That evening set the pattern for the rest of the year, till it became too cold for us to meet. She was a marvelous girl, quick to learn and eager to lend herself to anything sexy. Then the weather turned so cold, with ice and snow, that I stopped meeting her and I didn't see her all through February and only once afterwards.
When the weather broke I went to try to pick up with her again, but failed till nearly a fortnight later; then she saw me and a little later we were walking up the alleyway to the old factory.
"Oh, Tony," she began to sob once we were inside out of the chill air and drizzle, "I...I can't meet you again. We...we're moving...this weekend...tomorrow, but I couldn't anyway. Oh, Tony, I've had my puberty, I have periods now, so please...promise."
I promised and we had a fuck. She had a few silky hairs on her cunt now to prove her claim, but she was fearful and nervous and all the delight had gone out of her, but she let me see her beautiful little tits before we put our clothes right and kissed goodbye.
"Oh, Tony, darling," she sobbed as we kissed for the last time in the alleyway, "it's been wonderful and fun, and I'll never, never forget you. Goodbye."
And with that she tore herself from my arms and ran off. y-
Disconsolately I went home.
My sister Margaret, whom I'd told about my affair with Carol consoled me but, for a time the light had gone out of my life. I considered trying to find another young girl like Carol, but hesitated to try my luck a second time, and anyway, I knew I would never find a young girl like her.
Soon I was paying more attention to the younger married women on my milk round and got another of them pregnant; I met my new daughter and watched her being fed while I fucked her mother. I screened the pictures I had taken of Jessie, my sister, a few of the women and Carol, reliving again the hours I had spent in the old factory with her.
Gradually, as the years passed, her memory began to fade and I found new cunts to conquer; then, about ten years after my hide love had moved out of my ken, came one of those astonishing coincidences that rarely happen in real life.
I was older, more mature by then, and still unmarried, but my score of offsprings had risen to fourteen. I was thirty-one when I met Carol again.
I'd heard from a chap I'd made friends with at my favorite local pub that there was a chap living in a town a half crown train ride away who gave pornographic film shows. Under a promise of secrecy, he gave me the address and phone number. I phoned this chap and fixed things up with him for the following Saturday, my day off. I decided to go early, as the place was unfamiliar and the chap at the pub had told me it took a bit of finding, so I caught an earlier train and arrived half an hour later. Leaving the station and following my nose, I soon found myself in the shopping center and was just about to ask a passer-by where Lomas Street was, when a young woman coming towards me gave an exclamation and made a half-run towards me.
I stopped, staring at her....Was it? Could it be?
"Tony!" she gasped, "it's Carol...Carol Fletcher. Oh, Tony...Tony, I must talk to you, and people are staring at us."
"Carol! my little love, you're lovely!"
"Please, Tony, take me somewhere quiet, I have such a lot to tell you. Oh! How wonderful to meet you again," she laughed breathlessly as I took her arm and began to walk away with her. "I've never forgotten you," her eyes sparkled, "the lovely things we did together. Down here, Tony, there's a canal bridge.. . "
We turned down a dimly lit road along the blue brick railway embankment wall; a train rumbled overhead as we walked under an iron bridge; then she guided through a break in the fencing and down a steep path. I saw the oily glint of water to our right as she led me towards a low bridge, then I had her backed against the wall and we were kissing each other with desperate intensity.
"Oh, God, my darling," I choked as I pulled at her tight skirt, my other hand kneading feverishly the full, firm mounds of her breasts. Then she came to my assistance, pushed down the side zipper and let her skirt fall around her feet. As my hands eagerly opened her slip and panties, her fingers worked my fly undone and a moment later she had my cock and testicles out. I pushed her panties after her skirt and she opened out her knees and guided my cock in; she gave a shivery sigh and pushed herself down on it.
"Tony, darling, it's bigger, much bigger than it was before. Oh! My darling, on my last night of freedom. I'm getting married tomorrow."
"Oh, Carol! No!" I cried.
"It's true, my darling, but you wouldn't marry me and he's a very nice man. We've been intimate right up till last night. Oh, darling, don't you see...? Meeting you like this on my wedding eve..."
"I daren't try to guess, the suspicion that has crossed my mind is too dazzling to believe..." I said huskily, pausing in our somewhat awkward fuck, for I was much taller than she was.
"I want you to make love to me, I've just finished my period, darling, and I'm hot...very. I want you to make me pregnant, he won't know it isn't his. Oh, Tony, I want it, I want it, my first baby, to be yours. My parents are both dead now and my husband will move into my house. It's not far, and he won't come near me till the wedding tomorrow, you can stay the night, sleep with me, have me...have me...have me, pour your spunk into me, suck me and be sucked! Oh! everything we ever did together."
I pulled out and helped her put her clothes right and my cock away.
"Let's go," I said simply, from a full heart. "I can't do you justice up a wall, I want you naked on your back."
"I do too, dear lover; the times I've frigged myself silly thinking about you, you should see my clitoris now, it's as big as a baby boy's cock. I've had other men, but never one to compare with you, my very first man. Have you married yet, darling?" I shook my head. "Any more children?" she laughed.
"Ten, I think. No, it's eleven, fourteen altogether." I grinned.
"Fifteen, with me, I hope," she laughed, squeezing my arm. "Have you had any more young schoolgirls?"
"Not since you, and that's the truth." I loved my little Carol, her memory had remained bright all these years. "But what an amazing coincidence, meeting you like this the day before your wedding. I can't get over it, and you've grown up into a lovely young woman."
"Wait till you see me naked, darling, I have a forty-three inch bust now, and a hungry womb. You mustn't fail me, I want that baby. Have you got a woman recently?"
"Not for over a fortnight, should be all right, help me the first fuck, perhaps we can get my cock into your womb and unload right inside it, then you won't miss. I want this kiddie too."
"We will, Tony," she said confidently, "we will, I'll help. I'll write to you, perhaps we can meet somewhere occasionally, and if and when it comes, you must see your baby...and Tony, I might be able to get you a nice girl, like me, like I was, I mean. It's my niece, she lives close to me, and we're good friends, her mother is my father's sister, or was. She's dead now and her father goes out drinking a lot. Are your parents still alive?"
"My mother was forty-seven when I was born and my father over fifty; they died of old age."
Presently she asked me to walk some distance behind her in case her neighbors noticed her walking with a strange man; so I fell behind and waited till she had opened the door, then slipped in. She locked, bolted the door and led me along a passage into a pleasant living room. She locked the back door and drew the curtains, then went to stir up the fire and replenish it. I watched these preparations with a full heart, then she went past me to switch on the light.
"Something to eat, darling?" she asked, smiling.
"Take your clothes off first, let me look at my darling, feast my eyes on her," I begged.
She went into the kitchen first and closed the curtains, then left the light on; she took my hat and coat, made me sit in an armchair, bent to kiss me, then moved back. Smilingly she began taking her clothes off, neither too fast nor too slow and gracefully: her costume jacket was followed by her lace-fronted blouse, then her skirt; she paused, then pulled off her slip.
She sat on the arm of the opposite armchair and released her four suspenders, bent to roll down her stockings and ball them. She slipped her high-heeled shoes on again and, still sitting, reached behind her to unclip her brassiere, but left it on.
Reaching into her panty waist, she unfastened and removed her suspender belt. She stood up, looked at me then, holding the cups of her brassiere in place with her hands, walked towards me and halted in front of me.
I leaned forward and reached up; she held out her arms and watched my face tenderly as I drew off her brassiere. The tight white mounds shook as the cups peeled away and I caught my breath, they jutted straight out without a trace of undersag, their bright pinky-red tits thick, fleshy and uptilted and six inches away from the deep valley. She had large swollen veins in her breasts. I let the brassiere drop on the floor and pulled her panties down; she stepped out of them, then stood proudly, her hips thrust forward, her thick pubic hair like a beard. The lovely little girl had grown up into a beautiful, voluptuous young woman. She was twenty-five.
I looked at her and she was satisfied.
"I can see you like me," she smiled as I turned her round to look at her back view. Her buttocks were full, firm, smooth and oval, and long hairs sprouted in the cleft. I gave her bottom a slap and she went off to her kitchen laughing.
I watched her moving to and fro, laying the table and arranging the cutlery and crockery. Presently she came in with the teapot, then food, and beckoned to me. I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. She fed me and herself, while I fondled her body. Every so often we paused to kiss deeply.
"You haven't changed, Tony," she said tenderly, "not one bit, you're the same man I used to know and whom I loved. I've never stopped loving you, perhaps I never will. Perhaps I'll have more than one child; if I do, I think they may all be yours. Have you still got those pictures you took of me, Tony?"
"Sure I have, they turned out perfect, show every detail. Why, my love?"
"I'd like to see them sometime. I like that sort of thing and my husband is interested in films, so I might become a film star and I'll get you some copies. Oh! He might want a male actor, perhaps we can arrange for you to meet him...accidentally. I'd act more naturally, with you," she laughed. "He told me he was going to shave all my cunt hair off. I used to, that's what made it grow so thick and long. I used to hate it, and I think it was because it helped to part us."
"I'd love to star opposite you, for free," I grinned.
"But why, darling? He'll expect to pay and he might suspect something if you refused payment."
"Something in that," I agreed, "we'll wait and see. Now, how about that baby...?"
"But I must clear away and wash up, darling," she protested.
"I'll help you," I sighed and let her get up, so together we cleared the table and she washed up while I wiped; then she switched off the kitchen light and closed the door.
"On the settee, Tony?" she asked quietly, now serious, "I'm wet, rotten ripe and aching for you. Look at my breasts, darling, my nipples are as stiff as pointing fingers and crying for a baby's lips. Undress, my love, let me help you."
She helped me and very soon I stood naked. She went down on her knees, and with a cry that had a sob in it, forced back my tight foreskin and, after pressing kisses over my wet knob, took it into her mouth. But soon I had to pull it out, so she kissed and licked my balls till I raised her and made her sit on the settee. She leaned back and lifted her legs to force her womb lower in her vagina, and she held her legs around the backs of her thighs to hold them wider.
Kneeling, I bent over her big, hairy cunt and combed apart the long hairs to expose her deep red furrow. I took her clitoris in my mouth and sucked it till she asked me to stop.
"Now, Tony...now," she cried, "put him in." So I slid my cock into her and pushed it up.
"I'll pose for you, for more pictures, next time we meet," she panted as I let myself go. "Oh, darling...Tony, my adored one. I love you...darling, my womb! Oh! I'm hot, I'm boiling, get it into my womb."
I snatched a cushion from beside her and stuffed it under my knees to raise me a bit more. Then both of us sought to steer my cock into the fleshy bell, and after some minutes of delicate probing she nodded and I pushed gently, feeling an indescribable sensation as I felt the fleshy cap slide down and grip over my knob. The excitement of it thrilled me as I fucked gently into her womb. I fell forward and sucked her cocked nipples.
She stroked my hair tenderly, murmuring endearments, then laughed softly and said, "Say now,' when's it going to come."
"You remember?" I said in delight.
"I can remember everything," she laughed. "I'm going to drink your spunk."
"Not this lot, this is for baby!...now!..." I cried, and it was so. She wrapped her arms round me and held me tight to her breasts while I ecstatically spunked into her womb, over and over again-and stroked my hair.
I moved back at last, then picked up her legs and arranged her lying on her side along the settee to rest. She went to sleep for half an hour or so while I knelt beside her sucking her breasts and playing with her stiff clitoris.
When she woke up I carried her to the table, upon which I had placed cushions. The table stood directly under the ceiling light. I opened out her legs and she lay smiling while I sat on a kitchen chair and relearned her cunt. She neither pretended nor showed any shame at all.
Afterwards I lay on the settee and she sat on me with my cock buried up her vagina while we talked till it was time to go to bed.
She made supper, then I carried her upstairs and we went to bed, but neither of us slept all night. I fucked her time and time again, sucked her clitoris, she sucked my cock and drank my spunk, and when we rose at seven next morning, nothing would satisfy her but that I come again in her mouth and she didn't spill a drop.
I watched her empty her bladder into the chamber and, as we got dressed she said gaily, 'Tm going to carry a bellyful of your spunk to my wedding and, I hope," she added softly, "your baby, too. I think I conceived...."
"But sweetheart, give it a chance, it's too early to tell yet, surely?"
"No, Tony, it was the feeling, when your first spunk came, a kind of, breathless excitement I've never felt before. I know, I'm certain. You'll see."
I didn't argue about it any more and we went down. She made breakfast; then we took a tender farewell and she let me out into the chill morning air.
I caught a train and it wasn't till it was under way that I remembered about the film show I'd passed up. I grinned to myself; a live show was better.
CHAPTER TWO
A month later I received a letter from Carol, now Mrs. Bryan.
My Dearest Love, I'm pregnant, darling, just back from a visit to my doctor. I'm to expect in eight months time and my husband is delighted, the silly man, but he doesn't know it's my lover's baby; that's our secret, but I have news for you. I won't be able to meet you yet awhile, darling; sorry, but he watches over me too closely. He took three films during our honeymoon, one with a nice schoolboy, one with the wife of a young man, they too were honeymooners and she was only seventeen. The husband took the other so that my husband could take the male lead, he's having prints made now and I'll get one each for you. You can have them when you come up next Saturday to meet my niece.
I've been telling her about you and she's eager to meet you. My husband is going to make a film of her soon and is looking for a man to star with her, I want it to be you. I want you to meet my husband while you're here and get it fixed up.
Janet (my niece), is fair, her hair is long, she has blue eyes, is five feet tall and has been masturbating since I taught her how to five years ago. Her virginity is intact. I want you to deflower her and break her in for the film. She's only fifteen, younger even than I was, but I know you will like her. She's a sweet girl and I've asked her to wear her school uniform.
She's told her father that she is going to stay the night with a girl friend (she often does): it's too risky for you to go to her home and you would have to wait till seven or after, when her father goes out, and be away before half past ten. She really is going to stay with her friend, the whole family is rotten with incest and will be delighted to have you seduce Janet in their house. There are three girls, eighteen, sixteen and fifteen years old and none of them virgins, their father and two brothers have been at them and the mother is expecting her sixth child from her eldest son. I expect the girls will expect you to give it to them; it will be all right, they're clean, they keep it in the family. Their address is(she gave it)...catch the nine o'clock train your end and get there early. Janet will get there about half past ten and I would like you to be there to meet her, else the father or his sons might try to beat you to it. They're letting you have the front bedroom. Be gentle and land to Janet, darling, she trusts me and I told her you were a nice man, so don't disillusion her and you won't regret it.
I don't think I will be able to see you...this time, at least not alone, but, if you go to the Gun and Dog, a pub just on the corner, you will meet us there after eight o'clock, then it is up to you. Don't pay too much attention to me, he's jealous of strangers, but will be all right after he knows and has talked to you, afterwards you can go back to Janet and sleep the night with her in another bedroom.
I love and worship you, My Darling, Your Devoted Carol
The letter excited me and I read it through half a dozen times before I went to find Margaret, who had gone up to the lavatory. She let me in and I handed her the letter. After she'd read it she looked up and smiled.
"How lovely, Tony, you'll go of course? . .
"Nothing could keep me away, you know that." I took the letter back, and absently watched her get up and wipe her cunt through her panties. She said, "If...if her husband wants a woman for his films, Tony, remember me. He'd pay me, wouldn't he?"
"Sure, I'll let you know what I think when I get back."
"Take a few of my pictures with you, to show him what my figure is like," she suggested as she got me breakfast on that Saturday morning. She eyed me appreciatively, "You look nice, you're a handsome man, you know. I wish you'd get married."
"No, I have you to look after and a wife wouldn't take kindly to having me sleep with you; when the time comes well five together as man and wife and, if it's not too long, well have a couple of kids."
"Oh, Tony, yes, I will anytime, you know that, you...you needn't wait till Mother dies. Oh, I'd love it."
I neither encouraged nor discouraged her and a little later she came to the door with me and kissed me goodbye, wished me luck. Her dressing gown hanging open, she was naked under it and I gave her deep, pendulous cunt a hard squeeze before I set out for the station.
The train arrived only six minutes late and I easily found the address Carol had sent me. It proved to be a better looking house than I had expected and in a well-off part of the town. The street was lined both sides with trees and the front garden showed tulip shoots pushing through the ring of manure lying on top of the earth. The small patch of lawn had been recently clipped and the red ash path raked.
As I approached the front door the side curtain of the big bay window was twitched aside and an attractive girl smiled at me. I had no need to ring the bell, for she ran to let me in.
"Are you Tony?" she asked, looking me over appreciatively.
"Yes, I'm Tony," I smiled.
"Come in, we're expecting you. Janet will be here soon, she's Lily's friend, next to me, I'm Lucy and my young sister is Lulu," she closed the door behind me. I waited for her to lead me to her parents, then she said, "Dad's at work till dinner time, and Mom's gone out shopping...kiss me," she demanded, placing herself in the corner beside the door, her small bosom agitated, her eyes lit up as I moved to her and she licked her lips. "Oh, my, you aren't half handsome, I'll let you fuck me if you want to. Oh! I know about you and Janet, it's her you've come to fuck, but try to do me. I s'pose Lily and Lulu will want to as well, and you can. Mom and Dad won't mind a bit; my dad fucks me. We all fuck each other here, he fucks Lulu too and my big brother made Mom have a baby; she's having it soon and you should just see her...I can have kids now, I have periods."
"How many?" I asked as I took her in my arms.
"Only two," she laughed, standing on tiptoes and lifting her saucy, piquant face. I bent and gave her a long, hard kiss that left her panting.
"Are your brothers in?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "Only me and my sisters; come on and meet them." She took my hand and led me into the luxurious living room where two younger girls sat at the green plush-covered table reading comics. They slid off their chairs as we came in. The girl shut the door and introduced me to her sisters. "This is Tony, Janet's man friend. This is Lulu and that's Lily."
"Kiss?" asked Lulu, so I bent and kissed her, then Lily.
"We're friends now," laughed Lulu.
Lucy politely invited me to sit down, indicating one of the big leather armchairs. I sat down and lit a cigarette. Lucy sat herself on the arm and the other two sat on the floor at my feet, legs akimbo and showing the inadequate narrow strip of their panties. Lucy immediately noticed me looking; the two girls had too and giggled.
"You want us to show you our cunts?" she asked eagerly.
I shook my head, then changed my mind and nodded.
Squealing, the two younger ones jumped up; Lucy stood up too and all three stripped off their pants, then lined up in front of me, holding their clothes up well above their waists. I gulped and looked from one to the other; they showed little sign of having been interfered with till Lucy walked over to the table and hitched herself up to lie on top. The other two girls then hurried to lie one on either side of her, their legs dangling over the edge. Then I got up to look at them closer, and could see the thickened membrane swelling redly around each of their vaginas, forcing the naked lips into rounded parentheses. They had rather small cunts and Lucy's had hair on it. I went up to each of them and gently parted the thick wrinkles of soft flesh, then pulled open their vaginas with my fingers. I could see no sign of hymen; it had been ironed smooth by frequent intercourse. They'd been fucked regularly for a long time.
When I moved back, they slid off the table and crowded round my chair but, before they could start asking me any more questions, the bell rang and they pouted with disappointment.
"That's Janet, go on, Tony," she sighed. "Go and let her in, shell take you upstairs but," she brightened, "well see you later, won't we?"
"Yes, sure you will," I smiled and they moved back as I got up.
I walked to the front door and opened it, and she was lovely. She smiled shyly as she stepped inside and I closed the door.
"I'm Janet, please, Aunty Carol told me to come to meet you...I...I'll...we're to go straight upstairs, please, Aunty Carol said."
She turned and self-consciously began to climb the stairs ahead of me. Her slim legs were bare from the pleated hem of her neat gym-slip to white ankle socks; she wore a crisp white cotton blouse and school tie and a velour school hat with badge, her short short panties were dark green and her fair hair hung in plaits over each shoulder.
She was flushed as she led me along the landing and showed me into the front bedroom. She waited politely till I was inside, then quietly closed and latched the door.
I walked over and sat on the big double bed and, after hesitating a moment, she slowly walked over and stood in front of me, then said in a voice little more than a whisper, "Aunty Carol says I am to let you do anything you like to me, and to be naked for you."
"She wrote and told me about you, Janet," I drew her gently and made her sit down beside me. "Do you like me...?"
"Yes, I do," she nodded gravely. "You're like Aunty says, a nice man and I would like to kiss you."
I slid my arm round her slight waist and she snuggled confidently against me, lifting her sweet, flower-like face. I bent and kissed her tenderly and her arms went round my neck; she strained me tightly, her soft mouth crumpled and wet under mine as she crushed her lips harder and sucked.
She was panting when I slackened my arm and she sat looking at me wide eyed, lips parted and chest agitated.
"Please feel me now," she said softly, moving her legs apart and plucking her skirt at the sides. "Aunty said I was to show you I am willing to be sexy with you. Would you like me to take my panties off first?"
Her hat had fallen off and rolled on the floor, the ribbon had come off one of her thick plaits and it was starting to slide undone.
"Lots of time, darling. I'd like you to loosen your hair, it looks lovely."
"I will. Ooh, you are a nice man. I was a bit frightened of you," she admitted as her slim fingers deftly unrove her two plaits, then she shook her hair out like a short cape over her shoulders.
"I don't want to hurry," I said, "I'd like to enjoy the sight of you in your school clothes before you undress."
She nodded understandingly.
"Walk around the room for awhile," I asked, and she obediently slid to her feet and began to wander aimlessly about the room. "Now, stand by that chair, by the door, and lift your skirt to show your panties."
Moving with unconscious grace, she walked over to the position I'd requested and stood facing me, she smiled and gathered up her skirt at the sides, then held it up, showing her panties and a small strip of white vest.
"Open your legs out a little and lean back against the door with your hips pushed out," I asked next.
She looked behind her, then backed a step or two and leaned back, holding her legs straight, she pushed her hips out and the cloth of her knicker gusset tightened over her crotch and threw into prominence her surprisingly plump mount.
"Now turn your panties down."
Without moving her back away from the door, she loosened her skirt, which started to slip down, and pushed her panties down, part inside out; then she caught up her tumbled skirt and lifted it again.
My cock immediately rose into erection and I looked entranced upon her beautiful, plump young cunt, the skin almost snowy white and in startling contrast to the bright pink of her delicately featured furrow. Midway down peeped the twin caps of her inner lips, one a little higher than the other, and below her cunt formed into twin commas, then the deep cleft merged into her bottom, which was only partly uncovered.
"Open it out," I asked.
"My skirt will fall down," she pointed out.
"Tuck it under your belt."
She tucked it up, then put her hands on her groin and with her fingers pulled her cunt apart and held it wide open to expose the glistening pit of red-pink flesh. I began to unbutton my fly and interest sparkled in her eyes. I didn't pull my genitals out, but beckoned to her, and she pushed herself away from the wall and walked over.
"Put your hand in my trousers and pull out what I have inside," I said, smiling into her smiling eyes.
As she bent over to obey me, I slid my hand to her cunt and felt it; the flesh was as soft as soft roses.
"You frig yourself, don't you?" I asked.
"Yes, Aunty Carol taught me when I was ten...Oooooooh!" she gasped as her hand encountered my stiff cock, "it's awfully big." Trembling, she pulled it out and gazed at it sickly. "Will it hurt me?"
"Not any more than I can help, darling, perhaps a little."
"I'll bleed, won't I? Aunty Carol said I would, she said I mustn't be frightened, girls do. I...I'll try not to be."
"I know you will, darling, but it won't be as bad as you think, your friends downstairs have all had it done, and Lulu is younger than you, isn't she?"
"Yes, but I bet her daddy's thing isn't as big as yours."
"All the more reason for you to feel proud, dar-ling."
She eyed my thick, nine-inch long torpedo and nodded slowly.
"Take your panties off darling and, help me undress," I said, pulling her head down to loss her warm, but dry lips. When I let her head go, she wiped off the smear of cunt slime my fingers had left on her left cheek. She bent over and stripped her panties down. I took them off her and draped them over the headboard of the bed.
"Look darling," I said as she helped me off with my jacket, "forget Aunty Carol and tell me truly...do you want it to happen?"
She stood for a long moment, head bowed and finger to lip, then looked and nodded.
"Yes," she whispered, "and I want to do as Aunty Carol says, please. She said you would know what I meant, she didn't tell me what it was, but said I was to say to you, to ask you, that is, to let me do something up to 'Now' for you...before you deflowered me, and to make me do it before I went home without saying 'Now' and she said I mustn't spill any." She eyed me askance.
"I know what she meant," I smiled.
"What is it, please," the girl asked shyly, she smiled when she said it.
"I don't see why you shouldn't know, Janet, she meant that she wanted you to suck my cock."
"Oh!" she murmured faintly, pressing the back of her hand against her mouth and looking sick. "What is it without saying 'Now'? "
"That's to let you go on sucking and make me come, make my spunk come in your mouth."
"What's spunk, please?" she asked faintly.
"It's thick milky stuff that comes from those balls hanging under my cock; it's love milk, and it's the stuff a woman has to have to make a baby. The girl has to have it, Janet, your body needs it if you want to have a beautiful figure like Aunty Carol. Have you seen her breasts?"
"Oh yes," Janet said eagerly, "she shows them to me; not now she's married, but I used to go to her house every day, to suck her nipples for her. It was after she taught me to frig myself and she wanted me to make her have long nipples. I love it, and that's why my mouth pouts." She went down on her knees and helped get my trousers off, staring at my muscular, hairy legs, then at the dripping end of my cock. "Can I taste it, please?" she asked.
I nodded and she rested her hands on my thighs and bent forward. Delicately, her soft lips sipped from the small pucker at the end of my cock, then she sat back on her heels tasting the slime. It reminded me vividly of Carol and I felt my anticipation become keener.
I watched her and presently she lifted her face, she smiled.
"I won't mind sucking...it. I thought it would taste nasty but if it makes babies I want to like it. I love babies, and when I'm old enough, I'm going to ask Aunty Carol if I can let someone...make me pregnant. Oh!" her eyes opened wide, "You, Tony. Would you, for me, if I'm good...if I make you happy...T
"I'd love to, but let's wait till the time comes, darling, you might change your mind. Ladies do, you know."
"I won't," she shook her head, making her silky hair sway and fan out. She rose gracefully to her feet, smiling and bright-eyed, "Please promise you will, and I'll...no, I won't be a good girl," she laughed. "I'll be a naughty girl, for you. I won't be ashamed to do anything. Shall I stand up against the wall for you? I can, and I haven't any panties on?" At my slight nod she broke away. "Watch me," she cried and dived forward, coming down on her hands about two feet from the door, her heels landing with twin thumps against the door panels, her skirt billowed and umbrella'd, then settled around her torso, leaving her naked from the waist up; then she opened her legs out in a wide "Y."
I walked over to her and peeled her cunt open, then plunged my face into it and sucked in the soft inner lips and licked her clitty till she gasped and trembled and her arms gave way. She fell in a heap. Laughingly I picked her up and set her on her feet, she threw her arms round my neck then kissed me passionately.
"Oh! that was lovely...your mouth smells cunty," she giggled.
"Yours tastes cocky," I grinned.
I pushed her away, then quickly took off my shirt, vest and pants, and she knelt on the floor and took off my shoes and socks. She knelt staring intently at my hairy genitals, the pink tip of her tongue protruding between her pouting lips, then she said, "Please, Tony, push it into my mouth."
"You can if.. . "
"No, you...make me...I...I want....Oh please, push it into my mouth, right in and...and hold my head so I can't pull it out."
Only half understanding, I stepped up closer to her and she wound her arms round my thighs, holding her head tilted back. I slipped my hand behind her head and took hold of my cock with the other. Her soft, pouting mouth hung slack and her eyes were turned up, looking gravely at my face.
On impulse I drew back my foreskin and, as I pressed the naked, slime-filmed knob to her parted red lips, I realized that she was taking the plunge, and afterwards she'd feel herself broken in to it. I felt sorry, she was obviously a fastidious girl, she probably masturbated daintily, because her cunt was still neat.
A quickly stifled grimace crimped the sides of her eyes for a moment as she felt and tasted the slippery passage of my naked knob between her lips and slowly her mouth stretched open and her lips were pushed in as, using both hands, I pulled her head forward down onto my cock, with a few thrusts I forced it all in and on down into her throat. She gagged and retched and her eyes watered. The small fear niggled at me that she might bite into my cock. I pulled in and out a few times and her lips worked loose, my fear disappeared and I forced it right in, enjoying her dry, sick heaves till her face went pale from lack of air, so I pulled out, stooped and lifted her and laid her on the bed. She tried to smile, but kept retching as she panted in air, till at last she could speak. Her voice was thick and husky;
"I can now, you...you licked mine, I'm all right now," she sat up and pushed back her hair, then slid her legs off the bed. "I want to be undressed now, please."
I undressed her and she quickly recovered, then she stood slim and naked and I knew I could wait no longer.
"Let's get the other thing over, darling," I suggested.
She nodded.
"I'm ready. What do I do? Please, please, Tony, Aunty told me to tell you to use the towel and not get the bedclothes bloody. That's it on the dressing stool," she went and fetched it and gave it to me.
I pulled the two pillows down and placed them one atop the other on the edge of the bed.
"This time, I'm going to be behind you Janet, it will make it easier for you. Get on the bed, kneel on the pillows with your knees well apart."
She obediently climbed onto the pillows and walked her knees, her bottom a lot higher than her shoulders as she knelt on all fours.
"Fold your arms darling, and rest your head on them," I said, staring at the back of her red gaping cunt and the crusty pink aperture of her small anus. As she lowered her head down on her folded arms, her bottom tautened, the cleft hollowed out and her cunt pushed back, opening out like a red orchid, a tender, wavering spiral of steam arising from the open flesh, the smell titillating my senses to an unbearable degree, so that my need for her became urgent. I picked up the folded towel and this I placed on the pillow between her knees, then eagerly, with my fingers, located the tender center of her fleshy flower, into which I pressed the knob of my slippery-skinned cock.
Restraining myself just in time, I began to prod gently against the elastic, yielding cup, and gradually she showed signs of distress, her breath catching in soft sobs. Taking this as a sign that the fragile membrane was beginning to give, I pressed a little harder and felt a runnel of warm blood start to trickle along the underside of my cock. Her body was now shivering with sobs; I gave a firm push and she let out a short scream; then I was in and gently pushing up into her body. She was openly crying now, but I went on till I had sheathed the whole of my cock, then stopped and gently stroked her buttocks and back and thighs, while her warm blood dripped down onto the towel and formed a spreading patch. As I stroked up the insides of her thighs, my fingers slipped on the stream of blood making its way down her left thigh. I reached down to lift a corner of the towel and wipe it, keeping my cock still.
After a few minutes her sobs tailed off, so I essayed to move my cock back, she sucked in her breath sharply so I stopped with it half out and waited a moment or two longer before gently pushing it back in.
I repeated this during the next ten minutes, gently back, then forward, always right in; even so, the lacerating of the wounds kept the blood coming; then she lifted her head a bit and nodded, I pulled nearly out and her head went back, then as I pushed it in quickly, she dropped it and her breath hissed between her teeth, but I kept on and her head nodded up and down in time to my pull and thrust, softly her tight buttocks smacked against my groins and her body began to rock.
"All right now?" I asked presently.
"Yes...oh yes, go on, it's nice now. I...I'm not a virgin now, am I?"
"No, Janet, it's gone now."
"I wish girls weren't born with one. It hurt me. I can feel it bleeding."
"You'll feel better, it's virgin blood, you're bleeding the virgin out of you, ready for my spunk."
"Oh! I see...Tony, this is called fucking, isn't it?"
"Yes, this is fuck."
"Aunty Carol says it's what a girl is born for."
"She's right, Janet, for fuck and babies, nursing and rearing children."
"Am I your girl now, Tony, or do I let any man fuck me?"
"Do you want to be my girl?"
"Yes, can I?" she looked over her shoulder.
"I don't live around here, I came by train, but I come to see you if you promise to let only me fuck you."
"I promise, but Tony, couldn't you take me home to live with you."
"Would you come?"
"Oh yes, it's not very nice at home, my daddy drinks a lot and I'm with Aunty Carol a lot, but she's married now and is going to have a baby, so I won't know what to do. Take me back with you and keep me in your house."
"Your father would go to the police and I'd get into serious trouble for kidnapping you."
"Perhaps Aunty Carol can fix it, Tony. I'll ask her."
I found she was now meeting my hard thrusts and wriggling her behind.
"Oh, Tony!" she exclaimed, "the feeling's coming! Oh, please, do it harder, rub me....oh, Tony....Ooooooooooh, please...make yours...come!..."
I fucked her faster and was suddenly spunking into her; I groaned and bowed over her back, suffused with blinding ecstasy that wrenched at my urethra. Then I sagged and dragged out, to flop myself across the bed beside her, and she let her knees slip over the edge of the bed and lay draped over the pillows, lying on the blood-soaked pillow covered by the towel.
"It's over, darling," I murmured, leaning over to kiss her neck, and she raised a radiant face.
"I feel lovely," she smiled.
"You look lovely too; not afraid of my cock now, are you?"
"I was silly, Tony, I...I didn't know, but I'm only fifteen. Has all my virgin blood gone?"
I sat up and opened her vagina.
"Yes, it's stopped bleeding now, you've bled it all out."
"I felt you wetting into me, was that the spunk?"
"Yes, darling, my love milk, but you ought to be lying down, with your legs open, else the hole might heal up, and the blood must be washed off. Do you know where the bathroom is?"
"Yes, I'll show you." She painfully tried to get up, moaning, "Ooh, it's sore."
"I'll carry you," I said, lifting her in my arms. At the door, she reached down to pull the latch back and I took her to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bath while I gently bathed away the blood and patted her dry. I looked in the bathroom cabinet, but could find only toothpaste, so I used some around the inside of her torn vaginal mouth.
"Oooh, that feels lovely and cool, you treat me as if I'm precious."
"So you are, any man would, I'm only looking after my girl. Now you must rest for awhile, I want to go down to see about some food, and to talk, to thank the people for lending us the bedroom. I haven't met either of them yet."
"She's pregnant, Tony. Guy did it, but her husband don't mind."
"The girls told me, before you arrived, darling," I said as I carried her back to the bedroom. I opened the bedclothes and laid her down gently in the middle of the wide bed, then, to her amusement I lifted her legs up and over and wide apart. I wedged one of the pillows under her raised bottom and put the other under her head. She looked from one side to the other at her feet, pink heels upmost, then I drew the bedclothes up over her.
"Now don't try to move your legs, try to go to sleep for awhile, darling, you feel tired, don't you?"
"Yes, I'm sleepy. Kiss me, Tony."
I gave her a long, tender kiss, then draped the bloody towel beside her panties on the headboard and got my clothes on. I collected hers and folded them and placed them on the bedside chair. By then she was either asleep, or pretending to be. I quietly left the room and made my way downstairs.
Looking at my watch, I was surprised to see that it was only just after twelve o'clock.
Hearing me coming, the three girls ran out into the hall to meet me.
"Mom's back," Lucy smiled, "can we go up to see Janet...?"
"No, darlings, she's asleep, better not wake her."
"Yes, it made me sleepy," remembered Lily wisely.
"An' me," piped up Lulu. "Tony!" she squealed, "come and see our mommy's belly, she's in the kitchen peeling potatoes."
"Why aren't you helping her," I asked as I let them half drag me along to the kitchen, through the living room.
"She won't let us," Lucy said. "She hated anyone messing about in her kitchen, you'll see...Mom! This is Tony."
I found myself looking at a far more glamorous woman than I had imagined, not much over five feet tall, with ash blonde hair piled atop her head and her high heels lending her additional height. She was shapely in a plump, carefully preserved way and obviously pregnant. She was wearing a high necked tight pink woolen sweater and black maternity skirt over which she wore a frilly apron that hung like a banner in front of her swollen belly. She dropped the potato she was scraping and laid aside the knife, wiping her wet hands on a towel, then held out her cool moist hand.
"Pleased to meet you, Tony. I'm Connie. I hope you found everything all right?"
"Yes, I have to thank you and I do appreciate it, it's most kind of you."
"You're more than welcome, we're a sexy lot here. I suppose Janet's had her operation...?"
"Just cleaned her up, she's asleep," I said, "a charming girl."
"Janet is very nice," she agreed, then, more briskly, picking up the knife and potato, "dinner will be about one o'clock, Tony, please keep the girls from under my feet. Lucy, get the guns out and show Tony how to shoot at your targets, and don't make too much noise, else Mrs. Stilton will be complaining again." She smiled at me and turned to her work.
"Come on, Tony," cried Lily and she and Lulu seized my hands and dragged me into the living room.
"Guns...?" I asked Lucy. "What's this.. . ?"
"A nice game," she giggled, "you'll like it, they're just toy guns," she tittered, "I'll show you...."
She ran to the cupboard beside the fireplace, knelt and opened the doors. She brought a box over to the table and opened it and then turned it. The "guns" were made of bent wire with a simple spring, the "bullets" were a bit smaller than nutmegs, of turned, colored wood with a waist and a hole through each. There were six "guns" and twenty or thirty "bullets." The girls each seized a "gun" and eagerly began to show me how to load. This consisted merely of pushing the long straight wire through the hole in the "bullet" and wedging the kneed "trigger" into the waisted groove. They loaded all six guns. I looked round, but could see no sign of a target and they stood around me tittering and giggling.
"Where's the target?" I asked.
'We're the targets, silly, you have to try to shoot the bullets into our cunt hole, and you give us a penny for each bullet you get in."
"But doesn't it hurt you?" I asked.
"Oh, it just stings. It's fun, we like it. Try the guns out first and find which one you like, ill be your target to let you practice a bit, then the three of us will line up and you shoot at each of us in turn. This is how Dad and my brothers make us earn our pocket money. There are thirty bullets and if you shoot good, that's ten pence each, but you can have as many rounds as you like, only the bullets get wet, but they shoot better when they're slippery."
She walked over to the wall and moved an occasional table aside to make a clear space, stood facing the wall, then doubled herself over. Throwing back her skirt, she awkwardly shuffled her feet closer to the wall and her face appeared between her parted legs, then she put her hand's behind her and with her fingers pulled her vagina open. I saw the coiled flesh suck in and a hole the size of a shilling yawned. Lily showed me how far off to stand, about four or five feet. Lulu brought the loaded guns and handed me one.
Aiming carefully, I squeezed the trigger and the bullet hit the right cheek and bounced off, then, in rapid succession, I fired off the other five and with the last one I scored a hit and the bullet disappeared into the hole, then Lily wanted her turn so they changed places. I reloaded the gun I'd scored the hit with, with the wet bullet Lucy fished out, and this time I scored three out of six shots, with the same gun. Lulu took the others back to put them in the box, then she changed places with Lily and I scored four hits and said I was ready.
The sight of their three naked rumps, lined up along the wall their eager fingers stretching their red holes open as wide as they could seemed to inspire me, for at the end of the first round I paid Lulu eight-pence, Lucy seven-pence, and Lily five-pence. I let them have a rest as they were dizzy, but more than eager for the second round and I suggested that they sit on cushions this time. They received this with enthusiasm, lying back, legs bent and wide apart. I placed a cushion to kneel on and began to fire off, most of the bullets were wet now and they were able to hold their vaginas stretched wider, offering easier targets and I missed only three shots, getting all ten into Lily, which evened things up a bit, but Lulu pouted at having been missed twice.
Then, having an erection, I suggested that I be the target and this brought squeals of excitement, they swarmed around me and dragged off my trousers and pants. I offered a penny for each hit, piled up the cushions and leaned against the wall, while the three faced me, and their mother came in and stood watching smiling as her daughters sniped me, each girl made a mark on the floor every time she hit my cock, and they squealed protests when I shook it and made it wag about.
Then Connie, completely forgetting her cooking, sidled around to the side and said, "You've got a useful looking tool there, Tony. I'm interested if you are, or don't you like women?" she queried.
"I like you," I said, staring pointedly at her belly.
"My condition?"
"Yes, I love pregnant women."
The girls were watching the byplay eagerly, then Lulu jumped up, dropping her gun and ran to her mother.
"Mommy, show him, show Tony your big belly and titties."
The other two girls now got up and went to their mother, who smiled and asked me, "Do you want to see me?"
"Your husband...?"
"He won't mind. Go on," she said to her daughters, "show me off."
The words were hardly spoken when the three girls set about her, and while Lucy worked at her sweater and brassiere, Lulu got her apron off, Lily unfastened her skirt. In an astonishingly short space of time, with only token help from Connie as to arms and feet, the girls stripped their mother naked, leaving her only her shoes, gartered stockings, earrings and wedding ring and I could see at once that she depilitated. After I'd had a look at her front, Lucy made her turn round and bend over so I could see her bottom.
"They do it up here too," she said, pulling her mother's plump buttocks apart to display her lolling anus. Lily took hold of the loose red flesh and spread it open like an obscene flower, then Connie straightened and turned.
"like me?" she asked.
"How old are you?" I asked her in surprise. "You look too young to have grown up children."
"My eldest son is seventeen, I had him when I was fifteen. I'm thirty-two! Oh!" she cried, and hurried away, belly and breasts swaying.
"Look at his prick," Lulu squealed, pointing, "his milk is running down it like candle grease."
I looked at Lucy, who was eyeing me intently. I felt a bit embarrassed and got up, as I bent to pick up my pants and trousers, Lucy shook her head.
"No, Tony, don't, please don't, we're going to be naked, you too. It's all right, we often do, only we're used to each other now, take your shirt and vest off. Mommy won't put her clothes on."
"Take your clothes off first, then I will." I said, and a moment later the three of them were naked. So I gave in and stripped, then I asked how much I owed them and insisted on paying out. Each of them got about four shillings.
Connie came in with the teapot.
As she placed it on the table she asked me, "Ever had human milk in your tea, Tony?"
"No, but.. . "
"like some? I can get you some if you like, a friend of ours is nursing and gets too much milk, she'll be grateful to come round to be stripped."
"Stripped...?"
"Well, milked off, then." I nodded, so she said to Lucy, "Lucy, put your frock on and go round to ask Miss Hinton if shell come round to be milked."
Lucy pulled her frock on and went off.
"Miss...?" I queried.
"She lived with her father as his housekeeper, but you know what a widower is like. She sleeps with him, she's had three children by him, that's why we're such good friends, we have a lot in common...incest. This is my eldest son's baby, you know."
"I live with my sister and mother," I said. "Do you...?" she asked eagerly. 'With my sister."
"Any children?"
"No, not yet, we agreed to wait till Mother died."
"You're going to," she insisted.
"Yes."
"Then...you're one of us. Would you like to join our Incest Club."
"I don't live round here."
"That doesn't matter, we're people who want to meet other incesters, you don't pay anything, just contribute to the cost of film. Yes, we take films, real incest films of actual matings, father-daughter, mother-son, brother and sister."
"I'd love to join, I like that sort of thing."
"I can fix up a show for you, for tonight if you like...oh yes, I know you have to go out, but after you're back, we can get the films and give it here. There's a new one between a grandfather over sixty and his fourteen-year-old granddaughter; her mother holds her while her father rapes her daughter. It's very good in color, and the blood shows up beautifully."
"I'd like to see that."
"You might be expected to act...with your sister," she said tentatively.
"That's O.K., she will, if I say so."
"Here they are now," she went to open the back door and a tallish girl about eighteen came in followed by Lucy, and Connie introduced us. But when I held out my hand, Miss Hinton avoided it and to my surprise grasped my cock and shook it. She held her baby on one arm.
"I'm Jewish," she laughed, "and this is the way a person greeted a man in ancient time. I'm trying to revive it." She looked at me with respect. "You're well hung, and I do like a good long one. I have a long body and I haven't found a man yet who can reach the top. One day perhaps I will, perhaps a Negro, or a Chinaman...."
"You might find a Chinaman with a long one, but they're thin; a Negro's your best bet. Have you tried a policeman's truncheon?"
"Oh, I like the flesh. You're Tony, aren't you?"
I said I was.
"He sleeps with his sister," Connie informed her.
"How lovely," Miss Hinton exclaimed, "you must join our club, Tony."
"He's going to, Mary, I'm going to fix up a show for him for tonight, like to come?"
"Love to, if I can bring the children and Daddy. Could you get the one with the grandfather...?"
"I've just been telling him about it. Yes, that one, I think...three, or perhaps four."
"Yes, make it four, let him see the one where your husband seduced your girls while your son's had you, and I'll bring mine. We've just got my confinement shots and haven't even seen them screened yet."
"All right, which other one?" asked Connie.
"The Frisby's," suggested Miss Hinton.
"Oh yes, there's some good pregnancy and birth shots of Elsie. She's only fifteen, or was when the film was taken; it surprised everybody when she conceived, she hadn't even had a period, and must have just started her puberty. It's a pity her twins died, but her father had kept her in milk ever since."
"That reminds me what I came for," said Miss Hinton, and she began to unfasten her dress after handing her baby over to Connie. "Shall I strip right off?" she asked Connie. "I feel like a sore thumb amongst you lot. Hummmm, smells good..."
"Is your father in?" Connie asked her.
"No, he's gone off to the match."
"Stay to dinner then. What about Lance?"
"Out fishing," Miss Hinton said as she struggled out of her frock. "Oh, Lord," she moaned, "I shall be glad to get my bra off, it's killing me. I want stripping badly."
Connie handed the baby over to Lucy, who sat down and began to undress the child, a girl of about one with black curly hair and big brown eyes.
She smell was becoming strong and I breathed it in deeply, Miss Hinton noticed and remarked on it.
"You like the pong of females, Tony...?"
"Love it, you strip well," I complimented her.
"Me! I'm too tall and thin," she objected.
"Tall, yes, not thin, slim built and fined down because you are in milk; you have a good pair of breasts."
"I wish they belonged to someone else," she murmured ruefully, looking down at the tight, pale blue, swollen veined udders that stood straight out from her chest, peaked with dark weeping tits. "They're a burden, and so tender I could cry. I need milking."
"I see you depilitate...?" I mentioned, glancing down at her long, dark, naked cunt.
"It's the newest fashion amongst the members of our club, all females have to; we can't be naked enough, it seems and makes us feel more inferior. Milk me," she offered.
"Lily, fetch Tony my mixing basin and see it's clean," Connie called, then chided Lucy, "Lucy, stop swinging the baby by her feet, she'll have fits."
Lily handed me a heavy basin and I looked helplessly at the naked Jews, who took the basin from me with a smile.
"I'll hold it, you need both hands for milking. Well kneel down," she went down on her knees and sat on her heels then held the basin on her lap. I knelt in front of her.
"How?" I asked.
"Take hold of my tits and stroke the milk out, pull down." After a few moments she nodded. "Not difficult, is it?" she smiled. A few minutes later she sighed, "Oh, the relief, they were numb, but the feeling's coming back...they'll be full again by bedtime. We don't have to buy any milk in our house, I supply all we need, with enough to give away."
"You could wean," I said.
She shook her head;
"Father won't let me, not till I'm ready to agree to having another child. I have a four-year-old boy and I was in milk over two years till I agreed to have my little girl. I obey Father in everything, he took me young, just after mother died...that's better, thank you, they're empty now."
Connie came and took the bowl, then said:
"Dinner's ready, Tony, do you want to take Janet's up, or fetch her down? But go and see if she feels well enough to come down."
"Janet?" queried Miss Hinton.
"Yes, dear, she's upstairs, Tony's deflowered her, her aunt arranged it and we let them use our front bedroom."
I lingered near the door listening, thinking I might hear something interesting. I did.
"Tony's got a really big prick, Connie, I'd like to see him paired up with a little girl...I was thinking of my niece...my brother's little girl...Annie. . .
"But she's only fifteen. Mary, could you get her.. r
"She's coming to stay with me this evening, they're going to visit Flo's folks in London and staying over till tomorrow, so I'm looking after Annie for them, and anyway, my brother won't mind. I've been trying to interest him in Annie, but he can't bring himself to do the job himself, but I know he wants her deflowered, and a live show would round off the evening nicely, with lots of blood. Tony seems intelligent and I'm sure he could improvise a little play....'A Virgin Sacrifice'; we could easily make an altar and tie her down, and have a bit of an orgy afterwards..." I heard no more. I'd heard enough.
I found Janet awake and eagerly waiting for me.
"I've had a lovely sleep, Tony, I haven't been awake long. I'm hungry, can I come down, my legs are cramped a bit...."
I turned back the bedclothes and had a look at her swollen cunt, then lifted her off the bed. It was a few minutes before she could stand and kept moaning because her thighs hurt when she tried to close them.
"No clothes," I smiled, taking her hand.
"Pick me up," she pleaded.
"No darling, you must walk," I said firmly.
However, I picked her up and carried her down the stairs, but set her down at the bottom and made her walk into the living room, her feet describing wide semicircles to favor her sore cunt.
The three girls ran to meet her and began questioning her excitedly as we sat around the table eating. No one else talked, they listened to Janet's account of her seduction, which she told in surprising detail from start to finish. So much so that I had moments of embarrassment, but far from rousing contempt, her story seemed to enhance me in the women's eyes, and after the girls had extracted every detail, Mary told me about her niece and asked if I would like to put on a show.
"I thought of The Virgin Sacrifice' but perhaps you have a better idea with more scope to bring out the excitement. From what Janet says, you like the emphasis on young girls...?"
I nodded.
"My niece is fifteen and small for her age, she's half Jewish and I could make her look younger...?"
"Dress her as a schoolgirl in clothes below her age and I'll dress like a tramp, but she might scream."
"She won't, I'll force a ball into her mouth. We have some bits of scenery we've used in the films...."
She and Connie discussed it excitedly and developed the theme, then Connie said, T suppose they must have gone to the match, I'd better pu their dinners in the oven," and she went to do so
"Tony," Mary leaned closer and dropped he voice, "would you like to do me a favor...?"
'Try me," I smiled.
"Well, I have a friend and she wants a baby, her husband cannot, he had an accident and had to have his testicles removed. She's only seventeen and a really lovely girl, she's blonde and can sit on he hair, and she has big breasts. Oh, I know you won' be able to this time, you've been with Janet, it's a pity but I can fix it up for the next time you come, if you would oblige her. She's a member of the club because she used to sleep with her father; her mother approved because-she wanted to sleep with her son. Anyone who has committed incest, past or present, is welcome to join our club, you know, it encourages it."
"I'm all for it too, I'd like to see the result of incestuous mating paired together."
"How do you mean, Tony?" she asked.
"Well, you've had a son and daughter by your father...when they're old enough, mate them together," I suggested.
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that, what a splendid idea. Connie, listen to this."
Connie came over and Mary told her what I had said.
"I don't know anyone with children old enough yet," Connie said thoughtfully, "but I'll have it put in the bulletin. You are going to be an asset to our club, Tony, that's the sort of idea we like, double incest."
"Another twist would be for a father to mate himself up with his daughter's daughter."
"Well," laughed Mary, "that's easier. We have a member who has a fourteen-year-old daughter by his daughter. The Bishops, Connie." Connie nodded.
"I'll tell it to the next meeting and have it filmed, we must give the father time to get in training. Let's see, he's about fifty now, should be all right, he ought to get her pregnant. He'd better, the sequel would be good."
"Sequel...?" I asked.
"Oh yes, his daughter, the mother, is a midwife, so naturally we would film her in charge of her daughter's birthing...what's the matter Mary...?" she asked and I turned to look at Mary's excited face.
"I've just remembered, Connie, what about the Norwood twins, they must be about fifteen or sixteen now and it was their family who started the club." She turned to me to explain, "it's their mother, she mated herself to her fourteen-year-old son and had twins, all fathered by her son. The son started the club. It's possible that he's been at the girl, but he might not, I hope not, we like to see the virgin spill her blood. I'll get him when I go for the films, he keeps the film library, he has a big safe, and hell be interested, you can bet."
We talked on and on till it was time for me to dress for my visit to the "Dog and Gun." The four girls were playing together, Janet happy and laughing and quite recovered.
I went up to wash and made myself look neat, then set out. At that time the father and his sons had not returned and Connie seemed a bit worried, while trying not to show it.
I found the pub easily and pushed my way to the bar, where I ordered a pint of bitter. I was a bit early and found a corner seat, but when eight o'clock had gone by without any sign of Carol and her husband I got up and wandered around, peering into the lounge and saw Carol sitting with a good-looking man about thirty years old. I left my pot on a sill in the passage and went in casually, not looking towards Carol, and after buying another pint I stood looking about me for a seat. Just then the couple sitting next to Carol's husband got up and left, so I took the vacant seat and lit a cigarette.
"S'cuse me," I said presently. "Who won?"
The man turned and looked at me, smiled faintly and told me the Rangers had won...five to two, and that it had been a good game.
"Haven't seen you in here before," he said, "not a local, are you?"
I told him where I came from and he laughed.
"That's a coincidence, my wife used to live there, perhaps you remember her. Hey, Carol, here's someone from your old home town."
"But I was only about fourteen or fifteen when we moved from there," Carol protested, laughing, "and one schoolgirl looks like another."
"I might have seen you at that," I said, looking at her thoughtfully, "I...er...I'm interested in young girls, I was then. I was a milk roundsman, liked watching the girls come out of school."
"Do anything about it?" he asked quietly, now looking at me more intently, T could use a fellow..."
"Why, have you got a school-aged daughter you want broken in? That's my specialty..."
"That so, I think we'd better have a private talk. "
How about coming back with us to my place, we can take a few bottles with us."
"Sure, I'd like that," I agreed.
We drank up, then he went to the bar and bought half a dozen bottles of bitter and a couple of cherry-B for Carol, then we left.
Of course, I knew where he was taking me, but just went along chatting quietly to him and taking no particular notice of Carol. He let us into the familiar house and after we had shed our outdoor clothes in the hall, made ourselves comfortable while Carol got glasses and served drinks. Then he talked to me.
"I make films," he said, watching me keenly. "Pornography. Usually it's the girls that are hard to get, but here in this town it's easy; it's more of a job getting a suitable man to act, especially when the girl is young, but if you live that far off...?"
"I see what you mean. I'm interested, what's the offer?"
"Twenty pounds per film," he said at once.
"That seems all right to me. I'm with a party right now, but I'll come over next week and put myself at your service, if that will suit you."
"Fine, now just one more thing, old boy...you mind showing your system? I want to be sure what I'm getting," he grinned.
"I don't mind unbuttoning. I suppose your wife won't mind?"
"Go ahead," he invited, "she's in it."
"Got any photos, need a bit of a stimulant," I murmured as I unbuttoned my trousers.
"Carol, give the gentleman a look at your charms, strip off for him," he grinned, "and let's see if he shares my opinion about you." He leaned back, prepared to enjoy the show, watching me, not Carol. Carol winked at me and stood on the hearth facing me, then took off all her clothes. By the time she stood naked except for stockings and shoes, her beads and rings, I had a good hard-on and pushed down my trousers and pants.
"Good, this is splendid," he cried, "just the man I've been looking for. Carol, get your tape measure and measure it."
She obediently fetched her tape measure and bent over me, then read off, "nine and a quarter...three inches round the root...three and a half round the head...a quarter of an inch slit...five inches round the balls..." she smiled and stood rolling the tape up.
"We've got a young girl," he told me, "my wife's niece, girl named Janet. Nice kid, only fifteen. I've written a script, you can take it with you and study it, and I'll get the stage set for next Saturday. Be here before noon if you can; it takes a lot longer than you'd think for a film lasting only twenty minutes. I'll give you thirty pounds if you can stretch it out into a two reeler.
"I could tell you better if I could see the girl. Have you a photo of her?"
Carol got one and handed it to me.
After studying it a moment I handed it back and nodded.
"I can manage an hour, if you like, with that one."
"Good, you make it really good and I'll make it forty pounds," he said.
"I'll leave it to you, pay me what you think I'm worth, I can use that sort of money. I want a car, I'm beginning to like this place."
"You could move here," he suggested doubtfully.
"I have got a house, low rent, and I live with my mother and sister, but with a car...?"
"I agree, your usefulness would end if you lived here, I sell prints from the films, twenty quid a reel, so I can afford to be generous with you, if you know your stuff." Try me.
"I'm going to," he laughed. "Carol, fill the glasses," he ordered, and she submissively obeyed.
"Good looking wife you have there," I said.
"I agree, she's expecting, got her first shot on the honeymoon, she's a month pregnant. Going to have all that hair off," he chuckled, reaching over to Carol to pull out a long curl.
"Work it into a film," I suggested.
'Work what?" he asked, not catching on.
"I meant, getting her fuck off. 'Haircut and shave, Madam' sort of thing," and he slapped his thigh. Carol smiled.
'We will, good idea. I'm thinking of making a lesbian film, the wife and her niece, Janet, Janet can do it, shave her cunt. You interested in sodomy....? No, not me, the wife, she's broken in...no! I will then, you can have the cunt do it together....eh?"
"Delighted," I grinned, "if she will...?"
"Carol? Oh, she'll do anything I tell her."
He got up and beckoned to me to strip off, and we both undressed, then I sat sprawled out on the settee, and Carol came to squat over me and settled on my cock, then he knelt on a couple of cushions behind her and pushed up into her anus. Grunting and heaving, we both fucked her and he spunked a minute before me; it was me who made Carol.
She served another round of drinks and as she was about to sit down he told her to suck us clean and she made no fuss at all. She sucked me, then her husband, then had a drink.
"Wonderful wife, knows how to look after and obey her man, eh Carol?"
"That's what a wife is for," Carol smiled, caressing her full stomach.
"Takes her duties seriously too," he commented.
We finished the six bottles between us, then Carol went to get supper.
"Have you noticed her clitoris?" he asked, and I said I hadn't had the chance really, so next time she came in, with things to lay the table, he called her over and told her to show it to me, which she did. When she had gone back to the kitchen, he said, "Used to masturbate a lot, still does when I'm out. You like bananas?"
I said I did and next time she came in he told her to put one in to soak.
I'd come to the conclusion that Carol was in good hands. Her husband certainly seemed to appreciate her. I found myself liking him.
Presently Carol announced supper was ready, so we joined her at table, just as we were. Carol didn't appear hungry and put down her cup after one sip.
"Come on, Carol," he said, "you're not eating."
"I...I'm not hungry," she said, wriggling uncomfortably.
"Eat," he said, turning to drop me a sly wink, and Carol began to eat slowly and reluctantly. I thought her face had gone paler and she was obviously in distress. We finished our tea and he told her to pour out more. She poured for us two.
"You're not drinking," he said.
"I...oh, I'm not feeling thirsty, please, I...I can't...you know why..." she said accusingly.
"Drink up and pour yourself another," he ordered, and with a shudder she obeyed. She poured herself a second cup and, under her husband's eye, sipped at it miserably. She swayed from side to side, I couldn't see her legs, but could guess what was happening; her bladder was swelling and the desire to relieve herself was building up.
I suppose it was cruel, but I found it exciting to watch her struggling to control herself, and it wouldn't have surprised me had she let it come, but he seemed to have her too well trained.
"Please..." she murmured once, giving him an agonized look.
"Wait," he said, then, "give our guest his banana."
She put her hand down under the table, then handed me a skinned banana, which nearly slipped from my fingers and was warm; it smelled of her cunt, but tasted delicious.
"You can leave the washing up till later," he said to her.
"Can I...?" she asked eagerly.
"Not yet, he wants to see you masturbate yourself, you can do it right after you've made yourself come. Fetch a bowl."
She left the table hurriedly, kneeling in her legs as she lurched to her kitchen and back again, he took the bowl from her, sat down on the settee and placed it beside him between his hip and the chair arm. Whimpering, she stood in front of us-I shared the settee with him. Squeezing her thighs tightly together she began at once to frig herself, her fingers moving so swiftly in her eagerness to get it over, that they were a white blur; her breasts shook and danced, she added her other fingers, her legs began to shiver and open, her eyes turned up, she began to sag and her control slipped. I thought at first it was her spunk, then she cried out, "Oh, please...I...I can't!"
"okay, okay," her husband said, and he let her go to clear away and wash up.
I rose and dressed, thanked him for a pleasant evening and promised to be there as early as I could next Saturday.
He called to Carol, we shook hands and they escorted me to the door and wished me good night.
I went back to where my friends eagerly awaited me, and Lulu let me in.
There was a man and two youths, whom Connie introduced me to as her husband and sons.
"Everything's ready, Tony," she said superfluously, for I could see the screen and projector set up and a man stood ready behind it. He was Mary's father. Looking round I saw there were now five girls. The newcomer, Mary's young niece, was gazing at me with large, solemn brown eyes. She was the only one besides me who was dressed, and she wore an abbreviated school uniform.
Seeing me look at her, Connie said, "Nice little thing, isn't she? I'm going to act the part of her mother, and we've found you some old clothes; it won't take you long to change and make up, now sit down and well begin the show.
The chairs had been moved round, the adults took these and the children sat on the floor on cushions, then, just before Connie's husband cut off the light, Mary told her niece to go and sit on my lap. Finger to lip, the girl obeyed and I lifted her, she wriggled then settled as the room went suddenly dark for a moment, then the brilliant light shot out and lit up the screen.
I will only say the films were good and all I had expected, but half my attention was on the girl on my lap. After watching the moving figures for some time the girl, obviously embarassed at what she had seen, turned her head away, then became interested in me. Occasionally she would turn to look at the screen awhile.
At last the last film ran out and the light went on.
The men began packing the projector and screen away, Connie got up and beckoned to me and I handed the girl over to her Aunt Mary and followed Connie up to her bedroom, the front room we had used, Janet and I. Upon the bed clothes were laid out for both of us, and while we dressed, Connie and I worked out her part in the play. She said she'd been chosen because she was pregnant, then asked me if I liked the girl.
"Yes, she's a lovely child, sure she's fifteen?" I asked.
"Certain, it's all right, not to worry." I accepted her assurance.
She made my face up with rouge and dust from under the bed, tousled my hair and pulled on an old cap, adjusted my muffler and said I would do.
"I wouldn't like to meet you on a dark night," she laughed, "how do I look?"
"Like a glamorous, pregnant mother," I smiled, and she was content.
When we got down the scenery had been set, the floor covered with imitation grass, the background a woodland scene; to the right of the stage was a life-like reproduction of a tree trunk and hidden from sight behind it stood a chamber pot on a small stool; to the left was an imitation hedge and here and there near the back, pots of flowers.
On both sides of the room curtains had been strung up to cover the windows, the door we entered by was on the left of the "stage" and we went in and stood in the "wings" till, someone brought the girl and pushed her behind the curtain.
After they'd settled, Connie started things going.
The girl didn't recognize us at first and seemed a bit frightened, then Connie smiled and the girl looked more intently at me. I smiled at her and nodded and her face brightened.
While the four films had been running-and it had taken over two hours-we'd become friendly and I'd taken advantage of the dark to interfere with her a bit. Being so young she'd been afraid to call attention to what I was doing to her, and after a time she hadn't wanted to complain to her Aunty and had submitted quite willingly to my gentle masturbation. From her reactions I knew it was the first time. Neither she or anyone else had touched her. Towards the end she'd slept contentedly, nestled in my arms.
Now it paid off; she recognized me under my disguise and smiled, then Connie took her hand and bent to whisper to her, telling her what to do, then she led her out into the open.
They walked around the stage, a mother strolling with her little girl in the woods, the girl collecting a bunch of flowers, then while their backs were turned I slipped from the wings and concealed myself behind the "tree." As I peered furtively at them, Connie kept the girl's attention occupied and I unfastened my fly and took out my limp cock. As I began to piss into the pot placed conveniently out of sight of the audience, the girl heard the noise of splashing and looked round; then, because she could see me plainly behind the tree she turned shy, as any little girl would at the sight of a man exposing himself. She stuck her finger in her mouth and twisted it in embarrassment.
"What's the matter darling?" Connie asked, pretending not to know I was there.
"Him," the girl squirmed..
'Who?" Connie asked, peering about her but avoiding "seeing" me.
"Him, there," the girl pointed and Connie turned to look.
"Disgusting," she exclaimed, looking at me angrily, "ought to be ashamed of yourself, in front of a child..." she pulled the girl against her and hid her face against her coat.
"Balls to you," I snorted, shaking my cock and showering drops around, then I stepped out of concealment and lasciviously skinned my cock and shook it at her. There were titters from the girls, "you and your big belly, nice one to talk of bein' ashamed of myself, you are..."
"I'm a respectably married woman," she cried indignantly, "I'll call the police...."
"Fat chance...call away you pregnant bitch, nobody'll hear you," I said, advancing menacingly so that she stepped back in alarm and the girl looked round, then stood staring at my lolling cock.
"Come away, darling, don't look, it's a dirty old tramp."
"What's that he's got hanging out?" the girl asked, pointing.
"That's my cock little wench, you come here, never mind her, she's jealous." I edged my way towards the girl, who stood undecided, torn between curiosity and obedience. "Here, you come and feel it."
"Nol leave her alone you dirty old man, put that filthy thing away," Connie cried, moving towards the girl.
"Interfering bitch," I snarled, making a leap. Connie screamed as I seized her. She struggled and the girl looked on, frightened while I dragged Connie to the tree where despite her struggles I lashed her with lengths of rope from my pocket. "Perhaps that'll keep you from interfering...while me and this nice girl get friendly." I smiled at the girl who looked at me uncertainly.
"Please don't hurt her," she pleaded, watching Connie struggle realistically at her bonds, and the tree swayed a bit.
"Hurt her!" I exclaimed, "why should I? I'm not going to hurt her, she's got a kiddie in her belly..." The girl unconsciously played up.. . .
"A kiddie? where?" she asked.
"Inside her belly, of course, didn't you know that?"
"No, I thought she'd been greedy and ate too much," the girl said and there was laughter, "Can I see?" she asked eagerly, staring at Connie.
"No, darling, don't ask him that...oh the shame," Connie exclaimed.
"Sure you can, she can't stop you, come and help me open her up. Don't mind having a look myself, undo her belt.. . "
"No, please," Connie pleaded, "don't let her see me!" She began to struggle some more.
"Take no notice of her, girlie, she's shy," I said, undoing the coat buttons and opening it out, "you start at the bottom of her frock, and me from the top." Connie's dress buttoned from the neck to hem.
"I'm not shy, not with you," the girl said as she knelt down and started undoing buttons, "I like you. Are you really a tramp?"
"You don't mind me being a tramp, do you, girlie?" I asked as our fingers met in the middle.
The girl stood up and shook her head, "Oh no, I don't mind, but why are you letting me see your...cocky, it's all red and wet, and it's making me feel funny in my wee-wee." She stood watching me solemnly as I spread Connie's dress open, and Connie only wore a pair of pink panties and gartered stockings. "Isn't she big?"
"Pull her panties down, go on, girlie," I urged lasciviously. "You trust me, she won't hurt you, if she tries I'll slap her tits."
"No...no...oh please, I'll die of shame," and Connie began to sob as, ignoring her, the girl obeyed me and dragged her panties down, leaving them hanging upside down by the leg elastic.
"Where's the baby? I can't see it," the girl complained, staring at Connie's bulging belly.
"It's up inside her, girlie, you might be able to feel it though if you could get your hand in."
'Where?" she asked eagerly.
"Can't you guess?" I asked her slyly, looking pointedly down at Connie's long cunt, "she's got a hole up there, my hand's too big, but I bet you could push yours in. Look, I'll show you where it is." I went down on one knee and she squatted, peering up under Connie as I pulled Connie's big cunt open and showed her where the vagina was. Then the girl went on her knees and let me guide her hand; I folded her thumb in and she wriggled it as I pushed. Connie gave a gasp and shivered as she felt the girl's hand slip through and she tremblingly opened out her legs as the girl pushed up and began feeling for the baby.
I unobtrusively backed and crawled up behind the girl, then felt up the back of her short skirt. I felt her cunt through her panties and she turned to look over her shoulder and gasp, "Ooh! I like that; she's all wet and smelly and I don't want to feel the baby." She pulled it out and wiped it on her skirt.
"Come on over here," I urged, pointing to the back of the "stage" where a small bank had been made by stuffing old clothes under the grass cloth.
"Shall I cover her up with her panties?" she asked.
"No, leave her as she is, she won't hurt."
We crawled and settled on the soft bank.
"They can see us," the girl whispered.
'Take no notice of them," I advised, taking her hand and clasping it to my cock, which was by now half hard. I showed her how to move the skin up and down and she forgot our audience in her curiosity, especially when I went back to rubbing her cunt through her panties.
"Ooh, I like you a lot, you make me feel lovely," the girl murmured, now utterly engrossed in the game, "does it feel nice too, for you, when I rub your cock...?"
"Lovely, you can see mine, though, and I can't see yours."
'Take my panties off, then, I don't mind a bit," she offered.
"How about you and me taking all our clothes off, then we can see everything?"
"I don't mind, not if you will too...ooh, it's gone all stiff," she exclaimed, reluctantly loosing her hold and sitting up. She helped me a bit to undress her; then, when I had her naked, I knew it couldn't do it.
I didn't show what I felt, she tried to help me and I stripped off my clothes.
Naked, she looked about twelve years old, her Jewish blood gave her body a delicate golden tint, her arms and legs were slender and her body looked boyish, if you could ignore her small cunt.
I urged her gently to he down and open her legs, and I looked at her cunt; her furrow was no more than two inches long from apex to bottom, a small, dainty thing, the edges of the lips pinkly feathered. It made me feel ashamed even to interfere with her.
Connie was watching me intently and I think she guessed how I was feeling, for when I glanced at her she smiled and shook her head. The others were watching me intently too.
"Why aren't you doing anything?" the girl asked.
I knew she was right, I had to do something, but I pulled her over to face me, then lifted her upper leg over my hip then, taking hold of my cock I guided my skinned flesh against hers to frig her clitoris, using the friction to stimulate my knob.
"Oooh! that feels lovely," she murmured, putting her arms round me to hug me. I kept rubbing, while kissing her.
I soon knew the friction wasn't enough to make me have an orgasm, but the child became more and more excited and was soon shivering. I rubbed harder and suddenly she sobbed out and nervously cringed her cunt back; I followed up eagerly.
"No more...please..." she cried, pulling her leg off and rolling over, squeezing her thighs together. I let go of her and left her curled up, then I walked to the front of the stage and addressed the audience, I'm sorry, that's as far as I can go, she's too young for me." I bowed and went to untie Connie. I was surprised at the reception of my words, everybody was clapping.
Connie and I went to the girl and got her on her feet, then we took our bows and were clapped off the stage.
The men went to clear the scenery, the women to make supper. I realized they weren't a bad lot.
Over supper, Connie's three daughters, probably at their mother's instigation, sought me out.
"Tony," Lucy said, "We're all glad you didn't fuck Annie, we hadn't seen her undressed before, but Tony, you can fuck us, Mom says it's all right and we want you to."
"I don't mind that," I smiled.
"I'll go and tell Mom," she said. "She wants them to watch you..." She went to find her mother.
"Yours is the biggest prick, Tony," Lily said admiringly. "It's miles longer than the other men's."
"Yes, it's like a donkey's," giggled Lulu.
Lulu had taken a great imagine to me and she begged her mother to let her go to bed with me, so a bit later I found myself in bed with Janet and Lulu.
I was excited by the events of the night and it was a long time before I let the two girls go to sleep. I fucked both of them, after that I knew nothing till next morning, when Lulu awakened me. Janet woke up while I was fucking Lulu, but waited till I'd finished. I pulled out after making Lulu come, then engaged Janet, who took my spunk.
Connie came in with a tray as I was coming to the end, and she laid the tray down, then swept the bedclothes down to uncover us.
She sat on the bed while we drank the tea, talking about last night.
"Everybody enjoyed themselves, Tony. You must come again and stay with us, we all love you, and you know now what we're like. Anything goes here."
"I'm coming over next Saturday," I told her, "but I have an appointment on Saturday...I could come Friday evening. I want you to tell Mary that she's fixing something up for me I don't want to miss and I clean forgot to tell her before she went last night."
"You can go round to her house. She might come round to see you sometime this morning, now come on down, breakfast's ready and the others are down, no need to put anything on, unless you want to. Well, all right then, but don't be long, come on Lulu...Janet, he wants to have a shave and a wash."
The girls went down with her and I went to the bathroom.
After breakfast I went round to see Mary and found her dressed in a pair of panties and slippers, she had her baby in her arms and invited me in.
She sent the boy out to play.
"Father isn't up yet," she told me as she went on feeding the baby.
"I've come about that thing you wanted me to do..." I told her about my fixture for next Saturday.
"What about today?" she asked. "I. could phone through and ask her...?"
"That's a good idea, except that I'm about fucked out. It had better be next Friday evening, I shall be fresh then, besides, I want to get back early today."
"Next Friday, then," she agreed. "We had a really lovely time last night, but poor Annie isn't feeling well, she's still in bed, but her father will be pleased...poor little thing, she had it four times and was in a terrible mess."
I caught the two-fifty train back.
CHAPTER THREE
I reached Mary's house at half past seven the following Friday evening.
"Come in, Tony," she greeted me, "it's all fixed up for this evening, she's expecting you, her husband is going to stay at his club overnight, so you'll find her alone."
"Are you taking me there?" I asked.
"Yes, I work for her, part time, they're rich people and have a lovely big house facing the park. like a cup of tea?"
"No thanks, I had a snack on the train," I said.
"You want to go now, don't you?" she smiled. "All right, I'll ask Connie to look after the children as we go past, it's not far, only ten minutes walk." She got into her coat and hat, she wrapped a shawl round the baby, outside she called, and the little boy came trotting up.
Chaffing at the delay, I had to go up to the door with her and the girls heard us, it took us five minutes to extricate ourselves, but at last we were on our way.
It was nearer a quarter of an hour's walk than ten minutes, but when we turned in at the gate I found myself impressed. It wasn't an old house, as I had imagined, but a large villa type in the ten thousand class, with a sweeping drive and a large semi-circular lawn bordered by flower beds bright with geraniums and a variety of other plants.
We mounted the steps and stood under the porched doorway, Mary rang the bell.
I saw a shadow on the frosted glass beside the door, then the door opened and I knew I wasn't wasting my time. Mary's initial details hardly scratched the surface and the girl was obviously well bred and educated. On seeing Mary she invited us in at once and shut the door, then she looked at Mary for the introductions.
"This is the man I told you about Mrs. Vincent, Tony," Mary hastened to say, and the ravishing girl held out her hand, smiling.
"I'm delighted to meet you, my name's Veronica." We shook hands and when I had let hers go, she turned to Mary. "I'll see you on Monday, Mary, I hope you don't mind?"
"I'd like to stay, and that's the truth," Mary laughed, accepting her dismissal, "but I know when I'm not wanted. See you on Sunday, Tony," she said as Veronica let her out.
'Will you come with me, please," the girl asked, and led the way to a spacious sitting room with a huge picture window that filled most of the far wall and gave a view of the magnificent garden.
"You accept me?" I asked quietly after we were seated, I in an armchair, she on the settee close by.
"This isn't easy for me, er, Tony," she said, "I'm not promiscuous...."
"The idea never occurred to me, Veronica. You're the sort of young woman a man of my class meets only rarely. I'm sorry it's that way. About your husband, what happened?"
"He was kicked, by his horse, it was dreadful," she shivered. "His...they had burst and he was in terrible pain. We'd only been married three weeks. I'd rather not talk about it, if you don't mind...." She sat looking at me intently, then nodded. "You are...my husband isn't so good looking as you...please understand, I...there will be no love, I just want...oh dear, all this sounds so utterly sordid. I was going to offer to pay you, but...?" she looked at me helplessly, begging me with her eyes to help her out.
"Look, you honor me by thinking you might offend me by offering money for my...er...services. How would it be if you did? I'll accept it, put it on a commercial basis...if it will make it easier for you."
"Would you...Tony...? Yes, would twenty pounds be all right...?" she asked doubtfully.
"Ample, I know you can afford it," I smiled. 'That's settled then, I'll accept twenty pounds, now forget it till it's time for me to go."
"No, please, I might forget," she rose gracefully and I admired her figure as she walked over to a bureau and unlocked it, took some money out, re-locked it and came back handing me four five pound notes, which I accepted and put away in my wallet.
"Many men would pay more than' that for a night with a lovely girl like you, I feel a bit of a gigolo," I grinned and she laughed.
'Would you like a drink, Tony? I want one, I'm having a gin and lime...."
"Whiskey and soda, please," I said and she opened a cabinet, poured the drinks and brought them over. She sat down, arranging her legs neatly and took a sip at her drink.
I lifted my glass and said, "I hope you get your heart's desire," then drank.
"I'll drink to that. My husband wants an heir, he hopes it will be a boy, of course, but if it's a girl I won't weep."
"A girl requires more heat, if you understand me," I said delicately. "You haven't much chance of having a girl if you're just going to submit...without love."
"Oh!...I've heard that. Oh dear...I...I suppose that's why my husband told me to say that to you, the beast, but I needn't feel any love for you...." she eyed me mischievously. "It's passion, not love, even so, with a handsome man like you, I might even find myself in love; it's too early to say yet. You like me?" she asked, looking at me directly with her violet eyes.
"like isn't in it, you're a lovely young woman. I've been mentally stripping you from the moment you opened the door, and I keep thinking of bed, yet I'm not a bit tired, funny, isn't it?" I grinned and she laughed.
"Thank you for the compliment, kind sir, why don't you come and sit here, beside me? Just move that table a little closer," she said as I rose. I placed" my glass on the table and moved it to the spot she indicated, then sat beside her, I gently removed her glass and placed it beside mine, then slid my arm along the back of the seat, but I had a question to ask her.
"Tell me, before we go any further, Veronica, are you...do you know anything about the female cycle...?"
"I didn't, but when Mary told me she had found a man she thought I would like, I went to see my doctor and he told me; he said the time was favorable." As my arm slipped down around her shoulders she turned and swayed towards me, lifting her face, then our lips met and her scent engulfed me, her soft mouth crumpled and opened and sucked and she accepted my tongue. I bore her back, then slid my hand down her thigh, then up under her silky skirts to her crotch. Her legs sprang apart and she strained her arms round my neck as I rubbed her through her panties, then squirmed my fingers inside the leg; then I felt her fingers groping at the front of my trousers, undoing the buttons, then slid her hand inside.
As her long, slim fingers closed round my stiff, naked cock, her mouth gasped against mine and she wrenched her mouth free, crying out, "Oh...Tony, it's huge, it's immense...no wonder Mary sang your praises and almost burst herself recommending you. Oh! good Lord, I feel like a virgin and it's going to hurt, I know it is," she said happily. "Let me bring it out, I want to see it."
"I have no objection at all, Ver...how about a pet name for you? Veronica's a bit of a mouthful." I asked as she eased my cock out.
"Anything you like...darling...oh!" she cooed, pushing back my foreskin, "you great big beautiful thing, look, he's blushing he's being sick too, all over my fingers."
"Nikka---"I said and she looked up startled, then laughed.
"Nikka.. . ? That sounds suggestive, doesn't it, I'm actually wearing panties, not panties, but call me that if you like..."
"Or...tits, that would be appropriate too, you've got a good pair on you."
"Tits then. Oh! I'm going to enjoy this, I know the rude words, of course, but the people in our crowd are much too polite to say them, it will be most refreshing to hear them said to me. I want you to be yourself, Tony," she told me earnestly.
"At the right time, they're love words, Tits dear," I said gently, "good old Anglo-Saxon love words, and you're a splendid example of a Saxon maiden. I love your hair, though it must be a nuisance."
"It is," she smiled, "but worth it, yes?"
"like a silky, golden cape, Bluebeard would have loved you, from what I've read about him, he hung his women up by their hair."
She looked at me oddly, then said, "It's funny you should say that Tony, my husband sometimes does just that. You see, he hadn't any real desire now, he does not often...er...assert his rights, but when he does...well, he goes to extremes...to stimulate himself, normal love-play is useless, he had a cellar built while we were away in France; it was supposed to be a wine cellar, but he fitted it out, soundproofed it, made things. He has whips...I don't really mind, I can stand pain and rather like it. Are you a sadistic man?"
"As far as I know, I've never hurt a woman in my life, too fond of them. Why?"
"They say that every man is a sadist at heart," she murmured, "so yours must be latent, but, given the chance, I'm sure you could bring it to the surface."
"Do you want me to?" I asked.
She looked into my eyes steadily, then nodded.
"I think it might be interesting Tony. There are all sorts of ingenious contraptions down there, but let's save it till later, shall we, I want this baby and I understand it's the first time that counts...with a man...?"
"The spunk is at its most virile," I agreed. "The spunk...yes," she said, eyes sparkling, "show me your balls darling. I've almost forgotten what the male balls look like."
"You can buy a pair at any butcher's shop, they call them sweetbreads, sheeps, pigs or bulls, and they're delicious on toast."
She got mine out and gently felt them. "You're built rather like a bull, you know," she laughed, "big balls too...lots of lovely spunk."
"I'm going to enjoy giving it you, I never saw a woman who arouses me like you do, and I bet my prick grows another inch when I see you naked . . I said suggestively.
"There's nothing to stop you stripping me, if you want to," she smiled, "I'm utterly willing, I assure you, but surely you must be exaggerating. It must be all of nine Inches now...P"
"I'd like you to undress yourself for me Tits, but I'll undress first, so you can see me and...watch it."
"Yes," she agreed, "I'm longing to see you naked. Oh Tony, you have a wonderful prick," she sighed as she let it go so I could get up. "You're quite a man, you know. Mary's done me a good turn and I shall see that she doesn't regret it.. . "
She watched my every move as I undressed rapidly, and when I stood naked she just sat looking at me, her eyes moving slowly up and down my body and showing appreciation with everything she saw.
"I won't be the first woman you've made pregnant, Tony," she stated rather than asked, "will I?"
"You'll be the sixteenth, if it takes; what will you do if we miss?" That point interested me.
"Tony dear, I'm sure this isn't the first and last time we shall meet. I could come to Mary's house to meet you there. I'm sure she'd let us have a bedroom...for a night, to be with a real, virile man," she breathed, clenching her hands till her knuckles whitened. "I'd gladly become your slave, and there's nothing I wouldn't do to please you. I know that even normal, healthy men have whims, perversions that debase their women and corrupt their minds. I'll submit to anything, do anything...for you. Ohl you lovely man," she cried, springing up, then falling on her knees in front of me. "Let me do something I've been longing to do since I saw your prick."
She pressed a long lass to my naked knob, then began to lick it, but I couldn't stand much of that and I had to move out of her reach.
"No more, else you will make me spill," I said, dropping into the settee, "for Christ's sake...strip."
She got to her feet and moved to stand in the middle of the hearth, just out of my reach.
"You proved your point, well take it up again...later," I grinned as she unfastened her dress.
"In any way you like to name, Tony," she said fervently. "I've never met a man I like so much," she laughed, using my own words. "I'm only just realizing what I've been missing. I'll come to you anywhere, at anytime. I know I have a lovely body and a pretty face. I'm wasted on my husband, he's less than half a man, I want real sex, I want to feel the hot spunk shooting into me. I don't care where, after you've fertilized me." She stripped off her dress and threw it into the chair.
Crossing her arms she stripped her tailored slip over her head, she made no attempt to tease, but seemed eager to get her clothes off as quickly as she could. She put her arms behind her, pulled her brassiere off and let it drop in the chair.
At sight of her naked breast, full rounded and jutting, I actually felt my cock swell as the blood pulsated into it hotly; it became rigid and vein corded, and while she hardly paused, her arms sweeping her panties down, I knew she had seen the effect she was having on me. Leaving her pants around her ankles, she released her four suspenders and took off the belt. Bending forward to roll her stockings down, her arms pushed her deep, hanging breasts together and shook them about.
She really was breathtakingly lovely, she had wonderfully fine, clear white skin, and if anyone tries to tell me one woman is much the same as another, Tits could refute it. Good breeding and the care from childhood, a leisurely life free of care, must all have contributed to the beauty she revealed to me. She threw her pants, stockings and shoes into the chair, then rose and stood proudly, hips somewhat thrust forward.
She had a neat, silky bush of thin, but long golden curls, which offered little protection to her long pink cunt and I could plainly see the soft moist lobes of her nymphias, and I could smell it.
Her waist was very slender, shoulders femininely narrow, and hips delightfully rounded. I hardly knew where to look, for she was all perfection; then, without being asked, she turned round for me to look at her back view, and there was no clenching of her buttocks, which were firm and oval, but partly hidden behind the long curtain of her hair, then she turned back to face me, and her eyes immediately went to my genitals;
"You didn't exaggerate a bit," she smiled, "what do you want to do, Tony? I mean, shall we stay here, or go to my bedroom?" I got to my feet.
"Your bedroom sounds most attractive," I smiled, "do you have separate bedrooms?"
"Yes, I don't think I would if you were my husband," she said.
"A woman's place is in bed with her man," I agreed, slipping my arm around her yielding waist, "God! You feel as good as you look, all warm, soft female. Is madam ready...IF
"Madam is. Oh Tony, I feel earthy. How do they say it when a woman is hot?"
"Randy?" I suggested.
"That's right, I'm randy! Tony, how old are you?" she asked as we walked out of the room.
"Just over thirty. Mary told me you were seventeen."
"That's right, I won't be eighteen till next February.
"How long have you been married."
"It was a month after my sixteenth birthday, about four months ago actually," she replied. "Were you a virgin?"
"Yes, but at my husband's insistence I had my hymen surgically removed a fortnight before the wedding. He didn't want the mess of breaking me in. I have it."
"Have what?" I asked.
"My maidenhead, it's been cured, the doctor did it for me and sent it to me. Would you like to see it?"
"Love to, first time I've heard of a woman keeping her hymen, though I've heard that the Jews keep the foreskin after being circumcised."
"I've always wondered about that...I mean circumcision," she said as we mounted the wide stairway side by side. "Why do they do it to little boys?"
"It's a deterrent against the habit of masturbation," I told her, looking around me appreciatively as we gained the landing. "You have a lovely home."
"It's a house, not a home," she said, leading me into her luxurious bedroom and closing the door. "Masturbation?" she queried, "What is that? I've never heard of it."
"This," I said, "this is how a male masturbates," I pumped my foreskin. "It produces a similar effect to intercourse, most children do it and girls indulge more than boys."
"How does a girl do it?"
I did it for her.
"It feels very nice," she smiled, "is it harmful?"
"People used to think it was, but doctors now say it isn't, unless you feel guilty about doing it, it's the mental effect of the guilty feeling that's harmful, not the act itself, though, with boys, it dulls the sensitiveness, and makes it a bit more difficult to bring off the spunk in intercourse with a woman."
"And girls...?"
"Doctors say the opposite effect is true with girls, it develops the clitoris and increases their enjoyment of the sex act, because it enlarges the glands and makes it more prominent. Actually, a girl who never discovers how to masturbate often grows up frigid, and the more a girl masturbates before marriage, the randier she is as a wife. Girls of poor class families learn to masturbate very young, sometimes before they reach school age, and enlightened mothers see to it that they find out, unobtrusively, of course."
"How do you mean...unobtrusively?"
"At bath time under the guise of hygiene, a soapy finger in the little slit and a rub with the towel afterwards, a child soon feels the urge to investigate the 'nice' feeling Mummy gave her, and the habit takes hold. It's natural and healthy, while a boy can do it too often, a girl can't do it often enough. Girls pass it on amongst themselves, an older girl teaches a younger one."
"Then, my education was neglected. Is it too late to start now?" she asked as we sat together on the bed.
"Oh no, it's never too late to start, and you're only seventeen. Let me see you do it, it's a fine pre-coital stimulant and causes the lubricant to flow. Press your fingers lightly, rub lightly, else you'll make it sore...that's it...some women even do it while the man is giving them intercourse, husband and wife should work together for their mutual enjoyment, the woman normally takes longer to reach her orgasm and a man, if he thinks anything of his woman, feels disappointed if she fails to reach her climax, so actually she gives him pleasure by helping bring on her climax. How's it feel?" I asked, watching the blur of her fingers and her shaking cunt.
"I like it," she gasped, "I've often felt lonely when my husband's away from home and wondered what to do with myself...I cannot thank you enough for showing me. I'll know what to do with myself now, I'll masturbate," she panted.
"It's one of a woman's blessings, she needs no apparatus, she takes it with her wherever she goes." She was lying across the bed now. "Move your fingers and I'll show you another way of doing it, the way women make love between themselves, lesbian love."
She stopped frigging and leaned up on her elbows as I slid off the bed and knelt between her lovely legs, she flushed slightly as I bent forward and gave a little cry as I lowered my face to her cunt and pushed my tongue into her furrow, but a moment later she moaned in delight and eagerly opened out her legs as, with the stiff tip of my tongue, I titillated her clitoris.
"Oh! Tony! This is even better than with my fingers. Oh! My darling, what a world of pleasure you have Opened to me, I feel so ignorant, so innocent. I pray that the smell isn't offending you...?"
I lifted my face and she regretted her question.
"Why should it, your cunt is beautiful and it has to be like this, a woman, no matter how scrupulous she is about personal hygiene, finds it impossible to do anything about the condition of her cunt. Wash it out, scrub it even, and in half an hour it's as it was before. I like it, in fact, I'll admit that I prefer it left unwashed. I insist that my women leave it alone, except at the end of a period, that's the only time it should be washed out, at all other times it's enough to wipe it after a visit to the lavatory, and a woman should change her panties only once a week." I went back to licking her cunt.
"But Tony," she protested, "it would smell horrid, besides, I bathe every day, so how could I avoid washing it?"
"Just that, have your bath by all means, but avoid washing it, water alone cannot dissolve the spunky film, it's water resistant, and actually your urine does the job quite adequately. You should never hold it open when you urinate, you should sit with your legs closed, leaning forward and let the warm urine wash it out. You have only to look at the way it is made, the lips lie close together and they're deep where your urine vent is. The correct way a woman should urinate is to squat, so that your cunt is close to the ground. Constant washing removes the white smegma from the crevices and folds, and the smegma is the natural feminine scent to attract males to her, and it's an irritant. Have you ever noticed a little girl absently insert her finger to rub it?" She nodded. "There you are then, the girl feels the itch of the smegma more thickly than lower down, because her urine washes it away. It's nature's way of drawing her attention to her clitoris and showing her how to masturbate herself. You can learn a lot by watching animals, and in their natural habitat they perform a regular toilet, in pools and streams, but they don't wash away their natural oils with soap."
"Do you want me to...to leave it alone, Tony?" she asked diffidently.
"If you want to meet me again...yes, a woman should smell female...it excites me, to me a cunt without its natural smell is almost sexless, it should smell and itch, so that unconsciously you get into the habit of putting your hand there to rub it. Seeing you do that makes me desire to give you a fucking. When I fuck you I spunk into you and fertilize your womb, you become pregnant and give birth, completing the natural feminine cycle of life and we reproduce ourselves again and again. What can be more natural than that, Tits?"
"I'm convinced," she laughed, "I'll do as you say, I'll leave it alone in future, except after a period, but, if you are successful, my periods will stop. Do I leave it unwashed for months, and let it accumulate?"
"You do, and I think you should wear well-fitting panties instead of those scanty panties, then you won't offend your friends. A woman's cunt odor is a private thing between her and her man, in this case-me."
"I shall have to wear them in bed too, else I shall offend...me," she laughed.
"That's another thing, some children, and people too, sleep with their heads under the bedclothes, it's unhealthy and they wouldn't do that if they left their sex parts unwashed, they would sleep with their heads in the open air.
"Your arguments are most convincing, Tony," she laughed, "I'll buy some panties...but we've talked enough, darling, I'm still waiting to be fucked...."
"I'm afraid I got carried away, I feel strongly about it."
She twisted on the bed and crawled into the middle. I followed her and crawled between her Open legs and eased it in. She was wonderfully tight and moaned softly, clinging to me as I pushed on up, then fucked it in the rest of the way.
"Oh, darling," she gasped, wriggling uncomfortably, "I never knew my opening went into me that far, it feels wonderful, you're up as far as my navel....oh! Love me," she panted, "it's making me feel dreadfully hot and passionate...rub me. I love it...fuck me, hold me tight," she murmured dreamily as I opened out, crushing her soft body under mine and rocking her on the soft bed.
'You're beautiful," I breathed, "I'm going to enjoy getting you pregnant, and I shall want to see your belly swollen with my child, but when it's born, you must have a wet-nurse, we can't have your lovely breasts ruined with milk. Promise...?"
"Oh, I do, my darling, I'll do anything you say, but our baby must have a woman's milk. Oh! make me hot, fuck me hard, make me...oh, it's huge! How passionate you are, I feel sick...phew! oh my goodness, I'm wet all over, I'm sweating, you're crushing my tits and I can hardly breathe. Oh, darling...darling, I can't bear it." She cringed and shivered in the throes of her come, belly hard, her legs stiff, eyes turned up, then, quite by accident, my leaping cock found the mouth of her womb on the instant I let it go, then I was groaning and shivering and gushing my spunk into her. We lay panting, bathed in sweat and utterly at peace, then I rolled over and took her with me, we lay face to face locked together and clinging to each other to keep the delicious contact and she gazed at my face moistly.
"How silly can a woman be," she murmured, half to herself.
'Who's silly, sweetheart?" I asked, kissing her soft mouth gently.
"I was, when I said you mustn't expect me to love you, but how could I know you would make me feel like that. I feel I'm a true woman at last, and it's a wonderful sensation, I assure you."
"You are satisfied with me, then?" I asked gently.
"How can you ask me that?" she cried. "Satisfied...P" Oh my goodness, heaven must be like that, or it should be, else I don't want to go there when I die."
"That, please God, is a long way off yet, take all the pleasure you can get while you're alive, and let heaven take care of itself. You have a lovely body...use it," I told her.
"I'd rather you used it," she laughed, "be my mate, I'll meet you whenever you can come to me. Oh, Tony, how easily you could make me your slave. Oh, I worship you, I adore your great prick and beautiful big balls, how strong it is, my husband's always shrinks up to nothing, but yours...?"
"You have your beauty to thank for that darling Tits; the name sure becomes you, they're as firm as balls and your nipples seem to be trying to push holes in my chest, yes, I can feel your cunt sucking at me, you have a good set of muscles down there, not many women bother to use them like that, you make it fifty-fifty, and I bet if you tried, you could suck me off without either of us moving our bodies."
"Let's go down into the cellar, Tony, I want to be strapped into-the chair. I like the chair best, it makes me feel deliciously helpless and you can lock me into any position you like. Shall we...?"
"I'd like to," I said, pulling slowly out, she gave a sigh of regret, then sat up and swung herself off the bed. I followed her saucy, dancing buttocks, which rolled enticingly, her breasts swayed and jolted.
"I can feel your spunk moving inside me, Tony, I feel slick and juicy and in the mood for anything."
"A man can get pretty worked up about a helpless woman," I said, "aren't you afraid of being hurt?"
She waited for me at the bottom of the stairs and took my hand.
"No, Tony, not with you, I'd like it. Women can stand a lot of pain, we're made for it, we turn it into excitement. Oh! I didn't show you my maidenhead." She halted. "I'll go back and fetch it, you go on down and have a look round, darling, you'll find it interesting and you may get ideas, be sure I'll cooperate," and with that she ran back the way we had come.
The door was of oak and iron studded, it could be locked from the inside. I saw a switch and pressed it down, the stone stairway was illuminated so I went down. At the bottom was another door and I let myself through, found a bank of switches and pulled them all down. Immediately the big cellar became brilliantly lighted.
The walls and ceiling were white, the floor covered with a deep wine-red carpet, but it was the things the room contained and Tit's word occurred to me as I stared at each piece...contraptions seemed about to describe them, there were rings fixed into the walls too and hooks in the ceiling, a cabinet stood at the far end, I wandered over to the nearest structure, it was made of polished wood, brass and leather and bore a faint resemblance to a vaulting horse, the middle of which was hollowed into a saddle, from which a tapered horn stuck up.
The next was obviously the "chair" Tits had mentioned, and it also had a horned saddle, the saddle was shaped to fit the buttocks and the horn was split down the middle. I looked under the saddle and saw the adjuster, a spring and thumbscrew, the rest was four carved arms with straps and an adjustable headrest, each of the arms was hinged with locking devices.
Another piece was like a scaffold and reared to the ceiling with a hook on the arm fixed to a thin wire cable, which could be raised and lowered. From the supporting beam bolted to the wall were hinged corse-pieces, and from the base were two hinged arms.
Next to it was a cross which was slightly askew and I found on touching it that it swiveled in the center and could be turned on its axis.
"Well, Tony, what do you think of it?" Tits' voice interrupted my tour and I went to meet her. She handed me a small leather covered box, I opened it, it was lined with cream velvet and was a fitting receptacle for the circle of cured flesh, which felt like a pulpy sort of leather when I lifted it out.
The edges were thicker than the center and there was a small hole in the middle. It was her hymen.
"Would you like it, Tony?" she asked and I looked up and nodded.
"You can have it then, my name is inside the lid, my maiden name, I wasn't married when I had the operation."
I replaced the inch and a half circle of skin back in its velvet nest and she took it from me and placed it on a small table near the steps, then said, "Weird, isn't it? All planned with me in mind too, you would hardly believe some of the things my husband has done to me down here. That's where he hangs me by my hair," she pointed to the scaffold, "but, as I told you, that one's my favorite." She walked over to the "chair" and touched the horn. "I have to sit on that, come and help me up, I'll tell you how to fasten me to it, you can raise or lower the whole thing by that handle near the floor and, as I told you, adjust me in any position you like. See this strap behind the headrest?" I nodded, "that's to clamp my hair, shall I plait it ready for you? Don't look like that, darling, it's all right, truly it is. Please humor my whim. Oh, before I forget, youll find lots of interesting things in that cabinet, beside the whips and canes and spare straps, it's not locked. Now please get me strapped down, and see you pull the straps tight, else I might slip and hurt myself on the horn. Hold me while I climb into the saddle."
Seeing she was so set on it, I lent a hand and with my assistance lowered herself down on the horn. It made me feel a bit sick to see her wriggling it into her anus, the base of the horn was quite half as thick again as the root of my cock, then her soft bottom settled onto the leather covered saddle and she smiled at me.
"I'm used to it, I've had bigger things than this up there," she leaned back and fitted her head into the hollowed, shaped headrest, throwing back the thick rope of hair, so I moved round and strapped her hair down, then she fitted her right arm along the hinged arm rest and I fixed the straps at a point above her elbow and at her wrist, then her other arm to the one opposite, then her legs to the other two lower ones at knee and ankle.
She was looking at me with an expression of surprise, but this was due to the way her hair had tautened the skin of her face and had pulled her eyebrows up, she couldn't close her eyes and her upper lip was lifted.
"Now...I'm all yours, if you make me scream, no one will hear me; use your imagination, darling, stir your latent sadistic instincts and commit whatever outrageous manipulations you like on me. Go and have a look in the cabinet, use anything you find there, my body is neither precious or sacred, if you think so, forget it, I want to be violated and hurt, and I won't mind if you draw blood."
PART TWO - INCEST
CHAPTER ONE
People may think me particular and finicky, but I have always maintained that, somewhere in the world there is the right person for each of us.
With this idea firmly planted in my mind, and determined to accept no one else until I found Her whom destiny had singled out for me, I started my quest as early as just after my sixteenth birthday. I kept in mind that, if and when I met my true love, time must elapse for decent courting and an adequate period of engagement, before the final step of meeting my bride at the altar rails and exchanging eternal vows.
It was soon bourn upon me that I had taken on no easy task, and the world, as represented by my immediate vicinity, appeared abundantly populated, with a bewildering variety of female persons to chose from. The schools were turning out their quotas of educated girls and throwing them on the market every six months.
All shapes, sizes and ages, in a variety of hair colorings and styled and from homes of all classes, confronted me and made my head whirl. It served to reveal to me, the true extent of the task I had undertaken. I knew I must do something to simplify matters, and it came to me that my masculine instinct must, in some way, guide me.
To help it along, I did some extensive thinking. I searched my soul for some pointer to aid me in my blind groping. Gradually there emerged a sort of specification, vague at first, but progressively becoming clearer.
Being blond myself, it seemed reasonable to me that she would be the opposite, dark-haired. I was just over average height, five-foot-nine in my socks, so decided that she should be no more than five-foot-four, or less.
As to her figure, I had quite a good idea of what I wanted, and in a way, my ideal would go a long way towards reducing the field. I wanted a girl with a good figure, slim waist, hips about the classical yard, but with big breasts somewhere between forty and fifty-inch. The picture began to take form and my task seemed simpler.
The next worry was, how on earth was I to tell if we were sexually suited?
This to me was a most important point. She must like sex as much, or even more than I did myself.
My researches had already uncovered a most significant fact, which was that some girls simulated a sexiness they were far from feeling, before marriage. After being safely married, a patient course of weaning the unfortunate husband away from it, ending up by denying him altogether becomes pattern.
I knew myself to possess a vigorous sexual constitution, and a kind nature had endowed me well with genital organs of unusual size. This fact was revealed to me during my school days, to be. precise, in the school urinal, where I had been privileged to compare mine with those of other boys my age, and in this way I had learned of my good fortune. I had been the envy of all the older boys who often told me they wished that they too had a big penis. At fifteen, in erection, it was eight inches in length and as thick as a child's wrist. The intervening years had added to its length and girth, and my testicles grew larger and heavier with the approach of manhood.
My regular nocturnal emissions, which occurred during the night about once a month, left a stain on the bed sheets as large as a tea plate, and mother had something to say about the mess, which she had to wash out. She knew, however that it was not my fault, for I was not addicted to masturbation, and, in time she came to accept it without demur. Occasionally, I would find her looking at me with a peculiar expression in her eyes, a look of...speculation, perhaps appraisement.
This, as I grew older, began to intrigue me, and I realized as most boys eventually do, that I lacked experience in a world where sexual competence was vitally important not only for physical well-being, important in itself, but also for reputation, and in the latter I already had an excellent advantage by being so over-sexed. I soon learned that this was an advantage indeed, but useless unless I could learn how to use it to gain the utmost enjoyment for myself and my partner, whoever she may turn out to be.
I knew I must, somehow or another, gain experience and practice by actually exercising my penis in a woman. It seemed to me-that an older woman, wise in the ways of men, would be far better than a young semi-experienced girl, who might herself be in the throes of learning, and also because an older woman must surely have more ample accommodation, in which my fumbling initiation could do no harm. Later, with competence and usage I could pass to younger women, until I finally felt myself experienced enough to tackle a virgin.
My thinking finally showed me that the only way I could be entirely sure of my choice would be a try-out to test my own, and her reactions. I knew this would mean trying out quite a lot of girls before the definable something clicked in my mind and told me positively that I had found her.
My next step, therefore, was to find a woman of amiable disposition, willing to become my sexual teacher.
My mother's interest in me slyly suggested to my subconscious as the nearest and most convenient woman of my acquaintance with whom to break my masculine virginity. My choice appeared, on the surface at least, a wise one. I was her only child, she adored me, she felt possessive about me, and she was used to washing my sperm stains from my bed linen. Her hands had felt its slipperiness and her nose had smelled its smell, and recently she appeared to be lavishing me with special attentions, which had, however, gone unnoticed by my father. He was aging and no longer interested in her, I felt sure, as a woman. He was at least ten years older than she, and I have reason to believe that she married him only because he got her pregnant, and it is a fact that my birth certificate and her marriage license are dated less than six months apart.
At the time of my birth, mother was only seventeen, and this made her around thirty three. She looked much younger than that and could have knocked off five or more years to anyone who met her for the first time, without her deception being questioned.
But her most attractive feature, to me, was the fact that though otherwise modestly shaped, slim of waist, legs and arms most shapely, she possessed big breasts of which she seemed proud. She had one dress which she kept for special occasions. It had a low cut neckline.
Her love of dancing had caused her, from the time I was twelve, to send me to dance classes at the local Town Hall. I must have inherited from her the love of dancing, for I had made astonishing progress, much to her delight, and could now give a good account of myself on the Floor.
After a little thinking, I decided my best approach would be to take her to a Ball. I knew my father would offer no objections to this. He would, in fact, be delighted for her to have an evening out, long due to her, while he enjoyed a quiet evening at home.
Having decided this, my next move was easy. I waited until the Town Hall advertised a Gala Ball with a good band. Having by this time secured satisfactory employment, I had money in my wallet, more than enough to make it a special occasion.
I visited the box office during my dinner break, saying nothing to my mother until that evening. The tickets in an envelope to keep them clean, I plucked up the courage to ask her for the pleasure of her company to the dance.
I waited until after tea, after I had helped her wash and tidy up, as was my practice. I waited till she and father were taking their ease in their armchairs on either side of the fire.
"Mother," I said, "I have two tickets for the Town Hall Dance next Thursday."
"Have you dear?" she asked, smiling. "Who's the lucky girl?"
"Girl...?" I inquired, "Oh, I see what you mean, there isn't a girl, mother. I-I wondered if you-if you'd like to go with me. I want a good partner...."
This pleased her like nothing else could.
"Me? Oh, Teddy, now nice of you. I'd love to go, if your father won't mind....?"
Thus appealed to, Father said: "Mind? Not me, do you good. Go by all means."
For the rest of the evening, Mother talked of little else. She was excited and delighted and her eyes beamed softly on me, so that it became progressively easier for me to think of her as a woman, instead of as my mother.
The event naturally necessitated more preparation on her part than mine. Though, because it was a very special occasion, I ordered a new suit and accessories, spending quite a bit on myself, and giving her money to add to what Father gave her. She made an appointment with the hairdresser she usually favored, and, in the short time at her disposal, did wonders in freshening up her skin with creams and lotions in the privacy of her bedroom. She removed the hairs from her arms and legs, determined to be a credit to me and look her very youngest. I noted the changes and improvements with inward delight and pleasure. It made me feel proud that she took so much trouble just for me, far more than it had been her custom to take when Father took her out.
Even her figure seemed to improve daily, by what means I don't know, but probably self-massage. That was something I would have loved to do for her, but which was too early to offer. However, if I succeeded in my designs, it would probably bring me the privilege, eventually, to have the right to do such intimate things for her.
The intervening days seemed to pass with agonized slowness. But at last the day came and I found it difficult to keep my mind on my work, till at last I was free, asking permission to finish one hour earlier.
On the way home, I called at my tailor to pick up my suit, which had been promised for that day. It was ready and I hurried home with it, to find Mother already in a flurry of preparation.
Father would not be home till it was nearly time for us to set out. She kissed me on the lips as soon as I came in and, for a delightful moment, I felt the cushioned pressure of her loose, thinly clad breasts against my chest. She appeared to be wearing the minimum of clothing, and appeared fresh from a bath, her hair-do in place. She exuded a delicious fragrance of bath salts and scented soap. Her skin glowed and her inward excitement was evident to me by her erect nipples, which pushed against her thin blouse. As she pulled away from me, the front of her blouse billowed. Looking down, I saw she was wearing no underwear, at least upon her upper body, and this made me wonder whether she had also left off her panties.
She said there was lots of hot water and I was to have a bath before I had my dinner, which was keeping hot for me in the oven. I made my way upstairs to my bedroom, deposited my parcel on the bed and opened it. I laid out my new suit, and brought out the other things I would wear, including the new suede shoes.
As I undressed myself of my working clothes, I felt a longing at the back of my mind for some opportunity to expose myself before my mother. I wanted her to see me, naked if possible, because I felt that it could do my cause no harm, and might, indeed, help it. I felt sure that a woman must feel affected by masculine nudity, even a mother for her son's, and such a thing would surely linger in her mind, and gradually infect her with sexual longings.
However, it would have to happen naturally, else she would suspect me of evil thoughts, and might even decide not to go with me. I realized how delicate my position was and how much depended on my behavior.
I had left things very much to chance, banking mainly upon her love for me and her excitement at an evening out, doing what she loved to do-dance.
I took into account the feeling of intimacy occasioned when two people of opposite sexes went through the movements of dancing together, the bodily contact that occurred, and which is capable of arousing either partner's awareness of the other erotically. I had learned about this during my many lessons, and remembered the times I had disgraced myself and had difficulty in concealing the state of my genitals from my partner, whose body touching mine ever so lightly, had caused.
I intended to devote myself to Mother and refuse other partners, unless she expressly urged me. I felt that this could not fail to delight her.
I was already bothered about Mother, her kiss and the feel as her breasts had buffeted against me had left me dizzy and given me an erection, which on removing my soiled pants, reared up like a barber's pole and swayed majestically. Its moist tip some ten inches from its root, below which my swollen testicles clung in their clenched purse. I knew that I mustn't let her see me like this. If she did it would be as good as a confession of my intentions.
I attired myself in robe and slippers and made for the bathroom safely, but left the door unlatched, in case she took it into her head to come up and do my back. I hoped the water would reduce my erection.
I ran the bath, tested it and got in. I had not a good deal of time at my disposal and set about removing the grime deposits from my body. My concentration had the desired effect and the tension went out of my penis.
I was about ready to get out, my hand was reaching out for the plug, when mother knocked and came in. , My heart gave a bound and I twisted round to stare at her, hoping fervently that her presence would not cause my penis to stiffen again.
"Shall I do your back?" she asked, bending over the bath and seizing the sponge without waiting for my reply. I nodded as she lathered it and bent to attend me. She was still as she had been on my homecoming and in bending, her breasts hung down and I found myself gazing entranced into her sagging blouse. When I looked up at her face guiltily, I had a shock, for she was peering intently into the water, which was only slightly clouded with soap, and, as I looked at her, she furtively licked her lips, and I knew she could see the long, soft torpedo lying between my thighs.
She washed down my back absently, then asked me to stand up so that she could do the lower half.
I knew then.
Without question, I rose. I made no attempt at concealment, though I did not look at her as I stood in the bath. I was acutely aware of the part of me she was looking at, and I felt glad it remained soft, though it hung to pretty near its full length and swung gently as she sponged from my waist to my behind. I stood half turned to her, more sideways on, and noted the change in her breathing as she took it all in. I could see she was deeply stirred, and she had come up solely to satisfy her curiosity about me.
She finished washing me down and laid the sponge aside, then turned, and I thought she was going, but instead she reached for the towel rail and pulled off the warmed towel, which she spread between her hands. I stepped out of the bath and stood on the mat while she rubbed me dry.
Then she knelt down in front of me and began to dry my legs, but abruptly she dropped the towel and clasped her arms round my hips, then cried, lifting her face to look up into mine;
"My son...oh, my son...my beautiful son...what a man you've grown to be." And she looked down at my genitals, then dipped her head and wildly pressed moist, warm kisses over my penis, finally opening her mouth to suck in the lower part, and, at the feel of her warm, wet mouth my penis surged into erection, and I felt shameless.
"Oh...Mother," I cried, "Mother...please. I cannot help it."
She knew what I meant and looked up, her eyes smiling as she, quite lasciviously, sucked on my penis, half of which now was buried in her mouth. She dipped and twisted her head, pushed and pulled back and succeeded in forcing my foreskin back. She redoubled her sucking upon my bared glans, and the sensual delight was excruciating, so much so that I feared I would ejaculate, but Mother knew just how far she could go and abruptly terminated her torment and sat back on her heels.
"I've wanted to do that for...ooh, I don't know how long, darling. Isn't it awful....? I'm crazy about my own son, but, terribly, terribly proud that I'm your mother."
I looked down at her helplessly, then tentatively rested my hands on her shoulders and began softly to stroke the silk of her blouse over the smooth balls of her shoulders, my eyes peering down into the sagging front.
"I know what you want," she murmured, "but Teddy, not now, there isn't the time..." Her voice dropped to a whisper, "After the dance..." and she slowly rose to her feet. Tenderly, "So proud that I'm going to do something dreadfully wicked and sinful tonight...after the ball. Your father won't expect us back till late, and the dance won't finish till nearly one o'clock, but we could leave early, Teddy. It's a warm evening and we won't take a chill. You could take a coat for us to he on. We can walk as far as Church Lane, and I know a spot round there. I was born near there and it hasn't changed since I was a girl. Tell me, Teddy, has there been a girl-yet?"
I shook my head.
"I'm glad," she murmured, her eyes glowing. "I'll be your first woman, Teddy, and you shall try out your manhood with me. Not that it's difficult, it is not, darling, but an inexperienced girl would make it appear so by her shyness. If you treat me to a few drinks, and I think I shall need something to dull my conscience the first time, darling, to make me forget that you're my son, and a few drinks won't hurt you either, for the same reason, we'll have intercourse. With me, Teddy, it will be incest, but I can't go on any longer, living in the same house as you, with this hunger gnawing at me. Now that I've seen you naked, my mind is made up, that is, if you want me?"
'Want you...? Oh, Mother," I gasped. "Just give me the chance and I'll show you how much I want you, and how deep my love for you is."
"How long is it, Teddy?" she asked, her eyes twinkling, and she put her hands down to clasp it lightly, one above the other.
"Ten inches, I think," I murmured, "about that."
"Then your love shall be ten inches deep," she chuckled. "Right up here," she pushed her hand down and gripped the broad root tightly, her other hand slid under my testicles and cupped them, gently her fingers massaged my soft balls. "Do you think you can forget I'm your mother, Teddy?" she queried with a saucy look and fluttering eyelashes.
"I guess so, if I wanted to, but, I don't think I do, do you?"
"Not particularly, darling," her eyes sparkled. "No, I don't but I thought it might make it easier for you if I said I did, but it makes it more exciting for me to know and remember mothering you. I wasn't married at the time I conceived you, but you know that, don't you?"
I nodded.
"I'm glad now, though I wasn't at the time it happened. I thought I was ruined," she laughed. "Your father married me and gave me a home when my parents threatened to throw me out, so he wasn't so bad really. But I've never loved him as a woman should love her husband. But he's been easy to live with, and understanding. I can do this with you-I mean, become your mistress, without a qualm, or, if I have any, very slight ones. And Teddy, it needn't stop at tonight, once I've opened my legs to you I'll find opportunities for you to have me."
With that she released me, smiled and left the bathroom. I heard her go to her bedroom and shut the door, and though my impulse was to follow her, I restrained it. After slipping my feet into my slippers and throwing my dressing gown across my shoulders, I returned to my bedroom and began to dress myself in my new things.
I knew mother was dressing too, and the thought that she might be standing naked came to torture me.
I went down and found she was still up there, so I got out my dinner and sat down to eat it. In spite of the emotions that churned in me, I was hungry, so I did full justice to the delicious meal she had prepared and was just finishing when she came down. She was clad in the low-necked gown I liked and she carried her best coat over her arm and her imagine handbag swung from her hand.
The gown, a sort of semi-dance one, was, I knew, of pure silk. It was a pale orange color that suited her. She filled it, especially the bodice, for the skirt was full and flared. The top clung to her torso a lot tighter than her own skin and held her full breasts with almost embarrassing frankness. However, there was a cape that went with the gown, and this she had concealed under her coat. She'd left it off so that I could see her without it before we started.
"Oh Mother," I emphasized the word 'Mother', "you look...." She put her finger to her lips and I stopped there.
"I know, darling, but, save it till later, in case your father...." I nodded and let my eyes say it for me.
A little later he came in, but she had time to fasten the cape and cover her white, naked shoulders and breasts decently.
The gown had slender shoulder straps and the neck and back were scooped out about a foot deep. She apparently wore no underwear unless she was wearing panties.
After seeing to Father, she said we'd better start off. We set out the short distance to the Town Hall. My chest swelled with pride, for Mother looked really lovely.
After having the tickets torn in half, she went to the ladies cloakroom to deposit her coat and check her make-up, while I checked my coat in. I had brought my second best overcoat instead of my best one, so that it wouldn't matter all that much if it got soiled or mussed up when it served during the much anticipated tussle.
She joined me in the Hall, where a good number of couples were already gathered. Just as she came up to me, the band swung into a waltz and she slipped easily into my arms and matched my steps, floating light as a feather, her legs occasionally brushing mine in the long strides. I made breathless turns with the sole object of feeling her body crushed against mine, and she smiled into my eyes as her breasts flattened themselves against my chest and she felt the dig of my erect penis prod against the soft cushion of her mount.
Ecstatic with happiness, ignoring the inviting glances cast at me by numerous much younger women and girls as they noticed my competence. Dance followed dance, and always we were together. Mother tirelessly backing and swinging with me, till at last, just after eleven o'clock, she flashed me the signal I had been waiting for. Separately, we stole quietly out of the Hall and collected our coats. I made my way outside and waited for her. Presently she emerged, looking about her eagerly, then came to me and slipped her arm through mine.
We said nothing as we walked down the deserted street towards Church Lane, no great distance away. Her arm hugged mine and she matched her steps to mine, her body exuding an exciting fragrance of perfume mingled with perspiration, the latter from her exertions on the floor. She lifted her arms, unfastened her coat, then unclipped the cape. She withdrew it, folded it and put it in the pocket of her coat, then fastened one button, leaving the upper ones undone.
She now slipped her arm out of mine, then gently pushed my arm around her waist. She reached over, took hold of my free arm and brought it over. She guided my hand inside her coat and pressed it against her bare chest. I gently pushed my hand between the silk and her warm breast. My hand trembled as I cupped it under the full bottomed mound of soft flesh and lifted slightly taking its weight. Her nipple against the ball of my thumb. She nestled contentedly against me, her head lightly resting on my shoulder, yet it was she who guided me. We were in Church Lane.
Our feet crunched the looser gravel of the unfrequented lane, which was narrowed by grass and weeds due to the little use by traffic. The lane led, eventually, to open common, but we were not going that far. Once past the church, she raised her arm and pointed to a stile, then lifted my arm out of her coat. I helped her over the stile and we took to the faint pathway across a field.
Mother guided me surely, then, some distance along the path she said: "Could you carry me across the grass, darling?" She halted and pointed over to her left. "The grass is damp and might spoil my shoes and stockings. It's over there, darling, the bushes. There's a little cave, enough for the two of us. I helped make it. We shall be cozy in there, and it'll be dry."
I stopped and lifted her in my arms, then crossed the stretch of grass and eased my way with my warm burden to between the bushes. My eyes having become accustomed to the faint light of the moon, I made out the dark mouth of the cave and carried her there, then gently set her down.
"Better have a look to see if it's clean," I said, and brought out a pencil light. I heard mother laugh softly, and I grinned as I stopped at the cave mouth, switched on and moved the small beam of light around the interior. I felt her beside me, and she bent too, her soft hip touched mine.
I was surprised at the size of the cave, which was dug out of the side of a small hill of sandstone. It was about ten feet deep, though not much more than three feet at its highest point near the entrance. It sloped back and was roughly four feet wide, the floor deep in soft clean sand. I could see no sign of fouling from either children or animals, as is usually the case.
"Oh, it's a lot deeper now," Mother murmured, "than when I helped start it. I'll take off my shoes and stockings, darling," she said. "We shall be safe and snug in here. Go spread your coat for me. I'm going to take my gown off, and I think you better do the same with your nice suit. Teddy, I enjoyed the dance. You were perfect, darling, and I cannot remember a lovelier evening."
"I couldn't help myself, Mother, I had a lovely partner, and there wasn't a girl there to match you. Either for looks or skill. I bet you could make your living giving dancing lessons."
"If I was good, it was only because you were too," she said peering into the cave as she bent to remove her stockings. Then, bare footed, she came in after me.
"Is Dad a good dancer?" I asked as I took her things and placed them to the side, on my spread coat.
"Your Father? Oh, he can't dance at all. He only took me dancing, I had to find partners when I got there, while he leaned against the bar. I've never had my own partner till tonight." She knelt on my coat and I helped her off with her coat and folded it inside out, placed it out of harm's way.
She turned and sat, throwing the back of her skirt clear.
"Well go dancing together again...?" I queried, starting to undress and finding the low roof a bit cramping.
"We can't go dancing too often for me, darling" she said, busy with the fastenings of her gown. "Besides, it will give us opportunities-like this, and a girl should always pay her share in some way..." Her voice sounded saucy.
"I hope you don't think...?" I protested.
"No, of course not, but it will certainly inspire me to see that you get all the pleasure I can give you. I shall get a lot myself. You have a lovely cock, Teddy."
Ts it bigger than Dad's?" I asked with interest.
"Yes, at least half as big again. You young boys are growing into bigger men than your fathers, and the girls are a lot taller too, so I expect you won't have any difficulty in finding girls long enough to take you."
By this time I was down to my underwear.
"Help me pull my gown off, Teddy," she said, feeling over me in the dark, "and don't go switching that light on-yet. I find I'm a bit shy of you seeing me undressed, but when I'm used to you-you can. I'll let you see all my secrets."
Kneeling crouched beside her, together we gently removed her gown and, as she folded it, I could hear the faint soft slaps as her breasts met. Then her arms were groping out for me and she pulled me down beside her warm body. She drew me close and pulled my head down to hers. Our mouths found each other and we dissolved into sweet bliss, kissing deeply and straining against each other. Tentatively at first, I began to feel over her, and got a shock, for she was completely naked.
Her leg moved, the upper one, lifting up as she felt my shaking hand feeling along her thigh. I eagerly slid my hand up between her open legs. I groaned as my fingers encountered humid hairs. Her arm was moving and she slid her hand down the front of my pants, inside to clasp my penis and push down my foreskin.
I felt an incredulous delight and wonder as I felt all over her hairy vulva. The growth was very thick and dense, the hairs moist and spunky. Her vulva was full, its cleft deep and fleshy, and I'd never felt anything so soft as the inside, which was loose and divided into what felt like several lips. My fingers at once became slippery and wet, but it was so warm and soft and tender that I found nothing offensive about it and longed to see it. I knew that the part of her I was feeling was commonly called the 'cunt'. Strangely enough, the slang name seemed to fit it exactly.
"Well Teddy, what do you think of me?" she murmured presently as we, by mutual consent, stopped kissing to get our breath.
"Mother-Mother darling," I moaned, and my groping finger found her inlet. She lifted her leg higher and gave a gentle thrust, so that I found my finger inside her. I gently pushed it up as far as it would go and eagerly felt inside her body. "Oh, it's beautiful, so soft and moist...."
"Yes, I'm disgracefully wet," she agreed. "Oh Teddy, that's where you're supposed to put your cock. That's my female hole you are feeling. Teddy darling, come on top of me and I'll guide it in. When you feel it go into me, push it up as far as you can. I'll help, then, as soon as it's right in, rub it into me. Pull and push it in and out. Pull back, but not too far, then push it back hard and right in. That's all there is to it, keep rubbing it into me and go faster when I ask you to."
She rolled over onto her back and pulled me after her. I found myself kneeling, partly lying on her. She reached down and pulled my shirt up, then pushed my pants down. She pulled my bared middle down upon hers, then felt under me. She pulled my penis and I felt the warm kiss of the hairy lips. She guided it into her opening and the moment I felt her soft flesh close round my glans I pushed, while she heaved herself up. Our flesh seemed to merge and my penis became enclosed within throbbing warmth and softness. I could feel her grip down near the root, my testicles rested against her soft bottom.
"Now rub it," she moaned, enfolding me in her arms. "Rub me darling, darling son. Fuck your mother, you have your cock in the place in which you grew. I carried you up there for nine months, inside my belly, and now I have a part of you in me again."
Awkwardly at first, I obeyed her, but I found it so easy that within a few minutes my back became supple and I seemed to flow in bliss as I rocked upon her, while she thrust up eagerly under me. Meeting me, her body seemed to gulp my penis in, her flesh sucked and bathed my shaft in slick lubricant. Gradually her breathing changed to panting. She encouraged me both verbally and actively, with her body and arms, holding me tight against her breasts, her arms somehow causing me to massage my chest against hers, the cushions of her full breasts rolling as I heaved into her with more and more abandon and lack of restraint. She had no need to ask me to go faster. Suddenly, she went limp and slack she lay, belly fluttering oddly and uttering incoherent sobs and gasps. Her inside appeared to become much hotter and sort of convulsive clenching. As suddenly as it had hit her, the same sort of thing hit me. I had a sensation of frothing effervescence, then bewilderingly intense ecstasy that came in great wrenching spasms, and with it, forcefully, I ejaculated my sperm while I jabbed at her. Striving to push it in further, I jerked her body with my erratic hooking, then it began to dwindle away and I settled in semi-exhaustion into her yielding softness. My senses bathed in her scent and then we were lying still, both panting heavily, but supremely happy.
When our breathing had subsided to a more normal level, Mother said;
T ought to be feeling ashamed of myself, and of you. Oh, darling, I feel too good, I love you too much to have any silly regrets. What about you?"
"I feel like that too, sort of proud of myself," I said. "Shall I get off?"
"No, lie on me. I like it-women do. Press down on my stomach and keep your-cock in. What do you think of women now, Teddy?"
T think women are marvelous," I said, complying with her wishes and pressing down on her wide hips. I could feel my penis beginning to stir. "It was wonderful-for me. Did I do it alright?"
"You did splendidly, darling, for a beginner, but you need lots of practice. Leave it to me, I'll see that you get it. I suppose you know you wet into me?" she asked.
'Why yes, I couldn't help it, Mother. Do you think...?" I asked fearfully, the full realization hitting me that I had endangered her.
"It's quite possible, darling," she murmured seriously. "You're young and virile and I'm a healthy woman, but for you..." She fell silent, thinking, then said, "You mustn't be jealous at what I'm going to suggest. It will mean that I must encourage your father and he hasn't tried for some time. I suppose because I've been cool about it, but I could easily rouse him. We used to have it, after he'd taken me dancing, and tonight he wouldn't be suspicious if I showed I wanted it. He knows dancing makes me lot'...."
"Oh Mother-but-why?" I protested.
"Just in case, darling. He's my husband, and I must have someone to blame. No one must suspect you if I find myself expecting a baby. Only you and I will know. It will be our secret darling, that you are its father, but your father must think he's responsible. I won't like having him do it to me, not after you. I shall have to hold him and make him come inside me like you did, but I shall be full of your spunk and his won't have a chance. Its either that, Teddy, or washing it out when I get home, else your father will know he couldn't have done it.
"Oh Mother....?" I felt appalled at the very suggestion, but excited too, so much so that my penis swelled into erection and pushed back inside me. Almost without thinking, I began to undulate upon her and her arms tightened round me. "Oh, Mother...please, would you?" I cried, becoming aware of what I was doing. I carried on, more vigorously and eagerly, spurred on by the flare of knowledge of its significance.
"For you, yes. Oh yes, you've roused my maternal instincts darling, and you've such a beautiful long cock. I can feel its head tickling my navel, and your father's never reached that far. You can give me your love-juice every time-oh Teddy, do it harder," she cried.
Joyously I obeyed. We strained and butted and once again, she had her come and I rubbed into her twitching body frantically but without immediate result. I kept on and she roused herself to take part again, then she said gently;
"Don't rush so, darling. Slow down a bit." I slowed my pace, guided by her hands on my behind. "We had to the first time because we were both Tiot', but the thing for a man to do is to make it last as long as he can. Don't rush to make yourself come."
"Oh! I see, you mean it goes soft?" I said.
"Yes, that's where we're different, darling. A woman is always ready, even if she doesn't want it, and that sometimes happens. But, she can still have it, if her lover insists and makes her submit. Then he rouses her, if he's clever and doesn't rush at it. A good lover is the man who can control himself and hold back his come for a long time, sometimes for an hour or more. That is, if there's plenty of time. Sometimes, darling, we shall have to snatch a few minutes to have a bit, and that's when you do it fast."
T seem to have a lot to learn," I murmured.
"Oh, you have, Teddy, and I'm going to love being your teacher. If you'll be guided by your mother. I'll make you a good lover, then I'll help you to get other women. I can do a lot for you like that."
"How, Mother, darling?" I asked eagerly.
"You'll see when the time comes, darling," her voice weakened tremulously as she slid into another come and her flesh contracted into spasmodic sucking. It was some time before she recovered and I felt a little concerned.
"Mother, are you alright?" I asked anxiously.
"Alright....? I feel wonderful, darling. I can't have enough. Would you like a rest...?"
"I'm not tired," I protested.
"I think a little walk...outside, wouldn't hurt either of us. Look how bright the moonlight is. You wouldn't need your torch."
"Oh Mother-let's," I replied eagerly.
"I thought you'd like that," she murmured. "Pull it out, Teddy. Ahhh," she moaned as I slowly obeyed, her voice full of regret as I moved off her. "Strip your underwear off Teddy, I'm all naked." I removed my vest and pants, then shoes and socks, and we crawled out of the cave into the cold light of the moon, now sailing high in the sky about three quarters full. We rose to our feet and hand in hand walked slowly through the bushes into the open field. The air was warm and balmy, the grass wet with dew and, very faintly, a soft breeze caressed our heated, naked bodies. I found a new delight in walking beside her, and my heart was full as, for the first time, I looked upon her mature nudity. We walked away from the path and stile, in case any couples returning from the dance came that way.
Her full breasts jutted out, nipples stiff and pointing upwards, the fluid mounds jolted and swayed. Then she lifted my arm and pressed my hand hard against her breasts as we wandered about aimlessly in the open meadow, leaving twin tracks in the wet grass. She guided our steps back to the clump of bushes, on the outskirts of which was a dead tree. Its trunk and branches were stripped of bark. She walked up to the tree and rested her head against the smooth trunk and put her arms around it. I stood for a moment looking at her shapely naked back and large soft buttocks, then noticed that she was rotating her hips sensuously. My erect penis stiffened into harder erection, I stepped closer, up behind her and began to caress her body. My hands moved down and, as she felt me stroking the full cheeks, she slowly and sensuously thrust her bottom back and arched her back in. Her feet whispered as she trod restlessly, moving apart. I slid my hand down the moist cleft and under her, filled my hand with warm, hairy, spunky flesh, then searched, locating her soft vagina. I heard her gasp, and she slid lower, clinging to the dead trunk. Her back hollowed in, legs straight, her feet now about two feet apart. Her invitation was unmistakable and I took the hint. Again I felt the warm luxury of her flesh receive mine. I pushed right in till the cushions of her bottom fitted snugly against my groin, and it immediately struck me how convenient and easier this method was to the other we had used in the cave. I immediately swung into the rhythm, finding delight in the perfect control of her and myself. I looked down at her curved white back and at her large buttocks, then noticed how her breasts were swinging and slapping together. I slid my hands under her and grasped hold of her erect nipples and began to pump at her breasts in rhythm with the deep fucking of my penis.
Presently, she pushed herself away from the tree and turned and, locked together, we began to stagger along the path between the bushes. My thrusts causing her to take uncertain steps forward, while I followed behind. Our progress was slow and lurching. Sometimes she partly straightened up, at others she bent, pushing back, almost doubled over. Then I felt her coming again and we stood swaying as I rapidly but lightly rubbed into her till her spasms abated and she began to sag at the knees. I pulled out, not having yet succeeded in ejaculating, but now no longer bothered about it. I found it more fun not to, since by failing to come my erection was maintained and ready for service.
She seemed grateful for my support and leaned on me, her hand clasped round my wet penis as we slowly made our way back to the cave. Upon reaching it, she sank down outside its mouth, into the soft heap of sand scooped out by the children.
We settled side by side, the moonlight making our nude bodies gleam palely. We reclined and kissed, fondled each other and I became fascinated by her big soft breasts. Soon she was holding me in her arms, crooning softly some childish lullaby and murmuring something about me being her baby as I sucked her nipples. Apparently she found great comfort in this. She held the breast I was sucking, enjoying my relish of her soft, elastic paps. When I changed over she softly asked me to suck her harder, and explained; "A woman has sex feelings in her breasts, Teddy." I obeyed her wishes. "Pull it into your mouth," she urged. "You won't hurt them, that's what they're for, for suckling, and it will help prepare them for our baby. When I was expecting you, the nurse at the clinic told me to suck my nipples to make them longer and thicker for you when you came. A baby needs a nice fat nipple to suck on, and dummies and feeding-bottle teats are bigger than most woman's teats. I love the feel of your lips sucking me. It brings back tender memories-suck as hard as you like-pull them out-now the other." I moved back and she fondled the one I had just left, pulling at it and rolling it between her fingers.
"Now milk' me," and she got on her knees and crouched. She placed her hands on my shoulders, elbows spread. I sat on my heels facing her and she looked down as I pulled her breasts alternately, the flesh shaking and stretching. Once or twice my hands actually touched her thighs. "I love you-oh, I love you as I've never loved anyone before."
"I've always loved you, Mother, but not like this.
It's a different love, and it doesn't seem a bit wrong."
"It is, darling, but I feel that way too." She gently covered my hands with hers, so I stopped pumping her breasts and she slid her arms round me, then crawled closer, her legs open. "Lean back," she begged, and I did. She sat on my thighs and pulled my penis back, and slid it into herself. I put my arms behind me in support as she sank down and engulfed my penis. She rode me, but soon she lifted her legs and assumed instead a squat, such as women do when urinating. It was she who made love to me now, and I noticed how smoothly she fucked herself on me; her lips parted, panting, breasts swaying and jolting. "Darling-oh please, give it to me-make it come," she cried. Pumping herself up and down like a jockey in a race, "we really shall have to start back home-soon," she gasped.
"I'm..." I gasped out, but there was no need for me to say more, for suddenly there was a miniature explosion inside her. She smiled radiantly, pumping me more gently, and fully aware of what was taking place in her belly. Then my penis was wilting and she sat quietly on me for a few moments longer. She stood up, closing her legs and squeezing her thighs together, she sucked her belly in.
A little later we crawled into the cave and I switched my light on. By its light we dressed, helping each other. I took my coat outside and shook off the sand while she pulled on her stockings and shoes. I put the coat on and picked her up, carried her back to the path and set her on her feet.
While not hurrying, we didn't dawdle, and soon reached the lighted streets. Our way took us past the Town Hall and we saw a large crowd emerging and gathered round the entrance. We mingled with the crowd and Mother stopped to speak to several people she knew before we emerged and set off homewards.
"We couldn't have timed it better, Teddy," she observed happily as we neared home. "I don't think anyone noticed our absence, but I made sure a few people saw us-clever, aren't I?" she asked, smiling.
"I'd rather have you on my side, than against me," I observed, returning her smile. She fitted her key in the door and let us in. The house was in darkness.
"He's gone to bed," I whispered, and she nodded.
"I could do with a cup of tea," she murmured. "How about you, Teddy?"
"I'd love one," I agreed as we entered the living room and blinked in the glare of the light, which Mother switched on. The room was deserted, the fire smoldering low. "Shall I make a fire?" I asked.
"Yes, do," she said, throwing her coat over an armchair and making her way to the kitchen.
I shed my coat and used the tongs to place a few small pieces of coal on the embers, then held a sheet of newspaper to draw it, and soon the flames began eating into the new coals and the paper caught fire.
"Make yourself comfortable," she said as she came in with crockery and busied herself setting half of the table for supper. Then she started for the hall door. I eyed her askance, then asked if she was going up to pee.
"No," she smiled, "I'm going to see if your father's asleep; lend me your torch, darling."
I handed it to her and she went, closing the door softly.
Presently she returned and smiled. I stared at her; she had changed into her nightdress and wore her soft, fur-lined slippers on bare feet. She had loosened her hair and looked ten years younger with it hanging soft and loose around her face and shoulders.
I'd already shed my jacket. She had gone to the kitchen to tend the kettle, I thought, but a moment later she came back and threw me a clean pair of pajamas.
I quickly stripped and got into my pajamas. I realized that she must feel pretty safe, so obviously she had found father fast asleep. I knew he was a heavy sleeper, and nothing short of a commotion would awaken him this late at night. . I told myself that she only wanted to create an atmosphere of coziness before we went up to bed, but by the way my penis aroused itself from its stupor and began to take an interest in things, I hoped for something more.
She came in carrying the teapot and a plate of freshly made sandwiches. She took out chairs and we sat down at one corner. She poured, smiling because I was looking at her.
"You look as if you want to eat me," she smiled as she pushed over my cup. "Have your supper...darling," she murmured in a lower tone, pressing her thighs against mine.
We started to eat and drink, acutely aware of each other, and I knew that, like me, she was getting excited. Her foot rose and sank as she rubbed her thigh against mine.
"Don't forget that you have to go to work tomorrow, darling," she murmured as she poured a second cup. "If we're quiet, we can stay a little longer," she said softly, and I rose, moving my chair back quietly, then helped her with her chair. I led her to the settee and we sank down, close, arms about each other. She offered me her ripe lips and we lay back, kissing, hands roving. She pulled out my penis and stroked it. I eagerly gathered up the skirt of her nightie and she slithered her bottom lower along the seat and swung her legs apart shamelessly. I felt her cunt open under my hand and sent two fingers into her vagina, my thumb stroking the little rounded lump I'd discovered earlier in the evening. She flinched slightly now as I stroked it.
"Do you want to so soon?" she murmured fondly, stroking my hair with her free hand.
"Do you...Mother?" I whispered back.
"You've no need to ask me," she smiled. "The man should take what he wants...there's no hurry, unless you feel tired?"
"I never felt more wide awake in my life," I told her.
"You won't want to get up in the morning," she sighed, "but tonight is...very special, isn't it?"
"Very, I'll never forget it. Oh Mother, I want to look at you."
"Do you?" she murmured tenderly, loosening her hold. She slipped sideways and lay back against the arm. "Then I suppose I'll have to...." She turned her flushed face away, against the back of the settee as I twisted and knelt on the floor and pushed her nightie up.
She made herself go limp and slack, reclining loosely as I folded her nightie above her breasts. The light was directly over our heads and shone down, glaringly brilliant upon her naked body, revealing the translucence of her skin. I gently lifted her left leg onto the settee and pressed her knee against the back, then moved her right leg, swinging her knee outwards. Her whole cunt stood ajar, the dark inner flesh glistening in the light, naked and protruding between the thick, hairy lips, and the warm flesh began to steam, carrying to my nostrils the rich smell of her. I bent over it and, using my fingers, began to examine every fold and crevice.
She lifted her head and her body began to shake with silent laughter. I looked up and grinned at her and her lips shaped a word: "Cunt."
Before she could stop me, I bent quickly and pressed a deep kiss into the mass of flesh and hairs; she gave a soft cry and kneed in her thighs, but I pushed them apart and buried my face in it. Her hands settled on my head as I licked and sucked her and tasted her.
She soon saw that I found nothing offensive about it, and she relaxed and let herself enjoy it, writhing sensuously as I used my mouth and tongue as thoroughly as I had used my fingers and eyes awhile before, investigating every part and leaving nothing unlicked or sucked. I liked the taste of the interior of her vagina but liked still more her reactions when I licked the little knob near the top of her sex cleft. Then she cried out: "Now...oh...now," and, instantly comprehending, I lifted my head, crawled closer and thrust my penis straight in and up.
She drew her legs up and held them back, lying doubled over and giving me unimpeded access to her body, which I found already heated and delightfully slippery. My penis became like a well-oiled piston and I found I could use its whole length, pulling back till only my glans was covered, then thrusting it back in hard, which she seemed to prefer, for her face mirrored her pleasure and inspired me.
"I want you to do it to me another way," she murmured. I moved back. She swung her legs down and pointed to the floor. "On the rug," she said, "I want something to go under me...your pants will do, darling." And she reached over to the armchair where I had laid my things. She folded my pants into a tight pad, then slid off the settee and stretched herself out on her stomach along the rug. She lifted her hips and inserted the pad between the rug and her mount, then spread apart her legs, folded her arms and rested her head on them.
I went down and lay along her back, prodding into her cleft. My penis again sank into her and I pushed it up.
"Crush me under you. As hard as you can, darling. Do it hard, grind me against the floor." She lifted herself and pushed her breasts together, then lay on them.
I put my arms under my chest, elbows together, then drew back and, as I fucked her, I wobbled my body, jerking my arms along her back. Her body shook under mine. My hips thrust hers down and mashed her mount against the pad in a sort of grinding massage, while I bore down with my full weight against her back. Her breasts ballooned out at the sides, but apparently it was just how she wanted it, for pretty soon I felt her stiffen, then become limp, which by now I knew to mean she had come. I went on a bit longer, then stopped. She nodded, so I pulled out and relieved her of my weight, then helped her back on to the settee. She reclined contentedly and lay looking at me dreamily.
"Come and sit astride my chest, darling, and make love to my titties. Make a cunt and rub your cock between them," she smiled.
This so intrigued me that I obeyed with alacrity. I stepped onto the seat with her body between my feet, then squatted and shuffled into position. Sitting lightly on her upper belly I spread my legs wide, then brought them together with her breasts between my thighs and my penis lying in the enclosing valley. She brought her legs up behind me to form a backrest. I gripped her shoulders and sank my thumbs into her armpits, feeling the hairs and sweat which reminded me of her cunt. I began, gingerly at first, to ride her and found it exciting, for her breasts were thrown about and shook violently under my assault.
She was looking down at my penis as it thrust, buried between her breasts, up and down along the valley. She appeared to be panting, for she had her mouth open. Then she craned her head forward and, as my naked glans appeared beyond her breast cleft she began to try to catch it, moaning softly as she failed. My heart began to slam and I felt a lascivious desire to feel her mouth, so I thrust further forward, then shifted my hands and clasped her head. She looked up and nodded dumbly, opening her mouth wider. I lunged forward, going onto my knees and pushed my penis into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered as she closed her lips and sucked it in. Her arms flashed around me; her hands cupped my buttocks and strained at me. I knelt, not moving, delight surging through me as she sucked hard upon my penis, bobbing her head slightly up and down. Suddenly I felt the sensation I had been expecting; I cried out but she only tightened her arms and sucked even harder, and I knew she wanted it.
After that I was helpless, nothing could stop it; it gushed up, spurting into her mouth and she closed her eyes in ecstasy, sucking it out of me while my whole body trembled.
It was only later that I discovered that this is one thing few women will do for a man unless they love him deeply. I only knew at the time that it felt almost holy, and I intend no pun in saying that. She took it all, sucked me dry, sucked me clean, holding me till she was done, then her arms slackened and I gently pulled out of her mouth.
She opened her mouth to show me; she was holding my sperm on and around her tongue, viscid and pearly white. Then, her eyes fixed on mine; she closed her mouth and began swallowing, finally sucking her mouth and swallowing again. Then she opened it to show me it was empty.
"I think we'd better go to bed now, Teddy," she said softly, her voice husky. I nodded and carefully climbed off her. I helped her up, pulling her nightdress down. I felt I couldn't do enough for her, and she seemed delighted with my attentions.
"I wish we were going to bed...together," I sighed as I kissed her. The smell of her breath was heavy with the scent of my sperm, which further endeared her to me.
"I do too, darling," she assured me. "Perhaps we will, though not at night. But we haven't done so badly this evening, have we?"
"I've never enjoyed myself so much in my life," I said.
She kissed me again, then, after seeing to the fire, we went upstairs and parted on the landing. Contrary to my expectations, I fell asleep at once, and woke in what felt like half an hour later, to find Mother shaking me. Once fully awake I found I felt unusually fit and alert, and Mother had breakfast ready when I went down. Dad was having his and looked tired, which made me wonder.
However, I could ask her at dinner time. Dad worked far off and took a lunch with him, but my place wasn't far, so I came home.
During the morning in the factory, I mulled over all that had occurred the evening before, and by the time the bell sounded for the midday break I couldn't get home fast enough. I remembered what she'd said about taking what I wanted, whether she wanted it or not, but I actually need not have worried, for when she let me in, I could tell by her eagerness and delight at seeing me that she too was worked up. She hugged me and kissed me hard and led me into the living room.
She was wearing a sleeveless blouse and tight pants in some sort of silky stuff, and a pair of flat-heeled tight fitting slippers. She had her hair down and wore long green earrings. I'd never seen her wearing pants before, and guessed she must have bought them that morning.
"Mother, you look smashing," I told her, stroking her soft bottom.
"I'm glad you like them," she laughed. "I went shopping this morning and saw them in Forsyths...."
"You mustn't spend Dad's money for things like that," I chided her. "You must let me...."
"Alright, darling," she agreed without arguing, as I took out my wallet.
"Come and get your dinner, darling, before it gets cold. We can fool around afterwards...if you want to...?"
'Want to?...God," I breathed, "I've been thinking about you all morning."
"And I about you," she laughed. "I feel like a bride with a lovely young husband."
"Did you fuck Dad last night?" I asked.
"Yes, Teddy," she said soberly, "I did."
"Tell me about it?" I begged.
"Well, after you'd gone to your room I went to the bathroom and washed out my mouth. I was afraid he might smell your come on my breath. I peed then.. . "
"Sorry I missed that," I grinned.
"Oh, you," she laughed. 'Well, I went to bed and made a bit of fuss getting in. You know how hard he sleeps, and I had quite a job waking him up, but I had to. I was so full of your come that it had started leaking. I felt tired and longed to go to sleep...he began to awaken and I snuggled and came to him. He groaned and came awake. He submitted to me; he didn't touch me. I had quite a job getting him an erection and he kept complaining that he wanted to go back to sleep, but at last he climbed on top of me and fucked me. I pretended to be passionate, then, when he was about to pull out, I held on to him. He'd almost succeeded, only his knob was in and he spilled just inside me. Then I let him go and he rolled off and turned his back to me and went back to sleep.
"After he was asleep I got out of bed and went to the bathroom again. I scooped out his come and dropped it into the lavatory, then sponged myself out. I don't think I left any of his in me, darling. I think we can go ahead now. Hell remember alright, and I can say I forgot about it and left it in, then blame him for getting me pregnant. I know it sounds like a dirty trick but I had to, to cover up for you."
"Darling Mother, I feel no scruples at all. Dad's had you a long time, and I don't grudge him a fuck now and then so long as I get the lion's share of you.
"You shall," she breathed. "Oh, I feel young again and so gloriously happy. I can pretend we're married and in love, and I'll accept extra money from you when you can spare it. Teddy, I suppose you know that women have a few days each month...menstruating. It's rather unpleasant, though it stops when we get pregnant...."
"I know that much," I said. "That's when we...can't, isn't it?"
"Yes darling, but I wanted to tell you...when I have it, I shall dress as usual, nothing imagine, so that you'll know by just looking at me that I'm not well, as we call it. Other times you'll see by the way I'm dressed that you...can."
"That seems clear enough, sweetheart," I smiled, pushing away my plate. "But this is one of the times...by the way, when do you expect your next period, Mother?"
"In about ten days, darling. But probably not any more for nine months. I'm hoping so. I find the idea exciting."
"Let's go to bed for half an hour," I pleaded. "Oh, lovely; your bed, or mine?" she replied at once.
"Mine, to remember when I'm in bed-alone," I decided.
"Would you like something of mine, Teddy?" she asked as we made our way upstairs.
"I'd love something; something you've worn...a pair of your panties, nice smelly ones."
"Well, I did a wash this morning, so I haven't a soiled pair, but I'll wear a pair after you've left and let you have them later. Nice, smelly, cunty ones; I'll rub them in it if you like."
"Lovely, they can't smell too cunty for me."
She smiled, then asked as I began to undress: "How do you want me, Teddy?"
"Mother naked," I suggested, and she laughed. "Let me...?" I asked. So she sat on the bed, watching me strip myself, and when I stood naked, she rose and I sat down.
"Unwrapping your cunt," she smiled, her hands at her sides as I unfastened her blouse buttons, to discover that her blouse and pants were all she wore. She shrugged her shoulders to help me pull the blouse off, and I pulled her towards me to suck at her prominent teats, which still showed my attentions of the evening before. Mother heaved a sigh and licked her wet lips.
It was like peeling off a second skin and she made no effort to help me, enjoying, I think, my struggles as I experienced great difficulty at her hips, where the material was stretched taut. After that it was easy. I got up and lifted her legs to peel them down. I threw the pants over the foot of the bed, then separated her legs and spread them wide apart, exposing her dripping cunt for my lascivious appraisal.
After a long look I pushed her around. Unable to wait any longer, I crawled between her open knees and immediately thrust my penis into her. She moaned, holding me tight and began to heave up, assisting my penis. The bed, unaccustomed to a double load, began to creak and squabble, providing a sort of erotic music to our loving.
Within a few minutes she had come and went slack, then picked up again and took part. It lasted, I think, about a quarter of an hour, and she achieved her second come only a little ahead of mine. She lay limp and still, shivering and sweating while I ejaculated into her. Her eyes flickered, then steadied on my face. She could feel my sperm spurting; I felt her contract her vagina and her belly sucked in and heaved gently, sucking my penis.
I subsided and lay pillowed on her body, feeling a delicious sensation of peace and fulfillment while her hands gently stroked me and her vagina pulsated gently upon my soft penis.
"Oh well," I sighed after a while, "back to work...."
She nodded, her hands slipping away as I pulled out and crawled off the bed. She sat up, then leaned over. "Your cock is wet, darling," she murmured, 'let me.. .
Delighted, I leaned against the side of the bed and she took it into her mouth and sucked it clean. She helped me on with my clothes, then without bothering to put anything on, she came downstairs with me, and in the hall, near the door, we kissed. She opened the door for me and stood behind it. I paused for a last long look at her, then heaved a sigh and left.
That evening I arrived home ahead of Dad, and we had a quick fuck with Mother bending over the sink fully dressed, her skirt turned up and her panties down.
After I had come, she scarcely had time to put her clothes right before Dad came in.
The days went by; those first days set a pattern for our behavior over the next months. Within less than two months she was able to tell me positively, after a visit to our doctor, that she was expecting a baby.
Dad was surprised, but obviously delighted; he suspected nothing. Only she and I knew that she had conceived from me.
With the passing of the months, her stomach became bigger. Her pregnancy made no difference to the frequency which I fucked her, though; as it advanced she preferred for me to do it from behind, fearful that my fervor might do some damage to the child in her belly.
CHAPTER TWO
"Teddy," Mother said one day when she was approaching her eighth month of pregnancy. She was lying naked on her bed and I was licking her vulva. "We can't go on much longer darling. I shall have to deny you after this. Doctor told me yesterday that I wasn't to have any more intercourse after tins weekend, till after the baby's born. So well have this weekend. I'm sorry, darling...but it won't be for long, only another month or so. Would you like...someone...else....?"
"Someone else?" I asked. 'Why do you ask, Mother darling? There's no one else but you."
"I know that, but, now you're used to it. I thought it might harm you if you couldn't have it regularly...so I've been looking around, and I think I've found someone..."
"But, I don't think I could..." I protested. "I love you.
"I know," she said softly, "and it's that that makes it possible for me to do this for you. It won't matter if you don't love her; a man can have it without loving the woman he's fucking, darling. I think you should, and she's very nice, also. She's younger than me and unhappily married. Her husband works nights all the time and she gets very lonely; she's had no children-yet, but wants one.
T met her in the doctor's waiting room yesterday; she'd gone to see him to see if there was anything wrong inside her. She told me her husband doesn't care either way and uses no precautions to stop her having a baby. Well, the doctor told her she seemed alright; she's healthy, had her periods regularly. The doctor suggested that it might be her husband's fault and asked her to persuade him to have a check-up too, but she says she won't bother, and he wouldn't go anyway. She now believes it's his fault, and, if she told him, he'd only go up in the air, so she's going to say nothing and wants to try herself with another man.
"You can bet I pricked up my ears at that. I thought of you. We left together and I suggested we have a cup of coffee. No one else was in the shop, so I told her about you. I said Td met one of your girl friends and she'd confided to me how good you were as a lover. She was interested and said she'd like to meet you after her husband has gone off to work. She said that if you went down the alley at the back of her house and through the fence door, no one would see you, and you could visit that way anytime. Since her husband doesn't get home till nearly eight the next morning, you could stay late with her. He goes at ten o'clock, or a bit before that, but she said to come after ten, in case he came back for something.
"I think you should go, Teddy. She's so nice and quiet and pretty. She's got a good figure too, and though her breasts are not my size, they're bigger than ordinary. I can't tell you more about her than that, because I haven't seen her naked, but you could find out for yourself...this evening. If you don't go, she might find someone else. She really wants to see if she can have children."
"What do you think?" I asked, intrigued. "I don't like.. . "
"I want you to go. After this I can't, Teddy. I can let you have a look, but no sex," she smiled. "Not so much as a lick. Besides, it's a good cause, darling."
"You lovely, wicked woman," I grinned. "Alright, I'll go. Tell me how to find her house."
Mother told me. "It'll only mean a five minute walk either way," she ended, "but see you don't stay too late. We don't want the woman to get into trouble with her husband."
I agreed.
That evening saw me walking towards the address mother had given me, bathed and neatly dressed and vaguely excited at the prospect of a nocturnal adventure with a woman other than Mother.
It was about a quarter past ten when I reached the street, and, after looking the house over, I turned down the side street and found the alley. The house was six houses down, and the door in the fence was easy to identify. It was painted in white and green stripes and led into a small garden.
I opened the door and sidled inside, paused, as Mother had told me, to bolt it, then stole up the dirt path till I came to the concrete apron and stepped carefully on it. Then made my way around the side and knocked at the door.
Only a few moments elapsed before the door opened and a soft voice asked me to come in. She had not switched on the light in the kitchen and I felt her groping for my hand. She led me across the kitchen and into the lighted living room, then turned to look at me.
"Are you...Teddy?" I nodded. "I'm Wendy," she introduced herself. "Will you sit down and talk to me about...I suppose your mother's told you?"
"Yes," I said simply, sinking into the armchair she had indicated. She sat opposite, looking at me shyly. "I like your name, it suits you, Wendy."
"Thank you," she smiled. 'What's Teddy short for, Edward I suppose; no, let's not say our other names, our first names will do," I nodded.
"I'm interested," I told her, smiling faintly and letting my eyes play over her. Her flush deepened into a blush and she covered her knees with her long, slender hands. "Very," I murmured approvingly.
"I...I'm glad you...like me," she faltered. "I've never done this before, been unfaithful to my husband, I mean. He gives me...sex. We've been married three years now and I'm twenty-two. He's the only man I've had sex with."
"Do you love him?" I asked softly, and she shook her head slowly.
"No, I thought I did, but, he's so inconsiderate and...rough. It's not the size of his thing, but the way he...does it; as if the world was about to blow up the next minute. Then it's over and he turns away from me and goes to sleep. I...I think it should be better than that...for the woman, so I...I want to...with another man. I told your mother and she said she'd like me to let you. Then, if I liked it with you, I should ask you to visit me...often. She said she felt sure you could make me have a baby."
"I think I can do that," I replied softly. "You look nice and gentle yourself, and I should think any man would treat you with tenderness..."
"My husband doesn't think so," she murmured, her lips quivering. I got up and knelt in front of her, putting my arms around her. She looked at me, tears glistening on her long eyelashes. Then she swayed forward and our lips met.
Later, she looked at me, starry-eyed, smiling and wet lipped. "I've never been kissed...like that," she whispered, so I kissed her again and the minutes ticked by. I let my body press forward till she was lying back, head against the back of the armchair, her arms quivering as she strained me to her, my hips wedged between her thighs.
At last I lifted my head and we looked into each other's eyes. "I...I could love...you," she said softly.
"It won't do you any harm," I murmured. "So long as...?"
"I know what you mean...darling...and I won't try to do anything silly, like leaving him or asking for a divorce, because aside from how he acts in bed, he's not bad, and he earns good money. His money will come in useful to bring up my baby. Teddy, make love to me...I've read books about married people...about the love-play...before...before the...sex. Kissing, breast sucking and...but I suppose you know all that."
"Before we begin," I said, "would you like to see what you're letting yourself in for? I'm afraid I'm a bit oversexed, Wendy, and I'd like to show it to you before we go too far. Then, if you think you can't take it, why, we'll stop right there and you can find someone else more your size."
"That doesn't matter a bit, Teddy," she smiled gently. "I told you, it's not the size of my husband's; I don't think his is very big, and I have lots more room. No, it's the way he uses it; the way he jerks at me, as if he wants to rip me up. You're a dear for thinking for me."
I moved back and without any pretense of embarrassment, which I knew she wouldn't like, I pulled my cock out and knelt exposed. She leaned forward and looked, her lips parted and her nostrils flared as she breathed more deeply. She slid her hand out and clasped my penis.
"Oh...Teddy...oh!" she gasped, squeezing gently, "What a...what a big one you...have and how good it feels. It doesn't scare me one bit, and I know I can take all of it in me. I want to, too. How lucky I am to have met your mother and got this introduction to you. May I skin it...?" she asked.
"I love having a pretty young woman skin it," I smiled, and she gurgled and gently pressed my foreskin down. She tenderly stroked the naked, wet knob and caused my lubricant to flow more freely.
"It's lovely; so red and swollen and bright. My husband's is half the size of yours."
"Let's introduce the...contestants," I suggested.
"You," she blushed. "I'm still rather shy of you."
"I love you for it," I murmured, stroking the smooth balls of her neat knees before slowly moving my hands under her skirt along her thighs. I reached the tops of her stockings and felt the bare expanse of soft, smooth, humid thighs.
"Alright," she whispered. "Shall I stand up? But please, do not look," she pleaded as I moved back and she stood up shakily.
"I'm going to see everything before I go home," I warned her gently as I felt up under her skirt.
"I...oh! I suppose you will," she gasped, wriggling as my hands groped at her waist. "But. . . "
"But...what?" I inquired, gently easing her panties down over the soft swell of her hips.
"I won't mind-afterwards," she murmured, blushing. "I'm still shy."
"And you think you'll get over it after I've fucked with you?"
"Yes, don't you?" She looked away as I lifted each of her legs and removed her panties. I tossed them into her chair, then rose.
"Alright, I won't tease you. You're sweet, and I find I'm liking you more all the time. I shall end up falling in love with gentle Wendy, and I want you to know I feel that I want you to have my child." As I said this I gathered up the front of her skirt, then pulled her gently against my body. I pressed my penis down, skinned it, and let it flex against her soft vulva, between the lips. For a moment she closed her eyes tightly in sheer bliss, then, almost imperceptibly, I felt her moving her hips back and forth.
She opened her eyes and looked deeply into mine. "Please, oh please, let's not wait, Teddy. I...I want it...now...all the way. Would you mind, as we are...?"
"Not a bit, Wendy, and I won't look, not till you let me," I said, steering her backwards a step at a time. "Do you mind it on the table?"
"No," she said huskily as her ass bumped the edge lightly and she hoisted her buttocks to sit. She leaned back, not looking at me, but over my head as I folded her skirt up and parted her legs. Then I guided my penis to her vagina. Her soft, moist flesh opened to my gentle pressure; her mouth fell open and she closed her eyes as I slowly pushed up into her.
She was beautifully tight and I felt her flesh stretch and crumple as I began to fuck her. Then her lubricant did its work and her elastic passage became a sucking, gripping sheath. She leaned forward to fold me in her arms.
I was delighted at her eager response and tried to control myself, as Mother had taught me, but Wendy was a new woman to me and my control slipped. She too reacted to my deep probing and beat me to my orgasm. She hung on me, moaning softly against my mouth; then I sent my sperm to mingle with the small flow of her spunk from her womb. I let it come freely in her.
Presently she placed her hands against my cheeks, then pressed her soft lips to mine, long and lingeringly. Then I felt the tip of her tongue glide out. I opened my lips to accept it and she pushed it into my mouth. I sucked it, drank her saliva, and when she pulled it in, I followed up with mine.
"Do you still want me for a your lover?" I asked some time later, as we sat side by side on the table.
"Oh, Teddy, how can you ask me that?" she pouted. "Yes, yes, I want to be your mistress and have your children. Does that satisfy you?"
I kissed her again.
"I never thought it could feel that good," she sighed happily.
"I can do that every time, sometimes more than once. My best, up to date, was to make a girl come seven times before I let her have it."
"Can you?" she asked eagerly. 'With me?"
"We can try. That was my first time with you, and I was too excited to control myself, but later, when
I'm more used to you and you're less shy, I'll be clever and wring the comes out of you till you squeak for mercy."
She laughed happily. "Oh Teddy, you're so gay and happy; you make me feel happy too. What fun it's going to be...and Teddy...darling, I don't feel so shy now. I told you I wouldn't afterwards, and now that you've been in me, I feel I sort of belong to you. I want to. Women are made like that, we can't really be independent."
"And a good thing too," I replied in mock severity. "A woman's place is on her back, with her legs open."
"Not all the time, surely," she giggled.
"If and when required," I grinned. "And naked."
"If you want to," she whispered.
"I will, first," I offered, "then it won't embarrass you so much."
"Oh...please," she murmured.
"Do you smoke?" I asked as I stood up.
"Not often, but I'd like one," she said. We lit up and she drew gratefully and let the smoke trickle between her lips, watching me with flattering interest as I undressed in front of her. "My husband doesn't like me to watch him," she murmured. "Oh, Teddy, you're so different. He's never done it...had sex with me, anywhere except in bed. I love this." Her eyes glowed, and I saw they were gray, wide-spaced, large and lustrous.
I sat in my underwear and removed my shoes and socks, then stood up to strip off my vest and pants. She caught her breath and took in my nakedness, then slid off the table.
"You're...beautiful," she breathed. "You have lovely broad shoulders." Her hands moved caressingly, feeling and stroking my skin. "Oh, undress me...I...I want you to see me naked too." She let her hands drop away as I lifted mine. She stood docilely, indicating where her dress fastened, helping a little, lifting her arms and wriggling, then stood in her slip, pushing at her disordered hair, which was light brown and worn to shoulder-length. I saw the thin tufts of curls in her armpits and could smell the faint odor of perspiration coming from them. I pulled off her slip and she instinctively crouched, squeezing her thighs together. But I was looking at her straining brassiere, feeling the strength flowing into my loins as I saw the size of her breasts and their smooth, pale white skin. I drew her close and put my arm around her to unclip her brassiere; her face was hot and she clung to me for a while, then let me go. She looked down as I drew her brassiere away and her lovely breasts surged free. Even as I watched, her nipples swelled out and became stiff.
"God! You're lovely," I breathed.
"You...you, like me?" she asked eagerly, stroking her hands along my neck and shoulders.
"like isn't the word for it," I told her, "but I feel an overwhelming longing to make you a mother and make your flat, empty belly swell."
"like your mother's," she laughed, and I looked at her to see if there was hidden meaning in her words, but she returned my look with candid innocence and my suspicion died.
"Yes, like my mother," I smiled. "Did you like her?"
"Yes, she's awfully nice, and she thinks the world of you. Isn't it funny that she wanted you to be the man I told her I was going to get to make me pregnant? I like you thinking of me, that way," she mused, absently pulling her sagging stocking tops up. T have a feeling you will too, quite soon."
She smiled, then flushed a little as she saw me looking at her cunt. "Silly, isn't it?" she murmured.
"Silly? I love it, and yours is neat; the hair isn't too thick either. Some girls shave theirs, or anyway, they remove the hairs."
"Oh! I couldn't do that," she gasped. 'Is it true, or are you making it up to try to make me...?"
'It's true, and it looks very nice too. I suppose you're too shy?"
"It isn't that; I was thinking about my husband, that's all. I might, if you wanted me to-if it wasn't for him. I think I'd do anything for you, Teddy, but really, I think it looks a mess. Men are lucky like that, and yours...oh my goodness...I think it's beautiful. I adore it, I could worship it...like a god. After seeing yours I can understand why some women are crazy about men, and, Teddy, I'd like to kneel down, and...oh, look at it, like you're doing to mine."
"I'll get you a cushion to kneel on," I laughed, and fetched one from an armchair. She laughed delightedly.
I sat on the table and she placed the cushion between my feet then knelt down. Her eyes went soft and she felt my cock with both hands. She gently felt my balls and remarked on their size. "They're awfully big, aren't they?" she said wonderingly. "My husband's are so small, but I suppose yours have to be big, because you have a big dickie. How strong and stiff it is! I'd like to...have it...again."
"I would too," I said.
"Let's, Teddy," she said eagerly.
"I'm here to serve you," I smiled. "I...I didn't know men could do it more than once a day."
"Your husband can't?" I asked, and she shook her head.
"He never has, anyway. How many times can your
"I can't say, because I've always been pressed for time, but I should think about between six and twelve times, if I had plenty of time. The most I've been able to manage was four or five times in a couple of hours, with a woman I'd taken to at a dance."
"My goodness, did she faint?" she gasped.
"Faint? No, why should she? She got a bit weak, that's all, because she kept coming. She had about ten orgasms if I remember right. She leaked down her legs all the way home."
"Did she? Let's go up to my bedroom, Teddy," she suggested eagerly. "We have lots of time."
"Better not leave anything lying about," I said, and she agreed, so we collected our things and she led the way up, turning off the light downstairs, and since the bedroom felt a bit chilly, we went to bed, but not to sleep, and for the next three hours we made love. I was delighted with her.
She was eager and co-operative, and intrigued by the different positions I suggested. At last I said I thought I'd better be getting home, so she put on a nightdress and I got dressed. We went down. I refused her offer of supper.
"You'll come again, won't you, darling?" she pleaded as we kissed. "Any weekday is safe."
I'll come," I assured her, and with that she was content.
It was just after three o'clock when I let myself in, and Mother must have been awake, for, as I was making my way to my room in the dark, she emerged from her room and came to my bedroom. I told her how I'd done and she was delighted.
"I'm glad; I thought you'd like her. She's a nice woman, isn't she?"
"Yes, very; she strips well too," I grinned.
"I'll keep my eyes open for some more," she promised. "If I were you, I would visit her about twice a week, on different days. It's a bit risky going too regularly, her being married, but married women are safer than single girls."
After that she went back to bed and I lay thinking over what had occurred and what mother had said. Her advice seemed so sensible that I followed it.
Her success in fixing me up and relieving her of my attentions must have inspired her, because about a week before her confinement she found me another one.
CHAPTER THREE
"Teddy," Mother said at dinner on the Friday, "I think I've got another woman for you, if you feel like having a change."
"Try me," I grinned. "You're a good judge...what's she like?"
"A bit different from the other one; a blonde this time and well off too. I used to work for her mother; you remember Mrs. Lee Cotton...?"
"The 'Limes', " I said.
"That's the one, and this is the daughter. She was married only last year. I met her when I went to do some shopping yesterday; she remembered me and was very nice. She walked back part of the way with me, and she told me her husband had gone off to Paris on business. She wanted to go with him, but he put her off, so she feels sure that it won't only be business hell be seeing to over there. Then she said she had a good mind to do a bit of fooling about herself, only she didn't know anybody she could trust, so I told her about you and she said she'd like to meet you at her home. It'll only be for just over a week. She doesn't want any trouble, but while her husband's away she's ripe for a bit of mischief, and you won't get another chance like this. She's a beauty; she's got a lovely pair of strawberries and a perfect dream of a figure. I'd say she's a hot one; she smelled like it."
"When did you say I'd go to see her?" I asked eagerly.
"I told her you might come this evening, and she said if she liked you, you could stay with her for the week-end. I can fix it with your father. I'll tell him you've gone to stay with my sister."
Armed with an address and dressed in my best, I set out at around eight o'clock as twilight was closing in and arrived as it was getting dark. The only qualm I had was that the place looked the sort where servants were a necessity.
I walked up to the front door and pressed the bell. After a short wait the door was opened by a trim maid in a brown uniform with an ultra short skirt. She looked no more than sixteen and had a pert, intelligent face.
"Is Mrs. Forsyth in please?" I asked.
'What is your name, please?" she asked politely.
I told her and she let me in.
"She's expecting you," the girl smiled as she led me into the house, looking me over with interest. "You look a bit young," she observed saucily. "How old are you?"
"Not quite eighteen," I told her and grinned. She grinned back.
"But...nice," she murmured. "Hmmmmmmm, good shoulders...I bet you strip well."
"Ditto," I retaliated, "and how old are you?"
"I'm sixteen, and quite grown-up," she replied pertly.
"Virgin?" I inquired.
"Goodness...no, I lost that four years ago, and I was glad to get rid of it...and you?"
"About nine months ago," I confessed.
She put her finger to her lips and told me to wait, then she opened the door and we went in. A young woman rose from a huge settee and walked across what looked like an acre of carpet to meet me.
"You're Teddy, aren't you?" she smiled, holding out her white, well-cared-for hand, which I gently shook, murmuring that I was pleased to meet her.
The pert maid paled into insignificance now that I had met her mistress. I was frankly dazzled by the vision of voluptuousness confronting me. She was sensational, and mother had erred only in underestimating her.
"I'm used to that," she gurgled, eyeing my dazed face with amusement. "But come and sit down and tell me how lovely I am. I never tire of hearing sweet nothings, so long as you can back them up...I was feeling terribly bored; I expected you before this, but you work, don't you? Your mother seemed awfully proud of you."
"I thought we were going to talk about you?" I protested, and she laughed.
"Alright, but I know I'm beautiful. I've been told so often that it makes little impression on me now, so let's take it for granted, shall we, and go on from there. Come and sit closer, I promise not to bite you," she gurgled delightfully, as I sidled closer, trembling and nursing an enormous erection by sitting in a sort of crouch. "I'm more interested in you," she murmured, sliding her slim hand on to my thigh. "What are you hiding down there...surely it isn't stiff already?"
I nodded dumbly.
"Do you always get erections so easily and quickly, or am I an exception?"
"I don't have any trouble," I murmured, acutely aware of her hand creeping along my thigh.
"That's one in the eye for me," she laughed.
"I didn't intend...." I protested.
"Then relax, sit back and let me have a look at what you've brought me. I have so little to do with my time, you know, that's the penalty of being rich, so sex is very important to me. In fact, Teddy, it's the most important thing in my life. I'm my husband's beautiful blonde wife, the envy of his friends. I'm not in chains, he loads me with jewelry and keeps me in his expensive house where I'm convenient when he wants a woman. Then he goes off by himself to Paris, and I'm expected to stay here, twiddling my thumbs till he comes back, regardless of my own needs...oh Teddy, what a big one you have? It's...massive. How old are you?"
"Eighteen in three months time," I told her.
"Only seventeen," she gasped, rapidly undoing my fly. "This I've got to see. I had no idea that some men's grew to this size." She laughed shakily, slipping her hand inside my pants; her eyes widened as she clasped my penis and pulled it out. "Oh dear, good Lord," she murmured pressing down my foreskin lasciviously. "What a beautiful cock!" She slipped her hand in again and eased out my testicles; she pressed the cloth back, then cupped my balls, weighed them, felt them and regarded my red, steaming glans with glowing eyes. "And you haven't even touched me...yet...this is something I'm going to love...do you mind if I show this to Irene, the little maid who let you in? There's only the three of us in the house, and cook and the other women are dailies who go home at six."
"No," I grinned, "I don't mind." She reached to a table beside the settee and pressed a bell.
"Yes, Madam?" queried a polite voice from the direction of the door, only seconds after she had pressed the bell.
"Come here, Irene, darling...you can drop the 'Madam', you are among friends..." She turned to me. "Oh, I'm sorry, I have not told you my name. I'm Lucy, and please call me that when you're feeling polite, but I'll answer to almost anything...rude. Do you use indecent language, Teddy?"
"Sometimes, depends on the company." I looked round as Irene appeared. She smiled into my eyes, then looked down, and her eyes grew big and round. S
"I...I wondered what the fuss was about," she gasped. "My goodness! You wouldn't think it to look at him, would you? He looks so sweet and innocent." We all laughed and Lucy told the maid to come and sit down on the other side of me.
"Irene has my fullest confidence," Lucy confided. "Actually we're lovers, does that shock you, Teddy?"
"No, why should it? I've heard about lesbians. That's what you call it, isn't it?"
"You see," cut in Irene, "he isn't as innocent as he looks."
"Yes, Teddy, we're lesbians, so naturally, she's in on anything else that's going on in this house."
The two of them were now clasping my penis, one hand above the other. I leaned back against the luxuriously soft cushions and gave myself up voluptuously to their attentions.
"Irene, darling," said Lucy some time later, releasing her hold on me. "It's much too risky for either of us to let Teddy have it in until he's had an ejaculation. I'm going to do a strip-tease," she smiled, rising to her feet gracefully. "While you, dear, use your hands and mouth to excite him and make him come. Otherwise, one or the other of us is gong to find ourselves in trouble, and you know that Victor doesn't want me to have any children yet."
Irene shivered delicately. "Leave it to me," she said firmly. "I'll get him so clean, hell squeak."
I merely grinned, taking no offense from Lucy's impersonal observations, and fixed my eyes upon the lovely blonde, leaving Irene to do as she pleased.
Lucy, who was wearing a cream cashmere frock discreetly relieved with brown inserts, took her position midway between the settee and the fire. She smiled at me and began to sway her hips.
Meanwhile, Irene had changed her position from sitting to kneeling on the settee seat, after taking off her maid's cap and shaking her hair loose. She crouched, her head poised over my genitals, her hand slowly and lasciviously working my foreskin up and down. She pulled it right down till my glans bowed its head, then drew it right up to enclose the steaming knob. I lifted my right arm and laid it across her back, letting my hand stroke her smooth buttocks through the silky stuff of her clothing. She liked it; I caught the murmur of her pleasure, but almost my whole attention was taken up by her mistress.
The removal of Lucy's dress took several minutes; her movement was done with studied grace calculated to give the maximum tantalization. At last she threw her frock into a companion armchair and stood clad, outwardly, in a tailored, heavy silk, lavishly trimmed slip whose hem reached well above her small-boned knees.
It was at this point that Irene paused in her work and wriggled, then reached behind her and pulled my arm down. She clasped hold of my wrist and carried my hand under her body and beneath her skirt; she pressed my fingers against the crotch of her brief panties and, after a little groping, I got my hand down inside her panties where I received a delightful surprise. My fingers encountered soft, naked flesh without a trace of pubic hairs!
I immediately began fervently to hope that it was a case of, like mistress-like maid'.
During this bye-play I had not once taken my eyes off Lucy, who tantalizingly wriggled out of her slip. About the time I began to get my fingers slimy in Irene's cunt, Lucy had discarded the slip and stood revealed in her more intimate underwear. Her bare chest, arms, midriff and thighs gleamed palely, and I noticed that, alongside the narrowing strip of silk that passed between her legs, the skin showed a darker hue'. My mother had it too, though a lot darker.
Lucy wore pale green imagine garters with jeweled clasps set in rosettes. She bent to release them and her full breasts strained against the cups, causing the shoulder straps to sink deeper into her soft skin. The deep crease between her breasts became knife edged and her breasts resembled a pair of young girl's buttocks. She slipped her hands inside her panties, unclipped the belt and withdrew it. I felt Irene begin to lick my naked glans, her hand ceaselessly stroked my shaft.
Lucy's arms went behind her and my interest quickened, but she took her time and it was minutes before, at last she peeled away the cups and exposed the astonishing size of her breasts. The brassiere had apparently crushed them with its removal they seemed to double their brassiere size. Her nipples were two inches in length; they were as thick as the end of my thumb and a deep coral red in color. Their weight was insufficient to pull them down, and they stood straight out, firm and tight as footballs, thickly marbled with pale blue veining. They heaved and sank, shook and quivered and swayed. Then my attention was distracted from them; she was pushing teasingly at her panties and I waited breathlessly. Her navel protruded somewhat, it was a long oval with thick folds overlapping and faintly suggested a child's cunt.
Seeing me looking at it, she pulled her panties half way down, and, with her fingers spread apart the folds of her navel and exposed the red, fleshy knot. Then she pressed her two forefingers on either side, and the Tenor' as I had thought of it, was smoothed out.
"Interested?" she asked as she let it close, and I could only nod and lick my dry lips. Then she confirmed my half-formed suspicions. "My husband had it done last year, during our holiday in Switzerland. It's a new craze on the Continent," she said lifting her finger to her mouth to wet it. She then pushed the finger down her navel.
By now I could feel Irene's excitement mounting and she began to mouth my cock at a tremendous speed, sending electric tingles shooting up from the depths of my balls. I could no longer control myself any more.
My come shot up into the back of Irene's throat. My strong semen. I went limp all over while Irene licked my penis and the last few drops from around my balls.
This was so enjoyable and what was in store for me was almost unbelievable. Mother really knew how to pick them.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tom and Dave had gone back to the girls' apartment for a bit of fun. They had taken plenty to drink with them and they knew that Claire and Bonso were good sports.
The girls were not prostitutes but they liked a good time and were willing to give providing the men were reasonably generous.
The two girls slumped down on a divan while the boys poured them another drink. Both girls were sprawled with their skirts up and legs half apart. They did not care a fuck; they knew the boys liked it like that.
They all drank together. They talked and their language was obscene; the girls even more so than the men.
Bonso squirmed on the divan. "Come on Tom, aren't you going to fuck me?"
Tom grinned. "No, I'm going to taste it first."
He dived between her legs, lifted her skirt and kissed her. Then he pulled off her panties and returned to her divide and began to suck her pussy.
"Oh lovely darling. You can do that as much as you like; there is nothing nicer than having your cunt sucked."
For a moment Tom looked up. "And there's nothing nicer than sucking a lovely twat like yours."
He went back again and Bonso stretched her legs apart to let him get as deep as he could.
"like to play their game?" Dave said to Claire.
"Yes, but let's do it in the all together!"
"I'm game. Here, I'll get your panties off first."
They stood up. Dave pulled down Claire's panties while she unbuttoned his trousers. They stripped completely. Claire jumped back on the divan. Dave knelt beside it and parting the girl's legs, dived his head into her crotch. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders and squeezed his face up between her thighs.
"Oh nice."
Claire loved being sucked off and she responded by jerking herself against her lover's mouth and tongue.
Bonso had noted the games that were being played and had an idea of joining in. She squeezed her legs tighter, forcing Tom's head away from her cunt.
"Let's get down to it, darling" she said when Tom was able to hear.
Tom quickly stripped, assisted by his girl and he helped her to wriggle out of her little frock. They grabbed each other; her breasts molded themselves against his chest. His cock thrust against her belly. Their tongues slid over each other in their lascivious mouths. Then he went down on her again, sucking at her sex organ in delight.
She wriggled and squirmed, throwing her body about the divan so as to get his sucking and licking from every angle. She clasped his prick and guided it to her mouth. They got into the full soixante neuf position, sucking equally at each other's genitals.
The two girls were more conscious of all that was going on while the two men were more active. The girls made signs and copied each other's positions but nevertheless they could not control their natures and Claire had a violent orgasm and then Bonso reached her climax.
The boys realized that they needed a few moments of relaxation and they left the lovely twats. Pouring out more drinks, they all lit cigarettes and sat in the nude.
"What do I taste like, Tom?" asked Claire with an impish grin.
"It's difficult to describe. All I know is that I'd rather have the taste of a girl's cunt to the finest dish in the world."
"Well in that case would Bonso's cunt taste the same as mine?"
Tom was quick to pick up the implication. "I'd better try it and see."
The two girls laughed. "O.K. then well have a swap and see if the boys can tell any difference."
They gulped their drinks, stubbed out their cigarettes and in a few moments Tom's face was between Bonso's thighs and Dave's between those of Claire.
Both girls had come once and their quims were deliciously wet. The boys not only went to work with their lips but also with their tongues, licking up into the remote depths of the girls' cunts. It took a long time before the first girl came again. Bonso shuddered.
"I'm coming. Fuck me!" she screamed.
The two girls had been well satisfied. They were revived again by another drink. Claire reverted to the previous discussion.
"Well, do we taste the same or are women different?"
Dave was bold enough to reply. "I may be wrong but I think that girls' twats taste the same but it is how they act that matters. If a girl really enjoys it, she gives the same sensation to a man. I once knew a young girl who was kept by a lesbian lover. She was a virgin. All she knew of sex was being sucked off by her woman protector. She loved it and gave herself up to any form of labial caress; she regarded the lips of her mouth and the lips of her cunt as equally intimate."
The two men did not attempt to hide the outrageous protuberances in their pants nor did the girls worry that their delicate curls showed on each side of their brief panties. Both Claire and Bonso knew how important it was to look sexy to encourage the men. They combed and brushed their hair back in long silky waves over their shoulders and made up as if they were going out to an evening party.
In fact it was evening by now. The latter part of, the afternoon had gone like a flash with their frolics.
Bonso, who was always a girl on the move suggested, "Let's go out and have some fun. See what we can do that's sexy."
Claire demurred. "But what about these," and she put her hand out and fondled Tom's and then Dave's prick. "The boys haven't had a fuck yet. They must be dying to fuck."
"All right then, let's fuck first and then go out. It will be better if the boys have had a good screw. We can get them up again. Which one do you want."
Dave and Tom laughed to hear the girls discussing which of them they should fuck. They quickly settled that. They all downed another drink, then Dave took Bonso and Tom clasped Claire. They stood for a moment, bodies locked together. Their mouths were open as they kissed.
"Well fuck them both," said Dave to Tom. "Give Claire all she wants, then I'll take over."
As he said this he put his hands down under the two cheeks of Bonso's ass and half lifted her off the floor. He carried her to the divan on which she willingly lay back, legs astride ready for any assault. They did not bother to take off their brief garments. Bonso's stockinged legs were high in the air. She did not even lack her shoes off. The narrow band of her panties was of no interference. The panties were already wet because her pussy was continually running with the liquid.
They sprawled half on end, half off one end of the divan. Bonso seized Dave's cock and through the vent in his shorts she grabbed his balls. She flung her legs wide and guided the great head of his tool to the center of her slit.
The red knob nestled into the pink gash. Dave knew the size of his weapon and the delight it gave to a girl.
Slowly Dave's cock slid into Bonso's cunt. Every now and then he gave a little jerk to lodge it further. Bonso had adored being sucked off by these two boys but now there was the full satisfaction of feeling a cock inside her. She squirmed up against it. Her hands were hard around Dave's shoulders, pulling him closer to her; her nails dug into the flesh as his ribs squashed her titties.
His thrusts now became violent. He gave one great heave and went up into the innermost part of her cunt, then he pulled away. He varied the sequence of his fucking, sometimes slow and steady, then violent and brutal; sometimes with long withdrawals and long slides back, sometimes with a dozen short, sharp jabs.
Bonso came. She was being fucked silly. Although very young, she had done a lot of fucking but she never had an erotic experience as this. She gave herself utterly to the sensations, clawing, biting and slobbering over her lover. Her hips jerked to his time; every thrust of his was replied to by a heave of her ass towards him. They were locked in a frenzy.
Tom and Claire watched the start of the bout but soon joined them at the other end of the divan. They lay down on the opposite side so that their faces were close to the copulating parts of the other pair.
Even in his passionate enjoyment Dave realized the significance of the position.
As Tom stood between Claire's legs, preparing to mount her, Dave leaned over and with his fingers opened her cunt. Tom smiled. He was a horny fucker; once in, he liked to work away furiously. He lodged his knob, then thrust home; then he fucked hard and brutally.
Claire enjoyed this.
She liked to think of herself as being ravished. She adored a man who was out of control in her body. She responded with violent heaves of her ass and with the hysterical gurgling of sound of "Fuck-Fuck-Fuck-"
The two pairs worked away in their bliss, each watching the pumping of the other's sexual parts. They came almost together. Violent heaves indicated their ejaculations.
Bonso, whose mind was full of dirty thoughts cried, "Quick, around you go, opposite ways."
She took hold of Tom's cock as it slithered out of Claire's cunt and engulfed it into her mouth, at the same time wriggling, so that her cunt (drenched with Dave's spunk) was over the head of Tom.
Dave got the idea and buried his face in the divide of Claire's legs, sucking at her cunt. Claire responded by taking his limp prick into her mouth. . The two couples were in perfect position for 'soixante neuf but with the added delight that all their sexual parts were drenched with each other's spendings. They sucked away at each other, savoring the come.
Soon the boy's pricks were hard again. "We've got to do the double fuck," they cried. The girls were quite willing. They reversed their 'soixante neuf positions thus leaving each man with a recently fucked girl.
They all sprawled lengthwise on the divan. The lad's pricks slid up easily into the pink slits of their partners. They were no longer going to fuck in wild passion but for their own pleasure. The males were just going to pump away until they spurted another load of semen into their females. The girls-likewise were relaxed, taking in all the male flesh that was offered them.
The girls had one further trick. They had both practiced the art of squeezing the inner muscles of their cunts so that, without making any external motion, they could play on the cocks inside them.
They were doing this now and it soon had its effect. The boys began to work harder. The girls entwined themselves more lustfully, their legs went about the men's backs. Then Dave and Tom carried the impaled girls to opposite ends of the divan and raised their legs up over their shoulders. The girls were now only supported by their shoulders and their bodies were upended in the air with their feet around the boys' necks.
Dave and Tom were straining and grunting with the physical exertion. They slammed their cocks into the girls. It nearly broke their thighs apart. Both Claire and Bonso clutched at their lovers and pulled them down onto the divan again.
"Go on, fuck your limit-" they cried.
In a mighty last heave they collapsed in a twisted heap of naked flesh.
