her name and asked him, "Jim what is her name?"
Jim explained her name was Eve Bedkley Smith, and he went on, "She is hooked on this charity, which was a baby of her parents'. " Oddly enough, said Jim it was quite in the cards that Eve herself might be a recipient of help from the charity because she was very poor as her parents were both dead and had last the family fortune.
This Pam had already learned from her friends and Pam realized that Jim was at least open and straight forward in all he said. Jim said that Eve would be replying to the toast of the visitors.
Pam said to Jim, "I just caught there eye when you pointed her out to me, and I am sure that she looked dangers at me and is very jealous that I am sitting here with you."
Jim said, "That would be true to form and between you and me," he went on, "you're a good safeguard for me against all young girls who chase me."
Pam said, "flatter yourself, don't you?" Jim replied, "Not really. You see, some time ago one of the glossy magazines published a story on me and boosted me up to be a young and desirable man with lots of money, and the catch of the season."
Pam said to Jim, "I just caught her eye when and how we have talked I would have said that they were not far wrong. I wouldn't mind having you if there were no strings attached."
Jim said, "I wish I could agree with you, but it is out of the question for you or anyone else."
Pam said, "Don't worry, I am only interested in you for this," and she patted his prick. "After I have had what I want you can keep your Eves."
"That's marvelous," he said. "In a way I like Eve but I would like to make her let her hair down."
Pam said, "Have you ever fucked her?"
"Fucked her?" said Jim. "Never."
"Has she ever made advances to you?" asked Pam
"Oh yes," said Jim, "in a mild sort of way, but whenever I have gone on with the chances she has always gently but firmly eased me away and given me the funny little shrill snigger and her usual expression-"Jim dear, what are you doing, calm yourself and behave."
Pam said, "I can guess what she is up to. She is working you up to get you to force yourself on her, when she will probably swoon and you will have fucked her and then she will have got you with marriage the only alternative." Jim said, "it's a funny thing. I like Eve, but she is not easy enough for me and I want someone like you for instance who responds to my baser feelings, meaning no offense to you, if you understand me."
Pam said, "I understand you and you have flattered me without knowing it, for it is my desire to do that to men. I like to stir their feelings, the baser the better for me. As I said before, no strings attached."
She went on, "I'll tell you what I'll do, I will work a trick on Eve which will show her up in true colors and make you see that she has in fact got all the things you see in me and that she is hiding them for fear of putting you off. In other words you both want the same things, but each of you is hiding your desire and all the baser natured feelings for fear of offending the other."
Jim said, "If I could get Eve to be like you I would be in seventh heaven."
Pam said, "What do you see in me?"
"Just look at yourself in the mirror-it hits me at once. You have got it, plus, and any man cold tell you so at once. I have seen your breasts, they are so terribly exciting, so pointed and firm they make me feel I would like to suck and lick them.
I like the way you respond to my hand on your legs, you open them to give me easier access to your fanny, it's wonderful. What's more you make it quite clear that you yourself like it, and that's a tremendous thrill for any man."
"Well," said Pam, "hasn't Eve got all these things?"
"Yes," said Jim, "but she wraps them up under those dresses of her and refuses to go beyond a kiss. She's got all the physical attributes, tits, cunt, eyes, lips, the lot, but she keeps me off and is likely to do so even if we were married. No," said Jim, "I like my women to like it too."
"Good for you," said Pam, "but I think you have misjudged Eve, and I hope to prove it to you."
Pam turned round to look at Eve and found her glaring in her direction, making it exquisitely obvious that she disapproved of Pam and what was going on at the table. Eve was just getting up to make her speech. Jim said, "While I have the chance I would like to say how much I have been thrilled to be with you and by the few minutes of play I had with you." He continued, "I hope before we part from one another we can come to mutual satisfaction after all this preliminary play."
Pam said, "as I have already told you, I am going to show Eve in her true self and this will involve you and me in a way which will probably make you come more than once. I am going to write a note to an acquaintance, a man over whom I have some hold, and I will get him to join us in the bar after the speeches. I am sure Eve will come along to search you out."
She continued, "I will use this man-his name is
Tony Meyer-to seduce eve, and she will be so embarrassed when she realizes you have seen her as it were with her panties down, that she will be only to eager to rush into your arms. Don't forget, she will have seen by that time that you have all any woman could want, anyway."
Jim said, "how are you going to do all this without Eve knowing?"
"I will arrange for Eve to be told that you and I will be going to my place for a session, and Tony will get her into the flat so that she can catch you in the act. She will jump at the chance to get a hold on you, but in actual fact by that time she herself will be so involved with Tony that there won't be any hold on you, the hold will be on her, and you can rest assured she will give a display which won't leave you in any doubt as to her capabilities."
Jim said, "It sounds fine, but where do we come in?"
"Well," said Pam, "Tony will have Eve at his mercy and we will watch him seduce her, and amuse ourselves at the same time. She will eventually come round from her dreams with Tony and see you and me having our fun. In this way she will enjoy herself in the way she really want to and then realize that you can supply all her needs, and what's more, from what she will see of us, that you won't mind getting your fun from her. Everyone will be happy. I have had you myself for a while. Eve will have had her fun with Tony, and she will see she can still keep you. Tony will have paid off of his debt to me."
Pam immediately wrote a note called a waiter, and instructed him to take it to Mr. Meyer. Presently the waiter returned with Tony's reply. Pam told Jim that Tony Weyer would join them later for a drink in the bar after the speeches.
Pam said, "Eve is going to come along and she will be foisted onto Meyer."
"How are you going to do this?"
Pam said she would arrange for Eve's drink to be doctored with a powder she had for the purpose, and Meyer would do his tricks and use his undoubted talent for seduction on Eve. Meyer would be given the key to Pam's flat and would take Eve back there for the grand finale.
Eve would not be able to resist Tony's methods especially as she would want it more as the drug works on her. What Pam did not tell Jim was that she would try to get Eve on her own to hypnotize her in to allowing Tony to give exhibition.
At long last the speeches were finished and the queen was toasted. Smoking began and everyone wondered off to the bar or the dance floor.
THREE
Jim and Pam strolled into the bar and almost at once Tony joined them. Eve, as predicted, hurried into the bar to join them too, and Jim introduced Tony and Pam. They sipped their drinks, and the conversation lapsed into everyday subjects. Pam discreetly gave Jim the power and told him to get the next round and put the powder in Eve's and Tony's drinks. Eve was jealous of Pam and kept trying to monopolize Jim, but Meyer kept fussing over Eve and butting in on Eve and Jim.
Jim came back with the doctored drinks and went into the ballroom to find a table. They sat for a moment with Eve still trying to take over Jim. But he took his cue from Pam and asked her for a dance. Jim and Pam danced away and saw Meyer lead Eve onto the floor.
Pam relaxed in Jim's arms and snuggled up close to him, with her arms right round him and his around her. They were so close that she could feel his extended prick against her fanny. She lifted her head away from his shoulder and looked at him and said, "So soon?"
He replied, "What did you expect with all the incentive you give me?" and he looked down her neck to see her lovely dark red pointed tits sticking out sharp from her body. She gave a little jerk again at his prick and thrilled at its reaction. They danced into one of the comers which was deserted and Jim turned Pam's back to the wall. His hand felt down her back to her butt and his finger endeavored to find the hole in the crack of her ass. Her dress was so tight over her backside that he could not get his finger in her arse hole. Pam whispered in his ear, "You are disappointed?"
Jim said, "Yes, of course." She said "Be patient, dance me back in the corner again."
He did so, then she said. "Put your hand down the gap of my dress at the back." The cutaway back of the dress reached down almost to her butt. He put his hand inside the dress and discovered she was naked underneath. His fingers reached down the crack between the cheeks of her butt and a last he was able to curve his finger up the hole. She said, "Stick your finger right up darling, that's it darling, but just a little higher-get lovely, lovely!" Each time he shoved his finger up she jerked her cunt against his prick. She could feel his weapon jump into erection.
Pam whispered in his ear, "Darling, it feels huge. What would you like to do with that right now?"
"Have you," he said. "Now now, Jim. I have told you before to call it by its right name." She jerked her fanny against his tool.
He blurted out into her ear, "You wonderful girl I would like to stick it right up your cunt and fuck you, do you hear, fuck you," and with each ejaculation he pushed his prick against her fanny.
"Darling, darling it is so thrilling to hear you say it!" She turned her head and quickly kissed him. her tongue darting in and out of his mouth.
His prick leaped up and she wriggled on it. He felt the edge of her slit with the knob of his prick and could almost get it in, his prick was so hard and stiff.
"Darling," said Pam, "we had better cool off, or you wiH have all the women swooning over at the sight of your prick as we walk off the floor." She pulled away from Jim and looked. "Gee whiz, what a weapon!" She said, and kept at a distance as they danced round the room to their table.
Eve and Meyer had disappeared. They had a good look round but could not find them. It was decided to go on to Pam's flat and wait for Eve and Meyer to turn up.
She sent orders to Mark to fetch them in the car. They collected their cloaks and sauntered out of the hotel just as Mark arrived with the car. He drove them home.
Mark waited for Pam to give her further instructions and she told him to advise the servants that she wanted the flat to herself, and that they could all retire. "Let me know when they have all gone, Mar, please," she said.
They went into the lounge to wait for Mark to give them the all clear.
Pam told Jim to pour the drinks, and perched herself on the largest divan in the room. Jim carried the drinks to the divan and handed Pam hers. Pam saw his hand shaking with pent up feelings, no doubt in anticipation of things to come. Seeing this affected Pam and she too had a tingling feeling down her spine as she thought of his prick and what she could do with it.
A tap came on the door, and Mark entered on Pam's call. He advised them that they had the flat to themselves and with a cheery "Goodnight" he went away. Pam stretched her legs while she sipped her drink and looked at Jim, who was sitting on the divan at her feet.
She said, "I expect Eve and Tony will be here shortly, so let us finish these drinks, make ourselves comfortable and wait to see what they will do."
Jim looked at Pam. She was so very beautiful and with his eyes, Pam could see, he metaphorically undressed her. Pam could see his eyes search her every move and she encouraged him. She leaned forward so that he could see her enticing red-nippled tits hanging down in her dress, plainly visible as the neckline fell open to show them and the body down to her waist. She lifted her legs to her chest, bending them at the knees, so Jim could see right up her thighs to her cunt which as he looked was pinched in between her thighs. The slit was shut tight in the downy hair around it.
Pam said, "I want to have a drain off," and she lifted one leg from the bent position over the edge of the divan on to the floor. In doing so she lifted one leg a little higher and then moved it away from the other leg. Jim could see the most he had ever seen. It was a large narrow slit, and as the leg opened the slit also opened, showing the rosy pale wrinkles and curls inside the cunt. It was slightly wet with the juices and he could see the wet all over the lips of the cunt giving it a wonderful attractive shiny look. He could hardly stop himself from plunging his mouth and tongue up that beautiful ravine but he controlled his pent-up feelings.
Pam could feel his enthusiasm reaching her but she put off the urge by taking. "Oh Jim, my wonderful boy, I feel so randy I could let you fuck and fuck me now, but let us enjoy the moments and make them last. It is so wonderful to get these sexy collywobbles."
She led Jim from the lounge down the hall to the bathroom. Pam as usual stood over the basin with her dress pulled up and began to piss. "Come on, Jim, join me in a pissy session."
He took out his prick and Pam gasped. "My God what a tool," she said. "How long is it, Jim."
"I've never measured it," said Jim "but I suppose in erection about ten inches. With you it could get to eleven perhaps."
"Come on," said Pam, "you've got some piss have not you?"
"Yes" he said, "a lot."
"Good," she said, "then join me."
He began to piss in the pan and Pam said, "Piss on me," as she lifted her dress to get a better view. He directed his stream onto her cunt, so that the two flows mingled. She gazed at his hitting her cunt and murmured, "Lovely, lovely piss," she waggled her twat so that the stream from him went all round her hairy twat. "Lovely, lovely," She went on. "Yours is a different color from mine, "she said. "Mine is white, yours is yellow, and I bet mine is sweeter than yours."
When they had at last exhausted their water Pam said, "Dry me," and Jim got down and put his mouth to her cunt and licked all round it inside the slit and sucked the hair and licked around her thighs and belly thoroughly cleaning. When he had finished she said, "Now kiss me-I want to taste my own piss." He took her head and she partially opened her mouth as he put his tongue up her throat. She licked her lips and said, "Now I'll taste yours," and she got down on her knees, took hold of the stiff hard prick and began to lick it. She gently pulled the skin back and began to lick it. She gently pulled the skin back from the knob until just a little of the ruby top was showing. She then inserted her tongue under he skin and licked all around murmuring, "Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm, lovely." With the other hand she played with his balls and ran her fingers over his butt hole, thrilling at his prick as it jerked in her mouth, and squeezed the little slit on the tip so that it opened disclosing a seeping of his juices.
She licked it with the tip of her tongue so that the tongue was visible. She showed it to Jim and made a sound in her throat. "Mmmmm Mmmmmm," and as she watched him she slowly swallowed, saying," Jim, it tastes lovely, have you got some more?" She turned to his prick again and pulled back the skin, squeezed the tip and said, "No more left, what a pity." She gave the skin a good pull back so that the knob came into view as tight as a drum and she plunged her mouth over the knob, back and forth until she felt the jerks increasing. Then she stopped and said, "I've had enough for now. I want him right up me later on." She got up. licking all round her own mouth. "I think my piss is sweeter than yours" she said.
As final gesture she got hold of his prick, opened her legs, and stepped over his prick, gripping it in between her legs until the knob stuck out between the cheeks of her butt. She gently swayed on the rod and felt with her hand at the back around the knob, rubbing herself along the stiff shaft. "Stop, stop," he shouted, or I shall spunk. She closed her eyes and said, "Me to;" and she withdrew her cunt from his weapon.
What a woman, he thought, what a woman! She too was conjuring up in her mind what joy she would have with this great big prick, and pictured herself doing all kinds of tricks at her own will.
She pulled his head down to hers and reveled in the exchange of tongues. Their saliva spread all round their mouths and faces and they each ejected more spittle into each other's mouths, rolling their heads and trying to get deeper and deeper down each other's throats. It was absolute heaven to Pam as his hand found one of her tits and completely enveloped it. squeezing it and with his thumb playing with the nipple until it became so hard it felt like an acorn. It sent Pam into raptures of ran-dines and she accelerated the rubbing on his prick, thrilling even more as it jumped and jerked to a terrific swollen hardness. ".Tim. Jim, Jim, we must stop, or we'll spoil our fun later."
She stood away from him and put his prick under his fly, saying to it, "You beautiful thing you, how I'm going to enjoy you right up my cunt, right up I say." Jim did up his fly and they strolled back into the hall. Just at that moment Tony Meyer and Eve came in the front floor.
FOUR
Both of them looked pretty rough. Eve was clinging to Tony and was actually rubbing her face against his. He had his arm around her waist and she was saying "Have you got a penny darling, I simply must go and get rid of some of that drink we have had, or I shall do it in my panties here." He said
"Quite Eve, you are not at the club now, you are home and here Pam and Jim see?"
She looked up with bleary eyes and caught sight of Pam. "You're the girl who pinched my Jim, but who cares, I've got another man now and what a man too," she said as she patted Tony on the shoulder. She then caught sight of Jim and said, "Hello Jim you old bastard. But I'm worried-I've got a real man now." And she shoved Tony towards Jim saying, "Here he is, say hello, Tony."
Jim was surprised at the effects of the drug on Eve, and told Pam so. Pam said him, "This is where I do my stuff," and to Eve she said, "Come along Eve, I will show you were the toilet is." She led Eve away telling Jim to mix the drinks for Tony and himself while she looked after Eve.
As soon as they got into the toilet Eve made a dash for the pan saying, "I can hardly hold it any more." She was having difficulty in getting her under clothes clear for the performance so Pam gave a hand. Pam was surprised to find that Eve had on a pair of Victorian panties buttoned at the crotch. Pam laughed as she undid the buttons, opened the slit in the drawers and eased Eve down onto the seat. Immediately Eve let off a tremendous fart and sighed. "Ahh.. . Ahh.. . that's better," and a veritable column of piss jetted down into the pan frothing the water. She said laughing, "I wish I could do that in his face "Pam laughed too and Eve suddenly realized Pam was there. She looked at Pam and said, "I suppose I should hate you, but I don't. I have had the best time of my life and there is some more to come. I mean to have him tonight or my name is not Eve," she said as she rose from the seat adjusting her panties and dress.
Pam said, "Let me look at you," as she turned Eve towards her and looked into Eve's face.
This was the moment that Pam could use to bring her hypnotic powers to bear on Eve. It did not take very long before Eve was under, and Pam grilled Eve as to her experiences with men. Eve had had lots of experience as Pam had surmised. The old fashioned clothes and hair style, the air of innocence and her prudish manner, all were a front to hide Eve's secret desire for the pornographic books and literature she read and for the men she seduced into becoming slaves for her games. All this Pam discovered whilst Eve was under the trance.
Pam instructed Eve to let Tony Meyer to do all he wanted to her, and she was to let herself go and satisfy her own desire, even though Jim and Pam would be onlookers. She was to return to normal when Pam gave the signal, which would be after she had had her fun with Tony.
To all intents and purposes Eve was quite normal to the onlooker; only Pam would know the difference.
They returned to the lounge, where they found Jim and Tony chatting and drinking. Pam went to Jim on one settee and Eve went to the opposite where Tony was sitting.
Jim said to Pam, "I have never seen her like this, what has happened to her?"
Pam said, "I told you I would fix it for you to see Eve in her full colors and there she is, and if I'm not mistaken she will surprise you even more before long."
"I hope so, for if she keeps it up I shall be very pleasantly surprised."
Jim and Pam arranged themselves so that they could watch Eve and Tony. Jim put his hand down Pam's dress to cup her tits in his hand and to play with it. Pam undid his fly and searched for his prick. She put her hand into the gap in his trousers and her hand came into contact with the thickest prick she had ever known. She pulled it out of the fly looked at it and her breath at the size of it. It was the biggest tool! She commenced to play with it gently, whilst Jim fondled her tits. Every now and again they would open their mouths to one another and suck each other's tongues, reveling in the relaxed joy of sex.
Eve curled up against Tony and he was content to let her do all the play for the moment. She undid the front of her dress and pulled out an enormous plump tit with a big red nipple, hard and solid, and she held the tit over Tony's mouth and rubbed the nipple over his lips. Now and again he shot out his tongue to lick the nipple and take an occasional bite.
Meanwhile Eve pulled open his trousers, and bought to light a prick the like of which it would be impossible to better. It was gnarled and long with a knob stretched so tight the cord over the top looked as though it might split at any moment. The slit went nearly completely over the top of the knob. Eve played with the prick whilst she teased Tony with her tit. She told him to open his mouth then she leaned her mouth over his, and let a drop of spittle fall on the nipple and into Tony's mouth. He lapped it up and wriggled with the sexy feeling of it all. She searched the gap in his fly for his balls and felt his arse hole, sticking her fingers up his butt making him raise his prick like a stiff pole in a upwards fucking motion.
Eve looked over to Pam and Jim and was surprised at herself that her feelings should not be one of shock to see Pam playing with her boyfriend's prick, something which she had never done with him. She was also surprised to see that Jim and Pam were not shocked at seeing her sex play with Tony. She had been so careful to hide her own desires from the outside world and now this was being accepted as a normal procedure for her.
"Ah well,", she thought, "The damage is done now, so why not make the most of it?" Perhaps Jim would not mind her randy feelings after all. What was done was done, so she continued to get her thrills with Tony.
In raptures of sexual joy she pulled and played with Tony's prick and felt his balls and arse hole. The balls were so big she said to Tony, "What big bollocks you've got." She liked to use the most vulgar words because it gave her added desire. "They feel like ostrich eggs."
She heard Pam say, "Look Eve," and Eve turned to look at Jim and. She saw Pam stretch the skin of Jim's prick right down to make the knob stand out like a red beacon and she waggled the prick back and forth at Eve saying, "Now you can compare their pricks, their lovely fucking cocks." Jim and Pam laughed and Eve surprised herself and laughed too.
Eve could see that the prick she had was much bigger and thicker than Jim's and the knob on the end was firmer and harder. She showed her thanks by plastering her face against its length and stroking it, saying, "Oh you wonderful weapon you, there is not a better fucker in all the world and I'm going to be at its jerking and throbbing."
Tony was struggling with Eve's dress. Undoing hooks and eyes down the back, he at last managed to get them all undone and pulled the dress down over Eve's shoulders and under her butt as Eve helped by raising herself a little. Having got the dress off he found another under-slip and he tugged at it and finally got it off. Eve was now in those Victorian panties and a bra big enough to hold the dome of St. Paul's.
Pam said to Jim "Now you will see Eve's breasts. Have you ever seen them before?" Jim said, "No,, never" and watched as Pam continued to play with his prick, with her thumb over the top of his knob, and her fingers up and down the stiff column to the balls.
Tony got Eve's tits out and they flopped down. They were the largest, with huge protruding nipples and lovely blue veins running from the base to the nipples, all milky and solid. Tony pulled Eve towards him and shoved his prick into the valley between her tits, closing her tits over his prick so that the knob came and went as he wanked himself between those two buds.
Eve looked down and watched the knob appearing and disappearing and she let spittle drop on it as it came into view. She helped Tony with the jack off by moving her body in unison with his up-and-down movement. She squirmed with the excitement of it all.
Tony now pulled Eve's head forward so that her mouth was near his prick and she stuck out her tongue to lick the knob each time it came into sight.
Pam said, "Look Jim, she is actually enjoying it, and she will presently get it in her mouth, you see." Jim replied, "It is unbelievable that I should have been so blind as to miss my chance with Eve."
Eve lowered her mouth over that strong stiff weapon and pulled the skin back and forth as she worked her head up and down over Tony's prick. Each time her mouth swallowed the tool Tony lifted up and down to get more prick down Eve's throat. Pam saw Eve break away from the mouth jack off and tongue and lick the stiff rod down its whole length, following the thick cord onto the prick which stood out like another prick alongside its master.
Jim could not bring himself to believe that this was the girl he thought to be so prudish, the girl he thought would swoon at the mention of sex, and who seemed to be so innocent. He continued, "I have been blind-I suppose I have lost my chance with eve."
"Oh no, you haven't" said Pam, "you can have her and all her tricks after Tony gets through with her. I told you I could do it for you darling and I will," she said, as she bent over and gave his prick a quick suck like a lollypop.
Eve was slobbering away and sucking Tony's belly and balls. Pam was surprised when she saw Eve lift Tony's legs back against his chest so that she could get at his bollocks and suck them completely into her mouth, hair and all.
Tony was now using words to encourage Eve. He was saying. "What do you think of my big fucking prick, you like it, don't you my dear? You would like it right up your cunt for a ripe good fucking would not you?"
Tony's words affected Pam and she began to work on Jim's prick. This made Jim feel more randy, and his hand searched for her cunt. Pam could sense his randiness and lifted her leg on that side so that Jim could get his hand under the cheek of her butt and up her cunt.
Tony was continuing with his vulgar words. "This is what you have always wanted isn't it Eve darling a lovely fuck with a lovely fucking prick. I bet your cunt is wet with your lovely juicy spunk, isn't it, Eve?"
Eve was now going hammer and tongs with Tony's prick in her mouth. She had found his butthole with two fingers and was ramming them up his hole. She had completely abandoned all propriety and was obscenely sucking Tony's prick and jacking off it as well with complete rapture.
Tony could not stand it any more and had to force Eve's head away from his prick. As it plopped out of her mouth with a smack, she blurted out, "Fuck, fuck fuck me you fucking bastard."
After a few moments she calmed down and proceeded to remove those panties; her cunt was revealed. It was the greatest gash! The slit was surely six inches long, with a large opening at the top of the slit. It was ruby red and the hair on it was a thick dark brown. Tony opened it for a better view. It was all wrinkled inside. The clitoris inside the opening at the top was huge, just like a boy's penis. Tony played with it and Eve screamed, "fuck fuck fuck me!" Tony's prick jumped to even a greater length. He took off the remainder of his clothes after having laid Eve down on the divan, moaning for him to fuck her.
Tony lay down on his back on the divan. His prick, a huge weapon, stuck up stiff and firm, the cord down its length like an extra prick.
He told Eve to lie down over him and to face him. For a moment he had a view of her big cunt between her thighs. As Pam and Jim watched, Eve guided that stiff hard rod into her cunt.
All this had stirred Pam to greater desire, and she had now raised both legs to her chest with her head between her legs. She had put both hands round the outside of her clitoris to Jim for him to finger. As Pam watched Eve guide Tony's prick up her cunt she moaned with pleasure and her loins tingled with the sensation of the fuck she was about to witness.
Eve let herself down onto the huge prick slowly to get the most from the feeling of that weapon as it went up her. She slowly soaked it up and reveled in the feeling of the shaft as it filled her cunt, until it went right up out of sight. Eve repeated the slow up-and-down movement, living in heaven as it glided in and throbbed and jerked inside her. She could not control the welling feelings and let herself go violently, projecting herself up and down on the rod, muttering to each movement, "You fucker, you fucker, give me more prick! Up up, higher, higher, higher! Come on Tony, you fucker, harder, up higher, you fucker."
Tony now grabbed Eve round the waist and pulled her down onto his prick and thrust his body upwards. As she came down his balls banged against her butt and as the prick went up and down in, and out the impact against Eve's cunt made a noise-squelch. . . squelch. Eve was now moaning and muttering, "Oh God, Oh God, give me more, more make me spunk, oh come on, come on, I want to spunk." she opened her legs until her cunt was stretched to its tearing point as she tried to get more and more prick up. She rammed down on the pole in ecstasy. She gave one or two extra fast rammings and to each she shouted,, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Then it happened-she spunked and spunked and she felt Tony squirt his stream up her. She closed her eyes and reveled in the most indescribable randy pleasure she had ever known, and with a last dying gasp she thrust down to get that wonderful prick to squirt some juice up her. There was so much spunk everywhere, it was all over Tony's balls and hair and his belly and his arse hole. Her cunt was soaked in it and her hair was sodden it. Oh what joy! Oh what a fucking joy!
Eve lifted herself off his prick, which plopped out covered in slimy wet spunk, steaming with the heat. Eve looked at it. Tony had his eyes closed in raptures, and was saying, "Eve darling that was the most wonderful fuck," He fondled his own prick with the rapture of it all.
Eve said, "I have never had such a randy fuck and never, never such an orgasm. Look!," she said, showing her cunt to Tony as she opened it. The red cunt was oozing with Tony's spunk. She like Tony played with herself in the last throes of the most thrilling fuck she could remember.
Eve looked over to Pam and Jim. Pam was now on her back on the divan with her legs back against her chest and her face between her legs. This position stretched her cunt wide open so that her clitoris was sticking right out like a teat on a cow's udder. Jim had his legs over Pam's face and his prick was in her mouth as she held it with one hand. The other was sticking up Jim's arse hole. Jim balancing on his elbows, was ramming his tongue in and out of Pam's cunt, stopping every now and again to lick the protruding clitoris. Every now and again Pam was holding the prick while she licked instead of sucking it, and rubbing it all over her face in raptures of happiness with words such as, "Oh you wonderful, wonderful prick! "And she would suck it, saying again, "You lovely prick!"
All of a sudden, Pam abandoned Jim's prick, grabbed his head and thrust her cunt upwards against his mouth. She rammed down on his head with her cunt. Jim mouth going up and down, up and down, and in and out, in and out of Pam's cunt, and his tongue flashed. Pam was now muttering, "Ugh.. . shove upwards.. . ugh.. . shove.. . ugh," with every thrust, saying, "Come on you bastard, higher, Oh.. . Oh.. . fuck, fuck, fuck.. . I'm spunking, come, come, come!" And with a gasp she rammed Jim's head right up her cunt and spunked and spunked again all over her crotch and arse hole, which he began to lick and probe with his tongue.
Pam moaned and moaned, "Ohh. . . Ohh. . . " as she rolled from side to side never attempting to stop, Jim finishing her off as she showed ecstasy, letting him lick her to his hearts content as she lay back.
FIVE
Eve lifted herself from Tony's prick. It slid out of her hole with ease. The prick was covered with her own and Tony's spunk. Eve looked down at Tony as he said, "Darling, that was the most wonderful fuck, oh, oh, oh," and he fondled his own weapon with rapturous words, "Lovely, lovely," the rapture running through him.
Eve said, "I have never felt so fucking randy, and I have never had such a lovely orgasm. Look," she said-as she opened her cunt all red for Tony to see, her own and his spunky juices oozing from the slit, and she, like Tony, played with her cunt in the last throes of happiness from the fuck of fucks she had just had.
Eve and Tony watched Pam and Jim in the last fondlings and lickings of their gamming and Eve marveled at her own acceptance of the fact that it was her own boyfriend Jim who was gammed by Pam, and that she had herself had accepted as normal her experience with Tony the biggest prick she had ever had and also the greatest fuck she had ever had.
Contemplatingly her hand stole over to Tony's prick to fondle it with a loving touch, and they kissed to seal the mutual joy of their wonderful grind.
Each in turn went off to the toilet to clean up and Pam gave them leave to help themselves to drinks. She herself adjourned to the toilet and like the others had a piss and washed herself.
She contemplated all that had happened. It had not gone completely as planned, but never the less she was very satisfied. It had added another experience to her repertoire and she considered what she would do to improve on the situation, should it happen again.
She was not at all sure about Jim whether she would like him to fuck her, as the motive had been to get him and Eve together. Anyway there were bigger pricks and better fucks, there had to be.
Eve had been shown up in her true colors to Jim. What a cunt Eve had. Pam would have thought a man would have preferred a cunt like hers, smaller and tighter than Eve's. Eve's was so huge and hairy. Pam relieved the moments of Jim's tongue up her cunt and she gripped the imaginary weapon as the muscles in her vagina contracted in response to her thoughts.
Just at that moment, Eve came into the toilet and proceeded to piss. Pam saw that huge cunt again-it was simply tremendous. As she pissed, the water sprayed in all directions with a hissing sound. The cunt had had such a bashing it had temporarily distorted the cunt lips. They both laughed at the sound and praying, as with one last pressure Eve finished off.
This was the moment Pam chose to return Eve back to normal from the hypnotic spell. Pam called
Eve over and told her to look into her eyes. Pam, using the power she had, at last clicked her fingers and said to Eve, "O. K., return to normal, but I want you to remember everything." Eve returned to normal and reverted back to her former prudish self, but after a few moments her thoughts began to have a few effects. She began to ask Pam all sorts of questions and expressed great enthusiasm in going back to the lounge to see Jim, not Tony.
The effect on Eve was increasing and she seemed to have no prudish attitude. Instead of doing up the front of her dress, she tucked it in to form a daring "V". She made her face up and asked Pam to help with a new and more attractive way of hair styling. She herself laughed at her old fashioned panties, and threw them away, not bothering to wear anything at all. Off they went to the lounge.
Eve flew into Jim's arms and wrapped her arms round him kissing him fiercely and passionately.
Pam caught Jim's eye and gave him a wink. He took the cue and redoubled his attentions to Eve, mouthing her and feeling her, and Eve wriggled in passionate jerks at Jim's stimulations.
Pam joined Tony and thanked him for all he had done in bringing Eve into line. Tony had replied he had enjoyed it while it had lasted but he could not help adding that he wished it had been Pam.
Pam and Tony sat down to finish their drinks, and to watch Jim and Eve tonguing and slobbering all over each other. They were passionately kissing and holding one another in a tight embrace. Eve was holding Jim's head hard against her wet mouthing kisses, and with the other hand was undoing his fly and playing with his prick at the same time.
Jim had her dress up, showing her bare butt, and was bending his first two fingers up her arse hole.
Pam shouted to them. "Why don't you two go the whole hog and finish it off?" Pam continued, "Go on and have a good grind."
They both stopped for a moment for Eve to say, "I couldn't fuck any more at the present, my cunt is so loose."
Jim said, "I'm gammed out anyway, Pam sucked me dry."
They resumed kissing and feeling.
Pam said to Tony, "Well that's that, there'll be no more fun for us tonight. Let's go out for a late night drink somewhere."
They went into the hall to fetch their coats and returned to the lounge to say "Cheerio" to Jim and Eve.
Imagine their surprise to find that Eve had Jim's prick out. It was sticking up like a pole. Eve was lying back beside Jim with his tool near her face, and she was jacking off him like mad and watching the knob as the foreskin covered and uncovered with the movements. Jim's was holding her cunt open with both hands and was gently sucking all round it.
A very homely and loving scene, thought Pam. She shouted to them, "Good night, let yourselves out," and she and Tony left with the sound of a reply just about reaching them through the door as they closed it behind them.
They strolled along, waiting for a taxi to come along. Pam said, "I hope you understand, Tony, that I would like to go along on my own now."
Tony said, "That's O. K."
Pam said, "good, I'll drop you at your place on the way.
"A cab came along and Tony directed it to his flat in Kensington, where he left Pam with a cheery, "Good night, and thanks for the fun, call on me any time. Always at your service, darling."
SIX
Having got rid of Tony, Pam thought that she would change her mind about going out for the rest of, the night. She gave the cabby instructions to drive her back to the flat.
The Cab turned into the park at King Bridge and made for Park Lane. Just as the cab turned into the main drive a sports car came round the corner of Hyde Park at a great speed, causing the cabby to swerve to avoid hitting him. The car driver changed his direction at the same time and they met with a crash. Pam was thrown to the floor of the cab, glass flew everywhere. She managed to get up from the floor of the cab and looked through the broken partition window at the cabby. He was lying across the wheel of the cab amongst the broken glass of the windscreen.
A man opened the cab door and said, "Are you all right, miss?"
She replied, "I think so," and got out of to see what had happened. Pam could see that the car which had hit them was slivered round at right angles to the cab. The driver had apparently suffered little damage and was attending to the cab-driver, who was cut about the face.
The car driver came over to Pam and said, "Are you all right? She repeated, "I think so."
He said, "I'm very sorry for what has happened. I am not sure whose fault it was, but we must get the cabby to a hospital. What about you?"
Pam said, "I was on my way home."
He said, "You had better come with me and I will let you go when I am sure you are not hurt."
Pam looked at him and saw he was very young-she thought about eighteen-very good looking and well spoken.
"Where is your place," she said.
He said, "I'm staying with my parents in London temporarily. It's over there in Hill Street," and he pointed to the other side of the park.
Pam did not let on that her place was only a short distance from his, and she decided to let things go along as they were going it was something of an adventure. "Can I trust you?" she said.
"Trust me, why of course, though I don't know what you mean."
"O. K. then," said Pam, but only for a little while until I have recovered from this."
In the meantime an ambulance had turned up and the cabby was taken to the hospital.
The vehicles were pushed to the side of the road. A police constable had taken over and had taken down all particulars. The driver of the sports car was Michael Bolton, and his home was at Wrothby in Sussex. He had given his age as seventeen and a half. He had been driving for very long. "The car was a gift from his father a wealthy business man, and Michael had come up to London to stay with his parents at their flat while he completed his training for the rugby finals in which he might participate if he was selected for the team. The nonstable eventually let them go, having taken down his address on Hill Street, and warned, him that he would have attend the court and answer the possible charges for the accident.
Having ascertained that the cabby was not badly hurt, perhaps just stunned and slightly cut from the glass, they walked across the grass to Hill Street, where Michael led Pam to the flat. Once inside he made her sit down on the divan in front of the fire whilst he searched for some brandy, which he said he never took himself.
Having settled down on the divan Pam began to feel the reaction to the smash, and she could feel herself going a little dizzy. She had sufficient acumen to realize that she could use the situation for a bit of fun. He was very young and completely new to the female lure. She still had on her low neckline dress, and no panties or bra. She lay on the divan, opened her dress a little, and arranged one of her breasts ?o that it was visible just inside the neckline. She put her legs up on the divan, and lifted one of them over the other but pulled up a little so that she showed a great deal of her thighs. Under her long eyelashes she watched the events. Michael came in with a glass in his hand and stopped in his tracks, his mouth came open in surprise, and he put the drink down on the table looking all the time at Pam, at her legs and protruding breasts.
He coughed once or twice to draw her attention to the fact that he was there. This having no effect he banged a tray down on the table. Still no effect. He then came over to Pam and examined her closely, taking a long time over her legs. He then pushed her shoulder and said, "Miss, Miss, are you all right?" Still no response so he rushed out of the room and Pam heard him in the bathroom rummaging around.
Back he came with a bottle in his hand. He pulled out the stopper of the bottle and held it under Pam's nose. The pungent vapor from the smelling salts made Pam toss her head and she did it again for effect. Also for effect she rolled her head down and it fell on his lap as he sat on the edge of the divan. Her hand dropped right onto his prick. Pam was disappointed to feel that it had not got very big. She moaned and rolled her head again and also her body so that the tit came out completely from the dress. She opened her eyes and gave him a stare and then looked round saying. "Where am I?" and then she looked down at her lovely pointed tit with its red nipple sticking out from her dress.
Hurriedly she put it away and said, "What have you been doing?"
He seemed to be very, very embarrassed, and stuttering said, "I haven't done anything.. . when I came back with the drinks I came in to find you like this."
Pam replied, "I wouldn't have exposed myself would I?"
"I suppose not," he said.
"Then what did you asked?" she asked.
"Nothing," he replied, I suppose you er. . . er.. . " and he half pointed to her breast.. . "must have became uncovered when you fainted."
"'With your help," she said.
"Oh no.. . no. . . " he replied. Her hand was still on his lap and both of them at the same time realized this.
Pam said, "Do you do this sort of thing to all your girlfriends."
He replied, "I have very few girlfriends, and none of them could match up to you."
"Oh is that so?" said Pam. So I suppose that gives you the right to undress me, does it?"
"Oh no. . . no. . . you misunderstand me, I don't know much about girls, I spend most of my time in sport."
"What kind of sport do you mean?" said Pam. "Sporting with girls much older than yourself, eh?"
"No," said Michael, "by sport I mean rugby cricket, and stuff like that."
"I see," said Pam. "You have never had any sport with a girl, is that it?"
"Not exactly," said Michael. "I once knew a girl but she didn't appeal to me, she wanted to do things."
"Does that mean, I do, and is that the reason you tried to undress me?"
"No.. . no. . . no. . . I did not try to undress you, your dress, must half come undone when you flopped out and fainted."
"But," said Pam, "you say I appeal to you. Why is it because you have seen more of me than your other girls?"
"I don't know, I don't know," said Michael, "you are getting me all confused."
"I bet you are confused," said Pam. "You have seen more of me than I have of you, is that fair?"
"Oh dear, oh dear." He mumbled, "What has happened to us? I did not undress you," he went on, "but you do appeal to me. I have seen more of you than you of me, and it does something to me which I can't explain. Do you forgive me?"
"Answer me one thing," said Pam. "Yes," said Michael.
"Would you like to see more of me again."
"Yes, yes, I would," he replied, "but I know I shouldn't, because you might misunderstand me."
"Oh I understand you all right," said Pam. "You are like all men you want to look and enjoy your looking and not give anything in exchange."
"I would, I would," said Michael. "I would do anything you say." Pam had worked him into such a state he was prepared to do anything she asked.
"I am much older than you," said Pam. "Does that make any difference?"
"I don't think so," said Michael. "I liked what I saw and you don't seem very old to me just the opposite! I think you are beautiful." And he grabbed her hand and kissed it.
"O. K., " said Pam. "Let's have some fun. What is your name."
"Michael," he said. "What's yours?"
"Pam." she replied. "Now Michael, I want you to-kiss me."
"What, now?" he said.
"Yes," she replied, and she lay on his lap with her face looking up at him. He bent down and kissed her on the mouth. "Again," said Pam, "but this time make it a long one." He put his mouth to hers and she opened her mouth and ad her lips came in contact she thrust her tongue between his lips and down his throat.
At the first touch of her tongue he flinched and then he entered into the play with terrific force. He tongued her and pressed his opened mouth to hers for her tongue and then again he thrust his tongue down her throat. She let some spittle flow and he fairly jumped at the sensation and copied her. Their mouths emitted a sucking sound and spit was all over their faces. She at last pushed him away and gasped, "Oh.. . oh.. . oh.. . you're too strong. Oh. . . oh. . . you have taken my breath away."
He was all for some more and tried to hold her head to repeat the kissing. "Just a moment, Michael. I am not so sure you told me the truth when you said you have not done this before."
"I honestly haven't," said Michael, and I have never kissed anyone like that before. It was smashing let's do it again.' She said "Enough is as good as a feast," and went on, "let me have that drink that you got for me." She picked up the glass and began to sip it slowly. "Brandy," she said. "Get yourself one, Michael."
"I never touch the stuff," he said.
"O. K. then, tell me," she continued, "why do you like me so suddenly?"
"I have never met anyone like you before," he said.
"What do you mean by "like me'? Am I so different from anybody else?"
"I think so," he said. "You are so lovely and beautiful and you kiss like I have never done before, it stirs me."
"Stirs you," she said. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I feel I would like to hug and kiss you, and I'm afraid, I feel I would like to explore you."
'Would you now," he said. "And what do you suppose I would say to that?"
"I am sure you would like to kiss and let me make love to you," he said.
"Love me, now," she said, "you are a fast worker. Anyway what do you mean by 'love' me?"
He was now very much worked up, and this gave him the courage to say, "To undress you and to look at you, you are so beautiful. Let me look, will you?"
"What do you think I am?" said Pam. "A young man crashes into my cab, injures the cabby, walks me home for fear I might be hurt, takes me up to his flat, and before you can say Jack Robinson, he wants to seduce me."
"No. . . no. . . no. . . I feel as though I love you, you are so very beautiful, and so lovely to look at."
"You are so young Michael, you hardly know what life is all about, let alone love. What do you know about love?"
"I only know what I feel," said Michael, "and I cant help feeling that I would like to love. I promise I won't hurt you if you only let me look at you. Will you let me?"
"Young man," said Pam, "you are a very persistent lover, and I have no doubt you would be a very ardent one. Possibly you would make me feel very happy for a few minutes, but what then? In any event you get all the getting, and I get nothing."
"Don't you like me a little bit?" said Michael.
"I can't say I dislike you," said Pam. "You are a nice boy, and I could teach you to be a good lover, but what fun would that be to me?"
"I promise I would do anything you asked me to.. . anything," said Michael.
" 'Anything' covers an awful lot of territory," said Pam.
"I mean it," said Michael.
"OK," said Pam, "I will put you to the test."
"What do you want me to do?" said Michael. "I will do anything."
"First of all," said Pam, "do you know the vulgar words for all your own and my sex organs?"
"I think so," said Michael.
"Well, let's see, shall we?" said Pam.
"Why do we have to do this?" said Michael.
"Because," said Pam, "if I am going to enjoy it I want you to call everything by the vulgar name. It gives me a thrill and you will find out it will do the same to you. Now let's start, shall we? What do you say when a man and a woman are together?"
"If you mean what I think you mean, then 'Copulation', " said Michael.
"Don't you know the vulgar word for it then?" said Pam.
"I only know a word that our gardener uses sometimes at home," said Michael, "but you don't mean that, do you, Pam?" he said.
"Yes I do go on, say it," she said.
"You mean fu.. . fu.. . er.. . er.. . "
"That's it, that's it," said Pam, "go on."
"I don't like, to say it to you."
"GO ON," she said, "say it to me, say 'I would like to fuck you'. Go on Mike, say it."
So Michael took courage and looking straight at Pam he said almost in a whisper, "I would like to fuck you."
"Hooray," said Pam, "now say it again only louder, and put some feeling into it as if you mean it."
"Pam darling, I would like to fuck you. There I've said it, and I mean it. Would you like me to?"
"I'm not sure that you could," said Pam.
"What do you mean?" said Michael
"Well," said Pam, "I haven't seen it, but from what you have told me I would think you would want to give that " and she put her hand on his fly and continued "that. . . prick of yours some exercise."
"I am beginning to understand what you mean by using the proper words," said Michael. "It does make a difference, doesn't it?"
"Of course," said Pam. "Now let's go on. When a man goes with a woman he puts his.. . "
"Prick," said Michael.
"Yes," said Pam.
"Into the woman's.. . vagina," said Michael.
"No, no, no," said Pam, "that's not the word, you know what it's called don't you?"
"You mean CUNT," said Michael.
"Of course," said Pam, "into her cunt."
"And that is. . . fuck. . . fucking." said Michael.
"Good boy, good boy, at last you are getting the idea," said Pam.
"He then goes on with his prick until he reaches his.. . orgasm," said Michael. "I don't know for sure, but I believe it's called 'spunk' ".
"Yes," said Pam.
"Oh, let's give it up," said Michael, and he grabbed Pam and started to kiss her fervently using his new-found tonguing and making a meal of Pam.
Pam managed to hold him off, and said, "hold on hold on, Michael let me get some air." In the struggle Pam's dress had come right up her thighs She gave him a kiss and held his head and she kept up a quick but penetrating tonguing. It had its effect on him for his hand began to reach up her leg. She opened her legs wide and his fingers found her fanny, and he put his finger in and felt around. She broke off her kissing to say, "Umm.. . kiss. . . umm.. . umm," and with each "Umm" she lifted her fanny upwards to help his fingers in her twat.
He took his head away from her mouth and looked down at his hand on her cunt. She fell back on the divan, bent her knees and opened her cunt for him to see it all, and as he looked he began to finger her hard. She closed her eyes and moaned, "No. . . no. . . no. . . here," and she indicated the spot with her own hand and began to demonstrate how he could frig her. He brought into use his other hand to find the clitoris she had shown him and with the free hand he rubbed it.
"Not so hard, Mike, gently, gently," she muttered.
He did what she asked and she rolled her butt and body to his rhythmic frigging. He was looking at her cunt and her body. "Faster, faster, now Mike, PLEASE FASTER," and he did as she asked. Now she was riding his fingers like a madwoman on a horse and moaning with the joy of it all. "Oh.. . oh. . . ahhhhh. . . I've spunked, it was great, Mike." She wrapped her cunt round his arm making a fucking movement to finalize her feelings, grabbed his head and kissed him hard. Then she said, "Mike, that was wonderful. Did you like it too?"
He said, "I am all a glow and your cunt it beautiful between those lovely legs. It is the first time that I have been able to really look at one."
"Have another look," said Pam as she sat back and opened her legs, wide. "Do you like my cunt, Mike?"
"Yes, very much," and he looked and looked as he told her.
She stood up on the divan, and said, "Here, have a closer look," as she bent her knees round his face with her cunt right up to his eyes. He was staring at the juicy wet slit, and she said, "Kiss it, Mike. He leant forward and gave it a kiss. "Put your tongue up," she said, and he did. He began to like it, and entered into the play with vigor. He took hold of her butt, one cheek in each hand, and rammed his tongue up her cunt, pulling her butt towards his face with each ramming. She began to feel randy again and held his head as she rammed her cunt against his face and shouted, "Oh. . . oh. . . Mike, I'm going to spunk again. COME ON. . . COME ON. . . FUCK ME, FUCK. . . FUCK ME." She opened her legs as wide as she could to ram her cunt onto his face as she spunked all over him and rubbed her fanny back and forth on him to obtain the most out of the orgasm. She went on rubbing her cunt and butt on his face, spreading the juices everywhere and moaning with the utter pleasure of it, as if his nose and tongue were his prick and she was in the throes of a last good fuck. At last it finished and she pulled away, still letting Mike look at her cunt. "There you are, Mike, it was wonderful. Did you like it too?"
"Yes. . . yes. . . yes.. . it was out of this world."
Pam sat there showing Mike her cunt and he looked and looked and looked. "Well, have you had a long enough look?" she said.
"I could go on looking at it forever, he said.
"I think you have looked long enough," she said. "Where is the toilet? I am in such a sticky mess." She put her hand to feel around her cunt.
"I like watching you do that," he said.
"Oh, so you do like to watch a girl frig herself do you?"
"Frig," so that is what you call it. "Yes, I do like to see a woman play with herself."
"I can believe it judging by the way you have looked at me all this time. Where is this 'restroom' of yours?" she said.
He helped her get up off the divan, and with his arm around her waist he led her to the toilet. He was about to leave her there, when she said, "Don't go, stay with me," and she stood as usual over the pan to have a piss. He looked a little uncomfortable and she felt a little embarrassed. I'm only pissing and you have been looking at this fanny of mine all night." He watched her piss and took courage to bend down to get a better view. It was streaming out in guts all hot and steamy as Pam pressed down to make it come out in one long stream.
"I didn't know girls stood up to do that," said Mike.
"Some do, some don't," she said. "I do, it's much more cleaner and better for me," and she gave a final push to press put the last drops. "Now you can wash me," she said to him, as she pulled the plug and sat down on the bathroom stool her legs up and her cunt wide open.
He found a flannel and sponge and proceeded to gently sponge that lovely slit and dried it off with the flannel. "Clean my butt-hole also," she said, and he pushed the flannel up her butt to give it a good clean out.
"Now," said Pam, "what do you want me to do now?"
"He said stay with he tonight and let us make love."
"I can't tonight," she said, but in any case your prick would not be big enough or experienced enough for me."
"How do you know," he said. "You haven't seen it yet."
"No," said Pam, "but I have felt it."
"Have you? When?" he said.
"Oh," she said, "my hand fell on your lap and my sensitive feelings did not register any large tool."
"Well I will show you," he said, and he undid his fly and pulled out a prick.
It was not very big, and was in a state of half erection. "You see what I mean," said Pam. "It is only a little one, and my cunt would have difficulty in gripping it." His prick began to swell, and she took hold of it and led him to the lounge. She looked around for a mirror and found one on the wall.
"Take that mirror down," she said, "and put it over there opposite the divan." He did so, and they both sat down on the divan. Mike could see Pam and himself in the mirror. Pam had hold of his prick and was gently pulling the skin back from the knob. At the same time, she had pulled up her dress so that he could see her cunt, and she lifted her legs up to her chest and placed them on either side of her face. She looked at him between her legs in the mirror, and watched herself playing with his prick. He could see the lovely slit with its brownish downy hair and the small round wrinkled opening at the top of the slit, very red and moist with sex. Pam was smiling and talking to him. "Give me a moment and I will soon have this weapon of yours stiff and firm," and she rubbed her thumb over the knob, making him squirm with the pleasure of it. "Are you enjoying having me play with your prick and showing you my wide open cunt?" she said.
"It's wonderful," he said, "I don't want it to stop, ever. What a lovely girl you are, Pam, will you stay with me tonight, and let me fuck you?"
"I am not a girl," she said, "I am a woman and I can't stay with you tonight. I'll tell you what I will do. Before I go tonight I will 'gam' you."
"Gam me?" he said, "what's that?"
"You are a tenderfoot, aren't you?" she said. " 'Gam means to make you spunk by sucking you off."
His prick jerked in her hand and she pulled the skin hard down so that the ligament on the knob was stretched till it hurt, and the prick got as hard as a stick of rock.
"Stand up," she said "and put that mirror on that chair." He did so. "Now stand sideways to that mirror." He did and he could see his prick sticking out of his fly like a pole. "Now let your trousers down," she said. He did, and then he could see his balls hanging from his prick. Pam knelt down on the floor with her butt towards the mirror, and she lifted her dress back so that he had a terrific view of her cunt wide open and like a gash from the back with her butt hole clear to his vision.
His prick jerked at the sight. She turned her head to his prick and began to lick it with her tongue. The sensation was making him push his prick towards her and he watched her licking his weapon in the mirror. He saw her hold his prick in her right hand and gently pull the skin back as her tongue searched around and inside the foreskin. He began to jerk in a fucking motion. "Steady, steady," she said. "You must be patient."
"Now she put the whole of the prick in her mouth and began a backward and forward motion using her tongue every now and again to lick up and down the length of the prick. When she put it in her mouth, she sucked it like a lollypop and took time to slowly pull her head away allowing her mouth to grip the shaft until the prick popped out of her mouth, when it finally reached the knob. She repeated this process and used a lot of spittle to slobber all over the tool.
Now she began to increase the motion and at the same time she put her hands behind her and opened her butt cheeks, so that Mike could see her cunt wide open and all juicy.
He began to jerk faster and faster as her mouth worked up and down his prick. Suddenly he shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming. . . mind. . . or you will get it in your mouth."
"Uramm. . . ummm.. . " she said and waved her hand from side to side indicating for him to leave it in her mouth. Pam could feel his prick throbbing to the final climax and as she felt him coming she opened her mouth wide so that Mike could see his stream of spunk squirt into her mouth. She caught some on her tongue and she showed it to him and gently licked the last of his spunk from the top of his prick. She closed her mouth uttering a noise of satisfaction, "Umm.. . umm.. . lovely, lovely," and she felt his prick whilst she licked it clean. His knees were bent, his head back and his eyes half closed with the throes of his last orgasm.
He flopped down on the divan holding his prick with both hands and saying "God, oh God, what a sensation! Pam, Pam, you are the most wonderful woman I have ever known. Please don't leave me, stay with me, let me love you, let me keep you here. Oh God Pam, I must have you," and he lifted her up and kissed her finding his spunk in her mouth, tonguing it again and again. "Let me fuck you Pam, go on, let me fuck you," he said, and he tried to pull her on his prick.
"No. . . no.. . no," said Pam, "Not tonight, perhaps another time. I'm all spunked out anyway, and so are you, look at him," she said, as she played with his deflated prick, which was dribbling down his legs. She got up and went into the bathroom and washed out her mouth, did another little piss, dried herself and returned to see Mike lying back on the divan with his head right back, eyes closed, his prick still flopped out.
"Come on Michael I will have to go now so dress yourself and let me out."
He pulled her to him and said. "You will come again won't you Pam? Promise."
"I can't promise." said Pam. I may be gone away or all sorts of things may happen so that I could not keep my promise. Come on, let me go."
"Oh, all right," he said, "but you will give me your telephone number, won't you."
"My telephone number is unlisted and I never give it to anyone. If you really wanted me very badly you could wire or write to me through my Monomark address. I'll give it to you presently, when you have dressed and are showing me out."
He persisted in his pleas for Pam to see him again.
Pam said, "I'll tell you what I will do. Sometimes I have a party and I invite people along who like what we have done tonight. Would you like to come along? I will find a nice young girl of your own age for you to have fun with."
"That sounds absolutely smashing," paid Mike, "but I hope you will be there too."
"Yes," Pam added, ".so that's settled. Now let me go."
He got up. dressed himself, and let Pam out kissing her fervently on the doorstep and saying, "It has been the most wonderful evening of my life. I shall never forget you."
"Goodbye," Pam said. "I will see you at one of my parties. Bye-bye, Michael." And she was gone.
Needless to say Michael went back into the flat and spent the rest of the night with closed eyes imagining Pam as he had seen her and what they had done. During that time he wanked himself to sleep and stayed in bed until midday. It could be reckoned he would not be fit enough to play his rugby and so no doubt he would not be selected for the team. And so ends the Michael interlude for the time being.
SEVEN
Pam was looking at Monica's lush body. Monica was her personal maid. Pam gave her a drink and they talked. It did not take along before they were kissing one another and kissing again and hands were doing things they should not have been doing.
"Oh ma'am.. . oh ma'am," said Monica as she nuzzled Pam's ear with her lips, and pressed her body up against Pam's. "Oh.. . oh.. . " Pam led her into the bedroom and Monica did not protest. Pam lifted her on to the bed and lay down beside her. Monica's hands were all over Pam and she was kissing Pam's body and finally she crossed her legs over Pam's thigh and began to jack off herself against Pam faster and faster, saying, "Oh.. . oh.. . ma'am." Pam fondled her butt and this stimulated into greater jerks. All of a sudden she jumped up, put her legs over Pam's face and began to jack off against Pam's mouth at the same time she gammed Pam. Pam entered into the fun and tongued Monica's cunt, licking her arse hole in between times. Monica could not get Pam's cunt open enough. She was pulling it open to get her nose and mouth right up, and she was jacking off like mad.
Suddenly without warning Monica stopped her gamming and half sat up on Pam's face with her head back. She gave several hard jerks on Pam's face, opening her legs to get right down on Pam, gasping, "I'm coming, I'm coming, oh. . . ugh. . . ugh. . . Ahhhhhhh. . . Ahhhhh. . . Oh at last," and she collapsed on to the bed with her legs wide open on her back groaning with the orgasm.
Pam got and went into the bathroom and washed herself. On returning she found that Monica had recovered and was sitting on the edge of the bed. As Pam entered she said to Monica, "Do you feel better now?"
"Yes indeed I do, ma'am. . . but what do you think of me, ma'am?"
Pam said, "I have suspected that you were a sexy bitch and I was right. I did not think for one moment that you were a lesbian. It is probably why your boyfriend has left you. You probably enjoy yourself with your girlfriend more than you do with your boyfriend.
"We both of us know where we stand now, don't we Monica? You know that I like a little fun, and I know you prefer a woman. The only difference is that I like men more than women and I suspect you prefer the double-ended phallus don't you?"
"Yes ma'am. . . ever since my boy began to masturbate me I used to tell my girlfriend about it when I got back to our flat, and she wanted me to frig her and that's how it all started."
"Well my girl, we can now relax and enjoy one another a little occasionally, but what is more you will have to do what you are told or it's the ticket for you. Now in that drawer over there is a box.
Fetch it to me." Pam indicated a drawer in the wardrobe and Monica fetched the box.
"Now," said Pam as she opened it with a key she got from her bag. From the box took a perfect imitation of a man's prick. It was about twelve inches long with a lovely hard knob, and balls hanging down. It had straps to enable it to be worn by the user. Pam explained to Monica that the balls were squeezed to suck up warm milk and squeezed again when the woman reached her climax," and Pam said "the feeling is even better than a man spunking up you."
Next she took out a gadget which was a double-ended prick with a knob on each end so that both women could have the prick up their cunts for a good fuck. Next she took out several expandable rings which she explained were rolled on a mans prick to make it stiffer and firmer. Pam said when the rings were on a prick the prick became like a stick of rock and grew longer than a normal erection. Pam said, "That's all for the moment, but you are at liberty to use these things provided you tell me so that I can come along and watch the proceedings." Pam continued, "From now on we are much more intimate with one another. For instance I will want you to dispense with panties and bra and sometimes I will want you to attend to me whilst you are naked, and perhaps with my boyfriends also. Are you agreed to this Monica?"
"Yes. . . yes. . . indeed I would love it, ma'am.. . anything at all. In fact I would not mind being your slave to satisfy your every wish or that of your friends.
"Good," said Pam. "I will reward you with more money, but the moment you step out of line I will discharge you, is that clear?"
"Never fear," said Monica, "I am not likely to jeopardize a job where I can have my fucks and get paid for it."
"Well, that's settled them," said Pam. "Now I will do a piss and shit and then get dressed. You will come with me and wipe and clean me. "She went to the toilet whilst Monica watched and then wiped her arse hole like a woman cleaning a delicate piece of china.
We must forget that Pam was a very well educated young lady, with impeccable manners in public, but when in circumstances like those just described she reveled in being the opposite and became vulgar and obscene. It gave her a great thrill.
EIGHT
Pamela had her breakfast, a very late breakfast, and sat back to read the morning paper.
She read all the latest scandal with which the papers were full, and reading all this mud slinging she could not help thinking how hypocritical the general public is. They do one thing and put on a front for public vision. All men obviously looked for adventure and all women looked for romance. Why then should they try to hide the form that these desires took?
Men wanted women, women wanted men. Some men had the desire more than others and the same went for women. It was evident, thought Pam, that women all felt like her but not all of them were so frank and sincere when the chance came along. Just look at all the girls screaming for it to their pop idols, and the lengths they went to in order to satisfy their own desires by dancing as if they were rubbing their fannies on a man's tool even if he stood at a distance. The short skirts and brief panties or none at all. The so-called bras which pushed up the breasts and made the nipples visible through a thin dress. False lashes and exaggerated makeup. All these things drew a man like a bee
"Law and order, whatever that may be, whilst partaking of these things at the same time vised its power to make people believe that they do not enjoy or want sex. "Ah well," said Pam to herself, "I will have to go along with the herd in order to keep out of trouble, and have my men in secret or by subterfuge."
Having cogitated over the daily paper she turned to the classified adverts, and learned from these that several people were advertising for domestic servants. The adverts led her to believe that the advertiser was looking for either a man or a woman to fill an urgent need which they could not get by normal means. Some might even be frauds, setting themselves up in a residence with the specific idea of getting a man to satisfy them. If it was not so, nevertheless it could be a good idea thought Pam.
She decided to experiment with the plan. She got a pencil and paper and began to compose an advert and read the others for guidance.
"Wanted: a young domestic trainee, age about 19. Willing to work spinters. No restrictions with plenty of free time. Applicants must be prepared to undergo a searching interview. Write enclosing a photo if possible to P.A.M., Box 69."
This, she decided, would be the advert and she called for her chauffeur and the car to be ready to take her to Fleet Street immediately. She personally delivered the advert and was assured it would be in the next day's issue. She then went to an estate office in Mayfair and giving a false name she made inquires about a residential flat. There were several offered but when she explained that she wanted it for a very short let they said this could only be done if the rent was increased. The lease was prepared and she signed and paid in cash the required deposit.
Next she obtained the necessary keys and having dismiss Mark, she walked around the place. It was on the floor of a row of shops in North Street. Quite a second respectable area. She returned to the estate office and said it would suit her and asked for it to be cleaned and prepared for her to take residence the next day. In the meantime she advised them she would send her maid Monica to be in residence with orders to be responsible on her behalf.
Next she telephoned the newspaper and told them she would collect the replies the next morning.
"All was set except for one thing; she wanted to arrange the interviewing room and also warn Monica that she might be called upon to participate. The rest of the day she spent in reading and resting, eager for the next day to arrive.
She went along to collect the replies and found that there were three, and the newspaper official said there would probably be more later that day and the next. Armed with the letters she went along to the new flat. Monica opened the door. "Good morning, Monica," she said, "have you found everything to be satisfactory."
"Yes Ma'am," she said, "but would you please tell me how you want the lounge arranged?"
"Oh yes," said Pam, "let's do that now." It was a long narrow room with several comfortable chairs and a large wide divan. There was a tall mirror on a swivel stand which could be wheeled around. The bathroom had a low bath at floor level. There was a large bedroom, a kitchen and entrance hall.
Pam gave Monica her instructions. "I would like you, Monica, to show the applicants in and seat them in that chair there." She pointed to one of the big club chairs. "The mirror I want at the foot of the divan. My chair will be this one," and she indicated another club chair, "and I want you to place it right opposite the one in which the applicant will sit. When they come I will be in the bedroom and I want you to try and pump them before you come in to tell me.
"You will not wear your bra or your panties Monica, and if you can I would like you to give them a glimpse of your charms. Can you manage that?"
"Yes, I would like that," said Monica.
"Find out their outlook if you can, Monica."
"Yes ma'am. . . leave it to me."
"Another thing, Monica, I want you to be on hand quickly if necessary."
"Yes ma'am. . . I understand," said Monica.
"Oh yes," said Pam, "just to wet their appetite I will leave some nudist a few legitimate magazines. You will be able to observe whether they sort out the spicy ones, and tell me."
"Yes ma'am."
"Right, that's all, Monica. I will now read my letters and pick one of them or more for the first interview." Pamela opened the first letter. It was written in a bold handwriting on a crested paper. This applicant was in a post which he wanted to leave. The explanation he would give if given an interview. The note paper was that of the household at which he was employed, which was in the country in Somerset. He was 19 and five feet four, well built and dark haired. He had four years experience as a pantry boy and wanted to become a butler. Pam looked at the photo; it was taken in the sunshine at a sea resort. The sea was in the background. He was quite good looking.
The second was a brief letter giving no personal particulars which would be given at the interview. He had no experience, having decided to get a job which would enable him to continue his studies in London. The letter did not enclose a photo, but said he was 21 and came from Coventry.
The third was obviously a circular letter written by the applicant to end perhaps to a number of advertisers. His age was 20, four years' experience, living in Lincolnshire and employed by a gentleman farmer. The photo was of a short man with a shifty looking face and the photo was posed.
Pam replied to the first two and gave time and date for an interview. The third she wrote and declined. The rest of the day she spent reading the situations vacant column and other adverts for something interesting to show itself. Later she felt she would like some stimulation and decided to go out and see if she could find diversion around the West End, just to pass the time.
She prepared herself for the fun. The dress she put on was a two-piece with a very short skirt. No panties and no bra. The top to the dress was a fold-over type which allowed her tits to be seen if she leaned forward. She put on her very dark glasses; these enabled her to see but hid her eyes.
She told Monica to go along to the newspaper later on to collect any further mail and off she went.
Arriving in the street she found the sun shining and decided to walk through the park to Knightsbridge to Garrods.
Already she was a source of attraction as she minced along with that model's walk, one foot immediately in front of the other, which made the cheeks of her butt bounce up and down tender her tight short skirt. She crossed over into the park and wandered through the trees. There were lots of people in the park, some sitting on seats or chairs. Others were reclining on the grass. Some couples, completely oblivious to others, were necking as near to fucking as made no difference. Pam strolled towards the center of the park and stumbled on one couple in a little corner of a railed-off section. The girl was underneath the man and as Pam walked by she caught a glimpse of the girl's hand in the man's fly, jacking off him. He had his hand under her body and she could see it was inside the waistband of the girl's skirt. No doubt he had his finger up her cunt from behind.
Pam thought she would linger and see what she could see. She continued to stroll round the corner, but picked up a deckchair and returned as though she could not see the couple. She put the chair with its back to the couple and sat down, took out her mirror from her handbag and opened her newspaper, put the mirror in the fold of the newspaper and held it so that she could get a good view. The girl was now sitting up as was the man. They were facing one another. The girl had one leg on either side of the man's extended leg. Her knees were bent up. The man had no shoes or socks on and he was pushing around the girl's cunt. Pam could see it disappear up the girl's cunt and then move around the lips. The girl's cunt was covered in jet black hair which went up over her belly and somewhere down around her arse hole which was also clear to Pam. The girl had her hand under her butt and was sticking her finger up her own arse hole. Pam looked at her face and could see the girl was "gone." her head was going back and every now and again she could not stop herself from giving a jerk of ecstasy. Pam continued to watch and she could see that the man had his mouth wide open and that his prick and balls were visible to the girl.
Suddenly the girl gave a gasp which Pam heard and she could see the words on the girl's lips. "I'm coming, I'm coming." The girl fell forward and grabbed his prick and pulled it out. It was as stiff as a pole and Pam found her own cunt getting wet. She pulled the deckchair round to face the couple and looked at them over the top of the paper. The man's prick was being wanked at a tremendous rate by the girl, who was looking at it. The man looked up at Pam and Pam had opened her legs. He could see her cunt and the immediate result was a request to the girl to go faster, faster. Pam could read the words on his lips. The girl looked up and saw Pam's cunt and she too got randy for she wanked even faster and continued to look at Pam's cunt. The man suddenly jerked and Pam saw the spunk jet out ol his prick, as the girl finished him off. He put his head so that her fanny must have rubbed his face as she stepped over him.
The fun was over and Pam released with the pleasant feeling around her pussy. It was wet with the excitement of the jacking off she had just witnessed. The couple had gone and her mind dwelt on the prick she had seen. Thinking of it caused her to exude sex juice. It was nice to be able to thrill at one's thoughts of pricks and cunts. She had seen many pricks but never tired at looking at more or for that matter watching the effect of her own charms on a man, her favorite pastime. She put her hand down her skirt discreetly to feel her own fanny and for a moment played with her herself as she thought of the scene she had just overlooked.
Ah well, it was over. She thought, "I may be lucky again," as she got up and continued her stroll through the park. The lake came into view, and she meandered towards it, seeing plenty of opportunities to stop and spy on couples necking, but she wanted a change. Perhaps if she went on something would come up, it usually did in such a public place.
She came to the lake's edge and decided to sit on a chair which with others in a long line were placed almost in the water.
There were lots of boats on the lake, some sailing and some rowing dinghies and skiffs. The skiffs had sliding seats and were mostly being rowed by youngsters, whilst the dinghies being more sedate were occupied by the more advanced in age. Presently she noticed that several of these craft were hanging about in front of the long line of chairs and it suddenly dawned on Pam that the men had a good view of the ladies' legs from the boat as they rowed by. She now saw that they turned back and rowed past her and other girls that were seated nearby. She had no panties on and of course the men could see quite a lot of thigh. The youngsters rowed by, turned and rowed by again, but one boat hovered immediately in front of her. The man in the boat was, she thought, about thirty and he had maneuvered the boat so that he could back paddle quietly, facing Pam, and get a complete view right up her legs and he apparently did not mind Pam seeing him being so blatant about it.
Pam thought, "I might as well get some fun out of this," she discreetly eased forward on the seat and a little bit at a time she gave him more to 'ook at. The effect on him was electric. His hand went into his pocket an he was clearly playing with his tool. Pam smiled. and opened her legs just a little bit more. He came closer until he was only about ten feet away, and Pam could see his hand in his pocket jacking off way.
He spoke to her in a very cultured voice and said, "Forgive me, but am I offending you?"
"What do you mean?" said Pam.
"Well, this," said he, giving himself an obvious jack off.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"I am returning the compliment," he said.
"And what does that mean?"
"Well," he said, "I know your hair is authentic brown and not from your head."
"Oh," said Pam as she leaned forward slightly to look up her own legs, "can you really see anything?"
"I can see everything," he replied, "and I like what I can see."
"You do?"
"Yes," she said, "I do."
"I haven't seem much," said Pam.
"That is soon remedied," he said, and he undid his fly and pulled out his prick. It stood up stiff and hard and the sun shone on the moist red knob. He continued to pull his foreskin up and down the rod as he watched Pam's cunt, now only the boat's length away.
"Careful," said Pam, "or these other people will see you."
"Oh. . . they can't," he said. "I am on their blind side and besides I am well down in the boat. The thing is, are you enjoying it?"
"In a way," said Pam, and she continued, "how often do you do this sort of thing?"
He replied, "The chance never comes my way, but seeing you stirred me up so, much I snatched the opportunity."
"Well now," said Pam excitedly, "what do you want to do no?"
"Open your legs just a little bit more and if you can work your muscles in your cunt at me as I jack off."
Pam now had both feet on the ground and her legs wide apart. She put pressure on her cunt muscles and lifted herself in his direction.
"Marvelous," he muttered. "I can actually see your clitoris and your cunt is opening and shutting very slightly. All this as he increased his jacking off. The knob was being covered by the foreskin and uncovered at a terrific rate, and he pulled the skin down tight so that the tendon on the knob fairly stretched to make two sections of the prick top appear to be about to split. The prick was enormous now. Pam could not remember seeing such a phallus. She could also see the balls which hung down quite six inches. They were huge like two big duck eggs.
As he wanked the skin over the balls lifted them up and down and they bumped against the seat of the boat. Pam was now oozing lots of juice and he was fast reaching a climax. At last his eyes went glassy and he rolled his head as he gave the last desperate wanks. His whole body now joined in the jerks.
Pam put her hand down her skirt and began to jack off herself. The sight of her jacking off sent him into a frenzy. With a groan he shot a huge steamy jet of spunk over the side of the boat into the water and it floated away to gently sink out of sight. Meantime with a last few playful wanks he put his prick away, and did up his fly.
Pam was still jacking off to the final ecstasy and he could see she wanted to come, so he said, "Come on, come on, faster, now come! Fuck, fuck, fuck take my prick right up your cunt, come on, fuck hard."
Pam jerked and spunked and he could see the juice run out of her slit and down her legs, as her fingers played with the spunk around the lips of her pussy and in her hair on her belly. She sat back and momentarily relaxed, and said to him, "Thank you, that was very nice. I suppose it must have been the unusual circumstances which made me so randy, and the sight of that huge prick of yours."
"I must agree it is big but then it has had lots of stimulation."
"Do you jack off a lot?" said Pam.
"Oh yes, every day," he said, "somewhere or other, but it's not often that I get a chance to do it in front of a lady."
"You prefer to toss yourself off," she asked.
"Yes," he said, "I do. I can then control the climax, and cunts are very overrated, I think," he said.
"You mean you prefer to watch?"
"Oh yes," he said, "anytime I prefer to watch or to give an exhibition."
"You are a man after my own heart," she said, "but nevertheless I like good solid hard stiff prick up me sometimes."
"Of course," he said, I too like a nice tight gripping muscled cunt now and again."
"Do you like mine?" she asked.
"I will be quite frank with you," he said. "Your cunt is beautiful, probably the most lovely cunt I have ever seen, and you are so very young too, but I like a cunt with a sex grip which holds my prick so tightly it is difficult to get it out again."
"How do you know that mine is not like that?"
"I don't," he said, "until I have my prick up you."
"We must give it a trial then."
"When?"
"Not today," said Pam. "I have an appointment which cannot be cancelled."
"O. K., " he said, hanging her his card over the side of the boat. "Do me one last favor," he said.
"Yes," she replied.
"Open your legs put your fingers up your cunt like you did before and let me kiss your hand and get the taste of you."
"She put her hand down her skirt and opened her legs so that he could see her fiddle around her cunt, then she withdrew her hand and he took it and kissed it and licked it before letting it go."
"You taste very sexy to me," he said, "and I would like to really have a suck of your cunt."
"I would like that" she said, "and I too would like to lick your prick and balls."
"Well, au revoir," he said. "A tout a Pheure."
"And she replied, "Bien fucking and bon gamming. I will telephone you sometime."
He pulled away, and rowed out of sight waving every now and again.
Pam looked at the card and read:
"A. E. MILER
The Filds
Gunners Lane
Burton Le Strange
Bucks.
Director, A. E. Miller & Co.
Engineering consultants."
"He looks like his profession, rugged and down to earth. Judging from the size of his prick I would think he is an exceptionally strong man," she mused. "He would probably fuck like a stallion, my, my what a prick!"
NINE
Pam continued her walk around the lake towards Knightsbridge and her thoughts lingered on the events of the last two hours.
This sort of thing was going on all the time every where. Men and women were stealing thrills from each other, thrills which were frowned upon by a stupid bigoted few, who had the power to make rules and regulations to cover up their own clandestine obscene orgies. Yes, make no mistake, all those in high places were men and women too, and they too enjoyed fucking and gamming and sucking and all the so-called obscene things, but they, for some obscure reason, wished to be thought to be pure and having no vices. How much more were they wicked than those who openly and unreservedly enjoyed sex instead of hiding it as though it did not exist. If one gave the matter any thought at all man and woman are animals, perhaps with brains, but the primary instinct was to fuck and fuck again, but to temper fucking with all the frills and thrills of introductory and stimulating functions so that the final fuck will be so marvelously wonderful. So why, oh why can we not all be allowed legally to stimulate each other at every opportunity in order to enjoy the utmost rapture when each of us finally reaches the act of the fuck. Just think how wonderful it would be if one could admire a beautiful woman in public and show one's appreciation by walking in front of her because of such beauty. How much more would it be wonderful if she in turn accepted the appreciation by herself returning the compliment if she felt like it and wanked back.
"Yes, yes," thought Pam. "All this is logically right, but there are so many obstacles to such a reform it would be impossible for any one person to attempt to push the theory. It will eventually come to it anyway. There are signs aH round that it is on the way," thought Pam, "and I will do my best to hasten it, and get the real raw taste of life in the process." With this profound conclusion she went on her way as a crusader for sex.
Pam was feeling very pleased with herself. She was very beautiful, and had all the physical makeup of an attractive female. Furthermore she liked to display her charms and what is more use them, not particularly for her own benefit but to share them with others and so get the most of her abilities. As you know she had other talents, hypnotism and the use of a hypnotic gas, but so far she had rarely had to use them. Her own charms had been sufficient. "There are so many fields of discovery," she thought, "and I should venture out a little more amongst the so-called proper people and show them up for what they are. I must pick on some well known character and seduce him."
She thought of the many famous men, film stars, pop stars, political men, actors and so on whom she would like to undress and have a look at their pricks and learn how they acted in their secret sex life. Yes, she thought it would be a good line to follow. Who could she pick on? And so walking through the park she built up a plan of campaign in which she revealed the pricks of all these famous men. The thought made her thrill up and down her spine and she could feel the juice again round her pussy.
By this time she had reached the exit to the park in Knightsbridge, and crossed over into Brompton Road to get to Garrods.
She wanted to buy a new outfit, one of the short skirt variety with a top to match, and one that would fetch the men. She made her way to the department which had these things and looked at several shown to her. Selecting one she made her way to the changing room to try it on.
As we know she had nothing on under her dress. No bra, no panties, no stockings. When she had taken her own dress off she was naked, revealed in all her charm, and she admired herself in the mirrors around the place. She lifted her legs on to a chair to admire her fanny and opened it a little to expose the clitoris. Just at this moment she heard a slight noise from behind the partition on which the mirror was fastened, and she noticed a hole in the partition just under the bottom edge of the mirror.
She bent down and looked through the hole and saw it revealed a small storeroom with boxes on shelves around the store. A man was standing in front of the mirror with his prick out jacking off away like mad, jerking at his own reflection in the mirror and frantically pulling his foreskin up and down the long raw red stiff weapon. Just at that moment he stopped and looked towards the mirror and bent down with the obvious intent of looking at Pam through the hole.
Pam withdrew quickly and assumed her pose in front of the mirror. She could now see the eye at the hole. She turned round and bent over, put each hand behind her and pulled open the cheeks of her butt, so that the watcher could have a wonderful view of a cunt pulled wide open and an butt-hole stretched just above it. Pam looked at the hole and saw the eye vanish. She quickly herself bent down and saw the man back again in front of the mirror frigging himself in tremendous fashion, heaving himself as he wanked. The prick she saw was long and thin with a peculiar long narrow red knob. The whole prick flashed about with his energetic jacking off and spunk was splattering in small dabs. Suddenly he came and the spunk shot out over the mirror in which he was looking.
The balls under the prick were unlike any Pam had ever seen. They were long saggy bags and hung down a long way. In fact the whole prick was most unusual. Pam thought, "If it was up me it would probably bend inside and start to come out again."
The man put his prick away and wiped the spunk from the mirror, turned and left the storeroom. Pam redressed and came out of the changing room. She looked towards the storeroom behind the mirror and noticed there was a wall, probably a thin boarded wall, separating this department from another which must be on the other side.
Having made her purchase she wandered through an open doorway into the department on the other side of the wall. It was the book department.
She strolled into the corner where the storeroom should be and saw the entrance to the room behind a tall shelf of books.
Still wandering round she found her man. He was sitting at a small table in the department ostensibly doing some clerical work. She walked up to him. He looked up at her and she saw his face clearly light up with interest and assume that usual male look in which the man takes off all the females clothes. She smiled. He got up front the desk and said, "Is there anything I can do, ma'am?"
"Yes indeed there is," she replied and she leaned forward to put her bag on the table and in so doing revealed her breasts to his eager gaze. She opened her bag and pretended to look at a note. "Ah yes, it is a book on the subject of sex, but with particular reference to masturbation and exhibitionism. Have you such a book?"
He pretended to look a little shocked and said, "I'm afraid we do not keep that type of book unless you refer to the more technical, medical, professional volumes of which we may have a copy."
Pam said, "I was thinking of purchasing it in order to learn more about that sort of thing so that I could understand the man I have just seen doing it."
"I beg your pardon, Madam, I cannot listen to you on such a subject."
"Oh yes you will," said Pam, " and what it more you will give me satisfaction. After all it is only fair you had your reward from me. I look to you to return the compliment."
"What do you mean?" he said.
"You know very well what I mean," she said, "Please come with me and I will show you. She walked towards the storeroom and beckoned him to follow. He did so with reluctance. She paused by the door waited for him to lead the way. He gave a quick look round and opened the door, holding it for Pam to enter. Inside he took a key from his pocket and locked the door.
"Now," said Pam, "perhaps there is another lady next door," and she pointed to the hole in the wall.
He said, "What are you going to do?"
"First I want to see your prick again," she said. "Sit down on that chair." He did so. Now she said, "Let's have a closer look at this unusual weapon." She bent down, undid his fly from top to bottom, pulled it open and took out his prick. She sat down on the floor and examined it, pulling the skin back from the knob. It was most odd; although the phallus was getting stiff it was very thin and pliable. The balls seemed to be all skin and hung down a long way. The balls themselves felt like peas. The knob was long and pointed and thin.
She opened the slit on the very top of the prick. The slit was much smaller than any she had seen. She sucked it and licked it. It responded to her play but still remained pliable. The taste was sour and she did not like it. She got up and opened' her legs over his prick and guided it into her cunt. His prick got longer and a little stiffer as she sat down on it. It was a most peculiar feeling, like a long pencil being pushed up. Most unsatisfactory.
She made some attempt at stimulating the rod by feeling the pea-like balls. The thin prick seemed to get hot and she realized it was a feeling like a needle. The man was now jerking her up and she tried to grip the thing but it was no use. It just went in and out without any effect on her, but obviously the man was getting some satisfaction.
She got off his lap and looked round. The prick was now covered in her own juice and the man had grabbed it and was jacking off away. She was still curious to see him spunk and so she gave him an exhibition by leaning over backwards and opening her cunt, then changed her position by lifting her legs high and pulling the cheeks of her butt open. Then she bent over and looked through her legs whilst pulling the lips of her vagina wide. At last he gave signs of coming and she got up to watch the final stages. His hand was going up and down like a piston over the rod and the skin was fairly flying over the tiny knob.
Suddenly he groaned and she put her hand on the end of the knob as he spunked. It shot into her hand and it was like thin cream, very pale. She had never seen spunk like it. She tasted it with the tip of her tongue. It was sour and not sweet like other spunk she had swallowed.
She said to him, "Yours is a most unusual prick and balls and your spunk is like water. Are you married?
He said, "Yes, but I could never get satisfaction from my wife and she left me because she said she could not bring on an orgasm. The doctor says my spunk is useless. In fact he said I would never get an orgasm, but he is wrong, I do, even if it is only by jacking off. There is just one thing though -I cannot myself get an orgasm without stimulation, and that is why I made that hole to watch the ladies' changing room."
Pam said, "There are a good many men who would like to have your hole and not because they need stimulation either. However I can sympathize with you. What is your name?"
He told her and gave her his telephone number.
She said, "Perhaps if I hold a party I may invite you as phenomenon for the girls to play with."
"I would like that," he said.
"O.K." she said, "now I must go. But remember I may come back here some day for another suit of clothes, and if I do I may demand another session for my benefit, not yours."
"Very well ma'am," he said, "I would be more than willing." He cleaned her hands for her and opened the door, looked round and signalled for her to come out, and then with a smile exchanged they parted.
Pam took the lift to the ground floor and went out into the street. She took a taxi back to her new temporary flat.
Monica had returned with some more replies to her advertisements and she settled down to read them. There were a dozen. She sorted out those which did not appeal to her and told Monica to reply to them and turn down the applicants. There were two she studied again. The first was from a young man who had been in service with a film star. She had taken him on during a film she had made in which the young man had a part as a strong man. Apparently he had been interested in weight lifting and muscle building whilst working as a film extra. The film star had liked him, because of his strength, to serve her as bodyguard and general servant. His letter said that he hoped he had read the advert correctly and that he offered no restrictions and could give any service. The letter finished by emphasizing that he was well built.
Pam gathered that this one wanted to "serve" in the same sense that she wanted to be served, and so she wrote and made an appointment.
The second of her selections was a little unusual. It was from an ex-Navy lieutenant who had been dismissed from the service, so the letter said, for having got him self into trouble with the admirals daughters, when he was serving as a midshipman. His people had disowned him and stopped his allowance and other income. Since that time he had been in and out of domestic service as a valet, butler, kitchen hand, under butler, etc., etc. The letter finished by standing that the writer had never had the "luck" to be employed by a young spinter and he hoped he might be suited for the post. Pam liked the idea of a young man to serve her but she was a little puzzled by the fact that she had not stated that she was young in her advertisement. She decided to make an appointment and to put the question as to why the "young."
TEN
Two days later the first of the applicants for the post of domestic was due to arrive. Pam waited in expectancy.
Monica had prepared the reception room and had placed some questionable books on the table next to the chair in which the applicants would be seated. She had dressed herself in her most revealing maid's outfit. No bra and no panties. Madame's seat was placed immediately opposite the applicants' seat. The mirror on its moveable pedestal had been conveniently placed at the foot of the divan. All was set.
The first applicant duly arrived and was shown into the reception room and seated in the chair. Monica told him that Madame was not quite ready and that she would advise her of his arrival. Monica fussed around and gave him an opportunity to view her legs and thighs as she bent down adjusting the cushions. She also bent forward and gave him a look at her tits as she handed him a book from the table. She eyed him for his reaction and noticed he turned his head whenever he had the chance to get a good look.
Monica left him to go to Pam. Monica told Pam that she had seen and added that in her opinion he was not what she wanted. They both went and had a sly look at him through the small window into the room and noticed he had not touched the books and was sitting up stiff and straight waiting. "I think you are right," Pam said, "but we must go through with it."
Pam walked into the room and said," Good morning, Mr. Lloyd, isn't it."
"Yes," he said.
"Sit down," said Pam, he having risen to greet her. He sat down and Pam sat down opposite him, giving him a good view of her thighs. He looked and raised his eyes quickly. "Now tell me something about yourself," she said as she opened her legs a little more so that he could if he wished see some of the hairs round her twat. He flashed a look down and up again quickly, obviously embarrassed. Pam thought, "Oh oh, he is not for me." She let him go on.
Apparently he was very ambitions for the post of butler in a good house. He made no bones about is and said he did not think that this was what he wanted. Meantime Pam had given full view of her cunt to him and he had clearly avoided looking and at last it had the effect of making him put his hand into his pocket and hold his prick and turn sideways to hide his discomfort. "Well," said Pam, "it does not seem as though you are interested." He said, "No, can I use your toilet?"
"Of course," she said, and rang for Monica who led him out after goodbyes to Pam. Monica took him to the toilet and watched him through her spy hole. He had got the horn and was having difficulty in pissing. However at last it came in fits and starts and with a shaky nervous movement he put his prick away and came out to say goodbye and leave.
So much for a very disappointment start, thought both Pam and Monica. The next applicant was due later. Pam made herself a drink and passed the time in looking at some books until the next arrival.
The same routine. Monica showed him in and gave him a chance to show his feelings. This one got into conversation with Monica, pumping her as to what Madame was like, and took full advantages of Monica's display of her thighs and tits. He followed her every move and she caught him leaning down to get a better look up her legs as she bent forward.
Monica left and went to Pam. This one, she said would be keen on looking anyway, and they went and had a peek at him trough the window. He had searched through the books and had picked one of them and was lapping up the picture of nude women. Pam said, "Go back and soften him up, give some excuse for my delay."
Monica went back in and said, "Madame is just finishing her toilet, you caught her unawares."
He replied, "Perhaps it would have been my luck if I had." Monica laughed and bent over to adjust the cushions deliberately with legs apart. He bent forward and stared up her legs. He said, "I think I would very much like to work here."
"You would, would you," said Monica "Why?"
"Well, for one thing," he said, I like the looks of you."
"You're cheeky," she said, standing over him and playfully tapping his cheek.
He put his arm up and round her waist and pulled her towards him. "I could give you a good time anyway," he said and started to feel her legs with the other hand, which began to reach up her legs with the other hand, which began to reach up her legs towards her thigh.
"Stop that," she said. "Madame may come in at any moment, and she might be jealous."
"What, is she like that?" he asked.
"Well, she could be if she felt like it," Monica said.
At that moment Pam made her entrance and introduced herself and sat down, giving a little display of her legs. She called his attention to the book he had on his lap and said, "Do you like that book?"
He was taken by surprise and said, "Oh. . .oh.. . what, this?" holding the book up. "Why yes," he said. "I have seen better."
"Yes," he said.
"Better?" said Pam.
"In what way?" said Pam.
"Well," he said, "pictures which are more revealing."
"Oh yes!" said Pam, and she opened her legs giving him a view of her thighs so that he wanted to see more. This was obvious by the way he fidgeted in order to get into a better position.
Pam leaned forward so that her tits hung down inside her dress and he could see the beautiful red pointed nipples. "Pass those cigarettes please," she said, pointing to the holder on the table beside him. He picked it up and got up to come over to Pam and hand her the cigarettes and she asked for a light. He felt in his pocket and bent down to give her a light. His eyes were on her tits and so his hand was not controlling the light in the right spot for the cigarette. Pam said, "What are you doing?" and held his hand to guide it to the cigarette.
He returned to his place and sat down with his legs apart! Pam could see the bulge of his prick. She opened her legs wide. Her cunt was visible to him. His prick grew bigger and the bulge began to throb. "Now," said Pam, "tell me why you want this post and how you expect to carry on your studies while you are serving me."
He said he was from a poor family and had done well at University in Coventry, but due to his entanglement with two females he had decided to come to London, away from his difficulties, and continue his studies. He had thought from the advert the post was for a beginner and he had liked the "No restrictions" part. Pam listened and then said, "I will be very frank with you and I want you to be frank with me. The advertisement was worded in such a way as to cause no offense whilst at the same time to convey to the applicant the exact nature of the service." And she placed an intonation on the word "Service." She continued, "The word 'trainee' was intended to convey that I require someone who would be willing to learn my ways. No restrictions means that in learning there would be no inhibitions and nothing I wished would be refused. "A searching interview" meant that you would tell all about your intimate life. You have misinterpreted the words no doubt because you did not think that they could mean these things.
Do you want me to go on?" she said.
He replied, "I must admit that I did not see the advert in this light. If I took this post under such circumstances it would suit me one hundred per cent but I am not sure that I could satisfy the requirements of the job. There are some things that I would not do and what is more I came to London to study, much as I would enjoy such a job."
"Well," said Pam, "that seems to be that, but before you go would you like me to put you to a test?"
"O.K., " he said.
She began, "There is no point in my asking about your experiences since you will not be staying, but perhaps you would like to tell me what appeals to you in the opposite sex. And as you talk perhaps you would like to relax and do whatever you wish. I can assure you I will not object."
"Right," he said.
"First of all I must tell you I can see your fanny and it stirs me so much that I want to satisfy myself."
"Good," said Pam, "but would you not rather be stimulated than do it yourself?"
"Of course," he said, "but how can that be when I want to look at you?"
"That's easy," said Pam. She called Monica. "Monica," said Pam, "Mr. Talbot here is keen to have some fun before he goes. He has turned us down but nevertheless, he would like to be satisfied before he leaves us."
"Yes ma'am," she said.
"Right, Monica get down on the floor and undo his fly so that I can see," said Pam as she lay back in the chair with each leg over the arm of the chair, exposing her cunt to his full view. She used both hands to open the lips of her twat and display the clitoris which was sticking up quite visible to him. She gently fingered her clitoris as she watched Monica undo his trousers and take out his prick. It was quite a nice large prick and Monica began to pull the skin back and forward over the knob.
Pam went on playing with herself as he watched. She said, "Now tell me of your most exciting experience, and as you do so please call everything by its vulgar name, it is more stimulating.
He began his story as Monica slowly wanked him. "I am twenty-one," he said. When I was nineteen I was at the University in Coventry and was friendly with a nice innocent young girl. One night I took her return to college. The result was she was locked out. She knew of a way in and I helped her to get in. In doing so I had to climb in myself and pull her in after me. As we both got in we embraced and began to kiss. At that moment a mob of girls appeared from nowhere and grabbed me. No one made any noise because of the late hour and the possibility of being discovered." Whilst he was telling the story Monica was still jacking off him and now every now and again she put her tongue to lick the tip of his prick and down the shaft to the bails. Pam was raising her legs higher and fingering her arse hole, enjoying the story and watching his prick getting bigger and the knob appearing and disappearing as the skin was pulled down and up by Monica.
He went on, "The girls grabbed me by the legs and arms and took me into one of the dormitories.
They were all in various forms of night attire. Having got me there they undressed me and with out any letup began to amuse themselves with me. Most of them took off their night attire and in the nude they began to lie on me and rub themselves on me, jack off me and kiss me. There were so many cunts and tits about that I did not have the chance to enjoy any one of them. After a time they silently desisted and arranged to have me each in turn whilst the others held me down and watched. Some sat themselves on my nose as others sat on my prick and worked themselves up and down on it. They changed places and hugged and kissed one another and fingered cunts, arse holes, balls, prick tits all in a flurry of exchange. I was fast getting randy and wanted to come. I groaned and moaned and said, "I'm coming." They selected one of their number-she was a beautiful girl with lovely tits and her cunt was covered with dark hair. As the others held me they allowed her to place her cunt over my prick and fuck me. Another girl with her back to me sat on my face. The one on my prick put her hands round the one in front of her and opened the cunt over my face. A voice near my ear said fiercely, "Lick, you bastard." I did. There were the two girls, one fucking my prick and the other one fucking my face. For added measure another girl had her fingers up my butt and was ramming them in and out with the fucking movement of the girl on my prick. At last I came all over the place. Gallons of it. It was all over the girls and my balls. They then lifted me up and took me into the bathroom and put me in the bath and each girl in turn pissed on me until I was covered in piss all over. Finally they sponged me down and dried me, dressed me and carried me back to where they had grabbed me in the first place. There was my girl friend. They pushed us together and went as they had come silently. I said goodnight to my girl friend who was obviously in a neurotic state, and climbed out and went home."
At this juncture his prick was getting so very big that Monica had difficulty in getting the skin back and forth over the knob. In fact it was the juice from his prick that enabled her to slide the palm up and down the huge shaft. Pam had now taken out her breasts and was raising her butt to put her fingers up her cunt as he told his story and as Monica said, "I can't bear it any more-I want it up me." She got up, stood with her legs apart and lifted her dress, opened the cheeks of her butt with a hand on, each side and shouted, "For God's sake give it to me quick! Come on quickly, fuck me." He hurriedly stood up and with his hand to guide it he pushed his prick right up Monica's wet juicy cunt hole. As he pushed it in he watched it open up the lips of the cunt. Fascinated he played with her cunt and saw creamy bits of white juice collect on his prick as it went in and out like a well oiled rod. He felt Monica's head come under the arch of her legs and feel his balls. This made him jerk and she muttered, "That's wonderful that's right, ram in right up, higher, higher. Oh.. . . lively, fuck fuck, fuck." She squeezed his balls, he moaned in pain. Pam began to pant and frig herself faster. His prick grew to an enormous size and with a tremendous heave he left his prick buried right up Monica's cunt as he spunked and spunked. Pam saw the cream running down Monica's legs and all over the hair round her cunt.
They all collapsed with the effort and lay about the place with cunts, prick, balls and tits all visible as they recovered from the orgy.
Pam still sat with her legs wide open over the chair arms. Her cunt was covered in wet juice and she was gently playing with the wetness as she recovered. Monica was on her back with her cunt exposed and the spunk oozing out onto the carpet. Talbot was lying back with arms outstretched and his prick now dropping down on to his trousers spilling the last drops of spunk onto his fly. All were giving moans of utter satisfaction.
After a few moments Pam got up and went into the toilet. They could hear pissing. She then went into her bedroom. Talbot got up and found the toilet to piss and wash his prick and trousers. Monica came in as he was finishing the chores, and sat down to piss. He leant over and said, "I am not so sure that I would not like the job after all, as he gave her a wet kiss. With a little wiggle she shook the last drops of piss down the pan, got up and went into the lounge to pour drinks for all and served them as they all returned.
Talbot voiced his pleasure at the events as they had turned out. Pam said that she also had had fun. Monica said that she had not had such a lovely prick for a long time and hoped she might have it again. Talbot said his goodbyes and promised Monica he would keep in touch for another session with her. He took her in his arms, wet kissing her, and lifted her dress to playfully finger her cunt, as
Pam watched. At last he was gone and Pam and Monica expressed the satisfaction they had had.
* * *
The next day came quickly for Pam, and she made sure that Monica had prepared herself and the room for the new day.
He came on time, a very broad well set young man. Monica showed him in as was now routine. She discovered that his voice was very coarse and she thougth very common. He was interested in her figure, but it seemed to her he was very sure of himself.
Monica told Pam what she thought. Pam, armed with this information, went in to see him. She sat down as usual giving a chance for him to see her thighs. He looked and he detected a derisive smile on his face, as thought he had seen plenty before and this was nothing new. It did not take her long to sum him up. He had gone through the usual exchange of questions. He gave Pam an exhibition of muscular control, which was repulsive to Pam. He made a suggestive remark about his penis in an indirect way, suggesting that she might like to see it.
She gave him back his derisive look and said, "If you wish to do so you may." He opened his fly and disclosed the most enormous prick she had ever seen. Even now it was not in erection but stuck out fully nine inches, with the terrific solid hard knob on it. He went through a series of tricks with his prick, balancing various objects on it vase, book tray, glass, and finally chair.
He bent over to give her view from the back. Pam saw two balls the like of which she had never seen on a man. They reminded her of the balls she had once seen on a bull just after it had served a cow. They were like footballs. The arse hole was like the crater of a volcano. The wrinkles of the skin round the arse hole opened and shut quite visibly to the eye, and Pam imagined that it would probably have a grip like iron, if one put one's fingers up the arse hole it would be difficult to get the finger out again.
All during this display Pam was thinking what it would be like to have the prick up her cunt. She came to the conclusion that it would probably rip her apart and ruin her greatest possession. It came to an end and he sat down with his hands on his knees, hands dangling down like a boxer's after a hard fight.
He said, "Well, what do you think, are you interested?"
Pam said, "I think you misunderstand my requirements. It is I who want what I want, not you. It is I who will give the orders and ask for my amusement. I am not asking for. a dominant male to make play with me for his benefit."
He replied, "I have served some of the most famous film actresses and they have enjoyed my attributes." He did not speak very nicely and his voice was coarse.
Pam said, "I suppose you would want an undertaking if I employed you."
"Oh yes," he said, I would serve you whenever you wanted and believe me my physical makeup would fill you, al right."
"I have no doubt," said Pam, but what are your terms?
"Fifty pounds a week plus extra commission to: every service, more for special games and exhibitions."
Pam said, "I have no doubt that you are very adept at all tricks, but I am afraid I am not looking for a professional fuck. I want my fun to be spontaneous. In any case your fees are exorbitant. One question-how many film starts have you fucked?"
"Lots of film extras and about five or six well known film starts."
"Tell me," said Pam, "have they repeated the service?"
"The extras have," he said, "but not the film stars, except one the one for whom I just worked."
"What happened to her?" asked Pam.
"Well," he went on, she did not want me to fuck her, but only to give erotic exhibitions and to suck and lick and jack off and dress up with all sorts of things stuck up my butt. She also liked to listen to dirty stories and look at dirty pictures that I got for her. Then one day she let me give her a good fuck."
"It so happened that that I had the most enormous erection and she wanted it up her arse hole. It took so long getting it up with the grease and soap that I myself got browned off. Her butt was too small for me and I realized she would not be able to take my prick. So I have looked around for someone to take her place with a regular income."
Pam said. "You are, I am afraid, too professional for me. I need someone who wants me for me as well as my cunt."
"Well, that's that," said. "It has been nice meeting you, but don't forget to call on me if you feel like a really outsize prick for a change."
And so ended another interview. After he had gone Pam began to wonder if she would find a man for fulfillment of all her temporary needs as a domestic servant. And sp she amused herself about the place in anticipation of the next and last applicant. In due time the final applicant came.
Monica showed him into the room and went through the usual preliminaries. He was definitely interested in a nice and proper manner. He smiled at her and picked up the books and smiled at the books and enjoyed them. Monica gave him a view of her tits. He looked at them and at her and smiled sweetly. "He is a bit of all right," thought Monica, "I think I could fall for him myself."
She reported to Pam and Pam came into the room. This time she was discreet and did not show too much leg or tit. She opened the conversation. "You are Paul Barrington, may I call you Paul?"
"Please do," he said.
She gave him her name and asked him, to call her Pam. "How old are you, Paul?" she said. "I am twenty-seven."
"What have you done in the way of domestic service?"
"I have been in numerous posts," he said, "mostly abroad."
"Is that from choice?" she said.
"Yes," said, "I like traveling."
"Then why have you answered this advertisement?
I have not stated that I am likely to go abroad with my servants. Tell me also, why did you use the expression "young" in your reply?"
"I can answer those questions all in one go," he said. I had rather gathered from the advert that here was a rich young girl who was looking for young staff instead perhaps of old retainers, and I suppose perhaps my imagination ran away with itself. Perhaps it was wishful thinking when I imagined that she might be exactly as you are, beautiful and lovely, perhaps in need of a companion able servant both devoted and willing. It is silly really for me to even think that it might be true."
"Well," said Pam, "You are at least very honest, both in your reply to the advert and now in the interview. I presume since you were a lieutenant in the Navy you must have come from a good family."
"My father," replied, "was in the church. His own income was comparatively moderate but his family can trace their lineage back to Queen Elizabeth. The Barringtons were in the Royal Navy then, and it was this tradition which led me join up and carry it on. All very romantic and adventurous Then came my disgrace, if you can call it that, although I must state here and now she was a very seductive piece, and has since that time caused the breaking of many hearts one of which was a well known person, so that she is now in disgrace."
"You have no feeling for her?" said Pam.
"Well," he said, "I can't say I have no feeling for her. Let me say I would be very cautious in any dealings with her again, and those relations would be for MY satisfaction, not hers. Call it revenge if you like. After all she was the one who taught me all the tricks."
"Tricks?" said Pam. "What tricks?"
"You would be shocked if I told you," he said, and perhaps it would be detrimental to my success in this job."
"On the contrary," said Pam, "I will tell you here and now that so far I view you in a very favorable light, and I might confess, so as to put you at your ease, that I might go on better than your former mistress."
He sat up straight and raised his eyebrows at this remark and said, "Can it be true that my imagination is working out after all?"
"I don't know what your imagination is."
Silence came for a moment and Pam broke it to say, "Now look Paul, I will be extremely candid with you. I am in a way what you imagined when you replied to the advert. I want a young servant to take with me wherever I need to go for my personal comfort and to serve me with, as I said in my advert no restrictions. My maid is very young and she has come to an understanding with me and shares in my pleasures whenever I call upon her to do so. There has always been the lack of man, my favorite pastime, about the place. I would want him to be on hand at any time of he day or night as I also expect my maid to be. I would want him to do whatever I asked without any question or quibble. I also have a chauffeur who is in exactly the same position as you would be. In other words all my servants must be so to speak my slaves.. They must be absolutely loyal to me and I will reward them in kind and money. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, indeed you do. It sounds like paradise to me," said Paul.
"Don't be too hasty to judge," said Pam. "I have not yet put you to the test."
"Just one last word. You may be insincere. I hope not, but in order to have a hold over you, although that is not quite the word as I would not take advantage of you, I have kept a recording of this conversation and also my maid will take photos of you. These are for my own protection, nothing more, you understand."
"I understand perfectly, and I do really sincerely believe that I could be loyal to you, but until you tell me what it is I have to do I reserve the right to ultimately refuse your services."
"That is fair," said Pam. "I shall not ask you to commit murder or any crime I hope by this time you appreciate just what I need."
"I understand perfectly," he repeated, but I must tell you that though in normal conversation you would probably consider me to be the acme of propriety, when I am making sex I descend to the utterly vulgar and obscene."
"That is wonderful," said Pam. "I had hopes you might not need coaxing to use all the obscene descriptions. Marvelous."
"I will now introduce you to my maid Monica." Pam called for Monica, who came in looking very attractive in her short maid's outfit, with plunging neckline and tight fitting bodice, showing the nipples of her uncovered breasts through the material.
"Monica this is Paul Barrington. He has accepted the post of male domestic in my service. I hope you will show him everything," and they all laughed at the suggestion. "Paul knows my position with you and Mark the chauffeur, and he joins us under the same conditions. Now let us enjoy ourselves."
Paul said, "Pam, what would you like to do to start? Do you like exhibitions?"
"Yes," said Pam, "but I would want you to save your orgasm for me."
"That's O. K. I can hold myself," said Paul. "Monica, how about me licking and sucking you in front of the mirror so that you can see me, and Pam can watch too."
"Fine," she replied.
They pulled the mirror into position as Paul leant down in front of Monica. She lifted her dress and opened her legs exposing her beautiful cunt to Paul. She looked in the mirror as he gently explored the pussy first with his fingers and then with his tongue. He licked it and sucked it searching for the clitoris nipple and rolled it around his tongue. Monica reacted to his tonguing, moving erotically round and with a longing sway. He sucked at it and expressed his pleasure at the taste of her juice and renewed his vigor with his tongue right up her. He felt the clitoris stiffen and get larger. He licked it and it got even bigger, and erect. He could smell her; she was sexy and it was a powerful sexy odor.
Pam had undressed completely and was standing near Paul with one leg on the edge of the chair. Paul could by diverting his eyes see her cunt gaping open at him all wet and sexy like Monica's. Pam was watching him lick Monica and every now and then playing with the moisture round her hairs and cunt. Pam turned round and bent down and looked between her legs at Paul still gamming Monica. This gave Paul a terrific urge because it opened the cunt and arse hole to his view as he sucked Monica. Monica put her hand down and began to finger Pam's arse hole and cunt.
Paul stopped and jumped up. "Don't stop," said Monica. "More, more I'm coming!" as she thrust herself at Paul, who was hastily taking his clothes off. Pam and Monica looked at his prick. It was a beauty stiff and firm and solid with lovely hairy balls tightly clinging close to the rod.
"On the bed," he said, and he lay down on his back on the divan with his prick sticking up to heaven. "Come on," he said, "one each side." Pam and Monica lay down on each side of him each with a leg over his and they both began to play with his prick and balls, Pam and Monica both began to lick his body. Each in turn whispered in his ear, "Darling, darling, what a lovely prick to fuck with. Come on, stick it right up our cunts, fuck us!" And they fondled his prick and balls.
"Would you like me to suck your beautiful fucking prick darling? Suck it at the knob and fuck it darling? Lovely prick, fucking prick, come on darling, right up right up," this as they pulled the skin hard down off his knob. Each in turn knelt with knees either side of his head to gently caress his face with their hairy cunts. As they did this he would open his mouth and shoot his tongue up the cunt which would jerk in a fucking movement hard down on the tongue and there would be a moan of utter pleasure. Pam had a huge clitoris which she rubbed on Paul's nose with her head back, sucking great breaths of complete ecstasy as the juice spread all over his face. Whilst one was on his face he would hold his fingers up and the other would fuck away at them, all moaning and giving off sounds of ecstasy and using words, to add to the pleasure "Oh what a lovely fucking game! Oh, oh, oh, stick it right up Paul darling, up, up, up you beautiful fucker." Suddenly Pam shouted, "Quick Paul, FUCK me, FUCK me now."
Paul got up quickly, grabbed Pam's legs, shoved them up to each side of her head. Then with his legs over hers he rammed his potent prick right up inside her. He jerked it up and deeper and deeper. Pam's hand came round her butt and grabbed his prick and rotated it in her cunt. She worked up a rhythm and left him to it. Her fingers searched for and found his arse hole. She rammed her fingers up. Each time he jerked she shoved more fingers up his hole.
His prick got harder and stiffer. She felt it could not be human as she reveled in its potency. He kept it up and she worked harder and harder on it, saying, "Fuck me, fuck me, stick that bloody prick right up me, now! Higher Paul darling, give it to me more, more, Paul, oh Paul, come on fuck fuck fuck!" Both together they shouted, "I'm coming," Pam shouted, "Make it last, Paul make, it last," as she jerked up at him. They both spunked and made it come for a long, long time gently swaying as each little spunk jet shot out.
Their bodies swayed in perfect harmony as his spunk filled her to the brim and her juice mingled with his a perfect heaven of sex and fucking. Their breaths came in bursts and they began to tongue one another in utter and complete bliss as the last of their spunk jetted intermingling in her cunt. His prick was throbbing in its last throes inside her and she soaked it up. She put her hand down and gripped his prick, rotating it amongst the spunk and juice in her cunt. His hands felt along her thighs to her arse hole, he pushed his fingers up as he thrust his tongue in her mouth. She absolutely reveled in the joy of it, trying to mouth words as his tongue darted into her mouth. "Oh Paul darling, oh, oh you wonderful man. What a marvelous fuck darling, oh I wish we could go on fucking all day. Fuck, fuck and fuck again, darling. I am fucked out."
Meanwhile Monica had been jacking off away and had just arrived at her climax. She flung herself on top of Pam and Paul and wanked herself against their bodies. With great intakes of breath she came and jerked against Paul's body in her ecstasy. Her cunt she rubbed all over Paul to get the most of the orgasm. She finally collapsed in exhaustion on the divan and moaned, "If I get such joy out of a jack off with you, Paul, how much more will I enjoy a fuck!"
Paul said, "That is indeed a pleasure I look forward to."
Pam said, "I have never had such a randy marvelous fuck before, and I look forward to the future with a permanent randy wet cunt for the next time. Look at that prick of his, what a marvelous tool it is. At this moment I could swoon over it," and she kissed it with joy.
They all adjourned to the toilet to piss and clear themselves, vowing another session as soon as their spunk was replenished. They spent the rest of the day in complete nudity reading dirty books and looking at dirty pictures and every now and then giving one another playful kisses on all places, working themselves up for the session they planned to come.
PART TWO
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 much 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 wicked 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 and although he hated to face the truth he guessed his pretty wife had not shaken off the desire to still take the drugs although 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 struck off any medical order. His profitable side-line of supplying drugs of al 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.
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 surgery.
He knew that such a wait would have her wild and so urgently in need of the Heroin he could supply her with she would be easier to handle for the other plans he had for her while she was at his surgery.
In addition to the Heroin he had also prepared another concoction for her-a very powerful Eastern-type aphrodisiac. 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 a straight forward 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 envelope 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 your 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 aphrodisiac it contained, which had been powdered into the glass before she arrived. She thought it best to humor this horrid man, he was clearly in no mood to be hurried, 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 chitchat, 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 brough home to her 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 round 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 older lecher 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 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 buttocks, only wanted to try and twist her belly 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 though a haze of cloud, he was getting his trouser front undone, a massive penis 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 bond 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 stalk 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 frock, 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 frock of pale lemon slid down from her lush hips and waist and as it fell to her ankles and she stooped to step out of it he caught a tantalizing view of her wonderfully molded breasts. Her white teats 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 unzipped 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 the naked globes 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 had stepped out of them. He tilted his face so that he could pull one breast down to his mouth, he sucked 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 sex.
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.
"Eeeeaaaggg" she wailed. "That hurt.. . . .you're hurting me.. .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 falling.
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.. . . 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 positioned herself astraddle his lap. He half rose, leaning forward he grabbed her head 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 bent 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 affair. Dr. Madro arched his body, thrusting the thick wedge 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.
Suddenly he moaned, he was closer to his peak that he had thought. He was unable to control the waves of sticky hot white spunk that began to ejaculate down her throat. He saw her clench her pretty lips tightly around his pulsating stem 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 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 it 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 tool 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.. . hurry."
He crawled up over her backside, and insinuating his loins 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. . .darling. . fuck it. . . fuck my cunt fuck.. .aaaaahhhhhh."
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 stem right into the very depths of her randy hole. "Is that what you want, you randy bitch?" he gasped at her. "Is this what you have been begging for?"
"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 young 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 belly. She knew that she was going to have the best and most wonderful orgasm of her life. . .and then it was there. . .right there "eeeeoooo.. .harder harder. . .I'm cummingg, cumiggg keep on. . .don't ever stop. . .keep doing that to me. .aaaaaaa."
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 absolute ecstasy she was getting from this elderly doctor as he rodgered 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 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 slimy cum-juice flowed around and lubricated his thick hot cylinder of flesh as he battered to and fro within her hot clasping vagina passageway.
His spunk inundated her very vitals as for the second time his giant cock spewed out its juicy venom. Her cunt 'mouth' seemed to suck and draw out the last dregs of his filth before at last they both fell exhausted and spent 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 body 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!
TWO
Dr. Madro did not have many friends, not real friends he could trust, but one such man was the Italian Gisipi who kept the coffee bar and pin table salon in the arcade surgery. One reason for the trusting friendship of the ill-matched pair was the money that Gisipi made from pushing drugs to the teenagers who frequented 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 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 digs on her own or had left home and had no one keeping a watchful eye on her, she was the immediate target for Gisipi 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 surgery 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 quietly 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 blood-stream 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 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 passage. 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 nice 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 young teats 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 body 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 panty band lay to one side so that her wet open little quim 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 molded rubber prick. It was partly hollow and he could ease the monstrous instrument down over his own cock and strapped it to him by means of the special leather harness that was attached to it. The fearsome thing reared out of his loins, 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 fed this massive rubber instrument into her belly. 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 awake 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 rut beyond endurance. He slowly mounted her and using care and taking his time he guided the huge rubber cock into the wet gaping snatch. He spread the wet wispy pubic bush with the fingers of his left hand while he guided the massive rubber organ with his other. He slowly pushed the great blunt rubber dome into her soft yielding flesh, straining deeper and deeper, using more force as he penetrated into the stretched passage. Not until his balls slapped against his crotch and upturned buttocks did he ease the strong firm pressure of his body on her.
"Ooooaaa" moans came from her as slowly her drugged senses registered the insertion of the fearful rubber monster 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 fuck at her while she moaned and writhed under his weight.
"Oooo.. . stop.. . please.. . please!" she was gurgling under him as the pain of such a fearsome rubber dong into her body ached through her and yet even while she moaned under the anguish she was working her young belly to and fro weaving her hips and roaring 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 senses, 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 let or mercy as if he was trying to kill her just with the ferocious weight of his body as he heaved and thrust 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 randiness 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 cumm. . .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 loins was driving her insane.. . she never wanted this fucking of her once innocent belly to stop.. . never. . .never.. .she could not continue to live without this sort of sensation. . .she would die.. . she would have to have this over and over again and again.. . it 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 his 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 satiated under the heavy body of her ravisher.. . the orgasm was over.. .it had been the most wonderful experience of her life.
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 and 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 fact muscular torso covered completely in course hair, and with long dank 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 hair monstrosity on the other side.
Dr. Madro led the young man back to the surgery, and handed him back the money.
"If you want that fix, and 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 got 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 who was more pretty 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 saw his 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 so surprisingly thrust into his cell. Pat Larson fell to the cell floor as the rough hands of the brute man gripped her shoulders and pushed at her. She lay at its 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 prostate young woman and her husband were staring at the massive growth of penis flesh at the loins of the hairy monstrosity. The claw-like fingers of the beast-man rubbed the thickening tool until the stem 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 and then he was on top of her, trying to drive that immense sexual organ up between her thighs. The horrified young man saw his wife trying to keep her thighs closely together as the huge long prick weaved about near her loins. Her nylons were laddered and rendered useless, her suspender girdle was ripped as the hairy monster wriggled on top of her as 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 equal 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 pulpy lips of her mange. 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 teats after tearing her frock to shreds and dragging away her bra. The lovely globe went red and covered in his wet saliva as he sucked at the aroused nipples.
As inch after inch of cock was thrust up into her, Pat turned her face towards the two faces at the grille of the door.
"Please. . . please stop him," she was begging and yet it was quite clear Dr. Madro had no intention of stopping his pet ape-man from this lust-quenching activity and 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 gouged up into her violated passage.. . it must have been a full five minutes after the monstrous 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 left a further two or more inches slide into her.
"Look at your wife," she heard the doctor saying to Tom. "She's beginning to enjoy it. I think you are married to a sex whore, young man. Look at her, enjoying being a mate to my friend."
Suddenly the brute gave an extra hard lunge, sinking all of the fearsome length 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 fucking brute. Her dainty feet, long since devoid of the high heeled shoes, were lifting, the calves were crossing over the heaving hunched backside of the brute man. Tom saw his wife cling with her legs wrapped round the hulking buttocks, her arms were round its shoulders, she was giving herself with all the 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 his 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. . .
FOUR
The tall gates of the Priory of All Souls clanged shut behind the saloon car 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 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 presence 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 child 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 but 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 good friend," the aging monk muttered. "I have laid and thought of such fleshly charms, and yet. . . how can such a prescription be made available for an 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 would 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 the moist little slit without hindrance. He felt the hair-lined lips 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 gray pajamas the old monk wore, eagerly the old hands were getting the long thin rod 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 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 naked, stark naked, and the lips of the old monk were on her bottom, kissing every inch of her flesh, the buttocks, the backs of her thighs, and in between. She felt her soft warm bottom cheeks 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 cheeks.
Her tight virginal arse hole 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 arse hole. She felt the ring of the rear hole stretch and ache and then it suddenly gave and the finger slid inside her back passage, giving her a strange and far from unpleasant sensation
The finger rotated around inside her anus, expanding it 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 second finger she felt the pain again, but it went just as quickly as before and with two thick fingers in her bottom she enjoyed the butt-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 bottom cheeks raised towards him. The doctor took her right wrist and dragged her arm back under her opened thighs, her hand was guided to the heavy dangling balls of the monk. Gradually her soft hand found its way up to the thickening stem of his penis, she felt the wild desire to try and drag this long throbbing thing to that stretched puckered opening of her bottom where his fingers had given her this strange pleasure. Almost without thinking she was pulling the rounded stumpy end of the prick to her bottom. 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 bottom now, getting leverage behind his cock now that she had planted the end of it to her bottom hole.
A happy doctor watched the slim young girl struggling helplessly to avoid the fearful penetration up her butt of the thin long prick of the randy old monk. The girl had no chance with the aging lecher, he knew that the girl must be feeling as if a large violent monster had crawled up inside her bottom 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 butt of the young girl was just the perfect organ 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 plentiful peak as possible, the beautiful arse 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 aging monk would give the girl a fantastic amount of hot spunk.
It was 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 bottom. The poor old Father never regained consciousness after spewing out his come into the tight milking bottom of the child. It took all the medical skill of Dr. Madro to extricate the man from 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 old Father Giseldi had died happily. In that way at least Dr. Madro had done his duty.
FIVE
It was not often that Linda Stevens came to a dance. This was a special affair given in aid of charity and when 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 young man 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 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, and 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 this one near the end one 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 and 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 arm that was around her slide up from her slender waist, his hand groped under her upraised arm to caress her round, full, firm young breast. Linda felt uneasy, she did not know quite what to do. She felt even more unsure of herself when his other hand cupped her buttocks and through her gown began to knead her flesh with urgent gripping and squeezing of his strong fingers. With utter repugnance she felt the unmistakable 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 teats 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 breast 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 heat filled wave was spreading over her belly, she tried to push him away as her mind filled with thoughts of her young man 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 elasticized 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 flies, a great column of flesh reared up, she had never seen anything as 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 knob on the top of the arm of flesh, 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 cunt lips, she cried out as his fingers deeply dipped in between the soft pulpy lips. He pressed inwards until his palm cupped her snatch and his fingers were right inside her.
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 he 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 now. She realized that he had no put on any sort of rubber contraceptive before putting his cock in her, on the few occasions when her young man had gone this far with her they had always been most careful that the rubber condom was sound and spread down the rampant prick. This man was a doctor, though, she was sure he would take care of any complications afterwards.
She began to buck under him, she was ashamed at the 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 loins 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 buttocks, heaving herself willingly to his loins and stomach. Soon the words that were music to the old lecher's ears were heard from the young woman, "Fuck me.. . fuck me. . . ooohhhaaa, 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 at her butt cheeks and drove faster at her, he knew she must be close to her utter fulfillment.. . suddenly she was backing, quite out of control, her hips weaved, her belly 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 womb. He muttered the filthiest obscenities 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 Dr. Madro!
