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PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE . . .
Capt. Grey had retired six or seven years before the time Alan, his nephew, began to realize that the old man would be leaving a quite considerable sum of money.
He had spent the occasional holiday down at the old man's house near Land's End, but he had never given any thought to the fact that he was rich and had no sons or daughters of his own. But now that he was on the brink of a legal career he began to see that a legacy from the old sea captain could be of very great assistance to him. If, as was rumoured, his uncle would leave about eighty or ninety thousand dollars, and if he were to leave even a quarter of that sum to him, then he would be able to set up in practice right away. In any case even if his uncle lived for another ten or fifteen years, his money would still be worth waiting for; he might, anyway, be able to borrow on the strength of it.
Alan decided that it was high time he gave more consideration to his uncle; he ought to go down to Cornwall more often and when he got there to spend more time about the old house instead, as on his previous visits, going off on long walks round the coast or spending half the time at the wild artist's colony in St. Ives.
He was twenty-two and he was approaching his law finals. A longish stay at the old man's house would not only give him an opportunity to get through a fair amount of studying, but would also enable him to find out more about his uncle's intentions, and, he hoped, to put himself in a more favorable light in his uncle's eyes.
He wrote to him and received a pleasant and cordial letter back, inviting him to stay as long as he wished ... but adding that he hoped he would not mind if he had to have the small room at the top of the house as his niece Diana would be staying too, as would his sister, Barbara . . .
It was just as well he was going down, decided Alan; it looked as if the other people were bent on making themselves pleasant to the old man. Barbara Grey, the old man's unmarried sister, he had never met, but he had heard that she had led a flighty life abroad for many years but had recently returned to England penniless. She was obviously there for what she could get out of her brother.
As for Diana, he had met her once. She was his half-cousin and he had met her briefly at the old man's house about five years before. She must have been about thirteen at the time so she would now be eighteen or perhaps nineteen. He recalled that she was an attractive child, and he wondered what had prompted her to revisit her uncle at this time.
Anyway she would be grown up by now and she might well add a bit more interest to his stay! If she was as pretty as she had been as a child then indeed she would be a good counter-attraction to his friends in St. Ives. It was even possible he might get nicely laid ... but he did not want to think too far ahead.
It was late spring and the weather was warmer that year than usual. The cuckoo had been heard in Kent as early as the fifth of April, there was blossom everywhere, and on the way down in the train Alan saw people bathing at two or three places where the train ran along the coast, notably near Dawlish in Devon. He sat back in his first-class carriage deciding that life was, after all, really worth living. Every prospect pleased him and even man was not as vile as he was made out to be.
He gradually fell into a drowsy state and between Plymouth and Redruth the train stopped at a number of small wayside stations but hardly a soul got on or left the almost empty train. The motion of the carriage began to stimulate thoughts of sex and screwing in him and he just regretted that there was no one to share the long, quiet journey with him. If only Diana had been on the train he could have fucked her without anyone interrupting them ... He got up and took a stroll down the corridor, noticing a woman of twenty-four or five in the compartment next to his own. She was dark and attractive, wore no hat, a white sweater and mini-skirt of plastic or leather. She seemed to be on her way for a holiday, having two suitcases on the luggage-rack. He continued his way to the end of the carriage, went briefly into one of the two lavatories and then slowly walked back along the corridor. He debated with himself whether he should go into the young woman's compartment. She would obviously guess that he had certain designs on her body if he did and she might even be tempted to pull the communication cord; even if she did not it would be very embarrassing for him to start a conversation if she was at all hostile. Yet they had forty or fifty miles to go before Redruth and it seemed a terrible pity not to take advantage of it with a lovely young woman like the one in the compartment he was just approaching.
He took his courage into his hands and pulled back the sliding door. "Oh, er ... ah, I thought this was my compartment. I'm awfully sorry," he apologized, looking genuinely embarrassed.
"Oh don't worry, don't worry at all," said the dark-haired girl, looking at him with interest. "Going to Penzance?"
"Yes, and you too I suppose." He seized the chance and said, "Look we may as well travel together and talk, I'll get my case." Alan was back in the compartment sitting facing the young woman within a jiffy and they were soon engaged in a chatty exchange of information about their reasons for being in Cornwall. As she spoke Alan eyed her up and down and when she told him that her father was the racing manager of a famous family he was not surprised. Plainly she came from a well-to-do and well-connected family.
"Yes," she said, "as the train does not get in until after six I shall be staying the night at the Queen's Hotel and my friends who live at Paul are picking me up in the morning."
"I had thought of trying to get a room there myself," said Alan, "As I won't be able to hire a car to get to Land's End tonight. But I don't suppose it'll be easy, they'll probably be booked up. But I shall stay at a little place not far away where I have stayed before."
The conversation continued and when Alan lit her a cigarette he was able to touch her hand for a moment. It sent a shiver of erotic excitement down his spine just to touch her. He was rapidly getting a terrific hard-on.
She had long almost black hair, an oval face and dark-brown eyes that looked at him with amusement. That part of her face was intelligent and witty and if one covered up the lower part of her face one would have taken her for a girl who got more fun out of reading and talking than out of sex. But when one looked at the sensual chin and her voluptuous lips one immediately took a different view. It was impossible to have lips like that without being a sensualist, and this view, in Alan's opinion, was supported by her very attractive clothes, obviously chosen with great care and individual taste, and also by her very shapely breasts, that jutted through the sweater, and sexy buttocks and slender, elegant legs.
It was not every day that you met a piece of ass like this, decided Alan.
He found out that she would be staying at Paul for the best part of a month. She said she would like to see him again sometime if he were in Penzance or St. Ives, and Alan decided that it might be wise not to press her too hard. There would be plenty of opportunities to see her again and perhaps screw her, especially if he got really bored with his uncle's house and company.
They left the train at the terminal at Penzance and Alan said good-bye to her, having found out that her name was Naomi Reynolds and having also got the address and telephone number of her friends. As soon as she had jumped into the cab that was to take her to her hotel he regretted that he had not asked her to dinner.
But what is done, is done! Perhaps after all it would be better if he tried to reach the old house near Land's End that night.
In the end he found a man willing to take him. It was about ten to nine when he drove over the cart-track to the weather-beaten house of his uncle, paid off the man five minutes later and walked into the entrance.
There were no formalities at the old seaman's home; one just walked in and wandered about the rambling house until you found someone. So Alan left his suitcase in the hall and then set off in search of his uncle. He looked into the large parlor at the left of the porch, then into the library, into a small room used as a dining room, but there was no sign of life. He knew there used to be some servants but not a sound came from the back of the house or the domestic quarters. So he mounted the stairs and thought he would take a look in the room that he had stayed in the past but which he understood had been given to his half-cousin.
There were muffled voices coming from the room and though he had no wish to eavesdrop Alan paused before knocking on the door and to his amazement he thought he heard the voice of his uncle say: "Come, Diana, let me touch your nude body. Give your old uncle some pleasure!"
He must have misheard. Surely his uncle was not trying to make love to Diana, his niece! It was not possible. And how could she be naked in the same room as him?
He looked up and saw that there was a small window over the door of the room. He remembered how the light left on in the passage used to annoy him when he had tried to sleep in the room on his last visit. But now there were no lights on, even though it was getting dark. He pulled a chair along from the end of the landing and very quietly stood on the seat to look through the glass over the door.
When he looked into the room in the failing light he could hardly believe what he saw.
The young girl lay naked on the bed and his uncle, half undressed, wearing only a shirt and trousers leaned over her, trying to coax her to let him touch her cunt.
She did not seem to be frightened of him but was apparently calmly saying that she would have to think about it. Alan heard the words " ... doesn't mean I don't like you," then he missed the next bit but caught her saying, "I really do care for you uncle, please don't get me wrong."
The old sea-captain looked pleadingly at her but Alan did not catch what he said next. He was smiling at her and then he began to push his trousers from his legs. It was then that Alan saw his uncle's peg-leg. He had completely forgotten that the old man had had a leg amputated after an accident at sea, and it came as a shock to him to see the wooden leg exposed to view especially against the background of the completely naked young girl on the bed He saw that the girl's face now expressed something akin to horror, though she was managing to control herself. Taking surreptitious looks at the wooden leg, she kept looking at the man's face and smiling wryly at him as he now continued to undress, mumbling to her words of affection and appeal as he did so.
When he was completely naked he sat on the bed and made a grab at the girl, saying, "Come on, Diana, no one will ever know. Give me a bit of frigging pleasure ... you won't regret it.. . " And then Alan heard the word will mentioned.
The girl had got up from the bed and stood looking down at the naked sea-captain, obviously uncertain of herself.
He had said something about a will, of that Alan was sure, and his words had obviously affected the young girl.
Alan, amazed and still unbelieving, almost fell from the chair when he saw the old man, begin to remove his wooden leg.
The bearded man unstrapped it and then placed it against the bed.
"Now," he said, reaching out with both hands to grab his niece by the waist, "now, my darling, come fuck your uncle." Alan could see that the girl was looking with horror at the stump of his left leg, but she managed to alter her expression as she looked at her uncle's face as he tried to pull her onto the bed.
"No, no," she said, and Alan could hear the strain in her voice, "No, uncle dear, not now, not now, please. Please let me think about it, will you?"
The old man's surprisingly big prick was erect and jutted from the angle of his leg and his stump as he continued to hold the girl by the waist. But though it was obvious that he wanted to screw his niece desperately, he seemed to understand her reaction. "Look, my dear," he said, "I'll go now and you can tell me if you'll fuck tomorrow. But don't forget what I said. Think very hard my dear!"
He began to strap on his peg-leg and a few minutes later, as Alan jumped from the chair and replaced it at the end of the passage, he had dressed and was walking from the bedroom. With a hearty "Good night!" to his niece he opened the door and walked downstairs to the parlor.
Alan had sneaked back into the hall and was pretending to look into the parlor as his uncle walked along the hall. He called out "Hello, uncle," and then turned as his uncle came up behind him. "Oh, hello, I was wondering where you were, Uncle," he said. "Oh, it's real nice to see you again."
"Ah!" said his uncle, who had not really recovered from the attempt he had made to just fuck his niece, "And how is my up and coming nephew? Glad you've made it, Alan, come and have a drink!"
Alan sat in the parlor talking to his uncle, unable to believe that he had really seen him trying to get his young niece to screw with him just a few minutes earlier. And as he sat there he thought eagerly about the lovely naked girl who, no doubt, was now lying in her bed thinking of her uncle's proposal to hump her.
They talked for a while and then the old sea captain told Alan that his was the room right at the top of the house, as Diana had the usual guest room. After a friendly exchange of "good nights" Alan made his way to his room.
He lay there unable to sleep, excited by the vision of the lovely naked young body of his cousin. He tried to see her large firm tits in his mind's eye and found his penis hardening at the thought of touching such a lovely body.
His uncle had obviously retired as had all the hired help, and he wondered whether he dared to creep down and see if she was still awake. At first he dismissed the idea as irresponsible but as the minutes ticked by and he became more and more restless at the thought of that lovely cunt down there alone in its virginal bed, he could no longer control himself. He slipped a dressing-gown over his naked body and quietly crept down the creaking stairs.
There was a light on in her room!
She had either fallen asleep with the light on or she was reading. He took the chair and looked through the glass over the door and saw that she was awake, lying back, with a book in her hand. She did not seem to be reading, and Alan guessed she was going over in her mind the suggestion put to her by her uncle.
Replacing the chair he then lightly knocked on her door. There was no answer for a moment and then just when he was about to knock again he heard her call out, "Come in!"
Alan turned the knob, pushed open the door, and closed it behind him as he entered and said, "It's me, your cousin Alan, I saw a light on and thought I'd just come and tell you I had arrived."
The girl looked at him, her face flushing and then her mouth half-open she smiled at him, saying, in a whisper, "Oh, Alan, how nice to see you. Come and sit down near me. Don't make a noise in case you wake uncle. How are you?"
He sat down near the girl and saw that she was wearing a nightie that covered her gorgeous tits but exposed the deep cleavage between them. She was much more attractive than he had ever imagined and as he looked into her lovely, candid face he wanted to fuck her there and then.
"It's such a long time since I saw you, Diana, I didn't know whether I'd recognize you," he said.
"Have I changed?" she asked him, a broad smile on her face. "For the worse?"
"Good heavens, no. You are absolutely wonderful. You really are an attractive girl."
"Well, you're an attractive young man, too, Alan. Oh, it's really great to see you again."
As she spoke Alan had moved his head forward and as their eyes held each other's, he bent over and kissed her gently on the lips.
When she broke from him she murmured, "Oh, Alan, that was nice. Oh.. . " She reached up and pulled him down on top of her. Kissing him violently for a moment she then took her mouth from his and said, "Oh, why don't you get into bed with me, Alan?"
Alan said nothing but went over and switched off the light, bolted the door and, removing his dressing gown, got into bed with the lovely teenager, taking her in his arms in the narrow bed, kissing her passionately as his healthy-sized cock hardened against her soft naked thighs.
CHAPTER TWO . . .
She lay in his arms, her short nightie just about covering her cunt, her hands on his naked back. His mouth moved caressingly over hers and slowly he pushed his eager tongue into her half-open, sensual mouth. She moaned pleasurably as his tongue caressed her palate while his hands slid under the nightie, pushed it up and he cupped one of her lovely firm ripe titties.
God! he thought as he felt the soft yet firm flesh of her luscious tit and fingered the firm nipple. God, he'd never known a more exciting body. His tingled with delight as he moved to lie half on top of her, his now hard penis between her still closed thighs.
She sought his mouth each time he withdrew it for a few seconds and now her hands eagerly reached down to caress his balls. Shivers of excitement invaded his whole body as she touched him and moved her fingers tips onto the base of his thick shaft.
He thought of her giving her sweet cunt to the old man with the amputated leg and for a moment he was horrified. He clung to her, almost protectingly as if to prevent such a fate, and then kissed her with a new passion and urgency. He was still very curious about her and began to whisper questions to her as he continued to fondle her nipples and massage her heavy breasts. "You a virgin?" he said.
"No," she said, "but I've only been fucked by one man before. Oh, darling, I love the way you touch me. Will you hump me soon?"
"No, not yet," he said, eager to enjoy her eager twat to the full. There was no hurry and he wanted to make the most of her lovely, unsullied cunt.
His hands now pushed the nightie up still further and she then helped him to take it over her shoulders. Now her whole vagina seemed to come alive as he held her to him. She urged her pussy against his prick, writhed as she did so and then began to pant for breath. Then she seemed to soften, sensing that he was in no hurry for her and that he wanted to savor her bit by bit, to take his time before he finally assailed her twat.
Affectionately she kissed him behind his ears as she scraped her long nails down his back and pushed the fingers of one hand between his ass-cheeks. But she was not able to hold back her desire for long, for a moment later she was asking him to screw her.
"Fuck me, Alan," she murmured, "give me your cock, my darling!" She began to move again with that writhing motion she had displayed before, but this time she worked her cunt against his erect prick and he shuddered with delight and desire, seeing already that he would not be able to take his time over her as he had wished at first. "Put it in, put it deep inside my cunt!" she panted as she pulled him hard against her, moving slightly up the bed so that his prick lay in the pit between her thighs, the tip of his cock pressed hard against the top of her slit.
It was time, Alan thought, that he fucked her. He felt sure now that there would be many other opportunities to savor the various details of her lovely body.
He bent over her, arching his back, to take one of her large nipples in his mouth and then, placed his hand on his prick, opened her thighs, with the same movement and pushed in between her moist gaping cunt lips.
She was soft, wet and luscious and he could not have wished for a better, more voluptuous body or a more welcoming vagina. His throbbing prick was temporarily assuaged by the wetness of her slit, but then as he moved in and penetrated her, he felt the hot lust of her cunt take over, swallowing him deep inside her. She panted furiously, her hot breath mixing with his, as he slid into her twat and she writhed to accept him fully.
Then she held him with her legs, beginning to twist her whole ass area sensuously and with a spiraling movement that almost brought Alan to his orgasm immediately.
Controlling himself he began to drive into her pussy, gripping her under the armpits and rubbing his chest against her lavish tits, kissing and biting her neck. She responded with even more violent moves of her cunt, yet still clinging to him and gripping him with her legs as with a vise, her entire body thrilling. Alan knew that he would come soon and decided to drive himself to his orgasm with a dozen deep and rapid thrusts. He lunged into her with the whole weight of his body, thrusting his prick deep into the soft, girlish cunt, time after time until suddenly he felt the load in his stiff prick unendurable and he let go. She had been shouting as he worked to his climax but now she screamed as her whole body shuddered in orgasm and as she felt the hot flood of his scum inundate her womb.
"Oh, God, oh my God," she panted, "oh, you've done it to me, my cousin Alan! Oh God, I'm so glad, you've fucked me just the way I've always wanted to be fucked!"
His cock lay inside her, his lust appeased, his face close to her scented hair, his whole body relaxed and satisfied as his prick slowly softened and ten minutes later slipped from her dribbling cunt.
* * *
When he reflected on the situation Alan admitted to himself that there were bound to be rapids ahead.
First he was here to pacify and win the favor of the old man. The old man wanted his niece to allow him to fuck her on the promise, it seemed, of a substantial legacy.
Alan did not know how she would react in time to his suggestion but he sensed that she had not completely rejected the idea. Meanwhile he, intruding into the house, had at once frigged his cousin, unknown, of course, to the old man. It was almost certain that if the old man found out, he would tell him to leave the house at once.
He left his cousin at about midnight and crept up to his attic room. He had managed to impress on her that it would be unwise to let their uncle know that anything had happened or was happening between them, and she had instantly agreed that it would be foolish to let him know about them. She said that she hoped he would be able to come to her room the next night and Alan had agreed to do so. He wondered how she was going to deal with her uncle.
He had also learnt that the captain's sister was coming in about two days, and according to Diana, who had met her the previous summer, she rather threw her weight about the house and seemed to have a considerable influence on the old man. This worried Alan more than Diana realized: it meant that at least two other people were in the running for his money, both of them with more power of influence on the captain than Alan himself.
Still if Alan played his cards carefully, even flattering the sister, she might not be such an obstacle in the end.
* * *
The following evening, Alan was annoyed to hear his cousin say at dinner that she wanted to retire early as she had a headache. She whispered to him when their uncle was talking to the maid who was serving that she really meant it and would he wait for another day to see her alone. Alan at once wondered whether she had made a decision about the old man.
So his second day passed uneventfully at the captain's house.
But on the third day, the captain's sister Barbara arrived and to Alan's astonishment she had considerable physical attractions. For one thing she was very much younger than her brother and she had taken great care of herself and had kept her voluptuous figure. She was in fact thoroughly desirable even though she could not have been less than about forty.
Just when Alan was musing on the possibility that the old captain, obviously desperate for cunt might even propose intercourse to his sister, he had another shock.
He was dressing in his small attic room and had just put on his shirt when there was a knock on his door and before he had a chance to shout out, "Just a moment!" the door swung open and a woman in a white uniform entered. She was a plumpish chestnut-haired woman of about thirty, and with obvious physical attractions.
"Oh," she said, "sorry to barge in like this, but I am the housekeeper. I thought I'd see about your bed, as the maid who does your room has got the day off." And then looking at Alan and noticing his embarrassment as he grabbed for his pants, she said: "Oh, don't worry about that young man, I've seen plenty of those dicks in my time."
As she spoke she smiled at the red-faced young lawyer and walked over towards the bed.
She eyed him up and down and as she began to pull back the bedclothes preparatory to making the bed, she continued in her pleasant, rather bubbling voice: "Yes, you don't live in the Captain's house for five years and not see a few things. He's a bit of a sex maniac if you ask me."
Alan began to wonder whether he was dreaming or not. For not only was she openly talking about his uncle and calling him a sex maniac, but she had made no attempt to spare his embarrassment by coming into his room when he was dressing. What was even more astonishing was that as she bent over to reach the blankets he could see that she was not wearing a brassiere under her white housecoat, and, in fact, appeared to be completely naked except for that one garment.
Whatever kind of situation had he found himself in?
Struggling into his pants, his face still flushed with embarrassment, he half expected her to remove her clothes! He supposed she screwed with his uncle too!
She continued to make the bed and her housecoat slipped open as she did so to expose her breasts but she did not seem to notice. Alan turned away to look for his shirt as she began to talk again.
"Of course," she said, "I like a bit of screwing myself you know. I see nothing wrong with it if two people want to go to bed together, do you?"
"No, not really," said Alan, now putting his shirt on.
"And the old man-likes nothing more than to watch a bit of humping, too. Did you know that?"
Almost in a daze Alan looked at the woman and could not help staring at her now uncovered tits. He was just about to tear his eyes away when she said, "You like them I can see. Pair of nice titties, look have a good look at them." As she spoke she pulled back the coat and she was naked except for a garter-belt and her stockings. "Nice ones, eh? I guess you'd like to have a feel, eh?" She was eyeing the young man up and down approvingly and she then came round the bed and stood near him as she removed the white housecoat altogether. "Come on," she said, "feel them!"
Alan was admittedly interested. He hesitated for a moment but the sight of two such large and wonderful breasts was too much for him, and, almost mechanically, he reached out and touched one of her tits. His body trembled with excitement at the thought of fucking the woman for she was undoubtedly a pretty sexy piece, even if she was the housekeeper. He kept his hand on her breast and then began to finger her nipple. The woman moved nearer and began to unbutton his shirt. "Slip it off," she said. "Come on, let's have a bit of fun. I think I'll like you." In a moment he was standing naked as she began to cup under his balls with one hand and finger his prick with the other. Almost as soon as she touched him his prick began to harden and in a minute it had sprung erect from his bush of pubic hair.
The woman's eyes were fixed on him, a sensual, inviting look as she continued her caresses. And she was just about to bring her lips to his when they heard the captain shouting "Helen!" on the landing outside the room. A moment later the captain pushed open the door and as soon as he saw what was happening he said, "Ah, so that's what you're up to, eh, frigging my nephew. Well, you'll have to let me in on it. I don't like to miss a chance to watch a thing like this." Then talking to Alan, he said: "She's a bit of all right, Alan. Don't miss the chance for a real good hump, lad!"
"I told you your uncle was a sport," she said. "Now come on, young man, let's get on the bed and start screwing." She dragged him back to the bed, his face now red with the double embarrassment of Helen's advances and the presence of his uncle.
The old man had sat in the one armchair in the room and it was, from his point of view, no fun if Helen and Alan fucked on the bed. So he smiled at them and nodding to a chair just in front of him he said, "Look, give me a chance. What about a bit of fun on the chair first?"
Helen must have been well trained for she at once got up from the bed and taking hold of Alan's hand she led him to the chair. "You sit down," she said. And as soon as he did so, she sat on his knee.
Alan was now thoroughly roused despite his embarrassment and his hands at once sought her breast while she reached down and put his erect prick just inside her moist, thick cuntlips. The old man, now excited by the sight in front of him, unfastened his trousers and pulled out his own prick which was already erect. The sight of the old man's quite massive prick at once helped Alan to overcome his embarrassment and no longer feeling self-conscious, he began to forget the old man's presence and concentrate on the lovely piece of ass in his arms.
She had wriggled herself right onto his prick and he felt himself sliding into her, sliding easily up the clinging passage of her cunt until the full length of his shaft was completely embedded and his knob pressed hard against her upper cunt. Gripping the luscious breasts he began to move himself up and down and, assisted by Helen's own movements, he was soon fucking her with long, rhythmic thrusts that sent tremors of lustful desire through his whole body. He bent forward, both hands on her tits now, and brought his lips to her plump neck and began to kiss and bite her just behind her ear.
She responded by twisting her ass to excite him more and by gripping his balls in her hands. Alan felt her luscious buttocks rising and falling on his thighs, felt the heavy breasts in his hands and the soft, hot receptive cunt, and, with his lips, her fleshy shoulder-enough to rouse him to a frenzy, and he was soon almost lifting her from the chair with his powerful upward thrusts as he drove deep into her clinging vagina. Panting for breath, his eyes now glazed with lust, he fucked on, relentlessly eager to enjoy the moment of release that he knew was not very far off. She moaned with pleasure and moved in unison with him, her soft, luscious cunt riding easily up and down on his iron-hard, huge prick.
As he drove into her twat with furious and urgent thrusts she began to cry out like an animal, cries that excited the old man to jerk off his prick as rapidly as he could in an effort to emulate the young man fucking away on the chair in front of him.
Alan now felt the impossibility of holding back the heaviness of his tingling, throbbing prick insisting on release. His whole being filled with an erotic pleasure he had rarely known before, he now drove into her with six or seven rapid thrusts and then ... still for a second or two he moved with one deliberate stroke just enough to bring him to his climax. He shuddered as his hot sperm jerked from him and the woman in his arms cried out in lustful abandon as she came and simultaneously felt the young man's hot scum inundate her avid cunt.
Later that morning the captain told Alan that he had been very pleased at the way he had so readily given him pleasure. "I shall not overlook you," he said, "when I come to make my final decision about my will."
Alan was now more than ever aware how much the man's sexual pleasure meant to him and he realized that both his cousin and the housekeeper were also fully aware of it. He did not know whether Diana would make up her mind to let him have his hump with her, but he was sure that the housekeeper was doing everything to keep on the right side of the old man. He was fairly certain that that morning had not been the first time that she had allowed the Captain to indulge his voyeurism, letting him watch her getting fucked by someone else.
Quite unexpectedly, he found himself playing the old man's game, and once having gone so far he saw that he would probably have to go on if he were to remain in his good graces. It had an unpleasant side to it, he had to admit, but, on the other hand, if it meant that he would be able to fuck the luscious housekeeper regularly it was well worth it. It might even be that he could save Diana from the old man's sexual clutches if he could give him an opportunity to watch them screwing together instead.
As for the girl in the train who was probably expecting him to get in touch with her, she was rapidly fading from Alan's mind. He had never expected to find that the old man's house was full of women ready to give him all the cunt he wanted, nay, even demanding his hot cock.
CHAPTER THREE. . .
Alan managed to get Diana on her own that evening when the house was quiet and everyone else had apparently retired.
He decided that he would sound her out, find out whether she had actually had fucked the old man.
He told her that he thought their uncle liked fucking and he even went so far as to add that he had found out that he was having an affair with the housekeeper. It was not, to his certain knowledge, actually sure but he guessed that they had been frigging together. Anyway, he had to provoke Diana into telling him where she stood.
"Oh, yes, I'm sure they're having fucking it off together, she said. "I knew that when I was here before. And do you know, Alan, he's so eager for a piece of ass that he's asked me to let him."
"You?" said Alan, feigning amazement, and feeling really protective and possibly jealous.
"Yes, it was the day you came, late that evening when he came into my room. He said that he would see that I was looked after ... you know in his will."
"And did you?"
"No, I said I'd think about it. Oh, I don't really know what to do. Of course I like the old man and I'd like some of his money, but I don't imagine his cock in me! Yet I hate to hurt his feelings, quite apart from my other considerations. Do you see?"
"Yes, that's the difficulty, I can see that. It's not for me to advise you really, but, well, suppose he would be content with watching people fucking. Then we could please him ... er, without you actually fucking with him."
"Oh, yes, but, quite frankly, I've almost made up my mind . . . , " she began.
Alan's feelings towards the girl made him angry at once. "No, no," he said, thinking with horror of the old man with his stump screwing the cunt of his lovely young cousin. "No, please, Diana. I'm sure we can work something the way I said. I know he-likes to watch people fucking!"
"Oh, you seem very concerned about me," she said, surprise in her voice.
"I am," he confessed. "I happen to like you very much and I just don't like the idea of you being ... of you screwing uncle."
She bent over to him and put her arms round his neck. "I promise you, Alan, there's just no need to worry. One prick more or less doesn't make much difference, really it doesn't."
He held her close, kissed her lips and then said: "It does to me. I don't want you to fuck for him that's all. Please, Diana."
"Oh, well we'll see," she said, putting her hand on his trousers and feeling for his prick, and then rubbing her fingers up and down so that within a minute or two he felt his dick erecting. "But why don't we stop talking?"
He looked into her wide, candid eyes and then lifted her onto the bed. At once he began to unbutton her blouse and a moment later fondled her large knockers through the nylon lace of her bra, feeling for her nipples and pinching them until she began to squirm with delight. Then he undid the clasp of the bra, exposing her naked tits with their now erect nipples.
He pushed her back against the pillows and lay across her, his cock and balls against her skirt as he began to suck her right nipple, lapping it with his tongue and taking it as deeply into his mouth as he could until part of her breast was sucked in too. Eagerly he used his tongue and lips on her tittie, and the contact sent tremors of delight through his body. Meanwhile he slid his hand up her skirt and felt the outline of her cuntlips through the nylon of her panties before pushing his finger right between her hot legs into her very crotch. Pushing his finger farther under he felt for a moment the depression of her crinkly anus before bringing his finger back up the furrow of her slit and then sideways into her hairy bush.
Her hands played with his hair as she sighed and moaned to his caresses, her legs now parting to allow him to put his finger under the elastic of her panties and feel her cunt.
She suddenly seemed to become uneasy, closing her legs tight and half attempting to move her cunt from his grip. And then she said, "Alan, something terrible has happened, I think I've just begun my period. I'm terribly sorry, darling, but.. . "
"Oh, I don't really mind if you don't," said Alan. "Really I don't."
"We'd better not, love," she said. "It's just begun and my pussy be pretty messy for a day or two. I think we'd better wait."
Alan would have liked very much to screw her during menstruation; it was something he had always wished to do with a girl. The thought of pushing his prick into a cunt which was just starting its period really appealed to him. But he decided it was not wise to press his cousin on this first occasion.
He agreed that they had better wait till her period was over. It occurred to him that he might turn the situation to advantage; it would give him time to solve the problem of his uncle and Diana, at least he would have a few days to play with and in which to find whether his uncle was ready to settle for the pleasures of just watching a fuck as far as his young niece was concerned.
The following morning, however, things moved more rapidly than Alan had ever envisaged. The captain called Diana, the housekeeper and him into his study and told them bluntly that he had thought of a very exciting game.
"Now we are all here," he said, "I thing we should not miss the chance to have some real frigging fun." He smiled at them in turn.
"Helen here has been my piece of ass for some time," he announced, looking at Diana and Alan, "and my young niece has signified, I think, that she is not adverse to my humping her. So to give my young friend Alan a little extra pleasure while he is here I thought it would be a good idea if we had this frigging game.
"The game I have devised is one in which I shall be blindfolded and search for a fucker. That is, the first girl I get hold of is my victim, and then Alan will have to screw the other one. Now what do you think?"
Helen thought it was an excellent idea, but Diana, realizing that she might well be the victim, was genuinely alarmed. But she hated to say anything that would upset her uncle, while Alan, though fearing the worst, just hoped that his uncle would discover and screw Helen first.
"Yes, we shall go to my bedroom and the two girls will be chained to the wall in different parts of the room, while Alan will then turn me round with the blindfold in place before I set off to fuck one of you." He laughed heartily at the thought of it.
It was a sickening thought to Alan that he might be witnessing his uncle fucking his lovely young cousin within the next few minutes, but what right had he to protest?
They made their way to the captain's room and he at once told the girls to undress.
Alan felt pangs of horror run through him as he saw the lovely Diana undress herself as if she were a victim of a sacrifice. He wondered why she had not pleaded her menstruation, but perhaps she had already told her uncle that this was her condition for she had been with him for a few minutes just after breakfast.
She was obviously wearing something on her twat for she stood naked, looking slightly excited, but showing no signs of the strings that attached the outside kind of sanitary napkin. He looked scrutinizingly at her as she moved to sit in a chair near the window through which the sun was beating into the room, but still no evidence of her period. He even wondered whether she had been lying to him on the previous evening, but he at once dismissed the idea.
The other woman, whom Alan had seen before in a semi-naked state, now stood in her panties. But she pushed them down her legs at a signal from the captain, and Alan saw that she had a splendid, if slightly plump figure.
The captain was beginning to unsort some chains and in a few minutes he had got the girls linked together by them. But he did not actually fix the chains to the wall or to any other fixture. Alan supposed the idea was that the girls could not move too far from each other and that the sound of the chains would lead him in the direction of his victims.
When he was ready he called on Alan to place the blindfold on him and then to turn him round four or five times. As Alan carried out his instructions Diana pressed herself flat against the wall with Helen a foot or two away from her, ready to move if the captain advanced in her direction.
Alan had undressed ready to carry out his part and hoping beyond hope that it would be Helen that the Captain got hold of. The captain now advanced across the room, making animal-like sounds to frighten the two girls, and moving dangerously near to Diana.
His arms reached out and his fingers just missed Diana's big titties as she pressed her body as flat as she could against the wall, while Helen bent down to avoid his outstretched arms.
Then suddenly he stumbled on the chain and grabbing hold of it, turned to his left and pulled Helen to him.
"Ah, who have I got?" he cried out as he began to feel the woman's hair. "Ah, so it's you Helen. So my nephew has the good luck to fuck his lovely young cousin!" He did not seem unduly disappointed; perhaps he knew that in the end it was inevitable that he would be screwing his young niece. Time, after all, was on his side.
Alan breathed a sigh of relief and looked eagerly at his cousin. But for the moment they could not help showing interest in the way the captain had lifted his victim to the bed and was removing his peg leg prior to joining her. It was a fantastic sight for both of them, perhaps most of all for Diana, who knew that a similar frigging-fate awaited her sooner or later.
The old man, having removed his leg, scrambled onto the bed and slid between the young housekeeper's thighs, his enormous prick already erect and eager. He parted her fleshy cuntlips and then urged himself forward with his unamputated leg, finding some difficulty in moving forward just the right amount, the stump of his left leg pressing against the inside of Helen's right thigh.
"Ah, now, my dear," said the Captain, oblivious to the presence of his nephew and niece, "I'm going to give you a real nice fucking, okay?"
It did not seem to matter to the young housekeeper. She had put out her arms to reach up to him and had parted her thighs to receive his cock and she was soon avidly kissing him as he moved his prick into her cunt.
The captain was soon thrusting his huge prick into her vagina, driving it deeply. And soon he was forcing it into her almost savagely, calling forth from the plump housekeeper uninhibited writhing. She arched her back to receive the full force of the captain's cock-thrusts as they advanced against her inmost twat.
And then Alan and Diana heard her begin to shout with animal abandon: "Fuck me, Captain! Fuck me to pieces you old bastard!"
Her words provoked the old man to an insensate lust and he began to fuck the woman as if his life depended on it, driving and ramming into her with all his might until suddenly Alan saw them squirming in a rapture of lustful satiation, the captain flooding her cunt with his hot, shooting scum.
The price he had to pay was to fuck his young cousin in front of the old man.
The two of them lay on the bed as the captain recovered and looked round eagerly at them.
"Well, come on," he said, "I want to see you two do it-nothing like seeing a young couple fucking!"
So, after all, Alan was going to have to fuck his cousin in front of the voyeur Captain, but there was no guarantee that in the end it would save Diana from the hump-fate the housekeeper had just undergone.
He had always envisaged saving her in this way but had never really considered what it would mean to make love to the lovely teenager in front of other people.
He took the girl in his arms and felt his stiff, erect prick rub against her soft white thighs as his fingers caressed the flesh of her upper arms and then felt under for her armpits. Then leaning to her right he put his tongue on the soft black down of her armpit, savored the taste for a moment and then he began to lick her greedily.
Then he took one of her lovely firm breasts in his hand and began to press the tips of his fingers into her resilient titty, while continuing to lick at her armpit. She moaned with excitement and he heard the Captain grunt with satisfaction and a small squeal of pleasure from the watching Helen. His prick now pulsated so violently against her thighs that, despite his intention to delay entering her twat, he was quite unable to hold off any longer and, parting her thighs, slid between them and put his prick against her cuntlips.
He then urged his prick between her wet cuntlips and into the soft, receptive eager flesh of her cunt until he was hard against her inmost vagina.
He now abandoned himself to uninhibited fuck-lust, ramming his prick into her clinging cunt as he took her mouth in his and as she dug her long finger-nails provocatively into his back.
She moaned ecstatically as she felt his powerful young cock move into her, seeming to penetrate her very being and at once she began to cry out to him, in a panting almost distraught voice: "Give it to me, Alan, screw me, as hard as you can!" as she writhed to his advances.
In and out of her luscious young body he drove his enormous, heavy prick in response to her cries, drove it hard against her cervix with lustful abandonment, burying it in her inmost cunt till their pelvises ground together. She clasped his body to her with her athletic legs and soon adopted a rhythm that brought them all too rapidly to their mutual climax, to cries of lustful encouragement from the horny old sea captain.
Then came the release of orgasm as the old man shouted gleefully and jerked himself off to another orgasm, all three of them crying out in their moment of satisfaction.
* * *
Alan was with Diana later that day and tried to explain to her the fuck situation at the old captain's house as he saw it.
"I've met his sister-I suppose she is our aunt though I've somehow never thought of her like that-and I'm pretty sure that she's after his money. That's the first point, Diana. Then there's Helen. She's a nice enough woman"-he remembered how he had fucked her and felt it would be disloyal not to put a word in for her-"she's nice enough, but there's no doubt that she too is out for what she can get."
He took a cigarette and went on: "So, where does that leave us if we refuse absolutely to play along with his little fuck-whims!"
"Fuck whims! It's surely more than that! Poor uncle. But I suppose you are right, we've got to play along if only because he's rather sad and lonely quite apart from our expectations." She laughed at Alan.
"Yes, we play along but I don't want him screwing you, that's the point. I'll go through with what we did today as many times as he-likes, provided he leaves your cunt alone."
"I see you are jealous, Alan, really jealous of me. I never thought I'd come down here and find that my cousin falls in love with me. And I think I like you as much as you do me, so that means there's no playing along if you are to fuck with Helen, understand?"
Alan preferred to leave that open for he was quite willing to fuck Helen, though there was no reason why Diana should know anything about it.
And, as a matter-of-fact, he had also noticed that the captain's sister was quite an attractive woman, and she had a strange physical appeal for him. But he did not suppose that Diana would ever guess that he had an interest in that direction. She had already looked at him with interest once or twice anrl he had sized her up as discreetly as he could, noted her splendid knockers and thighs, and decided that despite his love for Diana he would take the first opportunity that came his way to see if she was willing to fuck for him. An opportunity that came much sooner than he anticipated . . .
It was late that evening before going to bed that he decided to take a bath. Things were quiet in the house and as he had spent most of the day with Diana they had decided to stay apart for a night, lay off screwing and get a good night's rest. Alan, sure that everyone was in bed, went naked to the bathroom and pushed the door open, without being aware that there was someone already using it.
He walked in, closed the door behind him only to find Barbara, the captain's sister, standing there nude, about to jump into a bath of hot water.
"You?" she whispered.
"Yes, me!" responded Alan, not sure whether he should leave at once. But he decided there and then that the opportunity for a glorious fuck that he had been waiting for had presented itself.
CHAPTER FOUR . . .
He was about to fling his arms round her completely naked body when she held up a hand and whispered that the captain might be coming any minute. "He said that he would be coming to the bathroom...." she blushed as she spoke, admitting that there was something of a hump-nature between herself and her brother.
Even Alan was surprised. Diana, Helen, and now his own sister! Was his appetite for cunt never satisfied? And was it necessary to resort to incest?
He wondered for a moment whether she was making an excuse to get rid of him but he was convinced that she was sincere. Her next words proved it, for she then said. "But I would like to ... to spend some time with you ... alone if you are interested, Alan."
Alan took command of the situation. "Look," he said, "I'll come back in half an hour and see if he's still here, or alternatively you could make your way to my room when you get rid of him. I'll leave it to you."
She nodded her agreement and Alan left her, his throbbing cock eager for an experience with an older and extremely attractive woman.
He lay in his bed thinking about her, trying to envision her cunt, to recall the shapely buttocks, with their creases where they merged with the back of her thighs, the prominent mount of Venus, and above all the almost massive breasts capped by enormous deep red nipples set in large areolas.
He was having hump-luck all his way. First his cousin, then Helen, and now the older but still sexually exciting Barbara.
In his wildest dreams he had never thought he would find three women willing to fuck him at his uncle's house!
Screwing was really the most important thing in Alan's life. In a few short years of active fucking he reckoned that he had frigged with over two hundred different women. And he was used to having success with them. But it was not often any man found three women in one house all able, ready and willing to service his cock!
He thought of the lovely Diana with her dark hair, slim waist and slender thighs and legs, of her lovely sensual lips and the way she gripped him and moved her cunt when he fucked her. Then of the plumper but still sexy Helen.
Now it was to be the older but still very desirable Barbara, the captain's own sister. She was a well-built, shapely looking woman whose body showed little or no signs of her age. He had noticed in the brief moment that she had stood nude in front of him that there were no signs of creases under her heavy, full breasts. Her skin was a creamy white and she had the wide hips and big ass of a woman built for child-bearing. From experience he knew that such women were ideal for fucking, using their cunts to the maximum effect.
Even as he thought of her he felt impatient for the time to pass, his big prick hardening as a vision of her shapely body passed before him.
He waited anxiously for the time to pass, and when he felt that the captain would have been in and gone, he made his way slowly back to the bathroom, being on the alert, lest he should run into his uncle.
The light was on in the bathroom. He listened and there was no sound, but the shape of someone could just be discerned through the glass door.
He pushed the door open and there was Barbara just drying herself from her bath. He was to learn later that the captain had excused himself and said that he would frig her the next day as he was very tired.
As soon as he heard what Barbara had to say Alan grabbed her from behind, digging his fingers into her big, voluptuous tits. She dropped her towel and knocked the soap and other accessories from her hands. For a moment, as she felt his already stiffly erect prick against her, she half-protested and tried to evade him. But it was only a temporary reaction to his advances. A moment later she stood inert in his arms, her face turning to his, her lips half open, her eyes searching his.
"Oh, Alan, I thought when I saw you that I'd be too old for you...."
"Never," murmured Alan, "I think you are very young for your age and you appeal to me sexually very much indeed." He was almost gasping for breath as he rubbed his body against her sensual flesh, his prick in the crevice of her buttocks, his fingers digging deep into her soft tits, his mouth only inches from hers.
It was true. He did feel that she had a tremendous sexual appeal. Her body seemed to possess some mysterious sensual quality that aroused in his cock instant desire. As soon as he held her body to his and felt her plump buttocks against his thighs and groin, tremors of excitement had shot through him, his prick springing at once to a tremendous erection. Within seconds it was iron-hard and throbbing involuntarily against her twat.
He began to feel that she would be even more exciting in some ways than his young cousin. Though Diana had looks and youth, this woman had a strange, almost mysterious sexual power, her whole cunt seemed to ooze sex.
She was still searching his face and wondering about him. But Alan had made up his mind to fuck her and in a voice hoarse with lust he asked her: "Can we got to your room?"
"Yes, yes," she whispered. "It would be better-and safer-there."
A room was kept for her in the house and it was furnished, appropriately Alan thought, with a large four-poster bed. So both of them naked, she led him over to the bed and leapt lightly onto the mattress. There she lay on her back, her arms upstretched to receive him.
Alan was almost nervous with fear that his cock might fail a woman who was so obviously experienced. His prick had slackened slightly at the thought of possible inadequacy, but he consoled himself with the thought that as soon as he lay on top of her he would be certain to be all right again. He fell into her arms and a moment later with his chest against her lavish, full tits, his leg between her thighs and his prick rubbing the side of her ass-cheek, his prick hardened again. He started to kiss and lick her bare shoulders, his tongue leaving saliva over her pale, creamy skin. She moved slightly to his long licking caresses and her nipples hardened against his chest. He could almost feel them throbbing as he squashed his body against them, still content for the moment to kiss her shoulders and neck.
But slowly, as his assurance returned, and he knew his prick would not wilt again, his hand slid down her body to feel her bush-hair. At the same time his mouth now hovered over hers and as she looked at him with eager desire, her mouth half open, he brought his lips to hers.
Her breath was as sweet as that of a young girl and he eagerly tasted her saliva and savored her female-smell. Then his tongue began to dart into her mouth, engaging with hers, drawing hers back with his into his own mouth, swallowing her saliva before thrusting into her mouth, again to seek out her even teeth and her palate. The feel of her tongue and lips against his sent new shivers of desire through his body and as his fingers moved to the angle of her legs and touched for the first time her hot wet cunt, his prick pulsated with urgent fuck-desire. The pain in his cock and balls was becoming almost unbearable, such was the intensity of his desire, so quickly roused by her sexuality, by her wondrous cunt, which was alive in every pore with life-demanding sex.
So intense was his desire, so heightened his lust for her twat, he began to fear that he would ejaculate prematurely if he continued to kiss her. He was forced to take his mouth from hers and now lowered his head so that he could caress the top of one of her breasts with his mouth. He lay still to gain control of himself again as she began to move her fingers caressingly up and down his spine.
Sure of himself again Alan now looked at the superb knockers under him as he raised his head a little and then he bent over and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and lapping at it avidly, as if he were trying to draw milk from it. She shuddered with delight as she felt him suck at the nipple, fingering the surrounding flesh as he did so, probing deeply into her glorious tit at its base. More tremors went through her whole body as his other hand now slid between her cuntlips and moved delicately against the pink membranes of her cunt, seeking the stem of her clitoris. She squirmed with excitement as tingling currents of fuck-delight seemed to shoot from her cuntlips to her breasts, her whole body now aflame, filled with desire for his prick.
It was becoming too much for both of them and Alan sensed that she would be happy to fuck him without any more delay. After all, there would be time enough later to savor each intimate detail of her cunt. So, lifting his head from her breasts, and parting her legs he slid between them and thrust his stiff dick into the clasp of her drabbling cunt, slid deep into her and pulsated on the edge of orgasm almost as soon as their pelvises met, his prick now deep against her inmost twat.
"Fuck me, fuck me now, Alan!" she moaned, "I must have that wonderful cock of yours, so fuck me hard." She closed her eyes and began to move her whole pelvic area in a circular motion that intensified his lust as he slowly and deliberately moved his prick up and down her clinging twat.
Before he was able to stop himself, he was moving his cock with extreme rapidity inside her, urgent to bring himself to his climax. And then the room echoed with their cries as they came together in a shattering writhing orgasm, the young man flooding the older woman with his hot, creamy sperm as she clung to him, crying out with lustful delight.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh, it has been so long since I had a young cock like that. Oh, do it to me again soon, won't you Alan?"
He had slumped exhausted onto her breasts and only managed to whisper "Yes" before he fell into a dreamless sleep.
* * *
The captain was no fool and had sensed the humping that was going on under his roof. He liked his nephew but he was not going to let him get away with all the fun. So far his niece had evaded him and he had felt too tired to frig his sister as he had planned. For the previous week his sexual desires seemed to have been more intense than for years, but he had only had the cunt of his housekeeper with whom, anyway, he had been having an affair for months.
But the old man was no unkindly disposed to the fucking of the young people in the house: so long as he got his way in the end. Meanwhile he decided that Alan would probably enjoy as much as he would, real hump-orgy with the three women. He would not insist on fucking his niece but would plan it so that he screwed Barbara and Helen, allowing Alan to fuck his cousin's young cunt.
When he suggested to Alan that he felt like a young man again because of the spring in the air and had decided that an orgy might be appropriate, Alan was at once guarded in his response. It might well, he knew, lead to the old man fucking his young niece.
But how to keep her out of it?
The captain must have sensed Alan's doubts for he said: "Don't worry about Diana, she'll make up her mind in time ... about fucking me." It was the first time that the captain had implied that he expected anything from Diana.
"Yes," said Alan, relieved. "Well, why not Helen and ... and your sister?"
"Oh, if you want it that way, I'd be most ready. Why?" he suddenly looked at Alan, "you like my sister then?"
Alan flushed.
The captain smiled. "Ah, I can see you know a thing or two, you recognize a real woman when you see one. Well, I'm not surprised. Your father and I used to have some good times together frigging with the women. We've screwed women in every port in the world of any note, y'know."
Alan was impressed to hear that his father, whom he had always regarded as a particularly moral sort of man, had had women in every port! So his dad had been a real whore master!
"Yes, we've had women of every color, your dad and I. I remember in Japan we shared the most beautiful and dainty woman I have ever seen in my life. And in Haiti your father got into trouble for fucking the wife of the black Governor ... then there were the girls we had in Korea...."
"Korea," Alan interrupted. "I bet they were lovely. I've always fancied screwing a Korean woman." His inhibitions in the presence of his uncle had suddenly vanished and he was eager to learn something about the old man's sexual experiences.
"Yes, we picked two beauties up near the docks and they led us to a mud hut in the hills. We must have walked for about an hour before we got there. I'll never forget that night. The one I was with took me to a smaller hut, adjacent to the larger one your father was fucked in. As soon as we got inside she told me to lie on a low divan covered with cushions-almost the only furnishing in the hut, and then she began to remove my shoes. Then my socks, after which she unfastened my trousers, untied my suspenders and slipped my trousers and pants down my legs. Then she turned to my tie and shirt, delicately catching me with her fingers as she proceeded to remove all my clothes.
"I was feeling intoxicated with the very thought of her cunt by the time she had taken everything off herself, and I was ready to screw her. But that wasn't her way. She sat or half lay near me, fingering me with her exquisite fingers, so light and deft that I was almost unaware of them, but the effect was electric. Slowly she moved towards my thighs and I almost cried out as she ran one hand down between them and then back up into my groin before she grasped my prick. And then when she brought her lovely thick lips down onto my exposed knob as she drew back the foreskin it was all too much for me and I suddenly shot my load of hot scum into her mouth. I had not even touched her.
"I thought that was my lot for I'd only paid her a few dollars. I expected her to wait while I dressed or to ask me for more money. But, believe it or not, she murmured some soothing words in her own language and then lay at my side, gently stroking my forehead and kissing me lightly on the temples.
'This went on for about half an hour when she must have sensed that I was beginning to desire her twat again. Then she felt my prick, moved her hand over it for a few minutes until I was hard and ready again, when she lay back on the cushions, her legs wide, and her large eyes looking up at me with desire.
"I did not need any tempting. I saw that long hairy slit and the pink gash of her wet flesh between and I was in it in a moment, driving into her soft, luscious cunt as she moved with such provocative motion that I had to hold myself back again or I would have come at once. She slowed down when she saw how she affected me and let me set the pace. But when I did come in her she managed somehow to keep me going longer than I had ever known before-or since-I must have been ejaculating my scum for a whole minute at least. She drew every drop from my cock!"
He looked at the floor and seemed to be living again that intensely satisfying hump moment, while Alan, his prick awkwardly erect in his trousers, shifted his position not to give the fact away.
"And then there was the Polynesian girl. It was an island we took refuge on from a sudden storm and as soon as we landed a bevy of them came up to us and led us away individually. I was taken to a small mud and reed hut and as soon as I undressed she sat across my face so that I could taste and smell her cunt. She rubbed her cunt on my mouth with such effect that I would have had an orgasm by that means alone if she hadn't stopped in time. Then she began to lick me, ending up not with my prick but with my asshole. She lapped it eagerly and pushed her tongue inside to such effect that she did bring me off that way. It was incredible. As soon as I recovered she began to kiss my lips and they seemed to ass into me and rouse me more powerfully than I had ever known before from a pair of lips. I had to get her to desist and then she mounted me and
I lay on my back while she brought me to a devastating orgasm with her wonderful twat without my having to make any effort at all."
Alan was now so eager to get to frigging with a woman, any woman, that he said, to interrupt the flow of his uncle's stories, "Well, and what, uncle, about our orgy?"
'Yes, yes, my boy, I think it's high time we did something about it. Come, let us find Helen." He got up and led the way to the back of the house where he soon found Helen and indicated that he would like her to come up to his room shortly. She looked eagerly first at him and then at Alan, understanding why she was wanted.
Then the Captain told Alan to find his sister and to tell her to go to his room.
A few minutes later Alan and Barbara knocked on the Captain's door, and entered to find Helen already half undressed.
"Aha! There you are," exclaimed the Captain. "You've come just in time." Indeed, so it seemed to Alan for Helen was already in a brassiere and panties and was just unhooking her bra clip as they came into the room.
"Come on, my dear sister," said the Captain, "let's see how you've prospered these long years."
She did not seem even slightly embarrassed and it was no more than a couple of minutes before she stood naked to the admiring glances of her brother. Alan felt that it was very strange indeed for a brother and sister to be naked together and he found it hard to believe that they would make fuck together. He even felt the additional emotion of slight jealousy for he was looking forward eagerly to screwing the voluptuous Barbara Grey again himself.
"Yes," announced the Captain suddenly. "I've decided that it is the turn of all three of you to gratify my desire. All my life I've wanted to have two women and a man doing things to me, and this is my chance. I think you all know that my life is drawing to a close. I cannot have many more years. And all three of you will profit, in your various ways, by my death. But I think you owe it to me to give me such pleasure as lies within your power.
Alan looked alarmed as the old man undressed and lay back on the bed. "All three of you . . . ? What was to be his role?" Alan asked himself as the old man lay back and then looked at each of them in turn.
"Yes, I want you all three to do my bidding for once. I may never ask you again. Now, you, my dear sister, you will come here." He pointed to the left side of the bed and the luscious forty-year-old took her place near his left hand.
"And you, my dear Helen, will sit here." He pointed to his right, to a place almost facing Barbara, but higher up the bed. And then he looked at Alan, who, by now he removed his trousers. "And you Alan, at the bottom of the bed."
The three people moved to the positions indicated by the captain and then he lifted his left leg up in the air and told Barbara to get her head under it and lick his testicles. Alan felt horrified that he would also be asked to lick his cock or balls but he had an even worse shook when the old man looked down at the bottom of the bed and said to Alan, "And you my boy, I want you to lick my asshole-a real rim-job!"
Alan, horrified, had no alternative. He bent his head and got into a position close to the angle of his uncle's legs while Helen was given her instructions.
"And you, Helen," added the Captain, as he reached out to push her head forward, "from where you are, you'll suck my prick while I play with you from behind."
CHAPTER FIVE . . .
"Now, all of you, give the old man his pleasure," said the Captain.
At once the lovely Helen swiveled round so that her ass lay up the bed, her buttocks close to the Captain's head, and she reached out and took his prick in her hand. Then bending over she brought her mouth down and sucked the massive prick between her lips. Barbara had only hesitated a few seconds before she leant forward and took one of the Captain's testicles in her mouth and began to lick it eagerly.
It was Alan who hesitated.
There were limits to the demands an old man-even a nice old man like his uncle-could reasonably make on other people, or on his young relatives who were to be his heirs. Licking an old man's asshole was really asking too much. Yet ... if he didn't there was no doubt that he would lose his contact with the Captain's house, his opportunities with Diana, Helen and Barbara, and even the money itself.
Slowly he bent forward and brought the tip of his tongue to the man's crinkly anus ... He hoped he wouldn't leave a fart.. .
The old man groaned with pleasure as the three mouths worked on him, that of Helen eagerly granting him cocksucking that of his sister avidly sucking at his balls and that of Alan reluctantly probing with his tongue the old man's rectum.
Alan could hardly believe that he was actually sucking his uncle's anus with his tongue, pushing it into his tight asshole in the presence of two women also administering to the man's sexual needs: and all of them, as far as he could see, for money!
As he licked the asshole Alan could see the man's balls dangling above his nose and Barbara's mouth was not far away. He got the slight whiff of the anal orifice, and the hot, pissy smell of his crotch. Sometimes the balls hit his nose for Helen was working on the old man's prick so vigorously that she was moving him up and down on the bed with her efforts.
Suddenly his face touched Barbara's and for a moment he left off sucking and tonguing the anus and his lips came into contact with Barbara's.
For a brief instant they kissed before Barbara resumed her task and Alan went back with reluctance to licking the anus in front of him. Then when he felt he had given the old man enough to be going on with he bent his head and waited for Barbara's lips. She was in the middle of taking the old man's balls into her mouth and she kept it there for a few moments before releasing it and bringing her lips back to engage with Alan's. This time they kissed eagerly and exchanged saliva for the old man was now writhing to Helen's rapid movements with her mouth over his knob and foreskin of his cock.
But Barbara soon withdrew as she knew that her brother would soon be aware of what was happening. She licked his balls avidly to make up for the time she had been kissing Alan and soon all three of them were licking and lapping at his cock and balls as they knew that his orgasm was approaching. Helen moved her sensual lips with such effect over his knob that a moment or so later she was swallowing his hot scum as it jerked from him, completely flooding her mouth.
The old man, relieved of his pent-up desire, said he would now lie back to watch the others. "Let me see you two take the initiative with my nephew," he said laughingly, evidently very pleased with himself and the power he had over the others.
But Alan for one had no objection to this proposal and he at once lay back on the far side of the bed to await the advances of the two women.
Helen and Barbara had a whispered conversation and then pounced on their victim. Barbara sat astride him and at once worked her cunt onto his prick and inserted it inside so that she slid easily down on him till her bush touched Alan's, while Helen, kneeling over the young man's face, brought her wet, gaping cunt close to his lips before bending forward and pressing her wet twat against his mouth.
Alan was in heaven. He could not see because of Helen's belly that pressed him back on the pillows, but there were two intense focuses into which all his prick urges and desires were concentrated: his whole being was in his mouth and prick, everything he felt, knew and had known. His mouth was buried in the avid wet slit of the housekeeper, lapping and sucking at it and swallowing its secretions, tasting, smelling and savoring and feeling the hot, fucky warmth of the woman's cunt, while his prick experienced the clinging throbbing inside of a vagina, of Barbara's greedy, voluptuous cunt.
Mouth on cunt and prick in cunt, mouth on cunt and prick in cunt-the rhythm came to him as he began to move his mouth and nose up and down between the thick wet cuntlips and as he arched his body to force his prick as deeply as he could into the clinging dribbling twat hole of the forty-year-old voluptuary. Tremors of horny desire flooded his body, his whole body seemed aflame with them, his mouth and prick burned, mad with desire for cunt.
Barbara moved skillfully to intensify his sensation of erotic delight and then Helen moved her vagina up and down over his mouth forcing his lips and nose in turn to the vaginal orifice one minute, then against the hidden darkness of her sexy asshole.
Almost mad with desire, his whole body now trembling on the edge of orgasm, he began to writhe and squirm under the two women, arching his prick up as far as he could as he buried deeper into the dark recess of cunt with him mouth, sucking and licking and tonguing the girl's most intimate cunt-hole until there was the sudden and urgent release of climax, his whole being giving way to the soothing relief of his sperm ejaculation as he panted and struggled for breath under the hot, wet and now sticky cunt of the lovely Helen.
* * *
That night the old man went to his sister's room and she at once invited him into her bed. He was a few minutes removing his clothes and his peg leg but eventually lay at her side, the stump against her thigh. He brought his wet sensual lips to hers-the first times their mouths had met in a kiss since their childhood and a moment or two later the old man was avidly darting his tongue into his sister's mouth. Barbara reached down to find his ball-sac and gripping it she adopted a squirting motion to bring him to full erection. He panted for breath as he maneuvered his leg and the amputated stump between her lavish thighs and then inserted his prick into her moist labia, the intimate dick of the brother entering the most intimate and precious cunt of the sister. Soon he was thrusting into her avid vagina and incestuously he drove in until his prick was hard against her uterus, their bush-hair intermingled, their cock and cunt pressed together.
The voluptuous forty-year-old, eager to give of her best to her brother, lifted her legs and gripped him between them at his waist as she also began to run her long finger-nails rakishly down his back, digging one of her fingers into his crevice to find the anus that Alan had recently licked for him. Holding his in an iron-like grip she began to rotate her hips with such skill that the old man found himself roused to fever-pitch after the first few thrusts into his sister's vagina. His breathing labored he began to drive with all his power into the soft, clinging twat, his lips now on hers, his hands under her ass-cheeks.
At that very moment Alan was undressing his cousin. He had pulled up her blouse and unfastened the buttons as she half lay on the bed, and then he slowly slipped it from her lovely shoulders.
Then he fingered her luscious breasts through her expensive brassiere but soon too eager for the feel of the flesh itself to be content with the ripe tits through the material. He undid the clasp in the cleavage and then slipped the white straps from her shoulders to reveal her full hard and rose like pink beauties from the crinkled flesh in the center of the large areolas.
Alan bent over and took one of the nipples in her eager mouth but at the same time his hand slid down to push up her skirt. His hand strayed upwards to finger the white panties and then to delve under the elastic of her groin and feel for her vertical cuntlips. The finger now moved gently down her thick twat lips, parting them a little, before dividing them near the top to touch her clitoris. She shuddered with excitement as he began to titillate it and soon she was groaning almost as if she were in pain. He was still sucking at her nipple, but Alan knew that it was her clitoris that gave her the most intense pleasure. To touch it was to provoke in her the most intense yearning for fulfillment; if her secret had been known to men in the street she would have been in permanent danger of constantly fucking with strangers. Alan now removed his finger and then began to pull down her panties. As soon as he had dragged them from her legs he pushed his fingers into her slit, this time two of them and then three of them into her cunt. She writhed as if she needed every part of the three fingers and then she had a preliminary orgasm, grunting and falling back on the pillows, and crying out in ecstasy.
It was obvious to Alan that as usual there was no time for long hump-preliminaries between them; they affected each other too intensely.
He slid between her thighs and entered her cunt. She pulled him down on top of her and then began the same circular movement she had adopted the first time they had been together, moving as if his prick was the very axis of the universe. Then she clasped him so tightly that for a moment he was almost unable to breathe, and moving her lips from his she began to cry out, "Now, come in me now! For God's sake now, Alan." Alan was not really ready but her shrieks of urgency and her twisting, writhing body were rapidly affecting him and when she continued to demand that he did not delay, he rammed his prick into her with piston-like violence rapidly bringing himself to his climax. Then ... he felt the contracting of his cock the momentary, almost unbearable anguish of his full erect prick, and then ... the sudden release as he flooded her with his hot, spurting scum.
* * *
And meanwhile the Captain had fucked with his sister and for the moment he was fulfilled. His sister knew that it required some considerable effort for him to achieve an orgasm by ordinary sexual means and that as a result he would probably be content for a day or two. As soon as she felt her brother's sperm flood her vagina her mind turned to Alan.
The Captain lay inside her hot twat until his prick slipped from her. Then he slowly got to his one foot and then sitting back on a chair near the bed began to replace his peg-leg. Barbara breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he would not be fucking her again that night.
When she left him she made her way to Alan's room but to her disappointment found that he was not there. She guessed at once that he was with Diana and felt a sudden pang of jealousy. But she knew that despite the young man's attachment to the girl he would still choose her most of the time for the sheer joys of unadulterated fucking sex unadulterated by considerations of affection or feeling.
She waited till early morning and then crept to his room, wearing only a short nightie. He was asleep but when she slid into his bed he awoke and seeing her at his side he pulled her close, his big cock stirring as soon as their flesh came into contact.
Alan lay close to her for a moment, merely content to press his naked body against her ass-cheeks and to savor her smell and the taste of her skin as he kissed her shoulder, but slowly he felt a great surge of hump-desire rise in him and his hands reached round to cup her breasts under the nylon nightie.
She shivered with pleasure at his touch and pushed her plump ass-cheeks harder against his stiff prick that was lying just in the crevice between them. He felt that she was indicating to him that she wanted it up her asshole. The thought pleased him. But it was not at least her immediate desire for then she twisted round to face him and at once her tongue bored into his throat.
Pressing against him as she lay prone, on her right side, she reached down to finger his prick, expertly using one hand to caress his baD-sac the other to draw back his foreskin before lightly using her nails on his exposed dick-head. He felt tremors of excitement in his spinal cord, tremors that developed into waves of shuddering wild joy as she put her sensual lips to his again and probed his mouth and gums with her tongue.
Fully roused he managed to release himself from her embrace and pushing her on to her back, looked down at her thick pubic bush and her hairy cuntlips below. Parting them with his fingers he lowered his prick against them and then drove it between the avid flesh and into the eager orifice of her clinging cunt, as at the same time he let his weight onto her massive breasts, squashing the nipples hard against his chest.
He began to take her, lustfully driving the thick wedge of meat that was his prick into her avid cunt. She moaned with pleasure and writhed with a rotating motion to accentuate his delight, screwing the sensitive cock with her clinging cunt, almost too much to bear.
He drove into her twat and she responded to his tempo and rhythm, at one with his every move, adding to them a new dimension of sensation by her screwing, squirming movements. He was conscious somewhere inside him of the increasing build up of his cunt-desire and knew that it would be only a short time before his stiff, swollen prick would demand release, before his pent-up scum would burst into her, flood her and possess her completely.
When he did come she screamed so loud that Alan thought she would arouse the whole house, holding him to her as she squirmed in mad release.
* * *
If Barbara thought that the old man would be satisfied for a few days she was entirely wrong. Only the next morning he got Alan, his sister and the housekeeper into his bedroom and soon everyone was naked. He wanted to see his sister actively raped by the young man and to give an air of reality to the situation he soon got Alan to handcuff her.
The old man did not know how recently Alan had fucked his sister, that they were virtually re-enacting the events of the previous evening. Alan was soon preparing to ravish the woman, having exchanged knowing glances with her first, while the old man on his side worked his prick into Helen's luscious cunt.
Had anyone walked into that room and seen the extraordinary scene they would have doubted their sanity. For at that moment they would have seen a lovely, plump woman of about forty, her hands manacled and gagged, lying on the carpet looking at a young athletic young man showing her his erect prick prior to insertion, while on the bed in the foreground they would have seen a young dark-haired woman lying with one leg bent back so that a one-legged man could work his prick into her cunt, his face grinning with satisfaction, and specially pleased at the thought that the woman was entirely in his power as her hands were roped together.
That morning the orgy went on for more than an hour during which time both the old man and Alan frigged two women. When Alan fucked Helen he had her dog fashion facing downwards on the bed, and he literally fucked her as if she had been a bitch.
Alan particularly liked screwing a woman just after she had fucked with another man, enjoying the sensation of another man's scum in the woman's vagina. It acted both as a lubricant and as added incentive to his lust. Driving into Helen from behind he rammed her twat ruthlessly with passion-like force and precision, time after time, finding it hard to come so quickly after satisfying Barbara. But when eventually he did feel the contraction at the base of his spine and the rush of his sperm through his stiff shaft and down his prick until it burst into her cunt, it was with explosive force that left him completely fulfilled, and he slumped into Helen's arms as she turned round to lie in her embrace for more than half an hour, exhausted, cunt-satiated.
Meanwhile the old man also managed to come for a second time that morning, spunking his sister's cunt with his acrid semen. When lunch came round neither the captain nor Alan put in an appearance and the three women found themselves sitting down together and without the men for the first time.
It was soon revealed to Diana why her uncle and cousin were not present. When she was told, by implication that Alan had fucked both the women in her presence she began to feel that she was really missing something, and determined to see her uncle at the first opportunity.
It was all very well for her cousin to protect her from the old man, but while he did so he was also enjoying the promiscuous pleasure of the cunts two other women, free and gratis.
That was a hump-situation she had made up her mind to rectify at the first opportunity ... to the benefit of her own cunt!
CHAPTER SIX . . .
Alan had told his friends at St. Ives that he would ' visit them during his stay in Cornwall, but such were the many developments at his uncle's house that he had completely put them out of his mind. However, when he received a telephone call from the painter Patrick Grover, he felt obliged to go over to see him for a day, even if it meant that he would be away from cunt-frigging excitements of the Captain's home.
And having spent most of the day with Patrick and the other painters he knew, his mind inevitably turned to the girl he had met in the train. She was one of the most attractive and interesting girls he had ever come across and it was obvious that she would not refuse him cunt. So why not?
Seizing the opportunity he rang her up at her friend's house in Paul and when she heard that he was not far away she at once suggested that he should call on her. "If you have no transportation, you could always stay the night here," she said.
That seemed to be a definite invitation. Paul was not far from St. Ives and Alan took a bus into Penzance and walked the three or four miles to the village on the hills up ahead.
When he arrived he was introduced to Naomi's friends, a young couple who had left Chelsea to live, as they put it, "close to nature". One thing, however, was that Naomi was not staying with a man as Alan had thought at first, or making up a foursome. She seemed to be genuinely pleased to see him, and it was not long before she was showing him the small room he could take advantage of if he wished to stay overnight.
She was certainly curious about his uncle and how Alan was spending his time there, but Alan gave nothing away.
He didn't want to lose his chance to screw with her, now more than ever. For she was even more attractive than he had remembered her. Her dark eyes, set wide apart, were candid and amusing and seemed to invite him to look more closely, especially at her mouth, sensitive yet sensual. And now he could see more of her figure. She wore a mini-skirt and had those kind of thighs that strictly speaking were just a little plumper than they should be but which for a man held out the promise of real hot fuck fulfillment. Her breasts, too were just that bit more prominent than he had remembered them from the train.
It was, therefore, inevitable that despite the attractions of his uncle's home, Diana in particular, he would stay the night at Paul and hope that he would be able to screw her.
They all four drank wine and when dusk fell the house was lighted with oil lamps. Gradually a haze of smoke filled the small sitting room and Alan began to feel quite drowsy. Naomi sat close to him on the sofa, facing their hosts, and soon he felt the proximity of her warm ass and knew that he would have to do something about her before long.
It was then that Naomi's friends announced that they were going off to bed and they invited Alan and Naomi to finish the wine and enjoy themselves.
Alan filled their glasses and sat down again at the dark-haired girl's side, fingering the small gold chain around her neck. She did not move away from him and slowly he drew closer to her until she could feel his hot breath on her neck. Then, suddenly, he put his hands round and gripped her breasts under her cashmere sweater, feeling the already hard nipples and the soft firm titties.
She sighed gently and half turned to look at him, her eyes on his half open mouth.
"You want to fuck me?" she said simply.
"Yes," murmured Alan, looking into her enigmatic eyes. "Yes ... desperately."
"Why didn't you come before?" she asked him.
"Oh, no particular reason. I got involved with the captain's relatives, one thing and another, but I've thought a lot about you...." Alan did not seem too convincing and he knew that she did not believe him.
"Well, come," she said, taking his hand, "let's go to bed and have ourselves a screw!"
She led him to her room where she turned on a small oil lamp near her bed, just enough to enable them to see each other. It had become a very dark night, heavy clouds obliterating the moon and stars.
She sat on the bed and waited for Alan. He felt nervous in her presence, a nervousness increased by the fact that he had lied to her. He even began to feel guilty and wondered whether he had any right to fuck her, now that he had deceived her. But as he looked at the sensual mouth, her large breasts and her splendid thighs, his lust soon got the better of his conscience and in a moment or two he had pushed her onto her back and was eagerly running his hands over her clothed body. Then he bent over her and pressed his mouth to her sensuous, burning lips. She at once slid her wet tongue between his teeth and covered his tongue with her warm saliva as, at the same time, she put her arms round his neck and pulled his body close to hers.
For a few minutes they lay on top of each other, fully clothed, For a few minutes they lay on top of each other, fully clothed, sending shivers of delight through their bodies, Alan's prick rapidly hardening in response.
He loved her mouth, loved its agility, its sensuality. It was almost voracious and he found it hard to drag himself away from kissing her. But he was now roused, his cock afire with desire for her, and as much as her mouth intrigued and fascinated him the time had come to pursue his hump-desire, his hand now sliding down under her skirt and soon moving to the flesh between her stockings and her panties.
He felt her thighs, sheathed in their smooth nylon stockings, felt the narrow band of panty in her crotch as she continued to force her hardened tongue in and out of his mouth, saliva pouring down both their faces and running from their chins.
Now his hand moved up the front of the flimsy panties, outlining the furrow of her cunt, sending new waves of excitement through his tense body. He must have touched her on one of her sensitive spots for she began to moan with delight as his finger ran up and down the moistness of her vertical slit. Alan wondered what she would be like when he actually touched her clitty.
He began to pull her panties from her now, feeling the soft flesh of her stomach and then her shapely buttocks in the process. She half stood up to assist him and without further ado slid from her skirt and underskirt at the same time. Then she lay back on the bed wearing only her blouse, brassiere, garter-belt and stockings, her thighs slightly parted.
Alan never thought he would have the pleasure of such a lovely-looking girl and such a splendid, sexy piece of ass. He looked up at her slightly fleshy, sexy thighs and then at the line of her hairy cunt and could not wait another moment to touch it. He put his hand on her mound and then slid his hand to the hairy cuntlips, parted them to expose the pink gash of her vulva, his fingers carrying tremors of excitement to his whole body. He bent over and caressed her groin with his tongue and then slid it down to her parted cuntlips and sought for her clitoris.
The moment his tongue lapped the small bud it hardened perceptibly and the girl writhed in agonized delight, moaning strange words of desire and love and reaching down to caress his dick-head. He licked the bud with a new eagerness as he realized that she was highly affected by the contact and soon she was literally squirming over the bed with ecstasy, enjoying her first orgasm. His prick throbbed in response and he now pushed the blouse up her body to reveal her bra.
He unfastened the clip and the large tits fell from their prison, firm and unyielding, like two volcanoes that might erupt at any moment. When he brought his lips down to one of her nipples, it hardened at once and he was" able to suck it without his lips touching her breast such was its inordinate size. Then, swallowing the nipple right into his mouth, his teeth bit lightly into the fleshy knocker itself, causing the girl to cry out with excitement.
Soon he was eagerly biting the nipple and breast as his hands dug deep into her tits feeling her up. She moaned and writhed, orgasm again overtaking her, twice fulfilled already by his mere touch.
"Oh, darling," she said as she recovered her composure for a moment, "now you must take me, you must fuck me now. I want your cock so much, so terribly."
He was ready for her and knelt between her lovely thighs and parted her cuntlips again before introducing his prick. Then he brought his prick to the fleshy lips and inserted it into her vaginal orifice before lowering himself to her and pushing his thick shaft deep into the clinging wet passage of her almost virginal cunt.
He looked into her wide-set, frank eyes, saw the eager assent in them and, allowing his weight to fall on her breasts, squashing them under his chest, he began to move inside her, enjoying every second of the contact with her cunt as his shaft moved easily up and down, her twat-muscles contracting to add to the intensity of his delight.
Soon she began to arch her body and revolve her pelvis in a strange spiraling movement that gripped and held him to her, and, on his thrusting movements, sucked him in as deeply as a man could enter a woman, the tip of his dick against her uterus.
He bent to one side and licked her damp, sweaty armpit, savored her female taste and began to drive fiercely into her cunt, as he felt a tightness in his spinal cord that foreshadowed his climax.
Soon the viscous flood of scum spurted from him, invading her as she gripped him with her legs and held him close, her lips seeking his, her whole body writhing and forcing his cock to move in that ecstatic moment in complete unison with her cunt.
* * *
When he returned to Land's End he found the house in a turmoil, his uncle stumping up and down and angrily telling Diana about the way he had been cheated by the housekeeper.
"Whatever's happened?" he asked the captain.
"Helen's failed me," he shouted. "I've always put my trust in her and she has let me down.
"Are you sure?" asked Alan, eager to defend the attractive young housekeeper and sure that a mistake had been made. "I don't think she would cheat you for a moment."
"Yes, the milk people have sent me a bill for a year's milk and I have been giving her the money each week. She denies it but there is absolutely no doubt."
Alan was nonplussed. He found it very hard to believe that Helen could have done such a thing. "And what are you going to do?" he asked the Captain.
"I'm going to give her ass a hiding she'll never forget in her life," he said, his face brightening up a bit. "Yes, I think that's the best treatment for such a thing. And then, if she behaves herself she can stay. But she's got to take her punishment. I'm going to thrash her in the nude and I want you help, both of you. In fact I want you both to come to my bedroom in half an hour. We'll teach her a lesson she'll never forget."
About half an hour later they were all assembled in the captain's bedroom.
All, that is, except Barbara who had gone to visit some old friends in Zennor.
A protesting Helen lay naked, face down, across the old man's bed, while Diana and Alan, somewhat reluctantly, were slowly undressing. The captain, already naked, was eyeing Diana's curvaceous body up and down as she removed her clothes.
"Well, now that we are all ready," he began as Diana stood at one end of the bed, stark naked, her lovely young body exciting both the captain and Alan, and as Alan stood at the other end, "now we are going to teach Helen a lesson. I want you to help me by holding her securely by her arms."
He then took a belt and getting onto the bed he knelt on her back with his unamputated leg, supporting himself by the stump of the other.
Then as Diana and Alan took hold of her outstretched arms the Captain brought the belt firmly down across her ass-cheeks, the end hitting the creases at the tops of her thighs.
"Open your legs," he suddenly shouted.
The wretched Helen, lying under the old man's cock and balls, parted her thighs and for her pains she received a cut of the belt right between that must have hit her firmly at the base of her cuntlips.
"Aaaaaah!" she cried. "No, please, please!"
He hit her again and she cried out in agony as the belt cut into her soft fleshy twat-lips.
Soon the captain was using the belt with immense expertise, each time successfully aiming it so that it hit her cunt area between her buttocks, rather than the buttocks themselves.
Diana watched, rather horrified by the way the Captain was treating the wayward housekeeper, thinking that she had surely paid for her wrongdoing. And then she noticed that there was more to it than a question of punishment. The Captain's eyes revealed the pleasure that he was getting from belting the woman and she saw that his prick was already hard and that with his free hand he was vigorously working the foreskin backwards and forwards over his sensitive cock.
And to her amazement she saw that her cousin was similarly enjoying himself. He waited eagerly for each stroke and jerked his prick with a kind of slow rhythm to suit the Captain's regular strokes.
Just when she began to feel that she ought to protest to her uncle that the girl had had enough, she saw that both Alan and the captain were on the brink of orgasm, and a moment later, moving their pricks with vigor for a few seconds, hot sperm shot from them, the Captain's over the housekeeper's face, Alan's over her arm and onto the bed.
"Well, you've paid the price," groaned the Captain as he got up from the young woman and stood on the floor against the bed, his eyes still glazed over from his lustful, sadistic experience. "Now you can get up!"
Alan, now a little shamefaced, turned away while he wiped his sperm from his thighs and then, his prick growing flaccid, he turned back and wiped the bedsheet.
* * *
A few hours later a letter was delivered from the milk suppliers to say that the man who had delivered it for the past eighteen months had confessed that he had embezzled the money paid to him by the housekeeper, and they offered both the Captain and his staff their abject apologies.
The Captain made the most handsome apology to Helen who at once forgave him. She said that she had not really minded the punishment as much as she had pretended, and that she had been much more upset at the fact that the Captain had mistrusted her.
In the Captain's opinion the situation called for a celebration, and champagne was soon flowing.
Barbara had not returned, but the Captain now keen to make the most of the situation, announced that he felt that an orgy was called for. But he had no sooner spoken than Barbara arrived back earlier than expected and when she was told what had happened she readily agreed to join in the fun. It would be the first time that all five of them had taken part in such an orgy, thought Alan.
They were soon back in the Captain's bedroom and it was not long before things began to warm up. The Captain decided that all the women should be tied or chained in some way and that the men would have their fucks with whom they liked.
Alan was hopeful of protecting his cousin from the old man as far as he could, and when the suggestion was made that one of the women should be tied up with her legs in the air to give full access to their tongues he proposed Diana for the role. She was soon slung from the ceiling in such a way that it might be hard for the Captain to fuck her, though she would be suitably placed for him to tongue her cunt. There was nothing that Alan could do about that.
Barbara and Helen had their hands tied but not so that they, could not use their fingers to grip hold of the men's cocks. And it was not long before Alan, lying on the bed and sucking Diana's cunt, found Barbara taking hold of his prick and licking it avidly.
Helen was the first to administer to the Captain himself who stood at one side of Diana, caressing her nyloned thighs and waiting his turn to lick her moist cunt.
Helen knelt on the floor and reaching up took the old man's prick in her large, voracious mouth and sucked him off greedily. It was not long before to the moans of Diana, as Alan brought her to her climax with the expert way he had tongued her clitoris and then her vagina, there were added the lustful grunts of satisfaction and satiation from the two men, brought to their orgasms by the expert cock-sucking of Barbara and Helen.
But if Alan imagined that he had saved Diana from her inevitable fate with the Captain, he was mistaken.
It was not long before he placed a small table at the side of the bed and mounting it he was ideally placed to fuck his niece. Alan made a desperate last-minute effort to distract him, but he took no notice and a moment later he plunged his prick into the soft, wet cunt of the lovely teenager, driving it in with a savage fury that must have been stimulated by long pent-up desire for her luscious twat.
Alan watched, horrified, as she saw the lovely girl that he loved, fucked by the old goat of an uncle, whose prick thrust into her with piston-like efficiency and almost ruthless savagery. He was even more horrified when the girl began to moan and cry out in wild joy as the prick excited her and roused her to move her cunt as much as she could to meet his thrusts.
"Fuck me, uncle" she began to shout, "fuck me as hard as you like. Take me, uncle, rape me, destroy me!"
All inhibitions thrown aside, the old man drove into her girlish cunt with fevered abandon until with grunts of joy and lustful satisfaction he sent his hot viscous scum into her unsullied cunt, inundating it as she too released her twat-juices, mixing them with her uncle's.
As soon as he left her cunt, Alan took his place and soon was re-enacting the scene he had just witnessed, ruthlessly fucking his girl friend and cousin and thrusting into her dribbling, semen-filled cunt with as much force and abandon as his uncle had done.
By the time he added his quota of hot scum to her loaded vagina, the Captain was already fucking his sister Barbara, while, lying suitably placed at his side, was Helen whose cunt he was licking to the rhythm of his fucking movement.
The orgy went on till everyone was utterly exhausted, and Alan fell in to a fitful sleep on the floor between the bodies of the Captain's sister and his housekeeper.
Two days, later, despite his attraction for the girl on the train, Alan asked Diana to marry him and when she accepted, the old captain at once gave them his blessing. Meanwhile he had decided to make his will and announced to the assembled company that he had made an irrevocable settlement on the four of them in such a way that they would divide his estate equally between then.
He added that there was one small condition, and that was that Barbara and Helen should be at his disposal sexually for the rest of his life, and that Diana should grant him the favor of her cunt at least twice a year.
In the circumstances Alan did not think a bad bargain had been struck by any of the five of them. There would be plenty of money and fucking for them all.
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE . . .
As I applied the last of my cosmetics, I saw in the mirror my friend Dianne, come up behind me. She smiled at my reflection and edged her way to the basin next to mine.
"There's a notice on the Staff Board, it's the Firm's Annual Dinner and Dance" she announced.
"What a bore" I sighed showing my disinterest.
"I have heard say that these Annual Dinners are first rate affairs," she argued.
"Not interested," I assured her and dismissed the business from my mind.
She busily splashed soap and water on her hands and then looked up at me, her eyes sad and her mouth drooping.
"Do you ever go out Shirley?" she asked.
"Every night ... I do part-time work, remember?"
"But surely you have some evenings off," she prompted.
"Of course I do; then I relax," I told her.
Where do you go for holidays?" she asked, her hands now full of lotion. , "I sometimes go with my mother ... sometimes I go off to the Coast," I smiled.
"What a drag?" she said as she dried the excess lotion from her slim fingers.
"Any more questions?" I asked, flushed at her abruptness that to me was tantamount to being rude.
"No ... you won't be at the Dinner and Dance then?"
"I don't think so ... you can have mine," I told her as crisply as I could.
At the office, I was known as the quiet, efficient typist; but in the evenings! ... now if only the boys and girls could see me then! I knew I had a shapely figure. My breasts protruded perfectly, and my waist was as waspish as any other girls; my ass was saucy and thrusting and with all this my legs were perfect columns of flesh that swelled delightfully at the thighs. To prove that I was a natural blonde, one only had to see my mossy bush of cunt hair that was as near gold as possible. My eyes were a perfection of Sea blue, and my cupid's bow lips closed over white teeth that were my pride. I have heard the boys whisper in the office that they would give a month's pay to fuck me, but I would have proved a very disappointing failure ... I had one love and that was the adorable "Miss Condor". She was one of these ageless women ... rather like a mobile statue of Ivory skinned loveliness. Her hair was jet black and her eyes held all the deep qualities of mystic beauty. She had high cheek-bones and her smiles were rare. She had employed me as an evening maid, and I had been difficult not to take the job on full time ... but I earned more at the office than she would pay me, and I was satisfied with the few extra dollars she paid just for the pleasure of being her maid in the evenings.
I would have worked Evenings for nothing ... she was my philosopher, guide and friend ... moreover she pandered to the strange conflicting perversions that I secretly suffered in my erotic sexual makeup. My evenings with her were a mixture of bizarre and sometimes some would say, macabre; I was in a different world once I stepped over the portals of her large house.
I am a Lesbian of the very first degree, but I am an accepting Lesbian ... I hate men and their grotesque pricks, but when I am with Miss Condor, I am the sweet obedient and doting servant to her every wish. The evenings are a ritual of exquisite inhibitions, and I am her maid in every sense of the word. Sometimes, when I have caused her some annoyance, she lets me know in a very certain manner ... she enjoys letting me know it, and because of the fascination with which I virtually worship her, I permit her the liberty to punish me in any way she thinks fit. I refused once to toe the line for punishment, and she dismissed me from her service. I was warned about returning to her; that it would be worse, but I had walked out in a state of tearful shock and indignation. Only three days later I was back ... and she was as good as word!
I suppose one could say that I lived for her; she was a paradox of wisdom ... and when she was in the mood she was a perfection in love. On this particular night, I hurried, up the front steps and glanced at my watch, ten minutes late. Gasping for breath I jammed the key into the latch and then opened the door into the strange world of Miss Condor. Once that door closed, the outside ceased to exist. It was like walking into a land of exotic decor and thick carpets. Erotic murals draped the walls in the very high rooms and passages and an air of pleasurable expectancy spiced with mysticism hung over the place.
I hurried up to my small changing room and hurriedly stripped off my clothes. Once naked, I opened the cupboard to see what manner of dress she had hung there for me to wear. I saw the black ebony skirt and almost topless blouse. There were net black stockings and high heeled shoes. The stockings covered the complete length of my legs and the skirt just covered my middle and left the very lower part of my ass-cheeks showing.
I hastily pulled on the white panties and these just peeped out from my skirt. The top of the uniform had one clip at the back and after breathing deeply I was just able to clip the hook into place. The upper part of my breasts pushed out of the tight fitting garment, but the nipples were easily enclosed, then after putting my feet into the shoes, I straightened my hair and returned down stairs to see Miss Condor.
She was seated before a mirror in the large room, and was dressed in sheer white ... the slacks that hugged her majestic figure were joined to the upper garment and her breasts pushed out under the material suggestively. My mouth went dry at the sight of her sheer beauty.
"You're late tonight," she admonished quietly.
"I am sorry," I mumbled some stupid excuse.
"Never mind ... we'll deal with that later," she said and I detected a note of foreboding in her voice, I wondered if I was going to have trouble sitting down tomorrow at the office!
The Sherry and wine at Miss Condor's is kept on a very low shelf, and whenever she required a glass it was my job to pour it on that shelf; of course it was purposely placed low. I was obliged to hold my ankles together and not bend the knees, and this was no mean task. She told me to pour her a Sherry and I obeyed in the customary fashion. With my skirt so short, the whole of my panty covered ass was revealed and I reddened slightly as I felt the bottom of my skirt ride up to my waist. It was one of those strange incidents that thrilled me to know that she was gazing at my ass, and I was fully aware at what she was looking. I was lucky to have panties on ... sometimes, in this dress, she made me remove them and then pour the drink ... ankles apart!
"Thank-you, Shirley" she accepted the drink from the tray and sipped it slowly, her eyes on my tits where they protruded. It was one of my dutiful responses to stand always immediately before her until she requested some other small task. She replaced the glass and her hand came out and touched my cunt. I always loved her doing this unexpected caress, yet I bit the inner part of my lips softly as she slowly let her hand run the length of my twat. This was one of the rituals I had come to expect and I knew every single reaction she wanted and demanded of me.
I parted my legs a fraction and stood there, quite happy to let her hand wander freely over my excited twat.
"Would you like to take them off?" she asked.
"Yes please, Miss" I replied quietly.
"Slip them down a little," she directed.
I thumbed the waist band down to my knees and stood there with my middle only just covered by the inadequate skirt, my lungs seemed full and I waited with baited breath as she smiled without pleasure.
"Lift it," she indicated the skirt with her finger.
I raised the skirt to my waist, the black stockings showing a clashing contrast to my skin. I could see myself in the mirror and for some reason this caused me embarrassment, yet this was forgotten as she traced small lines with her finger tips from my exposed navel down to the furry golden bush of my pussy ... she said one word . . . 'open' ... and I stood, legs parted widely ... her finger, held stiffly ran the length of my gaping cunt ... as she glided over my clitoris, it stiffened and I gasped with thrilling pleasure. As she gently rubbed my cunt, she told me to show her my tits, still holding the skirt up to my waist with one hand.
I reached inside my top garment and eased my half-covered breasts from the covering and then just stood still, my nipples exposed over the top of the stiff blouse ... I leaned forward as the fingering speeded up and she delicately took each nipple in turn into the soft warm cavern of her mouth. My nipples responded immediately by becoming hard and forceful. I moaned stupidly, my knuckles holding the skirt up showed white as trembling shivers whispered through my system ... shock wave after shock wave shot through me and I was visibly trembling, hopelessly under the spell that she could so easily cast over me. My ass was swaying to the tune of sexual rhythm and I thrust against her fingers wildly as she plucked at my inner soft flesh and then I was gasping as my head reeled.
"OOOOOWER ... EEEEE," I sighed happily.
She eased me around and then I was laying face up on her stool, she sitting on another. My ass rested on the softened seat and my head hung down one side, my legs dangled open obscenely displaying my cunt. Her hand roamed happily over my pussy and I felt the pleasure that she was enjoying.
Miss Condor pulled my stocking down and I was naked from the navel, then she was reaching behind me, a slight heave and the garment left my body ... I was as nude as a new born babe. I held my titties and squeezed them happily. Deep contentment crept through my flat belly and I felt her insert a slim object up into my cunt ... it was a pencil torch and this she pumped in and out of my cunt.. .
"I like that," I gasped, "I love it ... please do it faster. Pleeease ... aaagh ... eeeh ... mmmaaagher...," I begged and pleaded ... and then she leaned forward. I held my body in check. Her lips crushed onto my cunt and I closed my eyes in erotic splendor ... her tongue flicked softly at my hottened cunt and easily she slipped her tongue up into me. I think I screeched like a tormented animal. I know I uttered the most vilest of obscenities ... my body heaved and shook as electric heat poured from my very nerve ends ... my cunt must have been a mile wide ... and her tongue stiffened noticeably as she plunged it again and again into my soaking twat ... pure white heat erupted like a blossoming flower from my body. I closed my thighs around her head and held her there disregarding who she was or anything else; this was the very first time she had ever gone to such lengths to give me thrilling pleasure and I pumped my juices over her beautiful face and mouth.
I lay on the big bed, my stomach still fire-filled, my body glistening with dewy perspiration as my breathing fought to return to a natural state. But slowly I returned to the realms of sanity and I realized that she was in her bathroom. As I was about to get up, she entered the room; I was still amazed at finding myself in the bedroom; I just could not recall coming up the wide stair case ... apparently, I had 'blacked out', but it was only for a few minutes.
"Feel better?" she asked quietly when she saw I was awake.
"Mmmmmmmm ... yes thank-you, Miss," I replied. She was kind enough to give me a bowl of warm scented water and directed that I sponge myself. I was pleased to do so and then, dried, I stood still naked before her.
"Hairbrush night," she announced suddenly.
"Pardon?" I asked stupidly.
"You were late," she explained, "hairbrush."
"Oh," I said softly and went to her sideboard. I picked up the hairbrush delicately and dolefully returned to her seated figure and handed her the wretched thing. She patted her lap meaningfully and really wretched, but still unable to do anything about it, I draped myself in the customary position.
I walked home slowly that night, my ass was a raging fire and I ached to get some cold cream and ease it into my lovely buttocks. It wasn't so much the smacking that I objected to, it was the quarter of an hour after that I had to stand like a naughty child in the corner showing my rear to her and then following it up with an apology together with thanks for her punishment to make me punctual and also to remind me to behave ... but this only happened on rare occasions ... very rare and I was glad of it.
CHAPTER TWO . . .
I only went to Miss Condor's from Monday to Friday, the week-ends were free, yet I wished they weren't. I think I would have preferred to stay with her for the whole of the week-end, just basking in her company and enjoying being her personal maid. Yet, she had warned me never to visit her during the week-ends unless specifically requested to do so. I always asked her if I should report to her at the week-end before leaving her on a Friday, and I had always been assured that she did not want to see me before Monday. I left, as always, very disappointed.
My mother had left me' for the week-end to visit her sister and after lunch I bathed, dressed in a pair of Jeans and loose sweater and sat in the front room reading a novel. The door bell chimed and irritably I answered the summons.
"Hello Shirley," it was smiling Dianne, the girl from the office. She wore shorts and sweater. Her brunette hair was hanging down to her shoulders and her tight sweater showed that she too, had a thrusting bosom.
"Dianne ... what can I do for you?" I was surprised to see her there. She may have been a special friend at the office, but I did not mix with any of them socially.
"I was sent to see you," she smiled, still standing on the step, her head slightly on one side.
'To what?" I was completely mystified.
"Miss Condor sent me," she said archly.
I was shattered, I couldn't believe my ears. I held the door open wider and without a word let her in.
"Now, Dianne," I said, my voice thin and unnatural, who did you say sent you? I asked.
"Miss Condor ... she suggested that I keep you company for the week-end. You must recall that you told her your mother would be away ... you told me too," Dianne said as she plumped into a large soft chair.
"Yes ... yes, yes ... but what do you know about Miss Condor" I asked weakly.
"Now please don't start getting stupid" she said with an impatient sigh.
"I don't think it's stupid at all ... I mean, I work with you at the office, it is purely a part time vocation I have with Miss Condor, how can I consider the slightest chance of it being a coincidence that you too know her," I argued.
"My dear Shirley, I have known Miss Condor for years ever since I was twelve, anyway; you only let it slip out a few days ago what you did in the evening, well you let it slip out that you waited on Miss Condor ... I had to check that it was the one I knew, although I guessed it was when you said you waited on her" Dianne hesitated here, "well, as I have said, I know all about Connie as I call her and when you said her name I guessed the rest."
Dianne's leg was over an arm rest, her leg swinging idly. It was almost possible to see right up to her cunt in those short shorts. I felt my face burning furiously ... I know I reeled as the impact of Dianne's guessing mind came home to me.
"Why did she send you here?" I asked, my voice weak.
'To keep you company as I have told you."
I began to look at Dianne in a new light; I had never guessed she was a girlie girl; yet now I tried to read her mind; she was trifle hard round the mouth that suggested a spiteful and temprous nature ... a girl used to getting her own way perhaps, but for all that, she had a shapely body, her thighs full and good on the eyes.
"I can always go home again," she said as she stood up. I felt a pang of sorrow as her twat covered itself behind the crease of her shorts. I had truly seen right up her leg as it had dangled, and what I saw, I liked ... very much!
"Of course not ... I'm glad to have you," I told her with an embarrassed smile.
I was worried about the whole set-up; Dianne had obviously been sent by Miss Condor ... yet why should the lovely lady encroach on my spare time. Perhaps she did it because she felt I would be lonely in the house without my mother; yet I still wasn't happy.
"Will you stay the week-end?" I asked pleasantly.
"Would you like me to?" she responded.
"Please yourself," I assured her without malice.
"Alright ... I'd love to," she smiled.
'Then I must get some more milk," I said as I went out into the hall to get my coat.
"I'll come with you," she was beside me in a flash.
"It's silly for both of us to go," I smiled, "I can manage."
"Let me go ... you put the kettle on," she offered.
"Good idea ... I opened the door and off she trotted. I went straight to my mother's room and picked up the 'phone, dialed and then waited ... a woman answered the other end . . .
"Miss Condor please," I said feeling weak . . .
"Who is this?" the voice wanted to know, I told her and then waited...."Hello Shirley ... I hope this is important" Miss Condor said softly . . .
"I just wondered why you sent Dianne over here," I told her quietly ... the silence was more than a message to me...."Dianne? ... What Dianne?" ... hurriedly I told her of Dianne's visit. . .
"She's playing a guessing game ... but I have an idea ... now listen to me," she said...."here's what you are to do...."
When I put that phone down, I know I had a smile on my lips. Miss Condor had outlined a very good plan, and she assured me that she was pleased that I had checked. I had done the right thing. Unfortunately for Dianne, she did not realize we had a 'phone in the house or else I am sure she would never have left me alone.
I was glad I had taken the opportunity of checking, and yet it was a complete mystery where Dianne had gotten her information from regarding my visits to Miss Condor, or indeed what she hoped to gain by intruding on me for the week-end. One thing was certain, she did not know Miss Condor, and also she was playing guessing games by coming to me this afternoon. We had decided she was not to be disappointed!
She returned in a few minutes later with the milk, her face was flushed as though she had been hurrying, I noticed her eyes go around the room as soon as she entered and then she seemed to be on edge.
"Er ... Shirley; do you have a 'phone?" she asked.
"Yes" I replied simply, "do you want to use it?"
"I thought I'd ring my mother and tell her I'm here for the whole week-end" she said.
"Alright ... it's upstairs in my mother's room." I pointed up to the landing and showed her mother's room. She climbed the stairs and I watched the motion of her ass as it swayed from side to side with her ascending steps. I just could not help a smile of sensuous satisfaction crossing my lips as I hungrily watched her lovely figure.
When she returned I had a cup of tea waiting and handed it to her, we went into the sitting room and chatted about the office mostly.
"When did you see Miss Condor" I asked at an appropriate moment and as nonchalantly as possible.
'This morning" she lied, her answer coming pat.
"It was sweet of her to suggest you come over" I fell in with her.
"Yes, wasn't it?" she sipped the tea quickly.
"What do you suggest we do?" I wanted to know.
"Anything you like" she murmured her reply.
'The same as we would do if we were at her place?" I asked off-handedly.
"Oh yes, of course" she agreed readily, the eagerness unmistakable in her voice.
"I never had you down as one of us" I sighed.
"One of us what?" she said off guard.
"One of Miss Condor girls of course" I said.
"Well, I like a bit of fun too you know" she replied.
"Obviously ... you wouldn't have reigned five minutes with her if you weren't compliable" I told her.
"No ... you're absolutely right" she edged.
I saw her change from one ass-cheek to the other as she wriggled unhappily in her chair ... I am sure the unhappiness only came from the mystery of what took place at Miss Condor's house. She probably thought that Lesbianism was practiced there and that was all, but so far I had only vaguely referred to my sessions at the house, and I felt sure that I had introduced a deeper mystery into her mind and that she was very unsure of herself. She certainly had not expected things to progress the way they had, and the small gap of mystery had now transpired into a gaping hole of uncertainty.
"Who will be Mistress then" I asked briskly.
"Oh I don't mind ... you" she said hurriedly.
"Very well ... let's go upstairs" I said off-hand.
A light of pleasure danced across her eyes and she followed me into my neat bedroom.
"Hairbrush ... slipper or cane?" I could hardly stop the laughter bursting from my lips. Her face went several shades red and her eyes became big question marks ... I know she was astounded by my abrupt remarks.
"Anything you like" she almost whispered.
"Now come on ... if you were at Miss Condors you would have to make a choice and you know it" I teased.
"You choose" she said unhappily.
"Very well ... if I am to be mistress, you must remember you are the servant ... and you must never argue ... God in Heaven, how long ago since you played the game?" I pretended exasperation ... obviously in her mind she could only assume that what I was suggesting was what we played whenever I visited Miss Condor.
"I haven't played for two or three years," she said unhappily, I think she was on the verge of confessing.
"Oh dear ... well the rules now are that you must be absolutely obedient before we make love together" I told her ... she was inclined towards Lesbianism and that was certain, otherwise she would never have taken so much trouble to trace my evening excursions and then take the chance of coming over.
"Oh yes ... I know that" she lied again.
"Very well ... we start the game now," I assured her. Poor Dianne, her face was a mixture of sheer unhappiness and expectation of erotica. I suddenly saw her in a different light. I studied her and saw the sheer loveliness of her shapely body ... because of my pre-occupation with Miss Condor, I had never really been aware of the potentiality of spending an evening on the bed with Dianne, but now the truth of power I held over her seemed to eat into my very bones ... this lovely girl was all mine ... every inch of that magnificent torso and so overpowering was the surging thought that I felt my cunt become pronouncedly damp. I put my hands out and placed them on her shoulders, she jumped slightly but managed to keep her trembling body in check. I felt the soft flesh beneath her tight fitting sweater and I know that I just wanted her nude on the bed, her body spread-eagled enjoying the love I so badly wanted to give her. I imagined her in every shape and pose ... revealing and wanting to be seen, but I slowly pushed her back until the mattress touched her legs and she slipped silently and gracefully onto the bed. I continued pressing just above her tits and she laid her back on the coverlet. Her breasts pushed up tantalizingly, and I saw her pink tongue flick across her lovely mouth. I came down on her mouth with my lips parted, slowly and trembling, then softly our mouths entwined and our tongues, as though shy, tentatively pushed into each other's mouth.
She tasted so sweet ... and as she moaned I let my hands run slowly over her sweater feeling the bulging brassiere encased beneath. I felt the soft resilence of her titties and continued the caress, the palm of my hand held stiffly against the softness of her tummy immediately below her rib cage. It was easy to pull the sweater from her shorts and she raised no objection as I slowly pulled the garment up her body until her thrusting titties, covered by the brassiere were on display, the sweater hunched up under her arms. Her smooth flesh where the skin hugged her ribs tightly was ivory smooth, and my fingers lightly ran up and down her ribs, each upward caress getting nearer and nearer her bra.
'Take the sweater off," I whispered, my voice deep in my throat. She pulled the garment up in one swift complying motion. Her titties wriggled about with a strange excitement. I could see the upper swell easily, her brassiere was not the all covering type. Again she lay back and I kissed her adorable mouth. This was the first occasion in which I had ever led the proceedings, never had I taken but had always been taken ... and I was enjoying it!! I cradled her body in my arms, and when I felt the clasp at her back, I unhooked it and was pleased to see the resulting swell on her breasts. As I pulled the bra away, her splendid colored circles showed out perfectly and settled in the very center were the most attractive nipples ever. They were rock-hard and red, strangely contrasting with the milk whiteness of her titties. I cupped one hungrily into my hand and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure from Dianne ... I felt the nipple stiffen even harder and in my closed palm I nourished the titty and squeezed it hard. She gasped happily and then I brought the other up to my hot mouth and bit the nipple hard between my teeth. She arched her shoulders and the full splendor of her breasts was now before me, her head hung back, her titties thrust in surrender.
I was cramming as much of her breast into my mouth as possible, sucking and chewing and she squirmed. "All of me Shirley" she gasped in pained anxiety, "you must take all of me ... I need it badly now". Her voice was gasping and pleading, and I thrilled as I took her breast from my mouth and looked down at her carelessly placed legs. Just one button and a short zipper stood between her and nakedness ... I purposely took my time releasing the button, and then I slipped the zipper down ... she lifted her ass from the bed and I took the lower part of her shorts in both hands ... I watched her body as I uncovered it ... her bushy black pussy ... her cunt and then her thighs ... I was slipping her shorts off her ankles and a red faced Dianne waited as I inspected her nudity. As though in reverence, I knelt between her ankles and placed my lips on her cunt ... with my fingers I eased the soft lips apart so that I could see the secret inner pink flesh and the clitoris as it nestled stiffly. With two fingers, I plucked at the stiff organ and she hissed her breath in with a gasp ... then almost with softness I pulled the pliable lips apart and buried my face in her twat, and with my mouth I forced the Ups wider apart and happily lapped at her cunt ... I could hear her mewing softly. I felt her playing with her own tits as she expelled the air from her lungs like an exploding pump ... she was now forcing her thighs ever wider until they hardly touched my hand and I was free to do as I pleased.
I reached under her and drove my two middle fingers deep into her cunt and then as I played the muscled, channel with my hand, I suckled with my avid mouth. I was forced to press my forehead hard onto her bushy twat, otherwise she would have had me off the bed with her bumping, and then I heard her screech. It was just prior to my mouth being filled with her sweet hot orgasm, and then her legs clamped tightly, ensnaring my head hard up against her soft wet cunt.
We did not move for some minutes, her body was trembling furiously, but it slowly abated and she relaxed from her thighs. I disengaged my head and went to the bathroom to clean my face ... she followed some minutes later, and without exchanging a word, I left her to tidy herself up.
"I needed that badly" she said wistfully when she at last returned, her face glowing.
I glanced at my watch and saw that the time for the next part of the plan to be put into effect.
"Come, Dianne ... lay here" I patted the bed.
She stretched her lovely body the complete length, a look of mystery on her face. I turned her over and saw the smooth soft ass. I had her lay with arms and legs to the corners of the bed.
"What are you doing" she gasped as she started to rise.
"Lay down" I insisted as I playfully swatted her ass.
She complied and I tied her wrists and ankles tight to each corner, she was absolutely powerless.
"What are we doing now?" she asked, bemused.
"Hairbrush ... slipper or cane" I asked quietly.
I saw her breath catch in her body ... she had forgotten.
"Oh dear" she whimpered softly. My watch by now said five-thirty, and the bell should be ringing for the front door bell. Just then it did ring.
"Who's that?" she gasped and pulled on the cords.
"I don't know" I said tightly, "I'll just go see ... supposing it's the baker ... I think I'll invite him up" I teased her unmercifully.
"Please Shirley ... no" she gasped with renewed efforts at the bonds.
"Don't worry" I said soothingly.
I hurried downstairs as the bell rang again.
"Sorry you were kept waiting Miss Condor" I whispered. She pointed upstairs and her eyes asked the question. I just nodded and together, her lovely body leading, we went to my bedroom.
"Dianne ... a lovely surprise" T said with renewed pleasure "Miss Condor."
I saw Dianne groan and stiffen at the same time.
"You two have met" I pretended to Miss Condor.
"I don't think so" she said tartly, "when did we meet?" she asked the hapless Dianne.
"We haven't she broke down immediately.
"But Dianne" I gasped in feigned surprise, "how did you know of her?"
It soon came out ... she had guessed that my nocturnal duties covered more than just being maid, and she had easily found out who I was working for ... the rest she had played by ear. She leaned towards Lesbians herself, so knew that she couldn't go wrong.
CHAPTER THREE . . .
Miss Condor stood beside the trussed Dianne and studied the girl's shapely ass with interest.
"I think she has been very naughty," she remarked. "Well, at least she is in the prepared position to make retribution," I reminded her.
As I spoke, Dianne wriggled helplessly, her body writhing against the bonds.
"I am truly sorry," she tried to dodge the inevitable. "No doubt ... it was a very foolish thing to do," Miss Condor was determined not to let the position rest.
"Shirley, get me some pillows ... lots of pillows." I gathered all the pillows in my mother's room and together with my own they made quite a pile.
"Raise your middle" Miss Condor addressed the red faced Dianne, her tone one of impending disaster.
Unhappily and with plenty of hesitation, Dianne raised her ass and I thrust the pillows under her cunt area so as to raise the round buttocks into sharper proximity and attractiveness. Dianne's tits, too, were well clear of the bed and they hung down heavily; most attractive they looked too!
Miss Condor then told me to get some handkerchiefs and when I produced these, she folded them over tightly and told Dianne to open her mouth ... wider even ... and Dianne did as she was told.
The gag fitted perfectly and Dianne protested with throaty and near silent noises.
"Now let's really inspect her" Miss Condor smiled. I felt the tremors run through me as she gently plucked at the dangling tits, squeezing them and pinching the rapidly hardening nipples. I stroked the fully revealed cunt and felt the moistening effect immediately. I stroked the cunt as Miss Condor kneaded the tits. The effect on Dianne soon began to show. Unconsciously, she thrust her ass up farther and farther and then I placed my hands one to each cheek and eased her ass open.
The button of her asshole was like an open book. With her cheeks so widely spread, there was nothing now that we did not know about Dianne!! ! With my thumbs on the warm button of her ass, I placed my finger along the groove of her cunt and pulled the hot soft lips open wider and wider until the pink flesh was spread open as a flower.
"In my bag you will find something to put in there"
Miss Condor said as she pulled both tits.
I gazed in awe at the dildo. It was stiff and long and I could not help but caress the artificial cock as I took it back to the heaving girl on the bed.
"Now gently ... put it into her" Miss Condor said. My hands trembled as I pushed the unrelenting rubber against the taut cunt lips. Then I played with her cunt some more until in sheer desperation she relaxed and with the lubricant flowing freely from her twat, I pushed the dildo into her. I was amazed at the sight of her cunt hugging the 'penis' and how greedy her cunt seemed to be. It took some eight inches easily, then instinctively I pumped the dildo gently in and out, her cunt shaping to the movement.
Dianne was making animal noises into her gag, but they were of pleasure not distress. I then had to position myself so that the whole of her body was clear. I simply knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed and reached along the mattress to continue the artificial fucking and then I watched in horror as Miss Condor slowly beat Dianne's lovely ass-cheeks with a leather soled slipper.
Even as she slapped, Dianne's gags hardly continued the cries coming from her throat ... still it went on, not hard, course, but certainly methodical ... and then she gushed ... unexpectedly the orgasm burst from her like a stream and I could only kneel and watch entranced . . .
Miss Condor had left some hours before; I had released the blushing Dianne and come down the stairs, my head still full of the wondrous revelation of Dianne's blossoming cunt erupting so fully and completely. The phone rang and I went upstairs to answer it. It was Miss
Condor ... how was Dianne ... I didn't know, she hasn't shown her face . . .
"I'll tell you something, Shirley," she said.
"Yes, Miss Condor" I queried quietly.
"That naughty enjoyed every minute and everything ... all of it," she told me confidently.
"Do you really think so" I was doubtful.
"I'll prove it one day" she assured me, and I could sense that the woman must know what she was saying.
"See you Monday ... and do have a nice week-end."
I peeped into my room as I came from the 'phone, Dianne had tidied herself up and was laying on the bed ... nude, her breathing slow and very measured. I guessed she was asleep and tip-toed down the stairs and prepared some more tea. I had just finished pouring out the second cup when I heard Dianne calling me. I answered her and she asked for something to wear. I knew my mother's housecoat was on the bedroom door and I suggested that ... then she came down ... her face looked radiant and her eyes were sparkling.
"Bitches" she said without malice, a trace of a smile on her lips.
"Do you feel very sore?" I asked sympathetically.
"For a reply, she burst out laughing.
"My father has given me worse than that in less than half the time" she said with conviction.
"He has?" I was more than surprised.
"Of course . . .if I have deserved it, he has given it."
"Good heavens" I gasped. I thought that sort of thing went out with the Victorian Era and told her so.
"Nonsense ... he uses a strap too" she laughed again. I failed to see the humor and told her so.
'The funny point is that you looked so concerned" she told me, "but Daddy seems to enjoy seeing me take my panties down and then strapping my ass."
My head would have reeled under different circumstances, but I simply shook my head and we had tea.
"Where are you going for your holidays" she asked.
"I haven't the faintest idea" I told her, surprised at the sudden change of conversation.
"Would you like to come with me?" she asked.
"Who else is going," I wanted to know.
"Well ... I usually go with Terrissa, but she is going with her folks this year ... if I don't find somebody, I may be stopped from going."
"And where are we going," I was interested.
"We have a chalet ... the beach is most exclusive ... and we have to prepare meals for ourselves ... it is on the Cornish Coast near Travensmere ... very quiet and very undisturbed" she said, her voice suggestive and inviting.
"And you want me to come?" I asked for assurance.
"Yes, please ... very much ... and I'll do anything you say ... just anything at all.. , . promise" she emphasized. "If I refuse you anything at all ... then you can do what Daddy does," her eyes sparkled.
"Don't think that I won't," I warned her pleasantly.
"I would insist," she said throatily ... and as I looked at her, I knew that Miss Condor was right ... the naughty girl did enjoy it!
CHAPTER FOUR . . .
I had never realized that such a remote spot existed. There were miles and miles of sand, and set deep against the cliff, almost hidden unless you know it was there, was the delightful chalet. It had all the amenities, the electricity supplied by a small generator set in a small shed. The Chalet had been built for some Squire's daughter but she chose to spend her time on the Continent. Now Dianne's father was the Renting Agent and of course, his family had first choice. Only the sound of the sea could be heard at night, and this was never frightening ... it was so peaceful. For provisions we had to walk over seven miles, so we stocked up as much as we could.
For the first two days, we lounged on the hot sands and let our skin soak up the sun. Our nights were spent in twin beds, no move by either of us was made to alter the arrangement. It seemed we were so tired after the long day's heat and pleasant swimming. On the third day, we packed our small canvas bags and walked some miles down the beach. We found a private cove and hastily stripped completely, donned our bikinis and then raced into the sea. I watched Dianne and for the first time since arriving, a deep pang of strange need invaded my stomach that ran an erotic course to my cunt. She looked absolutely lovely, her legs uncovered and flashing down to the sea. Her ass just peeked from beneath the bikini and I realized mine must also be peek-a-boo. The bra on each of us were just slips of cloth that allowed more breast to show than was covered, but I was soon racing after her and we splashed about together.
We retraced our steps when we had finished in the sea. We held hands and I realized this was the first intimate action we had experienced since coming down here. By the time we reached the steep sloping sand dune, the grip with each other had tightened and our silence spoke volumes. It was by a mutual glance that we faced each other, eyes met and then with a sob our mouths met ... my hands and hers swept over the other's body, the bikini's were dragged remorselessly from our bodies in a frenzied attempt to strip off the other first. Then we fell to the sand, legs entwined our hands clasping hungrily at each other's titties. We spun top to tail, she hovering above me. Then the daylight was blocked out by her lovely ass as she descended to my eager mouth. The salt of the sea was still in her cunt hair and this only added spice to our hungry need. I felt her teeth on my soft cunt lips and arched my middle to meet her mouth.
For an eternity we lay there, each building up a fire in the other until an exquisite rapturous release of the lava flowed from us ... I tasted her and she was good ... so very, very good.
Slowly, Dianne eased from my body and rolled over to lay next to me; our arms around each other as our hard breasts mashed together. We spoke then, but it was lover's talk, kissing lightly at each other and letting our hands wander idly ... searching out the territory of our bodies. We sucked each other's nipples, then without haste walked to the sea in the nude and splashed about for some half an hour.
"We must have lost direction," Dianne was saying, a puzzled expression on her face.
"Why?" I wanted to know as I joined her.
"Well our bikinis are here ... but where are our clothes?" she looked about her. We searched the whole area but only our bikinis and towels could we find; in the end we admitted that our clothes had mysteriously disappeared.
"Now who would take our clothes?" I asked.
"I am more concerned about WHEN they were taken," said Dianne.
The point hit me like a sledge hammer ... supposing the sneak thief had taken them when we were cunt-sucking each other.. . ! ! ! I know my mouth came open stupidly ... surely not, how could they without us spotting them? ... I know I had kept my eyes closed all the time ... what about Dianne ... then we reasoned that if anybody had seen us they would certainly have interrupted our lovemaking ... but the mystery of the vanishing slacks and blouses remained unanswered that afternoon.
By the following morning, our fears of discovery had abated more than enough ... it must have been while we were in the sea, and with this thought, the nuisance of the thief was easily reconciled in our minds. By the time two more days passed, the incident was a closed book. We were checking our pantry. Several items needed replacing and Dianne volunteered to walk the two miles and catch a bus to the village ... I would prepare lunch.
Everything was ready for the oven; I had tidied myself up and the coffee was just right. I was wearing just shorts and blouse; no bra, no panties ... the freedom made us lax. At first I thought I was hearing things, I turned the radio off and then it came again ... someone was at the front door. We were so used to solitude that the fact of someone knocking shook me more than a little. I opened the door and saw a tall lady, her auburn hair and green, green eyes half smiling down at me. She was so stunningly beautiful that I could only just stand and rudely stare.
"Good morning," she smiled, "which one are you, ... Dianne or Shirley?" she said.
"Good morning ... er ... I'm Shirley," I replied in a state of sheer amazement.
"It's alright. I own this property and checked with the Agents to see who was occupying it at the moment," she explained and I stood to one side to let her enter. She wore very red slacks, but they showed her legs and ass perfectly; she was absolutely lovely and I felt awkward.
"Sorry to trouble you," she said as she accepted the coffee I offered, but the smile on her lips worried me and I did not know why.
"It's no trouble," I tried to be conversational. Then she did the strangest thing; she reached out quite nonchalantly and squeezed my titty. I jumped like a scalded cat, my face flaring up hotly ... she continued to smile and stood up close to me; I could not retreat any farther, my back was already against a cupboard. I placed my hands up at my breasts in protection.
"Come now, Shirley, show your titties to me," she smiled again. I just shook my head as wave after wave of shook me.
"Bet you do ... and everything else," she smiled. "No," I said weakly; she was too damned sure of herself.
"Would you like your clothes back ... I took them when you and ... what's her name ... Dianne were mouth fucking on the beach," she told me.
My face burned to boiling heat and I squirmed inwardly. So she had seen it all ... I had never felt so humiliated in all my life.
"And I'll tell you something else, shy Miss, by chance I had a very good Cine camera ... it had lot's of film ... and I used every frame on you two." As she spoke, my head reeled with horror.
"Now ... take your hands down ... I hate to threaten you with the film ... but I like girls, too, you know," she said archly. She held my wrists and gently lowered my hands to my side, then her palms were gliding smoothly up to my unbrassiered tits. I watched her in silence as she took them in her hands and squeezed softly, she tested the weight and smiled with approval.
"I am pleased we are going to see eye to eye." She left me standing there and returned to the table, "Come ... sit down," she said gently.
As though in a daze, I collapsed into a chair and sat looking at her with mixed feelings, her hands had seemed to kindle strange fires inside me and I had never known myself to respond to handling so quickly before. She had a strange knack with those hands ... and it frightened me ... I felt I should not have the strength to refuse her once she started to touch me again. I wanted her to and yet I was afraid she would ... a very strange dilemma was developing in my mind.
"Where is Dianne?" she asked quietly.
"She's gone to the village," I explained in a whisper.
"Then we shall wait until she gets back."
Unfortunately, we didn't wait ... before many minutes had elapsed, my strange visitor had come around the table and slipped her hand into my blouse and was holding my breast in her cool hand. I felt the firmness seeping into my titties, the nipple seemed like a hot piece of coal ... and when she slipped my blouse from my shoulder, I was unable to object or to resist her ... I did not realize I was doing so, but I arched my shoulders so that my titties stood out firm and high ... she ran her hands over them delicately at first ... then she whispered for me to stand up ... like a puppet I did so, she sat down and told me to lean down towards her ... my tits ... so heavy with longing by now, leaned forward too.
She cupped them in her hands and squeezed ... she rolled the nipples with thumb and fingers until I was gasping for breath. This had happened to me before, but never so expertly ... there was just something about her tutored hands and when she told me to take off my shorts ... I was like putty ... and unable to object from the collapse of my own willpower, I stripped my body clear. For a long time, never once letting up on her caressing of my tits, she sat looking at my golden bushy pussy.
"Kiss me Shirley," she said ... I leaned further forward to press my open mouth to hers ... her lips, soft and lovely encompassed my mouth and I felt the dampness flooding at my cunt ... and when her hand ran the length of my slit ... I ogled, groaned and begged all at the same time.
"Want me to stop now Shirley," she teased . . .
"No ... of no ... pleeeeeeease." I gasped as she delicately pushed her finger into my twat ... my legs went weak, and with one hand on my tits ... one finger jammed into my cunt she led me to the bedroom ... then I went to a state that I firmly believe Heaven to be like ... I floated a thousand miles into the Galaxy as two fingers, then three were pushed into my aching cunt ... I spoke to her and she whispered back ... she asked me all the obscene questions imaginable and I told her freely ... obscenely ... lat a lovely cunt you have," she whispered "Such a cunt ... fuck about with my cunt ... pleeeeeease ... squeeze my cunt ... force your hand into it ... aaaaaaaaaagh ... more ... harder ... cuuuunt ... it's yours ... you can own it ... I give it to you ... take it whenever you like ... open it wide pleeeease." I was gasping and rolling, I meant what I said ... I was determined that she would have no restriction with me ... anytime ... anywhere ... whatever you say." I promised ... and then I came with the most satisfying orgasm I have ever known ... it erupted in a continuous gusher, erupting like a deep well ... and to think I did not know this woman from Adam ... yet she had me in her spell completely . . .
We sat at the table, I nude and Nadia dressed. I was as stupid as you like. I must have been gazing with sheer rapture at her ... I know I made a fuss with Miss Condor, but she completely dominated me ... I had never been so completely captivated by a person. Her statuesque person held me in awe, and I think I must have fallen in love with her on sight. I felt I wanted to be rude for her, I wanted her to know that nothing was too much trouble, nothing too obscene for me to do. I wanted her to experiment with me, to play games with my body, and I told her so.
"Sometimes I play rough," she laughed pleasantly. "Oh, I do hope so," I retorted. "Have you always been so open?" she asked. "No ... usually I am pretty shy and timid" I answered honestly "but with you I feel ... well ... I don't know how to explain it ... I just want to do everything I can to please you; believe me, I have never held myself cheaply ... yet with you I feel that nothing would be too much. Silly isn't it? ... I've only known you two hours and yet you can demand more of me than any other person I know."
"Be careful, my pet," she said seriously, "you could suffer terribly" her voice was kindly.
"For you ... I want to ... I'd do anything to prove my feelings ... so long as it made you happy I would not give a damn," I squeezed her hand on the table. She smiled with her eyes and I saw the soft feelings of sentimentality in them.
"Look Shirley, my father is away at the moment. Why don't you come and stay with me for a few days ... I could get rid of the small domestic staff we keep and then you and I can spend a lot of time together," she offered.
"That would be marvelous," I cried happily.
"You'd have to behave yourself," she smiled with a knit of her eyebrows.
"Oh I would ... I'd behave in any way you wanted."
"And how about Dianne?" she asked quietly.
"Dianne...." I had completely overlooked the lovely girl. I chewed my lip with shame.
"We could take her with us ... she'd do anything for me," I told her.
"We shall see ... come here poppet," she directed. I walked towards her and she took my face in both her hands and pulled my lips to hers ... as we kissed again, the fire rousing in my veins, I felt her grasp my tits and squeeze ... hard ... harder ... and then she turned them slightly ... a fiery thrilling pain shot through them and I gasped against her mouth ... anybody else who had done that would have received a sharp screech and a rebuke ... but because it was Nadia I didn't want to!! !
"You liked that," she said suggestively.
"Yes...." I gasped throatily.
Her hand reached around my ass and her finger probed my asshole ... she shoved it in and I gasped. " ... and that," she asked . . .
"Yes ... yes...." I told her . . .
She turned me so that my ass was towards her...."Bend," she said quietly ... I bent at the hips ... lower and lower ... then her finger was riding in and out of my unprepared ass ... I thrust back onto my buttocks and permitted her the liberty ... her free finger rammed into my cunt and I put my elbows on the table for support ... then she withdrew and turned me again ... I leaned back across the table top, my ankles on the floor, my legs flung apart ... she took my hand and placed it on my cunt.. . "Play," she said sternly ... slowly I touched myself and then my knees drew up as I masturbated my clitoris.. .
"Alright, Shirley ... slow it down," she said, her voice full of satisfaction of my performance. She embraced me again and I felt full of strange erotic freedom ... I wondered if I had a perversion that had lain dormant and Nadia had brought it to the surface . . .
I was dressed by the time Dianne returned. I introduced Nadia and left them together for some quarter of an hour ... I was fidgeting wildly all the time I could hear their voices then they came into the bedroom. Dianne's face was a mixture of red and embarrassment, Nadia's face was a picture of delight.
"At first, Dianne didn't like the idea of me touching her white body ... but when I explained that I didn't want to implicate her friend or to reveal her secrets to her family and office, she thought better of it," Nadia said with triumph in her voice.
"Now Dianne ... let us have a look at you," she added. Dianne fidgeted about uncomfortably ... Nadia's hand snaked out and gave her slack covered ass a sharp slap . . .
"Take it all off," Nadia was delighted.
As Dianne peeled each garment from her body, her face grew redder and redder, she looked at me, a hopeless expression on her face.
"Go on Darling," I said softly, "show us what a lovely girl you really are," I encouraged.
As soon as she realized that I didn't mind, her attitude changed a little. She stood stripped and lovely ... she put her hands on her head and Nadia clasped her breasts delightfully ... as she turned them, Dianne's face showed semi-pleasure and she too arched her tits out fully ... her legs were trembling visibly and when Nadia's hand dived between them, Dianne thrust herself forward from the hips, a look of animal delight on her face.
"Mmmmmmmm ... ooooooher," she moaned happily and all of Nadia's fingers were stroking the outthrust cunt ... Dianne rhumba'd her hips back and forward until the sound of her juices could easily be heard squelching in her cunt ... her breathing was getting labored and then she collapsed in a tangled heap on the floor, her legs jerking and her fingers clasped to her cunt.. .
CHAPTER FIVE . . .
The Hall in which Nadia dwelt was set in a large park. Her father, being the Squire had inherited his residence from his ancestors since the days of the Conqueror; they were spacious grounds and the long winding drive of graveled stones took five minutes before getting to the front portals. The outside looked impressive, but inside, the furniture in the living quarters was very modern and up to date. In the spacious hall, armor of ancient days were placed in strategic positions ... and this armor was worn by Nadia's ancestors, she assured us. Everything was so massive. The ceiling seemed to reach up like a cathedral and one felt that one should whisper in case the echo thundered back ... it was very awe-inspiring. I unconsciously held Nadia's arm as a girl would hold her fianc''s as she took us on a conducted tour of the Hall. It had a Museum ... a Gallery of good paintings and several weapons as used by the predecessors, some of them were frightening, but I paid little heed ... we continued our discovery of the Hall. "Feel free to visit any part of the Hall," Nadia told us, "you must feel that you are our, or I should say, my guests ... it is reputed to be full of secret passages etc., but as a child I searched and couldn't find any. We have been searching since my Grandfather was a child, but nothing that we did not know about was ever revealed" she smiled.
We had our evening meal at seven, both Dianne and I prepared it from a well-stocked pantry ... we drank a good wine and I know I felt a trifle heavy when the meal was over.
"What are we going to do this evening?"
"You two are going to entertain me," Nadia said.
"What would you like us to do?" I asked.
"Well, I have thought it all out. First I want you Shirley, to make love to Dianne ... in any way you like ... while you are doing so, Dianne will explain out loud of course, what you are doing ... I want a very complete description ... understood?" she turned to Dianne.
"Understood," she replied slightly abashed. "Splendid ... let's go into the other room." We followed her into an ante-chamber and she draped herself on a large, soft-cushioned sofa.
"You can begin when you like," she announced.
On a small stage, raised from the floor, Dianne and I stood. There was a single bed with just one sheet covering the mattress and we stood by this ... I undid the buttons of her blouse and slowly eased it from her shoulders ... her brassiere was so wispy and then I was releasing the annoying clasp at the back.
"I am being kissed on the neck," she started to say as my lips pressed her neck beneath the ears. " ... now I am having my tits squeezed," her breath was getting short, her voice strangled, "now I can feel my nipples getting harder and harder ... they are being pulled from my body and my tits are being shaken by the nipples ... now they are being twisted and the shock runs from my titties down through my belly into my cunt passage ... how firm my titties feel," she gasped, "they feel on fire ... squeeze harder, precious love ... aaaaagher ... owowow ... now ... my ... skirt ... is being ... lowered ... my panties are being opened from the waist and the hand is stroking the flat of my belly ... eeeeeegher ... fingers are probing into my cunt ... eeeeeee ... aaaaaaher ... a hand is on my breasts ... squeeze ... pleeeease ... my legs are parted wide as possible and fingers are playing with my hot horny cunt ... I like it ... I want it ... ooouuuuurgh ... fuck about with me ... pleeeeeease ... ohohoho ... my tits are on fire ... now teeth at my nipples ... chewing them ... eeeeeeeeee ... oh ... heeeeeelp ... fuck me ... bite my cunt ... my cunt ... oh my cunt
... bite ... harder ... harder ... AAAAGHER ... shove something into it ... I feel the dam inside me holding back my creamy orgasm ... I want to come ... coooooome ... oh ... oh ... oh ... my ... cuuuuunt is liquid heat ... put your fist into it ... pleeeeeeease ... SCREEEEEEEEECH ... I'M COOOOOMIIIIIIING" ... I tasted the gushing liquid as she spawned her orgasm, her legs thrashed about and my wine affected head was buffeted ... her legs closed like a vice and she shivered her orgasm to quiet peace. Her body heaved like an animal after a long chase ... her eyes were screwed up tight and her own hands were clasping her tits in a fleshy ball ... her breasts were squeezing through her fingers, so tight did she clasp.
I sat with Nadia as we waited for the taut-nerved, Dianne, to come back to our plane, she was miles away in a dream world; she explained that she nearly always swooned when her orgasm was so thoroughly complete. Within a very short space of time, Dianne could be ready to go again, she once told me, and after living with her for a while, I believed her. Nadia said she was a Lesbian Nympho and this could be equally true. We left her like that and went upstairs to Nadia's bedroom ... it was like a palace ... the furniture was of the very best design and quality and I was completely over-awed by so much majestic perfection.
"And how about you ... how do you feel?" she asked as she closed the door behind her.
"Hot," I smiled back at her.
"Get undressed and then into bed," she told me.
I slipped out of my clothes, Nadia vanished behind a screen ... I was thrilled to feel that somehow I was going to see her stripped ... the very thought had me feeling horny! ... she stepped out at last and I gasped in sheer adoration. Her breasts were not overly large, but they were firm and rode on her chest magnificently. Her long tapering legs were lush columns of beauty, and the fiery bush of auburn-red hair nestling at the top of her legs made her look perfect. She bent over one of the drawers, I could see her cunt immediately below her shapely ass and when she stood up she held a dildo strapped to a belt. I stared entranced as she straddled the belt around her waist and her pussy was covered by an enormous false prick.
She left only one shaded light on, and then she was climbing into the bed where I lay trembling with anticipation. Her lips met mine, and as before, I warmed to her ... she was soft and yet firm ... her hands cupped my breasts and squeezed harder and harder, I felt the dummy cock, cold, rubbing against my thigh and then I was completely lost in a thrilling wonder of the perfect lover.
She teased my accessible cunt as I opened my legs even wider ... and then she was slipping between my thighs ... I trembled just once and then I held the dildo against my soaking wet cunt ... it slipped in easily. My virginity had been stolen by Miss Condor ... and as it rode up my passage, I arched my back upwards ... I felt her teeth on my nipples and then she seemed to have the measure of my cunt. Our breasts touched, hers finely firm and then I clasped them in my hot hands to knead them. . .
I was floating again ... the mattress beneath me seemed to transform into a cloud ... my fingers traced up and down Nadia's spine and ass ... touching and feeling ... holding her sweet ass and squeezing in a strange happiness of delight.
The dildo continued making it's impression high up in my belly and the muscles in my cunt hugged it ever tighter to me ... I felt the pool of erotica saturate my reason ... then it started to ferment into a rising flood ... her lips and mine were glued together in a tight clasp of pleasure, her ass-cheeks rose and fell in a constant, unchanging rhythm so that at last I was riding up to meet every down thrust ... my cunt was like fire, my breasts felt twice their size and full ... then I was uttering endearments and promises as my twat writhed against the blocking dildo.
I bucked madly as sheer heat erupted from me ... a lava of love-juice dispensed from my body and the low moan starting in rny throat became a wailing shriek of pleasure as she speeded up the fucking to drain me dry ... I just lay gasping, my body wet with perspiration of my own efforts and then I felt all strength flood away from me. I went straight out like a light and into a fitful and dreamless sleep. I remember hearing Dianne's voice and also Nadia replying. Then Nadia rose from the bed and the space she left caused the cold night air to rush in. I clasped the sheets and blankets about me and then went off to sleep again,. . then I awoke as Nadia got back into bed, I felt the fur of her cunt tickling my ass, and before I could scratch it away, I was asleep again.
I don't know how tired I must have been, but when I awoke next day, the sun was well up in the sky and the bed was empty. I reached out and grabbed a robe, put it around me and with mules on my feet shuffled to the bathroom. What sweet relief!! ! ! I hurriedly bathed and feeling wide awake went downstairs. The living room door was open and I could hear voices coming from the other side. The big clock chimed three o'clock and I realized I had slept well into the afternoon. I was about to push the door right open when I hear Dianne's voice pleading!
"Please ... please," she was saying. "I'll do anything ... just try me ... honestly."
I decided to eavesdrop further and put my head so that I could see into the room. I had a shock. There was Dianne, dressed in panties laying the length of a platform bench. It was a seat really with no sides, back or front. Her hands ran the length above her head and they were strapped there, her legs were on either side of the seat causing her middle to be parted and her ankles too were strapped.
Nadia, dressed in johphors and tight sweater was seated on the edge of the table looking down at her lovely victim ... in her hand she held a ruler some eighteen inches long and she just tapped the up-thrust naked nipples of Dianne's tits, not hard, just taps. This continued for quite some time, up and down her belly the ruler tapped it's way sometimes touching the waistband of the panties.
"Lower," Dianne gasped ... then her cunt was tapped ... it was an exquisite exhibition of tap-caresses. "My panties ... please remove them ... pleeeeease ... I beg you," she gasped. Nadia grabbed the panties and jerked them with one rip from Dianne's body ... then the tapping continued and I saw Dianne actually squirm in a fascination of pleasure each time the ruler lightly tapped her cuntie. Then, I could hardly believe it, she actually screamed for harder smacks as a stream of urinated come emitted from her straining body.
CHAPTER SIX . . .
The awful truth regarding Dianne came as a shock to me. I knew that all loving involved a little "smack and tickle", and when she revealed that the harder the blows came the better, I was dumbfounded. Her willingness to be beaten attracted the strange instinct in Nadia and they spent a lot of time together. So much so that I slowly became the third man out, and this saddened me more than a little. I was genuinely in love with Nadia and my sadness turned to deep jealousy. Hadn't I promised her complete and selfless devotion to anything she wished ... I had openly and unconditionally given myself to her ... to play with ... to toy with if she desired. And yet, a. rare quality of willingness that existed in Dianne appealed to the Squire's daughter. I found myself trying to creep up on them to see what they were doing, and if I discovered them making love, the misery of my jealousy caused me untold agony.
I was strolling through the woods adjoining the Hall one day, just aimless strolling, my mind full of bitter sadness and hoping that Nadia would miss me just a little. I dreamed of situations where I lay dying and only she would save me. I imagines all lovers have these dreams, yet in my mind I spurned her ... and in the reality of my heart, I knew that she would only have to snap her fingers and I would go running like an overjoyed puppy. I stopped suddenly and cocked my head. Someone was prowling in the woods; I froze as a statue ... there were voices and small laughter. It could be Nadia and Dianne, but it was too far away for me to be sure. Choosing my steps carefully to avoid twigs, I gradually crept towards the happy chatter and laughter. It was them ... I was never surprised at anything the bizarre couple got up to and I pretended a sham disgust ... right out there in the open too!! The grassy glen was soft and mossy, Dianne, naked again was on her knees and she was actually playing lip service to Nadia's cunt. Her front was gaping open and her legs were standing wide apart.. .
"Suck my little bitch," she said as Dianne clasped the bared thighs; I could feel the flame of pure jealousy that shot through me, Nadia was thrusting her hips forward, the skirted dress flared open wide so that her ass-cheeks were showing, and Dianne kneeling, stark naked mouthing Nadia's cunt. In my pained miser, I leaned against a tree and moaned with torment. Suddenly, Nadia's hips jerked wildly and I knew that Dianne was drinking the nectar of Nadia's orgasm. Nadia grabbed the black locks of Dianne's head and pulled her hard to her front and rubbed her lovely face all over the hot damp cunt. As Nadia thrust the kneeling girl from her, Dianne sprawled her length along the grass and stayed there while the older woman adjusted her dress. The sinewy gyrations of Dianne's body as she slowly stood upright, her face red with her sexual interlude, caused her breasts to wiggle deliciously and I felt my own cunt start getting wet. I slowly retraced my steps away from the glade and returned to the Hall. The sight that I had just witnessed caused me to have mixed feelings of a deep craving and also a deeper sense of jealous hatred.
I closed my eyes as I heard bared feet climbing the stairs. I did not feel like holding any conversation with Dianne. Once she had been a very special friend, now I could only feel a deep hate. I heard her enter the room, call my name quietly, then go into the bathroom. I visualized having a session with Nadia in which I abused her and her telling me how sorry she was, but it wouldn't work, I assured myself, they had gone too far. I'd pack my things and go ... to hell with them, I thought.
"Hey sleepy head!" Nadia had entered the room unheeded. I opened my eyes slowly, trying to give the impression of just waking. I refused to smile!
"What time is it?" I asked as I stretched a yawn.
"Time you were up and out," she replied. "Where's Dianne?" I was only making small talk. "I believe she's in the bathroom," she said. At that moment, Dianne came out of the bathroom and stepped into the bedroom ... as was her wont lately, she was stark naked.
"Why don't you put something on," I snapped unreasonably, anger in my voice.
She looked at me startled, her eyes wide. "I've just had a bath ... do you mind?" she quipped. "When you're at home, do you walk about stark naked immediately you've had a bath?" I asked her angrily. "Not always," she said, surprise still in her voice. "Only when Daddy's around I suppose," I said cryptically.
Her face went a deep red and she set her jaw. "What do you mean by that?" her voice held a threat. "You told me you enjoy Daddy's treatment of your ass," I told her mockingly.
"That's enough," Nadia snapped before Dianne could reply.
Dianne clenched her fists so that they showed white. "You bitch ... you dirty little bitch," she hissed. "I said enough," Nadia stood upright, her emerald green eyes blazing with anger.
"Don't worry ... I'll not upset her again," I said as I jumped out of the bed, "I'm packing my things."
"I'll help you," Dianne said her words syrupy. "I've just had them laundered ... I don't want to have to clean your filthy hand marks from them."
Nadia's hand snaked out and my face stung, before I could gather my senses, the other side was treated the same. I flew into a rage in which all my petty jealousies boiled up. I threw myself at Nadia and caught her unaware, she thumped onto the floor and I was sitting astride her, punching and yelling ... I grabbed her auburn locks and banged her head on the rich carpet.
" ... and ... you ... keep ... your ... filthy ... hands ... off ... me . . . , " I screamed.
I felt my own hair pulled sharply and it was my turn to straddle across the floor. Dianne had seen the situation getting out of hand and did the only thing she could. She jerked me forcibly away. Nadia was up in a second, her face was contorted with uncontrollable rage . . .
"Bitch ... blonde, filthy, whoring bitch," she half screamed; I jumped up, but my wrists were grabbed and suddenly I was doubled up as my shoulders screeched in pain. My arms were right up my back, the natural re-action was to bend. My two thumbs were held in Nadia's one hand. She slapped by bent ass hard with her free hand, I struggled against her vice-grip and tears of humiliated rage ran down my face. I felt a cord being ties around my thumbs and then secured.
Despite my struggles, she managed to slip the cord around my elbows and tie them together, I was powerless to stop her and my breasts jutted out painfully, then they let me stand up. I glared in fury.
"Now pretty Miss temperamental, perhaps you'll simmer down," Nadia said, her voice controlled. I was breathing heavily and clamped my mouth tight.
"Dianne ... fill the bath with cold water," she said. I creased my forehead, but it was clear what she intended. After five minutes Dianne returned, her face flushed with pleasure.
"Ready," she announced happily, a sneer crossed her face as she looked at me.
"Come on," Dianne grabbed my elbows and lifted them away from my body, I creased up protestingly.
"No," I screamed when we got into the bathroom.
"Yes," Nadia argued through clenched teeth.
My night wear was ripped from my body and then they toppled me in ... my arms were under me and I thrashed about in the cold deluge ... my breath just wouldn't come and in the end I gasped air into my lungs, then Nadia pushed my head under, I swallowed most but came up sputtering as they stood laughing at my discomfort.
"It's ... it's ... cold," I gasped breathlessly.
Then they would warm it up, Nadia promised.
I was dragged from the cold bath, and with my resistance at it lowest ebb, Dianne jerked my bound wrists and I fell ass up across the bathroom stool. The next five minutes were too horrible for words ... my shapely ass was flicked at by a towel, Nadia knew this one like a fine art, constantly the towel was flicked with a cracking sound across my bent ass and I yelled the place down.
"Turn her over," she snarled ... and Dianne did so.
My back was on the stool now, my breasts thrusting upwards and then the biggest horror of all, my tits were warmed in the same way! I just broke down and sobbed bitterly, and then Dianne was helping me to my feet, hastily undoing the knots.
Crying with deep sobs, I rushed from the bathroom and locked the door, threw myself onto the bed and cried myself to sleep.
They woke me several times with their knocking, but I refused to listen, then at last, my body stiff and aching I got up from the bed and studied myself in the mirror. There were very slight bruises on my breasts, but my backside was a deep, deep red. I prepared my two piece costume and then dressed slowly, packed my suitcase and went down the dark staircase. As I opened the front door, Nadia called out.
"Shirley." It was soft and somewhat contrite.
"Yes?" I turned slowly and I know my eyes showed the unforgiving relentlessness that I felt.
"Come in for a minute," she said softly.
"No, Nadia ... I'm leaving this Palace of Horrors." I told her. "Obviously, you and Dianne have something in common ... it isn't my type of life."
"You would have suffered that gladly some days ago," she said wistfully.
"Perhaps." I refused to budge or be badgered.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To the Police," I said simply and opened the door another inch.
"Going to tell them everything," she said, her voice slightly mocking.
"Yes ... everything," I told her.
"And how about that day on the beach ... I'll have to show them the film," she played her trump card.
"I hope you do ... it will bear out what I shall tell them about you blackmailing me into coming here." I saw her eyes falter, she hadn't expected that.
"And how about Dianne?" she said, "I have her as a witness."
"And you will tell them I lent myself to your little game?" I sneered.
"I shall certainly tell them you were a willing party," she replied.
"You just do that ... we'll see who gets believed in the Court ... I don't think you'll stand a chance when they see the lumps and bruises on my breasts ... and you and Dianne can swear your lives to hell."
I made every word bear weight, and by the look in her eyes, I know I had called her bluff ... and won.
CHAPTER SEVEN . . .
I slammed the big door as I left. A moon as bright as day shone over the grounds and I stepped out as briskly as I could under the painful circumstances. By the time I reached the main gates, I knew that Nadia was following. She called out to me and I stopped and waited. The victory for me had now gone; I suppose Nadia was right, if it had been me she had fostered instead of Dianne, I would have let her do the spiteful things if it pleased her, but hate had tempered my reason ... and despite myself, I knew that deep down I was really very much in love with her. Nothing kills the strength of that kind of love.
I stood waiting for her to catch up to me, a look of annoyance on my face, purposely set of course!!
"Shirley," she was breathless. "Please don't go." Her arms went about me and I had to steel myself from melting there on the spot.
"It's no use, Nadia," I said reproachfully.
She cupped my chin in her hand and forced my face upwards gently . . .
"What would I do without my lovely Shirley," she said softly and pecked at my lips.
"The same as you have been doing without her," I said without trying to move my face from her hand and swallowing the lump of self-pity that rose in my throat. She continued to look into my eyes.
"Supposing I say I'm sorry," she kissed my nose.
"Just supposing, Nadia ... why, why did you hurt me so cruelly." The tears overflowed from my dam of resistance and I felt them rolling down my face. Her arms swept me to her. I could feel her breasts crushing against my face as I continued to cry helplessly . . .
"Come home, lovely girl," she said as she kissed my face softly, "please come home. I am deeply in love with you ... perhaps I wanted to make you jealous ... don't all lovers do that?" she whispered.
I picked up my case and, with her arm around me we walked back slowly to the Hall ... my heart was bursting with pleasure!
Dianne was still seated in an armchair when we walked in from the hallway. She stood up and although her smile was uneasy, the relief on her face showed through.
"I'm sorry," she said fervently; we hugged each other but the pain in my breasts caused me to "ouch" slightly and they noticed it right away. Nadia gave me a very stiff Brandy and I sipped it gratefully..
For an hour we smoothed away the awkward surface by chatting about everything and anything, but two brandies each later, the upset of the afternoon was ancient history. We turned in, but I had had sufficient sleep for a week so just lay there, truly pleased that I hadn't left them and listened to Nadia's gentle breathing as she slept. I must have dozed slightly because I next remember the clock downstairs striking eight o'clock. Nadia was just entering the room and she was dressed and bathed.
"How do you feel," she asked with a smile.
"Fine," I assured her.
"Let me see the damage," she suggested, and pulled the sheets down to the bottom of the bed.
I lay perfectly still as she raised my shortie nightie and studied my slightly bruised breasts.
"Here-I've brought some cream. It'll help."
I lay basking in the attentions of her hands as she applied the soothing balm to my titties. My nipples rose up inquiringly and as her hands fluttered softly across my breasts, so I began to feel horny.
"Turn over," she said after the cream had sunk in.
Lazily I did so, my head on my arms. I felt her tug my brief nightie panties down my legs and raised my ass until my cunt was free of the thin material. I sighed happily as she soothed the redness from my ass by long caressing massages, the cold cream an immediate relief to the smoldering fire still burning.
"By tomorrow night, this will all be gone."
"As quick as that?" I asked, turning to see her.
"Oh yes ... this is the finest cream you could have."
For some minutes she kneaded the soft fleshy ass and by the time she had finished I felt truly fine.
"I have to go away for the day," she suddenly said.
"Where are you going?" I was perturbed.
"Not far ... but I'll leave you and Dianne to carry on without me ... consider the place yours, nobody will interfere with you. There are no visitors expected ... so have a good time. Dianne will bring your breakfast up in a minute," she promised.
Nadia called out good-bye and I heard her car pull away from the front door. I lay back and closed my eyes, the soothing cream was like an ether to me and I dozed slightly.
"Breakfast!" Dianne was coming in with a tray of eggs and toast ... it smelt good.'
I drank some coffee and ate some toast; I was very hungry.
"Anything else you want?" she asked nicely.
"I don't think so ... wait a minute, there is something." I had an idea!!
"What's that?" she asked innocently.
"You ... I want you," I smiled.
"You'll always have me," she said softly.
"Mmmmmm ... yes, take your clothes off," I told her as I smeared marmalade on toast impersonally. She slipped out of her garments slowly and artfully.
"That's better.. . " I reached out and fondled her pubic hair and cunt area.
"Mmmmmm ... I like that," she sighed.
"I'll bet ... now you carry on."
Her face reddened a trifle but she took up the position where my hands had left off and I watched her fingering her own cunt.
"We shall do lots of things today Dianne," I told her as she finger-fucked her cunt. "Yes" was all she could gasp...."yes" . . .
"Stop," I said authoritatively. Her hands ceased. I told her to kneel astride me, she climbed onto the bed and placed her knees one under each of my arm pits. "Lean back." Slowly she leaned her graceful body backwards until her back was on my legs. I had the best possible view of her delightful cunt. Her knees spread wide and just a foot away the hole to all her joy!! ! I pushed my thumbs against her cunt and eased it apart. Her soft flesh revealed itself to me.
I idly massaged the clitoris and felt her stiffen along the length of my legs. It was nice just to stroke and touch her freely, the mass of cunt hair showed the mound perfectly and I had an inclination to flick the clitty ... holding my middle finger against my thumb, I suddenly directed a sharp flick against her open cunt. She jumped slightly, but said it was nice!! I did it some more ... and then I really did handle her cunt lips. After several minutes, I knew her every wrinkle by sight and touch!! ! Inside and out!! ! She was gasping and writhing by now and I picked up the long elegant salt shaker and pushed it into her cunt forcibly ... Dianne raised her body against the welcome intrusion and then I was fucking her hard with the false prick. She squirmed and wriggled, her body arching to get a greater sensation and as I gripped the shaker with one hand, so I rubbed the clitty with the other. Dianne was going through the joys of erotica ... her eyes were screwed up tight and her hands gripped her own tits in a grasp of abandoned lust.
I watched her very closely and as she started to go into the throes of orgasm, I stopped abruptly. Her hips continued thrusting about and her breath rasped in her throat.
"Pleeeease...." she gasped. "Pleeeeeease ... don't stop ... PLEEEEEASE," Her voice raised in a shriek of pleading; I continued, but slowly.
"Faster ... pleease ... dooo ... it ... faaasteer," she panted, her hips thrusting out obscenely.
"Only if you give me a reward," I teased.
"Yes ... yes ... anything," she promised.
"Anything," I emphasized happily.
"Yes ... don't stop," her voice chided.
"I want your asshole ... all to myself ... to do things to," I said, purposely making my voice evil and crafty.
"Of course ... anything you like," she said.
"Good." I rubbed her cunt brutally hard and she shot her love-juices all over the sheets!!
We both stood watching the cold water gush into the bath ... Dianne unhappily, I pleasure-filled.
"In you go," I nudged her disregarding her pleading eyes and she stepped one foot in and withdrew.
"Go on Dianne," I said and nudged harder. She slipped in nicely and I was slightly wet as she lay awkwardly gasping in the icy bath.
"P ... P ... P ... LEEEEEASE," she gasped. "Pleeease let me out." Her skin was turning a lovely pink.
"In a minute," I promised playing with her titties.
"I'll do anything you ask," she emphasized.
"Then stay there," I said spitefully.
Unhappily she lay her length in the bath and I waited for the whole of her body to turn pink.
"Now get out," I directed her.
Slowly she rose, her breathing coming with difficulty.
"Over the stool, my pretty," I said meaningfully.
Dianne did not argue, her lovely ass was bent around.
"Alright darling, I was only kidding ... get up," I laughed at her, "revenge time over."
"No Shirley," she said without moving, "I insist that you punish me ... it would help clear my conscience."
"You need have no worries, Dianne ... it's all in the past now ... just get up."
Reluctantly she did so, I was a wee bit surprised.
"That wasn't very fair," she chided.
"Come on ... let's do some fucking. I kissed her lightly as she dabbed her body with a towel.
I found the dildo and strap and for all the afternoon we each wore it and pushed it deep into each other's cunt until there was enough love-juices on the sheets to please a sheik.
CHAPTER EIGHT . . .
Thank Heavens, we caught a taxi easily as we emerged from the station. London smelt awful and clammy after the purity of Cornwall. We were thrown several suggestive glances but this was common place among the riff-raff hanging around Main Line Stations. I closed my eyes as the cab drove through the Park and speeded homewards. We had come home a day earlier to avoid the bustle of returning holiday makers. Both Dianne and I remained silent. We drove through Chelsea and I found myself glancing at the short-skirted sweeties that walked the streets.
"Take one home with you," Dianne smiled.
"Don't think I wouldn't like to," I replied.
"You're getting to be quite the Dyke," she said, and her voice was serious too.
"Do you honestly think so," I was amazed.
"Well ... in the last two weeks your outlook has certainly changed from being sweet and innocent to overbearingly boorish," she told me.
"Blame yourselves for that ... you two certainly taught me a thing or two ... I think my ass has only just heeled up," I reminded her.
"I don't think mine ever will," she said softly.
"Balls, you asked her to do it," I told her.
"Yes ... but that bloody riding crop," she whispered. I saw her wriggle in her seat at the memory.
"Now she really is a bitch ... a lovely bitch mind, and something attracts me to her ... but she's a bitch for all that." I stubbed the cigarette out.
"Your street hasn't changed much," she said as we pulled into the curb. I stepped out and looked up and down the road as one does returning home.
"Come on ... bring the bags," I opened my purse.
"There's something about coming home," she said in the darkness of the passage.
"Yes, I suppose you are right." I sighed as the vision of Nadia crossed my mind and a stab of pain hit my heart. I was missing her like hell!!
"You thought a lot of Nadia didn't you?" she asked filling the kettle at the same time.
"I still do," I said bitterly, angry that Dianne had so correctly interpreted my thoughts.
"Do you really think she'll write?"
"I don't know ... I just don't know ... put two sugars in mine." I lit another cigarette.
Dianne was staying with me until mother came home at the end of the week; but I wasn't really interested in paying court to her.
"Why don't you visit Miss Condor," she suggested.
"Ugh ... don't make me ill," I spat.
"Do you ... do you honestly mean to tell me that she has no interest for you," Dianne gasped.
"Right now ... no thank-you," I grimaced.
She sat and stared at me, her mouth open in shock.
"Crumbs ... you really do have it bad," she murmured.
"Alright ... let's drop it," I said irritably.
That night, I insisted, I would sleep by myself. I tossed and turned restlessly ... every time I dozed, the lovely vision of Nadia came into my mind. I thought of her in every way she had revealed herself to me. Nadia the lovely, Nadia the tempestuous and Nadia in every mood imaginable. Yet in my heart of hearts, I loved her deeper than any man could love. I'd surrender myself to her, with pleasure and our last night together, I had proved in every possible way how much I felt for her ... I went on my knees of my own free will and told her that she could do as she liked with me ... so long as we were together and so long as it made her happy ... and I truly meant it ... and she had made love to me the whole night through ... my body had been completely fulfilled by her able hands and body, her lips and fingers had caressed me and even as I dozed, my sobs begged for her to return.
The headache I had the following day was king-size and I realized I was running a high fever. My body had perspired in my agony for the lovely Nadia and I awoke with a deep sigh of sorrow and longing. This state lasted for two days, and Dianne was a truly wonderful friend. How that poor girl suffered ... and not once did she complain; and when my mother returned, Dianne had the place as spotless as a new pin. And Mother, God, how she did babble ... on and on about the holiday she had spent at Auntie's place ... we did this, we did that ... and Mrs. So and So ... yakkity-yak, on and on. I am sure Dianne was bored to the teeth and of course, we suffered the photographs!! Aunty and Mom on the beach, Aunty and Mom in the Garden ... in the end I tossed them on the table . . .
"Exactly the same as last year, Mother," I said trying not to sound malicious.
"Oh, Shirley ... you should have come with me."
"No thank you," I said emphatically.
"Aunty would like me to go and stay with her for good." My mother misinterpreted my interest for concern, I am sure she did.
"Well, I think you ought to go," I enthused.
Mother, for once sat dumbfounded, her mouth agape. "Oh yes ... and what would you do?" she asked.
Why do mums think we are useless without them?
"I'd move out of London," I said quietly.
"Where?" she wanted to know. Mother may have been a fuss-pot with 'Aunty' but she had all her faculties.
"Cornwall," I said without hesitation. "Give me the chance," I breathed, "just one chance."
"Have you met a young man down there," she asked.
"Don't be so revolting," I said angrily.
"Revolting? ... What's revolting about a girl meeting a young man. I'd have you know your father'. . . "
"Alright mother ... we'd rather not hear about your courting days, thank you ... chaperones and things," I said spitefully.
"Shirley," she burst out, "Have you got yourself involved?" she stood up.
"Mother," I was exasperated. "No man has so much as seen my cunt ... let alone fucked me!" I was determined to shock her. She was being silly.. . 'got involved' indeed ... with a man?? ! ! !
"That's vulgar," she remonstrated.
"And so was your bloody stupid suggestion," I raved.
She drank the remainder of her tea that had cooled by now and Dianne, fidgeting like mad was pleased for the excuse to go to the kitchen for more.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly. I felt tears spring to my eyes, "seriously I am." I went to her and kissed her delicate mouth, "you're my wonderful mother and I do feel mean when I hurt you so ... but I think you should think of retiring gracefully. You and Aunty are two wonders together ... anyway, it would help her to have a younger person around."
My mother, like most people, adored flattery, but I had not intended to flatter purposefully.
"And what will my baby do in Cornwall," she asked.
"There is work there," I assured her.
"Darling, everybody would like to stay permanently at a place that they have enjoyed a holiday ... you'd find it different without the holiday crowds."
"I could be a Secretary there ... there are large Estates to run ... I could be a secretary to an Estate Manager," I told her emphatically.
, "We'll talk about it some other time," she said as she collected up her holiday things and climbed the stairs ... my mom!! ! !
I couldn't be bothered to visit Miss Condor. I wrote her a sharp short note, telling her I was terminating my 'service' with her and popped it in the letter box. She never did reply ... and I didn't look for one; she was banished from my mind. Every day I searched the mail for a letter from Nadia, but none came, and instead of forgetting her, I grew gradually worse. Dianne and I went out twice a week to have a drink at the local bar and we could dance together without any eyebrows being raised. We danced with young men of course, but we managed to repel their obvious passes. After one of these dances, a whole gaggle of girls said they were going to a party. Dianne and I would like to go?? No thanks, we told them, acne faced boys etc. Not-likely.
"Ain't no men," a young girl said, her voice shocked, it's a sort of hen party."
"Where?" we asked, our voices superior. "My sister's place ... smashin' time," she said.
"Are you going?" I asked the exuberant girl.
"Of course ... wanna come?"
A hen party? Why not! We'd love to come.
Both Dianne and I were both surprised at the place; the sister was a divorcee and the sucker of a man had been stung but good. It was a marvelous apartment, but the sister? My God, a real whore ... over-painted and over-busted. She loved having kids around her, she was . . . 'have a drink and get merry' type. But it was a fair party, I'll give her that much and we ate, we drank and we danced. The number was just about right. "Let's play some games," the girl who had invited us suggested.
"Musical Chairs," I suggested sarcastically.
"Don't be dopey," she said, superiority oozing out.
"What games would you like to play," big sister asked.
"Strip and tell ... something like that."
"I pricked my ears up and eyed this youngster.
"Strip and kiss?" big sister nearly swooned!! !
"Something like that," the youngster insisted.
"We're all girls here," big sister looked around for emphasis and proof.
"That's why I suggested it," the other said, disgusted.
"You'll end up like one of them Lesbian birds."
"A bloody good job too ... at least I won't have a lump on my gut like you got," the girl retorted.
"Here ... here ... do you mind?" Big sister was flabbergasted and went several shades red, and with all that chocolate fat face, there was a lot of red. I suppose we had all drunk more than usual, and the Gin was still coming ... we fell in with a laugh.
"Now follow me," little girl said.
She took her sweater off, her breasts were bigger than I had thought. Some removed sweaters, others removed blouses ... we all stood in bra ... she was singing some bawdy song that fitted the stripping action and before you knew it, we were all standing in panties ... laughing at ourselves. My mouth watered, the breasts on display were magnificent.
"And the panties follow too," she sang ... and they did ... about twenty girls of all shapes including Dianne and I stood stripped to the skin.
"Now don't panic," she laughed and to continue the game we all stood against the wall, except for big sister, she sat in a chair staring drunkenly at so many pussies and tits.
"Close your eyes," said the young leader. We closed them ... God the room reeled around, I am sure I was drunk as blazes. "Don't open them and see if you can remain standing," she shrilled.
I thought I heard the door open, but I didn't care ... then my breasts were being squeezed ... I opened my eyes and there stood a leather-jacketed youth. The scream stuck in my throat ... that little bastard bitch ... I'd flay her alive ... the room was full of men from Motor Cycles, they all wore the same gear.
"Get your dirty rotten hands off," I gasped and smacked his face hard.
"Temper, temper," he laughed at me ... then he smacked my face ... God how my head reeled. The room was in a state of uproar ... some twenty louts had walked in on twenty stripped girls, well what do you expect to happen. There were hoots and raucious laughter and through the haze I saw girls being fucked there and then, and they were enjoying it too. I felt that my world had gone completely mad and then he ran his hand hard on my cunt and I froze. I beat him with clenched fists but the leather of his coat hurt me more than I hurt him. He bore me down and my ass hit a low coffee table. With his brutish knees he spread my leg apart and I screamed as he unzipped his trousers ... his prick was thick and long and as his hands gripped my breasts I screamed again in agony ... I was still thumping at his shoulders when he seemed to float off my body and I saw the uniform. There had been such a racket, that some far sighted neighbor had called the police. They had turned up in force, Alsatian dogs too and the last I saw of Wonder Boy, he was trying to hit a policeman with a chair and then a truncheon catching him just right. He hollered loud and went down.
From that chaos, a detective managed to restore some order and we dressed after sorting out our clothes. We all made statements and I learned that not all the youths could be charged with attempted rape, some of the girls had been willing parties. The uniformed Officer remembered the struggle I had put up when he entered the room and I was allowed to go home with Dianne. I was shaking with the terrible fright I had just had and Dianne too was in no better shape.
"That little vixen ... I'll flay her alive," I said vehemently.
"She was bloody clever," Dianne said.
Clever.. . " I spat for the loss of words. I had a strong sedative and went off to sleep.
Of course, the Press got hold of it and it was smeared across most front pages. Where, oh, where do these reporters get their ideas from? The headlines were exaggerated, the gory details grossly even more so ... and I found myself feeling sorry for these chaps who call themselves Journalists for having to dream up the ridiculous rubbish to garnish facts with.
The next few weeks went in a whirl, there were Courts, Bail and more Courts until the inevitable Sessions, and there the whole thing was dealt with by a very serious Judge, who at least didn't listen or read the garbage in the Press. He sentenced Wonder Boy and half the motorcyclists to long terms in prison ... the sixteen year old girl who had collaborated was sent to a mental institution to have her Marbles counted and we were allowed peace at last.
CHAPTER NINE . . .
Two days later I received a letter from Paris. I screwed up my face at the foreign stamp and opened the flap. The first thing I saw was the signature...."With Love ... Nadia". My heart stopped beating, my face was flushed. For eight weeks nothing, then this ... out of the blue. I had stopped writing since I received no replies. I took the letter to the sanctuary of my bedroom and settled myself comfortably. Nadia had written at long last. I read her note very, slowly, my heart and stomach rejoicing together. She said she had been traveling abroad almost since I had left her. Her father had just forwarded all her mail and umpteen letters were among them. It went on in ever-endearing terms. She missed me and it was agony, etc. etc.; each word was like balm to me and when I had re-read it a dozen times I carefully placed it back in the envelope.
I slowly walked down the stairs and went into my Mother.
"Have you thought of living with Aunty."
"Yes ... I thought I may move down there," she said as she looked up from her book. "When?" I asked kindly.
"As soon as you have made up your mind what to do."
"I've made up my mind ... I have been offered a post in Cornwall."
"Then if you must ... take it," she sighed.
"I'll still send you money," I promised.
She smiled and I think she was content to think she would get me off her hands.
* * *
The train sometimes hit a hundred miles an hour, but it wasn't fast enough for me. In the baggage car all my clothes were packed and in the compartment, the magazine lay on my lap where I had placed it since London. I was going to her at last ... she had promised me some sort of work as a personal companion, and her father said I must be paid a salary. It might keep his daughter from wandering all over the continent. I smiled happily . . .
"Par ... Par...." the Porter was saying.
I hurried to the baggage car and saw my things out onto the platform. A weather-beaten porter loaded them onto a conveyor and we walked to the taxi ramp. Yes, he knew the place ... a long ways to go, Missy ... and I was on the last leg of my journey.
Nadia herself opened the door of the Hall. How lovely she looked, her one piece trouser suit hugging her limbs closely as we just stood there looking at each other until after the cab had gone. There was no one else in the house ... I think she must have arranged that ... then I flew into her arms and just wept, tears of pure joy. We hugged and kissed fervently and she helped me bring my cases into the hall. We told each other how much we had missed the other and the conversation went on and on ... I could hardly eat the excellent meal and found myself trembling as the hands of the clock reached eleven o'clock.
"I'm ready for some sleep," she said glancing at her wrist watch. I had already bathed and agreed with her. I don't know why, but I felt shy and nervous.
"Coming," she asked quietly.
I just nodded and like a child followed her up the stairs until we came to her room.
"Want to sleep alone?" she smiled.
"No Nadia ... never," I replied quickly.
She sat on the bed, just watching me. "Come on Shirley ... I'll help," she offered.
I stood still while she slowly undid each button of my blouse and then she pulled it from my shoulders. Softly, she turned me around so that my back was to her and she unclasped the bra clip. Her lips came down on my neck and shivers of delight went through my system. She held the two ends of the bra strap and her palms glided under my arms and she gently clasped my soft breasts. I held my breath expectantly and closed my eyes in the exotic pleasure that fused through me. Her hands were gentle as silk as she slowly clasped and squeezed my breasts and kneaded them into firmness. She pinched my hardening rock-solid nipples and I eased my shoulders back so to ensure maximum thrust on them. She stroked and squeezed me for some minutes, weighing the lovely tits in her hands and filling her palms with them.
"Please squeeze them," I gasped in an exotic whisper.
I felt the pressure increase until I could hardly stand the sweetness that flowed through them.
"Harder ... lots harder," I needed to have them tightly clasped ... I wanted her hands on them ... boldly exploring them ... she squeezed them really tightly and I moaned as I felt her grip increase. She held the nipples and twisted them around until the sharp pleasurable pains shot out from them.
"Bite them for me, Nadia," I begged, and she again turned me to face her and her mouth suckled the right nipple into the warm mouth. Then, her teeth see-sawed across my nipples and pins and needles shot like wild fire into my belly ... I moaned and groaned as I held my titty into her mouth, then she repeated it with the other one as I squeezed the breast which she had just left.
A sheet of flame seemed to cover the whole of my body, and as glad when she laid me on the bed. I stretched my arms to the top corners and her hands traced patterns around my tits. When she held the nipples and pulled my tits away from my body I almost screeched in the luxury of the sensation, then she shook them and I urged her on.
As one hand played with my breasts, the other unzipped my skirt then as she pulled it down to my ankles I kicked it off impatiently. My stockings she unclipped and caressed my thighs with her hands as she slowly peeled each nylon from my legs. Wherever she touched she left an impression of fiery sexual pleasure and I ached to have her strip me completely so that I could display my nakedness before her. I only had panties on now and I begged her to hurry and remove them.
"Please, Nadia ... take them off. ... then I shall be all yours ... complete...."
Her hands had never ceased caressing me and she was a wizard in keeping the fires in my soul blazing gloriously.
Then my panties were removed and I pushed my feet to the corners so that I presented myself spread-eagled ... her lips again caressed my nipples, then she was trailing her tongue down to my navel. I mewed like a kitten and my ass squirmed in anticipation. As she continued the tongue caress down to my cunt bush, her hand came up and covered my cunt ... I could not help pulling my knees up and spreading them wide apart. She could see the whole of my twat now and I gripped the head board as she slowly stroked with one finger, the length of my wet cunt. She took one of my hands and laid it on my pussy. I felt the warmth of my cunt and then she told me to play with it while she undressed. I obeyed and sought out my stiff clitty and stroked it as I watched her undress.
Her body was superb. Her breasts so proud swinging about with every movement she made ... and as, at last she slipped out of her panties, t speeded up the masturbation of my cunt. The shock of auburn red hair at the top of her legs caused me to go dizzy. With slow graceful steps she approached the bed, her titties swinging proudly. I almost came at the sheer delightful sight ... and she was coming to me ... she climbed on the bed and held one of her nipples against my cunt. I could feel the hard button as she directed her tit against my clitoris. This had never happened to me before and I thrilled as I realized she was actually trying to fill my gaping cunt with her hardening breast. I pushed my other hand down to my cunt lips and pulled them viciously apart. Nadia laid her tit in the flattened flesh of my inner cunt ... she repeated the performance with the other breast and I felt the heat of my cunt increasing to unbearable proportions. Then she was clambering up the length of my body and I saw her lovely tits dangling down towards my face ... I reached up with puckered lips and sucked at the nearest nipple ... it was sweet and salty and I realized that I was tasting myself!! Her hands pulled my head hard onto her tits and I opened my mouth wide to get as much of the sweet flesh as possible. Then we parted and just laid there in each other's arms, our breasts crushing against each other, her cunt on my cunt as our legs entwined. She jerked her hips and all her gorgeous twat rubbed the sensitive membranes of my cuntie lips ... I moaned and choked with long gasping breaths and Nadia placed her legs so that one was running along the crevice of my ass and the other was along my tummy ... in this position our cunts were actually 'kissing', and she jerked furiously and I could contain myself no longer. I jerked in unison to her, but I felt the fires roaring inside my belly, until the sheet of flame rushed down my thighs and I was screeching as my orgasm shot like lava from my cunt. She continued for several seconds and then lay back. Her magnificent breasts heaving wildly as she gasped for breath.
The following afternoon, we had just completed a thorough investigation of the grounds. They were huge fields and the Hall was truly set in spacious surroundings. It was very remote and we were insured of privacy. Nadia had made me the happiest girl alive. My love for her was as deep as ever and I knew a contentment that I had never before experienced. We were drinking tea and she smiled across at me.
"It's a shame to keep that lovely jewel covered up," she said pointing to my cunt.
"Is it?" I smiled back.
"Mmmmm, I think so," she emphasized.
"What do you suggest I do about it?" I teased.
"I think it would please me if you never wore panties," she said slowly. I smiled as I reached under my skirt and slipped the garment off.
"I shall never wear them again while you are here," I promised.
"Now lift your skirt," she directed.
Without hesitation I hoisted the hem of my skirt up to my waist and she threw a safety pin across ... I pinned it in position and stood there, my legs and cunt completely displayed.
"That's better," she commented, "you must always have it like that."
"Always?" I asked her. "Yes, except when I say otherwise."
"Very good Nadia," I said. "Now undo your blouse."
I released the blouse and pulled my tits out so that they too were exposed, the blouse was pinned in place and she studied me.
"Now that's a lot better," she smiled.
For the remainder of the afternoon I posed like this and as the warm evening air came through the French windows, I felt exhilarated. We went for another stroll. This time, I was exposed. She had refused to permit me to unpin my garments, and as we walked around the grounds, I felt the full pleasure of the power she had over me. If anybody had come along the paths, I think I would have died with shame, but unless she had told me otherwise, I would have remained as she had directed.
That night, I slept with my face against her cunt and when I awoke, I was still in that position. We were at last truly wed! I was the first up and arranged my clean skirt and blouse as she had requested the previous day. I did not bother with brassiere or panties of course, all I wore was a skirt and blouse, and I arranged these so that my titties were fully exposed and also my legs up to my navel ... I felt deliriously happy!
We still live together, my Nadia and I. Nothing would induce me to leave her. Her father rarely is at home, and when he leaves the Hall on his long excursions on the
Continent, the servants are packed off too. Nadia and I are alone in our own world ... wanting nothing else except the sweetness of our cunt-sucking and fucking ... and the sweetness of our nipples that we'll have the rest of our lives!
