When my wife, Molly, was expecting our first child I think she must have been unique for the peculiar urges that beset her. I knew about and expected something of the sort, but her craving took a most queer turn and it wasn't something out of the ordinary to eat!
We both wanted children and she was genuinely delighted from the moment her suspicions were confirmed at the Clinic about six weeks after our annual holiday. We were keen cyclists and I'd met her on the road when she was taking her Easter spin around Devon with her camping gear behind the saddle and we'd rose the last day together back to the Midlands where we lived. We got to know something about each other as we rode along and before we reached home we'd spent a couple of hours in a small wood well off the beaten track. Molly who was only sixteen, slim, dark haired and vividly pretty, needed my arm to held her the rest of the way home, but she never reproached me for the discomfort she felt by the loss of her maidenhead and a casual friendship that might have ended there at the end of the journey-it didn't.
She was so lovely and still is, for hers is the type of beauty that endures and ripens, that I couldn't just let her fade out of my life. I'd wanted her from the moment I rode alongside her in the meandering Devonshire lane, her vivid dark red sweater and short white linen shorts making a splash of bright color against the green of the countryside. My eyes had quickly taken in the specialist built cycle she rode which she told me later was a gift from her father the Christmas before. She'd been rather shy and reserved at first, but I approved of that, it showed she was a nice girl. However, she seemed glad of someone to talk to and we got along fine. Twice we had stopped at cafes along the way for food and to relieve ourselves and I knew she was the girl I had been looking for. She rode well and had lots of endurance and she took a good tan. Her face, arms and legs were golden, her long legs from turned over ankle socks to the tops of her thighs, were a delight to watch.
Gradually I introduced sexy talk, delicately and testingly to begin with, feeling my way, afraid of saying the wrong thing and watching her face for the first show of annoyance. But, beyond heightening flush in her cheeks she took it well, so I gradually aroused her curiosity. It was about fifteen miles short of her home town that I finally made the suggest to her as we approached the wood and dismounted. I lifted our cycles over the fence and concealed them behind a bush. Then I escorted her, blushing deeper into the wood and we found a charming little clearing where I made love to her and we saw each other naked in the two hours we were together, during which time I fucked her seven times. I found a small brook where she was able to wash the blood off and freshen up, then we set off, riding close, with my arm to help her along because she felt weak and faint and was sitting on her sore cunt. Her nipples were sore too and her lips swollen from kissing, but I'd won her heart and she let me escort her home and agreed to meet me again and be my girl friend.
Six months later we became engaged and a year later we were married. It was the August following our marriage in the New Year during our two weeks tour of East Anglia, camping out where we could and sharing a large sleeping bag. After a few days I'd worked off and slept off my work-weariness. The exercise and fresh air invigorated both of us and her tan deepened and she began to urge me to get her pregnant. For some time we had dropped using precautions and she'd been taking my spunk and thriving on it, but I had failed to make her conceive. But sometime during the fortnight it must have happened and at the beginning of October she was able to tell me she was expecting our baby to come sometime in the following May.
Then she started having these queer cravings ...
Her pregnancy didn't prevent us going rides during the Autumn, in fact she insisted, though I was afraid of the fetus being shaken loose. But the doctor said it would be alright so long as we didn't go too far or ride for too long a time at a stretch. I'd heard of pregnant women craving queer things to eat and I expected to have to hunt around to get what she wanted, but when it came it was nothing like that.
I loved her and she loved me, both of us were sure of that, so it came as a complete surprise when, one Sunday morning in late October, a fine warm day, we set out for a ride around and we'd gone about six miles when she suddenly braked to a halt. I thought she wanted to go behind the hedge to relieve herself, so I turned back to hold her cycle, but it wasn't that.
"Dick ... that girl we passed ... " I looked my surprise, her face was flushed and her eyes bright. She was trembling ever so slightly. I looked at her, wondering what had excited her.
"What's the matter, Molly?" I asked anxiously.
"Nothing," she said a bit impatiently, "oh Dick, that girl, all by herself ... she's been to church ... "
I remembered vaguely that we had passed a pretty girl about a quarter of a mile back, but I hadn't noticed her in particular.
"What about her-do you know her?"
"No, of course not, she's a stranger to me."
"What about her, then?" I asked.
"I want you to fuck her, Dick. Oh, she looked sweet and so young and pretty ... "
"She looked about fourteen to me. What's got into you, Molly? I don't want to be unfaithful to you-you're all the woman I want ... and besides, I could get into trouble."
"Don't be silly, we could be a long way off before she could get home. I want you to fuck her, like you did me on that day in the wood ... the day we met. You're fresh, you haven't fucked me for over a week ... I know ... I haven't felt like it, that's why. I want you to work it out of your system and I've been keeping my eye open for a nice girl for you. Please Dick, do it for me, fuck her and let your spunk come inside her ... " she pleaded and I began to have a faint glimmer of the urge that drove her. However, I demurred:
"But darling, she might ... "
"What's it matter? It won't do her any harm, it will make me upset and you know very well what doctor said ... he told you to satisfy my whims ... "
"I know he did, but I doubt if ... oh, alright ... " I gave in as I saw it was distressing her, "how shall we ... ?" I asked, feeling helpless but vaguely excited and apprehensive. I glanced nervously up and down the lane. A bend hid the girl who was walking innocently towards us. However it was very quiet and we hadn't met any traffic, so perhaps it was safe enough.
"Look, there's a gap in the hedge there, beside that tree, we'll lure her ... take the bikes."
I obediently laid our cycles partly in the ditch where they couldn't readily be seen, then I followed Molly, helping her through the gap, then she made me stand back against the trunk of the trees. We wore cycling clothing. I wore a zip jacket and grey cord shorts, while Molly wore a pink sweater and her white linen short-shorts. Her condition hadn't begun to show yet since she was only two months pregnant. Molly moved and cautiously peered back down the lane.
"She's coming," she announced, drawing back and she unfastened her shorts and pushed them down, then pulled up her sweater. Giggling she unbuttoned my fly and pulled out my genitals, she pushed the skin down, then took my hand and thrust it into her pantie knickers, "pretend not to notice her," she whispered, "but let her see us frigging each other."
"Poor girl," I murmured as I willingly obeyed and I wasn't altogether surprised to find her vulva dripping wet.
"If she's a virgin, she'll be curious and ... " she giggled again, stealing a glance from the corner of her eye, "she's already loitering, she's seen us ... turn your hips towards her a bit more, darling ... she's got her finger in her mouth and she looks sick ... she has her knee pressed in ... it's exciting her ... "
"Oh!" she suddenly exclaimed, pretending to see the girl for the first time. She jerked away from me, stumbled when her panties slid down her legs and hampered the back swing of her leg, then she fell on her back, landing soft and cried out, pretending she'd hurt herself. I bent over her and the silly girl, instead of making off, appeared hesitantly through the gap and came to help me get Molly back on her feet.
"Ouch! I sat on a stone," Molly said, twisting round and pushing the back of her panties down to expose the left cheek of her buttock. She showed us the bruise and stood ruefully rubbing it. The girl back off, looking shyly at us, or rather, at me, for I pretended to forget I had my penis and testicles exposed and it was this part of me she looked at. I stole glances at her and liked what I saw. She was fresh faced, neither pretty or plain, just wholesome, a healthy country girl dressed in her Sunday best. She wore a pale blue straw bonnet tied under her chin with a blue ribbon, a blue and white gingham frock and short light blue jacket, long flesh coloured stockings and black shoes with low heels, her cheeks showed a good color and her eyes were clear and blue matching her long fair hair.
"Darling, I'm sorry, I feel a bit upset and my ... leg is hurting ... I don't feel like a fuck now."
"Oh but it can't be that bad, surely," I protested, playing up to her "you promised ... look at it," I thrust my hips forward and shook my swollen penis at her.
"Ask her then-I can't. I might feel better later. You can come to see me this evening and if mom and dad go out perhaps."
"They hardly ever go out Sunday evening and you know it ... this young lady looks a nice girl ... perhaps she would ... ?"
"Well I was a nice girl-once-till you fucked me!" Molly cried, "she's looking at it ... " she giggled, "I bet she wants a fuck."
"You haven't complained before," I said angrily.
"I'm not complaining now silly, I'm hurt, I've bruised my bum and it's her fault really, coming along suddenly like that. Go on-ask her ... she can only refuse and she hasn't run away, has she? She likes your prick, I can see that ... "
We both turned and looked at the girl, who squirmed and twisted her fingers together in embarrassment, her leg kneed in.
"What about it, girlie? Like a fuck with me? It's your fault really she got hurt ... and now I'm all worked up ... I need a girl badly ... I can see you've a good pair of tits ... got any hair between your legs?"
Without looking at us the girl have a strained nod and plucked at the button on her coat, eyes downcast, lush lips parted and wet. I moved slowly towards her, smiling encouragingly.
"It was you scared her," I said, "we didn't know there was anybody about ... how about it ... haven't you been fucked before?"
She shook her head and murmured "No."
I gently rested my hands on her narrow shoulders.
"How old are you?"
"I'm fourteen," she said.
"Well, you're old enough to be fucked and I'll be gentle if you'll let me. Have you got to hurry home?"
"No ... I often go off for walks by myself," she looked up briefly and gave a fleeting smile, "someone might see us ... I did you know ... "
"Will you let me have a good fuck?"
"I ... I don't mind ... if no one can see me ... us," she said.
I looked along the hedge and spotted the darker olive green of a stretch of the hedge composed of holly.
"The hedge is denser there," I pointed out and she followed my finger and nodded faintly. I moved to her side and took her arm, gently urging her shy footsteps. I led her along the hedge and Molly followed us after pulling up her shorts and doing them up. I didn't bother to put my genitals away and the girl kept looking at my skinned penis and furtively licking her lips.
"You know what fuck is, don't you?" I asked her.
"Oh yes, but I've never seen people do it, only animals," she was losing a little of her shyness, so I slipped my arm round her and stroked the underside of her left tit. She squirmed a little and grinned, so I cupped it and gently gave it a squeeze.
"She's following us," she murmured.
"Oh, don't mind my girl, she's alright anyway, it was her idea, you heard her ask me to ask you."
She nodded and heaved a sigh as I brought my other hand over and felt her cunt through her clothes.
"You're a lovely girl," I said softly as I gently rubbed her cunt.
"She's prettier than me ... she's lovely," said the girl, "I like you and I want to ... I've been looking for a boy friend but there aren't many boys the right age living round here ... I ... I've wanted to for a long time ... oh when I saw you, behind that tree, my heart turned over and I felt sick with longing ... that's why ... "
"You picked the right one for it," laughed Molly, just behind us, "he's good at it. I let him have a bit when we can manage to get away together. Just my luck to fall over and hurt myself, but he's heavy and pushes me around with that big prick of his as if he wants to grind me into the ground. You've got good hips, though, for a girl your age. Would you mind if I helped you ... it's your first time, isn't it?"
"Oh yes, I never have before," the girl said shyly, looking at Molly through her thick fair lashes, "do I have to have my clothes off, please?"
"You can have it with them on, if you like, but they'll get messed up, so perhaps it would be best to take them off. I like to be naked when I have it."
"Alright, if you'll help me. Will ... he ... be undressed too?"
"Oh yes, you'll want his clothes to lie on. This should be alright here-no one can see through this hedge."
" ... I'm glad I met you," the girl smiled shyly, "I don't want to dirty my clothes, else my mom will know I've been laid. She says I'm too young yet to start thinking about boys but I don't think so."
"Oh I suppose she's old fashioned, others are like that, they don't understand. They've forgotten when they were young. I think you're at just the right age to start being fucked. I was only thirteen," Molly lied.
"Well, I want to, I keep thinking about it and getting wet ... he's got a big one hasn't he?"
"Yes ... it's just right for me. I like a long one, it goes up further. We're going to be married soon, we want children you see. As it is now, we can get together as often as we want to fuck."
As they talked, Molly unobtrusively helped the girl get her clothes off and listening to them, I absently stripped and laid my clothes down. I'd noticed holly leaves in the grass and she couldn't lie on them. Molly had taken off the girl's jacket and frock which buttoned down the front and I was gazing entranced at the girlish figure standing clad in a plain white vest and pink rayon panties, when Molly said.
"Look, he's ready-isn't he a hairy man?"
The girl who had her back to me, turned quickly and stared at me, then her face flamed into a hot blush and she hastily looked away, but in the brief space of time Molly had acted quickly and the girl's snatch at her descending panties missed by inches. She staggered back, just as Molly had done, lost her balance as she tripped over her panties and I just had time to spring forward and catch her as she started to fall. Gently I lowered her onto the bed of my clothes and Molly pulled off her panties, then made an urgent sign to me as the girl struggled to sit up, looking a bit frightened. I thought I would have to take her by force but she subsided under the weight of my body and Molly quickly pulled her legs apart so that I pierced her quickly and surely in one lunge.
She screamed and Molly was too late to smother it with her hands ... it wasn't till afterwards we discovered I had lain her down to hurriedly and she was lying on prickly holly leaves! She struggled weakly as I pushed on in and gradually the fight went out of her as she lay still, sobbing and writhing with pain. Now Molly was gently stroking her face and kissing her mouth and murmuring soothing words to her and soon that phase passed because once I was well in I became more gentle and fucked in tenderly and carefully, opening her up. Then she smiled tremulously and told Molly it was alright now, so I let myself out a bit more.
She was lovely, tender-tight and moistly warm. Gradually I felt her vagina become hot as the titillation of my fucking brought the blood pulsating into it. It took me some time to fuck my penis all in, but presently I felt her soft cunt crush under my pubis. I paused for a few moments with it held in, then pulled back and fucked her more vigorously. The girl lay under me looking at me in wonder and delight and particularly hard thrust caused her to rebound and slither back an inch or so. She actually laughed and Molly laughed with her:
"How's it feel now?" she asked.
"Oooohh ... it's lovely! It's right up me ... to my waist ... I love it now ... oh hold me ... hold me tight ... oooh ugh ... urgh!"
"She's come!" Molly cried, "now, let her have it!"
I fucked harder and faster, then thrust in desperately and clung to the soft body, sputtering up my thick spunk in ecstatic luxury, into the body of the panting, moaning girl. Then I slowly pushed myself up and pulled out. I rolled over and stretched out beside the girl. Molly scrambled round and I watched her curiously. She pulled the girl's legs open and went down on her, greedily licking and sucking up the blood. The amazed girl leaned up and watched her too.
"It's alright," I said reassuringly to the girl, "she's licking you clean, you bled a bit."
"Oh ... yes, I know, it hurt me and you ripped me a bit."
"I'm sorry, you were a virgin-are you sorry?"
"Oh no, I'm glad. I knew I would ... there's something on you," she murmured shyly.
"She'll lick it off when she's finished with you."
"Oooh ... she's sucking the ... place," the girl gasped and opened out her legs a bit more, obviously enjoying Molly's attentions, "it would make me feel sick."
"You think so ... it wouldn't, that sort of thing is a girls job, she had to suck my prick, she'd been sucking it just before you caught us back there, a girl has to suck it clean each time before it goes up her cunt. Haven't you heard of personal hygiene, she sucked it clean for you."
"Are you going to fuck me ... again ... please?" she asked.
"Why, of course I am, we haven't finished yet and she'll suck it clean for you this time too."
"Oh-the bull only fucks the cow once," she demurred.
"That's because the farmer pulls him off. A dog fucks his bitch several times and the bull would too if the farmer would let him."
"Oh yes, I'd forgot that ... it's true," the girl sighed.
"Why? Don't you want it again?"
"I ... I don't know, it's my first time and it feels a bit sore, but if you have to, I won't mind. I liked it very much. Does that ... funny feeling come each time?"
"It should and I'll make it come for you, that's my job, the girl sucks and I fuck, see?"
"Yes ... I ... if I have to ... I will. I want to learn."
"You don't have to, it's really a sort of favor, I'd like you to."
I smiled at her tenderly and she smiled back.
"Like it is?" she asked, looking down at the shrunken wrinkled stub, slimy and bloody, that hung dejectedly down as I leaned on my side.
"Yes, it's your blood and wet stuff out of you, that's what you have to suck off."
"Alright - I will," she murmured uncertainly, licking her lips. I sat up and moved back, then turned again on my hip with my penis close to her face. I picked it up and offered it as she twisted sideways. She gave a little shiver as I brushed the puckered prepuce against her lips.
"Go on - it won't hurt you," I urged gently, "open your mouth and shut your eyes, then think it's a lollipop."
She gave a little giggle and obeyed me, closing her eyes tight and opening her mouth a bit. I moved my hip closer and pushed my soft penis between her lips. She recoiled as the taste peculated her fresh young palate and made a face, but her soft lips took hold and she gave a tentative little suck.
I could already feel the excitement rising in me as I gazed avidly down at her grimacing face. She wasn't liking it a deeper while realizing what a filthy thing I was doing to a girl who had been virginally innocent such a short time before. To my delight she began to suck more strongly and her eyes flickered open. Hesitantly she moved her right arm, then slid it over my hip to hold herself against me. I stroked her silky hair and she pulled herself closer and began to suck my penis more enthusiastically. After a few moments of this I stopped her, then pulled my penis out of her mouth to draw back the foreskin.
She watched me, color flooding her face as, within inches range she looked at my red, naked glans, which was filmed with blood and spunk, but she opened her lips to take it in and I pushed my penis right in. As she sucked it I reached down and pulled up her vest and her tits were lovely, small nippled and firm and not very big, but not small either. I caressed the lovely soft mounds of flesh and rolled her nipples; as if in gratitude she sucked harder and the blood began to surge into my penis. Gradually as it lengthened and filled out she edged her head back so it wouldn't go into her throat. Her eyes grew round and she shivered with excitement as she realized what she was doing to me. Presently her curiosity got the better of her and she pulled her head back so she could ask me:
"Is this why I have to suck it?"
"Yes I wanted you to find out for yourself-like it now?"
"Oh yes-I'm getting it ready, aren't I?"
"Yes, I told you, that's the girl's job, the girl has to get it ready for herself. Suck my knob a bit more."
She eagerly went back to her task, till I pulled out. She leaned up and regarded it proudly. Molly was kneeling up, watching us and smiling, licking her lips. There were smears of blood round her mouth and a smear on her pert nose.
"Fuck me again, please," the girl asked smiling.
Molly moved away and I slid down and mounted on top of the girl again. She grimaced a little as I pushed in, then smiled as I settled on her and pushed my arms under her slim shoulders and cupped my hands either side of her neck. I lowered my hairy chest down on to her bare breasts, settled my grip tighter then set my hips in motion, dipping deeply into her luscious vagina, vigorously making her body shake and rock and from the tender smile curling her lips she was far from feeling any distress.
"Ooooh ... this ... ooooh ... it's beautiful ... " she panted, "oh push ... push up me hard ... I love it ... " she strained against me as I crushed her body and ground my chest down on hers, "oh ... make me come ... again ... "
"You're lovely," I murmured, capturing her wet mouth. I kissed her hard and thudded my penis faster into her, grinding her soft cunt against her pubic arch. I felt her vagina flood and grow hot, then she stiffened and moaned and rolled her eyes, belly hard and taut in the throes of her come. A moment later an ecstatic thrill shot through me and I groaned, unloading my spunk into her for the second time.
CHAPTER TWO
When I pulled out and rolled off, Molly was ready and went down to the quaking, raw cunt. There was more blood for her and the girl writhed and moaned as Molly sucked into her aching flesh. The girl's legs cringed and shivered and she weakly tried to pull herself away from the leechlike mouth sucking at her raw hole. I thought the girl needed a rest, so I pushed Molly's head away and the girl clutched my hand gratefully.
"Is your cunt feeling sore?" I asked gently, stroking the damp hair from her forehead.
"A bit," she admitted, "it's not that, it's the come, it was hurting my tummy ... like cramp."
"Think she's had enough?" I asked Mollie.
"You've only fucked her twice, she should be able to stand more than that," Molly said.
"She's only fourteen ... perhaps once more, I don't want to harm her."
"It's not the fuck," the girl said, "it's when she sucks."
"She's not used to it yet," I told Mollie.
"I'm sorry-she tastes lovely," Molly sighed.
"Will I meet you again?" the girl asked suddenly.
Molly and I looked quickly at each other. Molly nodded.
"Do you want to?" I asked.
"Oh yes, of course I do. Oh, please ... "
"Next Sunday, about the same time?" I suggested.
"That would be lovely!" the girl cried.
"You promise not to tell anyone?" I said.
"I'm not that silly, you've been very kind to me, teaching me how to fuck."
"You'll have to find yourself a boyfriend. He's mine," Molly said, "but we'll come next Sunday for sure ... but after that."
"Oh thank you."
"I don't think we'd better keep you much longer, we don't want your folks coming looking for you. Give her another good fucking, then we must get on. She's got to walk home."
"What does she mean by that?" the girl asked.
"She means that too much fucking will make sore and it will hurt you to walk. People fuck in bed so they can rest afterwards. Have you far to go?"
"About half a mile."
"I'll give you a lift part of the way and drop you off near your home, but we mustn't be seen with you."
"That will be lovely. I do feel a bit tired and ached in my legs. Can I suck it stiff again?"
I moved up and there was no hesitation now. She took it in eagerly after I had skinned it and sucked it avidly.
"She's a nice girl," Molly remarked, "I wouldn't mind having her to live with us ... when we're married," she added.
I nodded.
"We might try to meet you later. We'll come next Sunday then perhaps not for a few weeks, then if the weather isn't too cold, we might come this way again to try to see you."
The girl nodded, her fingers gently playing with my balls.
"Perhaps when we're married, you might like to come to our house to visit us for a weekend. My name's Richard and she's Molly, she calls me Dick. What's your name?"
"It's Elizabeth really, but everybody calls me Betty. It's nice and stiff now ... oh, it's a beautiful prick and I'd love to come to stay with you."
"We'll arrange it somehow, darling," I said as I mounted her and pushed in. She sighed and clung to me, butted to meet my thrusts, "think you could think of a good excuse to spend a weekend away from home?"
"I'll think about it and let you know next Sunday. I want to, I like both of you. Are you going to have children when you're married?"
"Oh sure we are, that's what we want to get married for."
"Not too many, I hope," Molly laughed, "if you want more than four you'll have to get another woman. I think four is enough for me, you can make Betty help out if you want, she'll have nice big breasts when she's a bit older and country girls make good mothers."
"Don't go putting ideas into her head," I begged, "she's a bit too young yet to think of having children."
"I wouldn't mind a bit," Betty gasped, "if you could take me away from home to live with you, I would."
"There, you see," cried Molly triumphantly, "she's fallen in love with your prick-like me. But I think she ought to try a boy first, before she decides."
"That's a good idea, I think she should too. You know what to do now, Betty, it's easy, isn't it? Oh gosh, I could fuck you a dozen times if we had the time."
"Oh-could you really? Could you, if I spend a weekend with you?"
"Sure easy, perhaps more-you're a lovely girl."
She didn't reply. Her legs stiffened out and she moaned shaking with her come, her mouthing slack and wet and her eyes turned up. I quickly fucked myself to the finish and let her have it.
When we'd recovered a little we had some difficulty in getting Molly dressed because of the discomfort she felt in her cunt. But after a few minutes she recovered somewhat and climbed stiffly onto my pillion. I pedaled her to within fifty yards of the white washed cottage where she lived where we put her down and kissed her, renewing our promises to meet her the following week.
When we got home Molly asked me whether I was glad she had made me fuck the girl.
"Wouldn't have missed it for anything," I grinned.
"Then, in future, be guided by your loving wife. I enjoyed it too. We must do it often. Lots of adventures if we go looking for them. After all since I won't be able to let you have it very often for a while it's a terrible waste of spunk."
"You'll get me into trouble, you will," I grinned as we let ourselves into the house.
"I'm in enough trouble already," she giggled, "with a bellyful of your kid. I bet little Betty has wet panties for the next few days with all that spunk you gave her. You did a good job on her, not bad for a virgin, but Lord won't she be sore. Her cunt was all red and swollen and she lost a lot of blood ... very nice too," she rubbed her stomach and licked her lips, "that was what I wanted, Dick, some fresh blood!"
"I guessed that, darling, that's why I was a bit hard on her to begin with. Satisfied now for a while?"
"She had three deep wounds, ripped down into the flesh. I was tempted to bite her and tear off a piece of raw flesh, only fear of the consequences stopped me, so I sucked her blood out."
"If you like I'll bring you a steak home tomorrow and you can eat it raw," I suggested, feeling a bit alarmed at her gruesome demands.
"Oh, the urge has passed off now, Betty's blood satisfied me," she laughed.
"Well, that's a relief."
"If I want any more, we'll have to find another virgin," she mused.
"I hope you don't try taking a bite out of me during the night"
"I won't, it has to be girl's blood, cunt blood, but it's satisfied now."
CHATTIER THREE
It was a couple of months later and incidentally, I had been to see Betty twice since then, on my own. Molly was no longer interested in her and hadn't wanted to go along. Betty had been delighted both times and I was feeling a bit apprehensive. Betty had let drop that her last period was overdue and she kept feeling sick in the morning.
To go back. Molly said it was time we told her folks about the baby, our baby.
"Let's pop over this Saturday and tell mom," she suggested one evening after she'd turned off T.V. bored with the children's program. Fancy mom and dad being grandparents, seems only yesterday she was seeing I washed behind my ears. Pat will be glad to see you," she giggled, "she nearly got you away from me ... think I don't know, don't you? I was in love ... know something Dick? The saucy shit had a pair of my pants on that night you sat opposite her. She was actually trying to lure you with my underwear."
"Didn't think you'd noticed," I felt embarrassed.
"I loved you, silly and I was watching out for something like that and thinking dark thoughts. I'd have cut her tits off if you switched over, but luckily you didn't, so she's still in one piece."
"Very nice piece too," I murmured, "has she got a chap yet?"
"Not as far as I know, darling. Why? Still interested in her?"
"I don't know. I might be. Is the heat off? I love you but I'm missing it ... and I wouldn't mind a bit with Pat."
"Well ... I don't see why not, if you can manage to get round her, darling. I don't feel like it myself and I'm no dog in the manger where you're concerned."
"You've proved that already, sweetheart, with Betty and I think she's pregnant, too!"
"Well! That's nice ... I hoped it would happen and I'm glad. She's a nice healthy girl. Oh Dick, it excites me, you're so potent. Tell you what, let's see how many girls you can get into trouble up till my babies born. I shall need you myself after that and I do hate you having to frig off ... it's such a waste of spunk and I always feel sad when I wash it out of your hankies and pants. What do you say, Dick?"
"Christ! I'm all for it. I suppose you'll be in it, like with Betty?"
"Every time, you shy thing. I often wonder how you nerved yourself to get me and don't forget it was me who asked you to marry me. I had to, else you'd still be dithering around. I'll be your manager. I've got an instinct, I can sort of feel when another female is wanting it and it's safe to go ahead. I'm so pleased about my baby that I want to drag other into it. Good thing we haven't much money ... " she remarked.
"How do you mean?"
"Affiliation Orders, silly. If there are a lot ... well we just haven't the money to pay out, so they wouldn't get anywhere would they?"
"Oh, that's a dirty one," I grinned, "you mean the more there are the less chance we have of having to pay any of them?"
"Of course. We might get stuck with one, or even two, but not a dozen or more, there's safety in numbers, you know. Don't be scared, go in for it wholesale and you're safe."
"I feel bad about Betty ... " I murmured.
"She'll be alright. And anyway, I'd be glad to have her come here to live with us. But forget her for a bit. What about my sister? Would you like to get her pregnant?"
"Put me in bad with your folks, won't it?"
"I asked you if you wanted to?" she said patiently.
"Well-yes, of course, it seems to be getting into my blood."
"Nothing to be ashamed of, it's natural, you've got to have plenty of cunt and I feel I'm letting you down, so I want to help, that's what females are for. The young married ones are safest and its four days to Saturday. You must stop frigging yourself, I don't like it. Let's go to the pub and try to get a cunt for you ... you haven't had a good fuck for a fortnight since you went to see Betty. There's sure to be a few knocking about this early in the week and they only go to a pub on the off chance of being picked up. You men never seem to realize that females need it as much as you do. Take it from me-they do."
"Bit chilly out," I demurred.
"We can bring it back here," she replied.
"Bring what?"
"You are dense tonight, Dick. I mean the cunt, if we find one I like. We can bring her back here, you can't expect her to stand in a draughty corner in the back yard behind the pub, with the wind whistling between her legs while you shag her frozen meat! We'll bank the fire up and make it cozy."
"What a wife!" I marveled.
"It's my job to look after you ... you're a good husband to me and I love you. I've got to keep you healthy, in spite of yourself and I'm not having you lying in bed beside me frigging your spunk to waste, that's fait. So we'll go out and find you a nice cunt and bring her back here to fuck her, silly."
"I'm willing-honest," I said.
"Come on then," she rose and came to pull me to my feet, then she felt my chin and seemed satisfied. I grinned at her and bent to make up the fire before I had a wash. Presently we set out and met the drizzle and wind but we were dressed for it and soon reached the nearest pub ... the Wagon and Horses, where we usually went and we entered by the side door and went into the lounge which we found about half full. While I was at the bar getting our drinks Molly cast her eyes round and then moved to a table where a woman and a girl were sitting. We knew them slightly. I knew the woman was separated from her husband, the girl, who was about nineteen or twenty was her daughter. Their name was Melrose.
"You know my husband, Dick, don't you, Mrs. Melrose?" Molly said when I carried the drinks over, "Dick go and get two more gin and limes." I obediently went back to the bar.
I wondered uneasily how she was going to get them separated, or whether she intended both of them to come back with us. I stole a surreptitious look at the mother and felt a bit easier. The mother was an older version of the daughter and quite good looking. She's only had the one child too as far as I knew, so she probably wouldn't strip off too badly.
That would be an interesting combination, I thought, mother-daughter ... and the woman only looked about forty, both had black hair, the woman's was cut short, the daughter's was down below her shoulders. I carried the glasses over and Molly told me to get a couple of Cherry-B to take back with us.
I was beginning to wonder if I was going to get a sip down but I guessed the wife was busy spinning her web. Next time I got back she was talking about her condition and they were hanging on her words and hardly noticed me as I sat beside Molly. Then the girl looked up and smiled at me and I wondered what Molly had been saying.
The four of us occupied seats in a corner and presently I felt a foot groping under the table and looked up to see the girl gazing intently at me. It was her foot and I lightly gripped it between mine and wished I could feel her leg. Nobody seemed to be looking our way. I leaned back and stole a glance down at the girl's legs. She was wearing sheer black nylons and winkle pickers with stiletto heels and her legs, from knees to ankles were very shapely. I looked up to meet her smile then she got up and came to sit beside me.
"We're going back to your place," she said, leaning close and speaking in a low voice, "your wife has invited us. I've seen you in here a few times before but we haven't met I'm Pamela and your name is Dick, isn't it?" she smiled in a friendly fashion and pressed her soft hip against mine. She gave off a musky scent and sat leaning forward with her thick coat open, giving me a glimpse down the front of her black dress.
I admitted I was Dick and said I was very glad to meet her and hoped we could become friends.
"The things your wife has told us about you, you ought to feel ashamed," she giggled.
"Oh? What sort of things?" I asked.
She leaned closer and murmured in my attentive ear.
"Sexy," she moved back to see the effect of the word.
"We're married ... I'm not sure I like her talking to strangers about our love life ... I'll have her pants down when I get her alone and give her a good spanking-bare, see if I don't."
"Ooh! You mustn't do that when she's pregnant. She told us she's expecting ... besides, me and mom aren't really quite strangers, we live around here and we're seen you lots of time. You know my dad left mom?"
"Molly said something about it ... what was it, another woman?"
"Oh no, it was mom's fault, he found she'd been playing around with a neighbor who's on night-shift ... " she giggled.
"Were you in it, I bet you were," I grinned.
"Hush, someone will hear you ... I'll tell you later if you're that interested."
"I am ... you look as if ... hmmm ... what color are your pants?"
"Neutral," she giggled.
"Never heard of that color, is it grey?"
"No, silly, I haven't any on-I don't often wear any."
"On a windy night like this! Aren't you afraid of catching a cold in your twat?"
"Not me, I'm well protected up there ... haven't you noticed ... ?" she put a slim finger to her upper lip and I saw what she meant. The shadow under her nose wasn't a trick of lighting, as I'd thought, she had a moustache, fine and silky but unmistakably hairs. A glance at her mother showed from whom she had inherited it.
"You're a child of Nature, I see," I grinned, "now you've made me curious. Have you a boy friend?"
She shook her head, "Not a steady, I haven't met one I like-yet. I'm saving myself a bit longer, though I've had a few mild affaires, nothing serious, if you know what I mean."
"Are you still intact, then?" I looked the surprise I felt.
"Yes-you wouldn't think it, but I am. I'm keeping it till I find ... Oh Gosh, Dick, the chaps round here haven't much to show a girl, but from what your wife says ... is it true you have a size ten?"
"I haven't measured it lately, but Molly tells me its waist high, so I guess size ten is about right!"
"Mom says that's my size! My dad only had a size six, so she says and she should know! I've heard the black men measure up alright, but ... urgh ... I don't fancy them, they smell awful. But if you ... I might be willing to part with my pussy," she gave me a significant look.
"I love Molly," I said defensively.
"There'd be nothing like that-just a loan, you understand, we could be friends. There doesn't seem to be any stray men with what I want and mom says the first time is important."
"That's true, disappointment can do a lot of harm to a girl, it can spoil her and make her frigid. I wouldn't mind, if the wife O.K.'d it. I'm her husband and she's the one to get round."
"Oh, that's alright then, she and mom have been talking about it. Let's go ... you and me."
"Half a tick," I gave Molly a nudge and she looked round impatiently.
"What is it?" she asked.
Pamela leaned across and whispered: "Could your husband take me back now ... I don't want any more to drink and he wants to show me a few things he says might interest me."
"Alright, Dick. Get me and Mrs. Melrose another round of drinks and you'd better give me some money. We'll stay till closing time and come back together."
I went to the bar for two gin and limes, then handed Molly a pound note. While I was at the bar, Pamela rose and went out into the passage and a moment later I joined her and took her arm. The wind was behind us and seemed to be urging us on. Pam clung to my arm, laughing breathlessly as if excited.
"We can say what we like now," she giggled, "oh Dick, your wife thinks a lot of you ... as a lover. The things she told us about you! Mother was fascinated. They seem to get on alright together. My mom is sex mad and dad called her a dirty bitch."
CHAPTER FOUR
We reached our house, by which time I was chilled and the calm inside was welcome. I closed the door and helped Pam off with her hat and coat and took off my own, then led her into the cozy living room. The fire was blazing cheerfully with the room temperature well up in the eighties.
"Oooh, this is lovely, we have a gas fire and it isn't the same."
I pulled the settee up closer and waved her to sit down.
"Make yourself at home, Pam. If you want to piss the lavatory's upstairs, or you can do it in the sink. If you want to spit-do it in the fire and if you sit there looking so sweet you'll end up nursing a little bastard."
"Do you like me, really Dick? I don't want either to piss or spit ... "
"I like you, so long as you don't get any ideas about breaking up my marriage," I dropped down beside her and laid my hand on her knee.
She gasped: "Oh Dick, your hand's cold! Wait a bit, will you till we're warmed through. You have a lovely home."
"Want to have a look over the house?" I suggested.
"Not now, Dick, this'll do for me," she snuggled closer and pouted her full red lips, "kiss me, Dick," she murmured faintly, as I leaned back and pulled her over across me. She twisted her head round and I crushed my mouth over hers and held her tightly, sucking her sweet lips.
She responded, eager for my mouth and I crushed her lips and shook my head, burning my kisses into her while my fingers searched for the tab at the back of her black dress. I'd already noticed that it was zipped right down to her behind. Then I found it concealed under a fold and gently pulled it down. I felt a shudder go through her body and knew she knew what I was doing. She began shaking her head and her hands pushed weakly against my chest. So I let her up and she lay on my arm panting, then raised a trembling hand to gently feel her swollen lips. I smiled into her eyes and she smiled back.
Her dress was open down the back about as far as her waist, where she leaned against my thigh. I slid my hand inside and she half closed her eyes as I gently caressed her back through her silky slip and I soon found she had on a brassiere. She lay very still, feeling my fingers groping inside the back of her slip, then she slid her left arm over my shoulder and round my back and pressed her cheek against my chest as I fiddled with the two hooks and eyes that held the straps of her brassiere together.
"You're not losing any ... time, are you?" she murmured.
"Mind?" I asked softly.
"Not much ... I'm feeling a bit shy now ... what are you going to do to me?"
"Break you in-fuck you-how does that sound to you?"
"Alright," she giggled softly, "I can feel something poking into my side ... is it ... ?"
"My prick ... "
"Yes, is it?"
"That's him, getting a bit impatient-he can smell you."
"Do I stink-I'm sweating a bit," she murmured apologetically.
"You smell lovely, not too scenty, just enough to make you appetizing. Warm enough now?"
"Lovely, a bit too hot if anything."
"Good, we'd better make you more comfy, Pam," I had her brassiere unfastened now and her face was pink.
"How will you do that?" she asked, tittering.
"Well Pam, it's your clothes that are making you feel hot."
"So you're going to take them off, is that it? Oh Dick I've never been naked ... alone with a man, I mean."
"I feel hot too," I said, gently pulling her arm from round my neck.
"Oh ... then you're going to take your clothes off too?"
"Unless ... ?"
"No, no, I'd like you to be naked too. I'm longing to see a naked man ... but, I'm shy," she exclaimed as I pushed her dress and shoulder straps over her shoulders. I halted there and gently stroked her bare shoulder.
"You have a lovely white skin, so smooth and soft," I moved my hand to her chin and tilted up her flushed face. She sighed and closed her eyes as my mouth descended. Her arms lay slackly at her sides and I gently eased the front of her dress down, then her slip, then I lifted away the brassiere cups and pulled it up, baring her full gentle breasts and very tenderly I felt over them. I broke the long kiss and she murmured a protest as I relaxed my supporting arm. She tried to struggle up at the same time making an attempt to cover her tits.
"Please, Dick, don't look," she half sobbed as I gently but firmly moved her hands away. I bent my head and began to suck her right nipple. She immediately changed her tune.
"Oh ... oh!" she exclaimed pleased, "Oh Dick!"
I lifted my head, thinking about time. I decided to show her who was master.
"Look Pam, I'm an old hand at this game. It's nice to find you're modest and shy, but just leave it to me, will you?"
"I ... I'm sorry, Dick," she stammered, "but I really do feel terribly shy ... I ... I can't help it, but you ... you're dressed and you've made me half naked. What are you doing ... " she cried in alarm as I pulled her up and slid from under, then let her fall ... "you hear me?"
"Yes Dick," she gulped.
I walked out of the room and left her and shy myself in the dark kitchen. The moment I had closed the door I rapidly started getting my clothes off and I stripped myself completely naked. Then, pausing only to pull back my foreskin and leaving my clothes in a heap on the floor, I opened the door and went back to her. She was lying with her head that way and hearing the door close she tilted her head back to look. She gave a cry then and pushed herself up. She swiveled round and stained at me wide-eyed.
"Ooooh! Dick ... oooh!" she looked at me sickly, eyes fixed unwinkingly on my genitals, "Oh ... how ... lovely ... " she gulped, "it's awfully-big, isn't it?"
"It's what you want, isn't it?" I growled, thrusting my hips out. She recoiled slightly, her eyes slightly crossed as she stared at my flaming, swollen glans within a couple of inches of her nose, "feel it, go on, it won't bite you. Kiss it, it's all for you ... you're going to have all that in as far as my balls and you're going to scream with pain if it's true you're a virgin."
"Oh-I am, Dick, honestly I am. Oh Dick, I think my eyes are bigger than my belly ... can you really get all that in me?"
"Easy ... I wish it was a foot long and twice as thick."
"Oh Gosh ... I don't ... oh Dick, there's going to be an awful mess ... I shall bleed like a pig with its throat cut."
Hesitantly she felt it and slowly lost her fear of it. "Oh, I like it, the skins so lovely and soft," she gently touched the straining knob which was well lubricated by this time, "oooh, it's all warm and wet and slippery and Dick ... I'm wet too! Oh do me now ... let's not wait ... I'll undress afterwards, really I will."
"Well, if you don't mind getting blood all over your clothes, I don't."
"Oh ... I never thought of that ... could I go in the back?"
"Alright, bring my vest back with you and don't be long. Anyway it's cold out there." I pulled her to her feet and gave her a push and she rushed into the kitchen and closed the door. I stood in front of the fire, toasting my behind and fingering my penis and listening. I could hear slight sounds then a long silence. I guessed her courage had run out as soon as she'd stripped off and she was probably standing there behind the closed door shivering and wanting her mother.
"Dick! Oh Dick ... " came a sobby little cry, "I ... can't."
"Coming," I called as I strode to the door and wrenched it open. She cowered back, one hand cupped over her cunt, her other arm hugged protectingly across her tits and she was shivering with cold. I gently took hold of her wrist at her breast and drew her into the living room.
"Oh Pam ... you're lovely, just look at my prick!"
"Oh Dick, it's gone awfully stiff and it's blushing!"
"That isn't a blush-it's blood pressure," I half dragged her to the settee and gave her a push. She stumbled back then sprawled. She'd forgotten to bring my vest and I couldn't wait, so instead I threw back the rug, then knelt on the floor and dragged her close to the edge of the seat. She closed her eyes tightly and screwed up her face. I tore her hand away and took a brief look at her heavy bush of black curls. I realized then that most of her embarrassment was because of her hairiness. It grew thick under her arms too, but was confined to her armpits and cunt, into which I pressed my thumbs. I got a brief glimpse of glistening red flesh which proved too much for me and I lurched over her, thrusting my aching knob into her juicy furrow and instinct served me well. It hit the mark ... then a scream, which I hastily smothered under my mouth, burst briefly from her as her flesh gave in and closed tightly round my straining prick. She threshed and gurgled, but was like a baby in my hugging grip. My only thought was her complete possession and I heaved and thrust up and in till her hairs were crushed hard against mine. Then I relaxed my arms a bit and rested, panting, the fire roasting my behind and gradually her sobs diminished. Then I gently began to fuck her ...
I could feel her warm sticky blood trickling down my balls and thighs. Soon she lay quiet then began to take an interest. She rubbed the back of her hand over her eyes and gave me a weak smile. So I lengthened my stroke, fucking easily and fluidly, deep in but slowly, as I knew women liked it and I wasn't in any hurry to get it over.
"Alright now ... darling?" I asked presently and she nodded.
"It's nice ... it hurt me, though."
"It's best to get it over quick. Trying to be gentle only prolongs the agony. I don't know what my back looks like, but your fingers felt like tiger's claws and I bet you've drawn blood, so we're even."
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't know ... "
"Think nothing of it, darling, this is worth a few little scratches, you're a lovely fuck, tight as a glove, with a belly like velvet," I bent over and sucked her tits.
"Oh Dick ... darling it's getting exciting ... oh Dick ... oh push, it isn't hurting me now ... oh it keeps reaching my waist and my breasts are on fire ... " her voice became fainter and she gave a convulsive shiver ... then went stiff and moaned as she spilled over into her ecstasy. I slowed down, then stopped and lifted my head. I pushed in and held it buried to the root, feeling the pulsations of her hot vagina and the gentle suck of her glutinous slime. I waited till she slowly opened her eyes and stirred, then, more gently, carried on fucking her.
"I ... never knew ... it was ... like ... this," she gasped tremulously, "oh Dick, I want mother to see me ... all bloody."
"My wife would like to too. Not sorry-are you?"
"Oh no! As if I could be ... it's perfect ... I'm delighted. We fit together beautifully ... don't we?"
"So we should, darling ... pricks and cunts are made to measure."
"Not all of them. I'm glad I waited till I met you. You have the longest prick I've seen ... " she heaved a sigh of contentment, "mom told me to wait ... "
"She seems a sensible woman," I observed, "and I must say I'm grateful to her ... she must be very broad minded."
"You mean letting me come with you? To be alone with you? I wouldn't have taken any notice if she'd tried to stop me. She told me a long time ago that she wasn't going to interfere in my life ... and she never has. But after your wife had talked to her and she'd seen you, she gave me the sign that she approved of you."
"I see. But isn't all this going to spoil your chances of getting married?"
"I don't think I want to get married. Mom says hers was a disappointment and she's glad dad left her. She's free now to ... "
"Fuck about?" I suggested.
"Yes," she laughed, "that's it, she's free to fuck about and go with whom she likes and I think I shall remain single."
"You'll get a bad reputation, they call that kind of woman a whore you know?"
"Well, it seems better than being tied down to one man, so alright I'll become a whore. What's the difference between a married woman and a whore? Does a whore have to have any special qualifications?"
"Let's take the first part of your questions first. A married woman probably has to submit to more fucking for the first year or two, till her husband gets so used to her he has a job to get a hard on ... for her. Then she gets less and less fuck. A whore is never sure where her next fuck is coming from and she has to go out to find it. The men who pick her up want it, so there's no trouble about a hard on, but she stands a good chance of picking up a dose of V.D. because her prick up isn't going to tell her he has it. But a whore has a constant variety and is always on her toes and anxious to please her men. The best course is for her to have regulars ... half a dozen or a dozen different men she knows to be clean. As to qualifications, a whore has to be prepared to do a lot of obscene things that a wife wouldn't be expected to do. She has to learn to use her mouth and in addition to her cunt she must be ready to offer her anus. She must be versatile and willing to pander to men's baser demands ... and there are a lot of perverts about these days."
"Except for that bit about the V.D. I find being a whore more attractive than being a wife. Though it seems a bit complicated and I'd want to practice the ... the obscene things first, with someone I liked. Dick, you seem to know a lot about it. Would you put me through it and teach me all the tricks a whore has to know?"
"Providing Molly says it's O.K., I'd love to. Might take a bit of time, but if you're willing you'll soon learn."
"Is it difficult?" she asked, kneading her fists against the seat.
"No-it's easy. It's a question of ... what's the word I want? You know what fastidious means? I asked.
"Yes."
"That's the difficulty ... fighting against disgust ... a whore can't be fastidious."
I saw I was talking to myself. Her eyes were turned up again and she was rolling her head and moaning. I felt excitement rise in me and I fucked her fast and hard. There was no question of pulling out as the sweet agony of ecstasy seized and wrung me. I gave her my spunk and I was generous. I pulled my sputtering penis up and down her vagina, gushing promiscuously while I dizzily took in her white feminine body, the full tight heaving tits with their pricked and crusty nipples, her hard belly, the thick sheaves of black hair in her armpits and over her cunt. Then I slumped over her, panting and temporarily spent, feeling my penis shrinking and drawing itself in and my testicles sagging.
I leaned on her, resting, for a few minutes, then moved back. She wearily lifted her head and stared at me drunkenly, mouth wet and open, eyes pink lidded and moist.
"Is it ... over?" she murmured, letting her head fall back.
"We'll have a rest, darling. I think they'll be coming home soon. Do you want to get dressed?"
"Are you going to ... fuck me ... again?" she asked, her voice shady.
"Later on. I don't know how long you'll be staying. If you stay late enough, I will."
"Am I still bleeding, Dick?"
I took a look, her cunt was smothered in blood and the wounds were still welling up.
"Yes ... it's going to be pretty sore tomorrow, I'm afraid."
"Help me up, Dick," she began struggling feebly to sit up, so I took her arms and gently pulled her to her feet. She stood swaying and leaning heavily on me.
"Why don't you lie down for a while?" I said.
"No Dick ... I want to stand up ... to let the blood run down my legs."
"Oh yes, I remember, you want your mother to see?"
"That's it, yes. She'll want to, she'll enjoy seeing me in a mess. Hold it Dick, while I ... "
I held her steady and she put her hands to her cunt and dappled her fingers in her blood, then began to spread it. She drew gory streaks up her belly and around the area, then rubbed it over her thighs, giggling shakily. She would have fallen down if I hadn't held her up. I noticed a small puddle of blood on the floor and drew her attention to it. Then I helped her kneel down near it and she scooped it up and plastered it thickly into her thick cunt mat.
"God! You look as if you've been stabbed-she'll run for the police."
"She won't and I have been stabbed anyway ... you stabbed me with your prick and wounded me in the cunt ... and I love you ... " she crooned, "oh fuck ... fuck ... glorious lovely fuck ... I'm not a virgin ... any more ... you've fucked me ... wide open and ripped me ... going to make me a ... whore," she giggled and sucked the blood off her fingers.
CHAPTER FIVE
I glanced at the clock. It said 10:35 and they'd be coming in a few minutes. I could see she was recovering, the silliness was fading out of her eyes and she was looking up at me and smiling. I stared down at her upturned face and she pouted her lips invitingly for a kiss. But I stepped closer to her and lifted my limp penis, offering it close to her wet parted lips. She nodded faintly and closed her eyes. She let her mouth fall open slackly and I pushed my soft penis into her mouth. She puckered her lips round it and began to suck it. Gently I held her head between my hands and pulled her face closer. She rested her forehead against my belly and nodded her head. The gentle sucking became stronger and once or twice she swallowed the blood and slime. Being close to the settee I decided to sit down and she followed the movement of my body without letting any of my penis slid out.
"You're learning to be a whore, I said, "this is one of the things a whore has to be good at and if you suck it long enough you'll make me have another erection. That's one of the reasons you have to learn to suck it ... and like it ... to get it stiff for fucking. You can make a man do it as many times as you want it at a session."
She sucked even more enthusiastically and I felt the bite of renewed passion stirring in me. Then I tensed ... I heard the key turn in the lock, then the faint creak of the hinges.
"Don't stop, Pam, they're coming ... let them come in and catch you sucking my prick," I whispered rapidly. She nodded her head and smothered a giggle that became a gurgle. By this time it was taking effect and I wanted her mother to see me with an erection. They were moving very quietly, probably intent on catching us in a lewd position, which was alright with me and with Pam too. Whatever shyness she had had to begin with had all evaporated now. Then I sensed the living room door opening slowly and in a moment came startled exclamations and Molly and Pam's mother came rushing over to stare in delight at the erotic scene.
"Oh Mom! He's deflowered me ... I've had a most wonderful time with Dick," she heaved to her feet and displayed herself proudly, bloody from waist to knees.
"Good God! What did he use-a chopper?" her mother exclaimed, staring avidly at her ravished daughter.
"No-just his big prick ... he burst right through and I screamed, then he fucked me for nearly an hour."
"Did he-come?" her mother asked.
"Come? I don't know, he went funny at the end and his prick shrunk up ... was that his come, mum?"
"It must have been ... didn't you feel anything?"
"No mom, he'd just made me come again, the second time and I was off my head ... drowned in ecstasy ... I was."
"Oh well," her mother shrugged, "anyway, it looks as if he made her happy ... and that's all that matters."
"Oh mom-he did! Deliriously ... oh, I love him and he's going to teach me to be a whore."
"It's my guess you'll soon have other things to occupy your mind, Pam, my pet." She caught sight of my swollen erection and stared at it. Then she turned dazedly to Molly.
"Molly ... you didn't exaggerate at all ... good Lord, no wonder she loves him. I could throw my bonnet over the windmill for a cock like that!"
"I'm sure Dick will be delighted to give you a good fuck, Nancy. Come on, sit down and let's get acquainted. Dick, this is Nancy Melrose and I knew Pam at school ... though she was older, but not much. We've had a lovely talk."
"Mostly about you," laughed Nancy, "Molly adores you, but she seems to have a generous nature and doesn't mind sharing you while she's otherwise occupied. What have you been doing to my little girl?"
"Ruining her, you should feel proud of her, she's lovely."
"Mom, I'm not a little girl any more. I'm a woman now. He's made a hole in me you could push your hand in and the pain was awful ... then he pushed his prick up me to my waist and made me feel sick."
"That's as it should be. He looks like a real man to me and I think you're going to feel sicker before you're much older, my girl. But I'm not going to interfere, you must plough your own furrow."
"I'll let Dick plough it for me," Pam giggled.
"Is it what you want, Dick?" Nancy asked me.
"Yes-what about you?"
"One of us has got to be fit for work, else we're going to be broke. We can't expect anything from you-can we?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Then one at a time in the family is enough," Nancy sighed.
Here I noticed that Molly was staring intently at Pam's middle and licking her lips. So she hadn't lost her thirst for fresh blood and I knew she wanted to get at Pam who was leaning provocatively on the mantelpiece with herself prominently displayed. A glance showed me she was still bleeding.
"Pam ... let Molly clean the mess up," I said.
"I can do it, Dick," Pam protested.
"Not the way my wife wants to. Come on, sit down ... " I patted the seat beside me, but Pam demurred.
"I shall get blood on the seat, Dick."
"You can sit on the edge, come on," I reached out and seized her wrist. Molly got up.
"Let me, Dick," she said eagerly, going down on her knees before Pam, who looked at her wonderingly, then suddenly she understood, for unable to wait, Molly pulled Pam's legs apart and began licking the blood off her thighs.
"Oh Mom, she's ... " exclaimed the girl.
"I can see what she's doing," her mother said, breathing faster, "open your legs out ... "
Pam obeyed, she lay back and prepared to enjoy it. I got up and went to sit on the arm of Nancy's chair. She at once clasped my penis and stroked the skin back.
"Oh my goodness," she exclaimed, "fancy us living in the neighborhood all this time and never knowing we lived near people like you. You two are my sort ... what are you doing?" she asked as I got up and heaved her out of her chair. I slid into the seat and pulled her down to sit across my thighs.
"Oh good ... loose me a minute, Dick," I relaxed my hold and she half rose, then whipped her skirts from under her behind. She sat down and put her arm round my neck. She smiled down into my face and I pulled her head down and clamped my lips hard over hers. Her arm tightened and her other hand clasped my penis, while I slid my free hand under her skirts between her warm thighs. She could kiss. Her lips became hot and wet as she felt my fingers groping to get inside her short pantie leg. Presently she wrenched her gasping mouth free and sat back panting.
"You want to give me a bit, Dick?" she asked, "oh you ... " she tittered, wriggling her shoulders as she felt me drag the zipper down her back, "Molly ... this husband of yours wants me undressed-at my age!"
"So what?" Molly asked, lifting her head from her feast for a moment to speak then plunging her face back into Pam's cunt.
"She won't interfere, you've got to plough your own furrow, Nan," I grinned, dragging the loosened front of her frock down, "Christ-you've got enough harness on to pull a cart!"
"Molly's minding it for me ... oh mom, she's sucking my soul out ... she's got her tongue inside me."
"Her husband'll have his prick inside your mother in a minute."
"I can recommend it, mom," Pam called.
"Oh-my own daughter's betrayed me, she's thrown me to the wolf! Oh Dick, you bugger, stop it, else you'll rip it all, let me," she fought herself free and staggered to her feet. Laughing she pushed her dress down and kicked it aside. I thrust my hands under her slip and dragged down her pink panties. Resignedly she undipped her four suspenders and unhooked the belt. I thrust my hand up to her pendulous cunt and if Pam was hairy her mother was worse and the long hairs were wet. I gripped a handful and squeezed it, feeling the spunk ooze between my fingers. Then I gripped her by the hips and pulled her down. She had her back to me and her naked behind plumped down on my closed thighs. Hastily I stuffed my penis into her glutinous vagina and she slid her behind back as I thrust it up in. Lying back I pulled her down on top of me, then dragged her slip up, exposing her naked to the waist and Pam stared at what was exposed to her while her mother wriggled on my penis in lascivious enjoyment.
"Well, this is the first time I've had a prick really fill my belly," Nan murmured.
"Oh Dick-fuck her," Pam called, her voice quavered and she looked down at Molly's bobbing head. From the position of her face I could guess that Molly was licking Pam's clitoris now. I reached down and cupped Nan's knees and pulled her thighs wide apart so that her thigh tendons stood out in hard ridges and she had to hollow in her back. I began to heave up hard.
"He's fucking me," she announced, but Pam's attention was otherwise engaged and I doubt if she heard. She had her head thrown back, mouth sagging open, eyes rolling. Molly was licking hard and suddenly Pam stiffened, then flopped forward limply, face vacant only the white of her eyes showing and her mouth gaping slack and wet. She was weakly pawing at Molly's head and trying to close her thighs. Her body slid sideways and Molly lifted her head and regarded her victim compassionately. She moved and transferred her mouth to Pam's slack mouth, caressing the young pert tits. There wasn't a sign of blood anywhere now and part of her cunt lolled out raw and wet.
"My god-you two!" murmured Nan, "I thought I was sexy but I feel a child in arms compared with you ... just look at her, sucking Pam's tits."
"That reminds me," I said, pulling her shoulder straps over her arms. I sought the fastening of her brassiere, then got her big tits out and though they were understandably soft and slumped from motherhood what they lacked in youthful firmness they made up for in sheer weight of flesh and she had substantial teats. I heaved forward and she doubled over. I bunted her over and she feel on her knees and without uncunting I went over with her, mounted up behind. I leaned my weight on her broad hips and 'milked' her teats as I rutted into her on the hearth, her body shook under my onslaught and Molly and Pam, now somewhat recovered from her hard come, sat up to watch us. Molly was smiling, Pam curious. She looked at her mother's contorted face. Nan had her head back, arms braced to take the shocks, back hollowed in and her big behind quivering and shaking. I lay on her back jerking at her tits.
"Is he ... hurting her?" Pam asked Molly breathlessly.
"Ask her," Molly said.
"Mom ... is Dick hurting you?"
"No ... oh God ... no," Nan moaned, "he's shagging the life out of me," she gave a violent shudder and her arms collapsed, a hard fuck sent her sprawling forward flat on her belly, with me clinging to her back and laying with my full weight on top of her, grinding her hips into the rug as I fucked her to the finish and sputtered my spunk into her. She lay sprawled on the floor for some time after I got up and finally Molly went to her and helped her back into the armchair.
CHAPTER SIX
Molly went into the kitchen to put on the kettle for supper, while I got Pam to suck my penis clean. Nan paused in doing her brassiere up to watch and she remarked.
"It looks as if you've got her well trained."
"She's learning fast," I agreed, stroking Pam's hair.
"You'll be getting her quite attached to you," Nan mused. "I don't mind, she could do a lot worse. Oh, I know what you're going to say ... you can only be friends and she mustn't expect anything else ... I agree. But it will be good for her to have a man friend like you. Might stop her going with those pimply faced boys. It's time she started living for something worthwhile."
"I can spare a lot of time for Pam," I murmured.
"Dick ... it won't get stiff ... " Pam complained.
"It wants a rest, darling, that will do for now. Supper will be ready in a minute. Has the bleeding stopped?"
"Oh yes, Molly sucked it all out ... does she suck you?"
"Of course I do," Molly said from the door, "he made me learn to do that on our honeymoon," she carried the tray in and laid the table. Presently we were seated and Pam asked.
"Tell me about your honeymoon, Molly. Were you a virgin?"
"No. I was when I met Dick. We met out on the road, both of us were riding alone and we became friends then he took me into a wood and deflowered me. But it was alright, he loved me and wanted to marry me. And after we'd been in that wood a couple of hours I loved him too. He came home with me to meet the family and my sister Pat tried to steal him away from me."
"Did he fuck her?" Pam asked.
"No, he couldn't get her alone, else I bet he would."
"Would you have minded?"
"I would then, I wouldn't now. I'm his wife and we love each other. We had a lovely honeymoon, we went on a cycling and camping tour and for two weeks our little tent was our home and I learned how to be a wife and he taught me my place."
"Didn't you try to be the boss?"
"He never gave me the chance to get the upper hand. He fucked all that out of me and left me too weak to argue and believe me, I couldn't forget it. After a night of love we packed up and rode on ... and you know what part of you rests on the saddle ... try riding fifty miles with your sore cunt mashed on a hard saddle. And I was full of spunk. Some escaped and soaked through my panties and shorts and chaffed me raw. He ... made me keep riding till I was about ready to fall off, then we'd camp again and there'd be another night together, mostly with him on top of me, fucking his big hairy prick in my poor sore cunt. And what with his prick and the saddle there wasn't much fight left in me by the time we got home. I hardly knew myself, I was that quiet and meek and adoring. I didn't know myself, because by then I wasn't me any more ... I was his wife and knew my place."
"Where's that?" Pam asked.
"As his cunt ... the slave to his prick, of course. We suit each other in other ways too. We talk about the same things and have the same interests, but I'm his cunt."
"I think I can understand that ... now," Pam sighed, "it's funny ... "
"What is, Pam?" Molly asked kindly.
"I was thinking about when I was a schoolgirl," Pam giggled, "I used to dream of a beautiful romance, all moonlight and kisses and ardent glances. But all the boys I dated with thought that kissing was for sissies and only wanted to get my panties down. It used to make me feel sick. I wanted a decent minded boy and once I found one ... but I felt disappointed he was so innocent and I missed having to fight for my honor."
"Oh, I suppose we all think like that-to begin with, Pam," Molly smiled, "but we soon get that nonsense knocked out of us. Romance is strictly for the story books, I'm afraid, decent men are always so deadly dull. They're decent because they're weak, though I wouldn't know. Dick was my first and he couldn't have been nicer to me. But all he wanted was to get me alone, but by the time we reached that little wood I was ready for it, I suppose. When I was a lone rider my saddle used to make me mildly randy, but riding alongside Dick and seeing his strong, hairy legs pushing the pedals around so effortlessly got me all hot and bothered. I suppose he could see how I was feeling and knew the state I was in."
"What did he do?" Pam asked eagerly.
"Well, after we found the little clearing he took complete charge of me. He was gentle and tender and I soon found myself lying down with him in the long grass and he started kissing me, he kissed me till my head was in a whirl. I felt dazed and dizzy and I was panting. While I was like that he unbuttoned my shorts and got his hand inside, under my shorts. I had on my panties and he rubbed me through them and made me terribly excited so that I didn't care what he did to me and the next I knew he had my shorts and panties off and his shorts and pants down. Then he rolled on top of me and the next few minutes were a violent turmoil of pain and I screamed and tried to fight him off. But by then he was well in and I hadn't a chance. I was half suffocated and crushed under his weight and I was getting a terrible stretching that made me sick. I don't really remember much ... except the pain, then gradually it became beautiful. He pulled out the first time and did it over my belly, then it was back in again and I was bathed in bliss. I think he fucked me five or six times in the two hours we were there. At the end of that time I was smothered in blood and spunk. He found a stream and carried me there and washed off the mess. After that he courted me and each time he took me out he extracted tribute. He was generous and didn't spare expense in giving me a good time, but I had to pay for each outing before he took me home. By then I was hopelessly in love with him. I'd have felt disappointed and wondered if anything was wrong between us if he hadn't rounded off the evening with a good fuck. I came to look forward to it. Then we got married and I realized what we'd done before was only a taste ... I'd done well at school and I was working as a private secretary and Dick had agreed that I keep my job till I became pregnant. I'm only saying this to show I was bright and intelligent before I got married, but within a few weeks of the honeymoon I had to give in my notice ... I couldn't concentrate, I felt stupid, like a half-wit. Dick was fucking me silly."
"I can well believe it ... it numbs the mind," Nan agreed, "a good husband can undo years of good schooling in no time, but it takes a pretty randy man to do it."
"I know what you mean!" Pam cried, "my mind went numb when he made me come."
"Yes, that's what does it ... the come ... and when you have it up to a dozen times a day, every day except during your period and mine was a welcome relief, I was able to have a few days rest every month ... " Molly sighed, "but I always looked forward to being well again. Women are funny creatures like that. His fucking softened my brain, but sharpened my instincts. Well, I became a wife instead of a person and that's why I said I'm his cunt. He made me merge into him and I think education for girls is a waste of time and money. Girls should be taught wifery, housekeeping and child rearing and if they were there wouldn't be so many divorces."
"Well, I don't agree that far. Learning to count and read and write is essential if you aren't to be twisted at every turn, but the rest is useless. I don't care a hang what Cromwell did in ten sixty-six ... "
"That was the Battle of Hastings, mom!" Pam squealed.
"Fancy that, now!" Nan tittered, "I'm all mixed up, it looks like Dick's gone and stupefied me, a few more fucks like that and I shall have to start counting on my fingers."
"But it does bear out what I said," Molly insisted, "I've met women I used to know at school and been shocked at the change in them. Marriage knocks all the cleverness out of their heads and you can tell at a glance the women that have a good husband. They go about looking dazed, their eyes vacant and empty, unless you meet them out with their husbands, then they hang on his every word, swooning with adoration. And I knew them as clever girls! But I suppose I'm no better myself, my whole life is wrapped up in that randy man of mine and all that's really happened to me is that my mind has slipped down into my belly and I think through my cunt."
"I'm satisfied," I grinned. Molly smiled back tenderly.
"It's true, Dick, you gave me your name and I'm Mrs. Dick Morris, your female half and my little world revolves around you and for you I left my family nest to make my nest with you. And when you married me you took all of me and you know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you?"
"You've amply proved that lately, darling," I said.
"And I'll go on proving it, you can't say I'm a selfish wife, can you?"
"No, anything but that." I turned to Nan, "it was Molly who persuaded me to go out with her tonight to pick up a bit of cunt. She hasn't been feeling like it lately and she discovered I'd been tossing off. So she insisted she helped me find a cunt. We were lucky, but it was Molly who spotted you two as likely victims and she proved right, didn't she?"
"I suppose I should feel offended," Nan tittered, "but it's true because here we are. Only you landed the pair of us, a pair of cunts! Can't say I'm sorry, wouldn't have missed it for anything-would you, Pam?"
"No, I'm glad, mom and I don't mind a bit being called a cunt, though I never thought I'd feel proud of mine. But Dick's showed me how important it is-to me, I mean. I feel a bit shattered, my head's still singing and dizzy."
"Our sex life is a serious thing, Pam," Molly said, "it becomes our whole life once it begins. We find ourselves living for it. Here's me, housebound, expecting Dick's baby, yet I'm only part of his life. He has his work and outside interests, he has other girls and women because he's a virile man. He's my job now and he comes first with me."
"That's right, because you've got yourself a good husband," Nan said, "mine was a washout and I'm well rid of him. But I overboard for him. So I guess Dick will want her regular-like, so I'd like it fine if she can pop around by arrangement. And I won't mind if he keeps her overnight ... but not tonight. She'll need a few days rest for the wounds to heal after he's finished with her. What I'm trying to say is-it's alright with me for her to come here any time he wants her."
"Is that alright with you, Pam?" I asked.
"Oh yes, Dick ... besides," she giggled, "a girl should always do as her mom says, but she won't have to do any arm-twisting. I'm willing to be the victim of your lust, any time you want me."
"I never thought I should procure my own daughter for immoral purposes," Nan laughed, "but that's what it boils down to. I'm aiding and abetting your adultery. What next, I wonder?"
"You could keep a lookout for other likely girls, Nan," Molly said, "he likes them young, nice juicy schoolgirls ... "
"Well, I can do that," Nan agreed, "that is, if you're serious?"
"I'd appreciate it, Nan," I said.
"How young, Dick?" she asked.
"From twelve upwards. They seem to be ready for it a lot earlier than they used to and some have their puberty at eleven, you know that?"
"Yes, I know. I'll see what I can do," Nan promised.
"Do you want another fuck with her before we go, Dick?"
"I'd like to, but ... "
"Dick, why don't you walk back with them and fuck Pam to sleep ... she won't feel like walking home afterwards."
"What do you say, Pam?" I asked.
"Oh! I'd love that-in my own bed!"
"Nan ... ?"
"Why, of course, it's very thoughtful of you and we'll be glad to have Dick with us at this time of night."
We all got up, Nan and Pam and myself got dressed and Molly came with us to the door, then fetched my raincoat. It was raining, but not too badly and the wind had dropped a bit. With one on each arm we walked briskly through the wet streets and ten minutes later Nan let us into her house.
"You two go up," she said after we had shed our coats and hung them up in the hall.
"Yes, come on, Dick," Pam said and let the way up to her bedroom which was much as I had expected, frilly and feminine and smelling of its female occupant. I closed the door and we stood for a moment regarding each other. Then she heaved a deep sigh.
"Dick, do you think I shall bleed again?" she asked as she unfastened her dress.
"You might. Got a towel or something to lie on, save the bedclothes."
"In that drawer Dick, pick an old one," she stepped out of her dress and drew up her slip, "are you ... ready?" she asked.
"Not quite-you'll have to suck it stiff. This do?"
"Yes. Get your clothes off ... like my room?"
"It's nice, like you," I said. She took the towel, folded it, opened the bedclothes and placed it in the middle of the mattress then sat to get her stockings and harness off, watching me as I rapidly stripped.
"You're a lovely man, Dick, all hairy and strong," she was naked now. I dropped my pants and stepped out of them, she leaned forward, mouth open and I pushed in my soft penis, skinning it back first and she began sucking it, now taking it as a matter of course. It's surprising how quickly a girl can pick things up, a few hours ago the very idea would have roused nothing but disgust but now it seemed natural.
"There ... " she said after a few minutes, drawing her mouth off and regarding my glowing erection with pride, "Oh Dick it's wonderful. I still feel surprised that I can take all that. Let's get it in ... "
She opened the bedclothes and swung her legs in, then held them open for me to get in with her, drawing up her legs and opening out her knees as I climbed on top of her. She pulled the bedclothes and we settled snugly, kissed for a while and stroked each other. I put my hand down and guided my penis into her and pushed in gently. She gasped:
"Oh Dick ... ouch! It's sore ... oh Dick ... push ... go on ... oh!"
She writhed and gasped as I gently fucked it in, then her juices came and she relaxed and put her arms round me and pressed me. I kept it gentle for a while, long, slow thrusts in deep and I could feel her bleeding again. The wounds had opened but since she didn't protest I took no notice. It wouldn't hurt hereto lose a bit more and she wouldn't be available for a few days after tonight.
"Oooh Dick," she murmured lovingly, "I adore you-how you fuck me, it's dreamy."
"When you come to stay the night with me we'll see how long we can make a fuck last, darling."
"You do like me, don't you?" she asked softly.
"Next to my wife-I love you. You'll make a nice mistress."
"Oh yes, that's what they call it, isn't it? I like that ... your mistress ... so much has happened to me tonight, I've had a lovely time and I feel I'm really living now."
"This is life, sweetheart, it's your love-life and you're a woman now. Not sorry-about your virginity, are you?"
"Me? No, of course not. I'm glad it's gone, else I wouldn't be lying here with your prick up me to my waist, feeling as if I'm in heaven. I've gone all dizzy again, Dick and feel as if I'm floating."
She didn't speak again. Presently she moaned and I felt her cringe, so I fucked her hard and fast and fetched it up. I gave it to her and felt peace steal over me. Gently I pulled out and rolled off her. Her moans subsided. I softly climbed out of her bed. Her eyes were closed and she looked as if she was asleep. I turned the bedclothes down and pulled the blood soaked towel from under her and made her a nappy, which I tied on. I bent to kiss her slack lips and covered her up. Then I dressed and softly left the room, switching off the light and closing the door.
Nan heard me and came out to meet me at the bottom of the stairs.
"Alright?" she asked.
"Yes, fine. She's fast asleep. Thank you for everything." I gave her a kiss and she helped me into my coat and let me out.
Molly had gone to bed and I was glad to crawl in beside her and I remembered nothing more till next morning.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Right after dinner on Saturday we went up to change for the visit to Molly's parents. Personally I didn't think I should have any better chance of getting her young sister, Patricia, alone, at least for long enough to make any progress, than I had on the other times I'd been there. But Molly seemed confident enough and I was willing to go along on the off chance.
It surprised me that Pat was still walking around free and single, because if anything she was slightly prettier than Molly and unless she had had it cut since our last visit she wore her hair long.
Molly certainly seemed somewhat lacking in filial spirit, for she seemed to have a thing about throwing Pat's virtue down the drain, but it wasn't for me to raise objections. Perhaps she held a grudge against Pat for her sister's unsuccessful attempt to get me.
After locking up we walked to the bus stop and boarded a number 12A and the fare was a shilling each. They lived in the older part of the town in a terraced house that was about due for demolition and half an hour later Pat let us in and welcomed us enthusiastically.
"Mom and Dad in?" Molly asked.
"Mom is, Dad's gone to the match with the boys," she meant her two brothers.
"You get prettier every time I see you," I murmured into Pat's attentive ear as we followed Molly into the dim living room, "lost your cherry yet?"
"You're cheeky," she giggled, "no, I haven't, I'm still pure. Are you after it?"
"I'd like to add your scalp to my trophy belt," I said.
"I bet you would ... "
We couldn't take it any further just then as her mother turned from kissing Molly to greet me. I kissed her cheek and gave her a hug that made her gasp. It was easy to see where her daughters had got their good looks. She was still slim and her face showed only faint signs of wrinkles, but there was grey in her black hair.
"Ouch, you brute!" she laughed, "you've got a hug like a bear, you're looking well."
"We've brought you some news. Tell her, darling ... "
"Let me guess," she laughed, "am I going to become a granny?"
"You are, love, we waited till we were sure."
"How soon?" she asked Molly.
"Some time next May, mom," Molly told her.
I noticed Pat counting on her fingers, then she cried:
"You did it when you were on holiday - I'm shocked," she tittered.
"Pat, behave yourself. They're married and have a perfect right. Your turn will come, see if it doesn't."
"I'm surprised she isn't courting," I remarked.
"Well, I am too, she has several boys after her, but sit down do, what're we all standing up for? Pat, take their coats and hang them up."
"This is splendid," she said to Molly, "I wondered how long it would be before you started a family. I'm delighted and of course, there's lots of things I can tell you. But I don't like talking mother talk in front of Pat. She makes fun of everything, nothing is sacred to her. There's a fire in the front ... Dick, do you think ... would you like to watch T.V. in the front with Pat? Keep her out of the way for a bit ... while me and Molly have a talk?"
"I want to listen," Pat protested, dropping me a sly wink.
"I'd rather you didn't Pat, go on ... leave us alone."
"Come on-big-ears," I grasped Pat's long hair and pretended to drag her out, closing the door behind us. In the hall she slipped her arm around my waist and hugged me. We went into the front room and closed the door.
"Alone at last," she whispered, "kiss me, Dick."
I folded her warm, soft body in my arms and she clung to me, returning my kisses avidly, then I picked her up and carried her to the settee and sat her down.
I went to the T.V. and switched on, setting the controls as the picture settled at the match between Manchester United and Aston Villa, then I went to sit beside Pat.
"Oh Dick," she slid her arm round my waist and snuggled close, "Mom keeps on at me to find a boy and I ... can't. I'm in love with you and no other man will do. It's hopeless. I ... I've tried to forget you, but my dreams are of you."
"Well, I'm married now and Molly is a good wife, I have her well trained," I grinned.
"I bet you have," she giggled, "she's alright, I'm very fond of her and the only time I hated her was when you wouldn't give her up for me, but I got over that. She found you first and now you've got her pregnant. It was during your holiday, wasn't it?"
"I won't lie to you, precious, it was. It rained for about three days at the beginning of the second week, so we spent most of the time in bed."
"Oh! Don't Dick. I can't bear it," she closed her eyes tight and quivered, "what wouldn't I give for three days in bed with you. Dick, would you think me awful ... " she opened her eyes wide in a baby stare and pouted her red lips, "could I persuade you to be unfaithful to Molly, with little ... me? You see it's like this. Lots of boys have tried to get my panties down, but I always think of you. So I can't. I've kept myself pure, hoping that you might still love me a little and ... want me ... "
"Want you? Oh Pat, I still love you. Molly had given in, she gave herself to me the first day we met and she was a virgin. That's why I couldn't swap over to you. She loves me and I can't let her down. You aren't going to break up our marriage."
"Oh no. I wouldn't do that. But well, she's pregnant and I've been told a woman goes off sex after she conceives, so I thought you might like a nice loving girl to offer you what she doesn't want to give you. You say you still love me?"
"I do, you're lovely and you have something your sister hasn't got."
"What's that?" she asked eagerly.
"Your maidenhead."
"Oh-so I have! I saved it hoping you might want it. Do you?"
"I couldn't Pat. You should save it for your husband."
"I don't want to get married," she pouted, "I want you. Oh Dick-have me ... you do want me, don't you?"
"Yes ... " I murmured.
She freed herself suddenly and jumped to her feet. She turned and stood facing me, just beyond my reach, her eyes were moist and soft with passion.
"Dick darling, you know what a girl does when she decides to give herself. I told you, they all want to get my panties down, but, because I love you I never have, but for you ... watch me ... "
She bent forward and began to gather up the sides of her skirts, then thrust her hands up to her waist, then she peeled her panties down, let them drop around her ankles and stepped out of them. She let her skirt drop, then folded her panties and carelessly tossed them to me. Her lovely face was flushed.
"There, I've taken them off, at last. If I could I'd take all my clothes off too, but you know, I can't go that far with Mom in the next room."
I nodded, swallowing. I slipped her panties into my jacket pocket, then slowly ran my fingers down the front of my trousers, releasing my fly buttons and the skin around her eyes became pink and damp. Her lips parted and saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth. She leaned forward as I slid my hand in. Her eyes avidly followed every movement of my hand as I eased my penis and testicles out and exposed myself to her. I was at my virile best and had a magnificent erection, which I displayed without a hint of shame. As an afterthought I pressed my foreskin down. The effect on her was gratifying.
"Oh Dick-it scares me! It's huge ... I'm surprised does Molly take all that?"
"She does, she adores it and it will fit you, but there'll be a mess ... "
"Oh-that. I know about that. Oh, we can't, not here. I shall scream ... I want to, but Dick, could we wait. I'll try to come over ... tomorrow. I think Mom will let me. If you think Molly would let us? Oh, it's so terribly important to me and I want it properly."
"I agree. It will be quite an operation and you needn't worry about your sister. She wants me to have you and she'll do all she can to help us to be together. Let's have a look, darling ... "
"There isn't much to see ... " she demurred, blushing warmly.
"Come and sit down," I said.
She hesitated, then came and sat beside me.
"Dick ... I'm sorry, but I feel so shy."
"Nothing wrong with that, but I'll soon break you of it. Here ... have a feel ... "
I took her unwilling hand which she tried to pull free. Her arm flinched as I wrapped her slim fingers around the thick shaft. I gripped her hand and moved it up and down making her move my foreskin up and down and gradually she lost her fear and began doing it of her own accord, so I let my hand slip away and lightly moved it to her knee, then her attention full occupied, I slid my hand under her skirt and a moment later I touched her warm cunt.
Gently I separated the wet bridging hairs and tenderly eased my finger into her spunky furrow. A moment's search located her clitoris, which I began to rub and soon her thighs twitched apart and she was breathing faster.
"Oh Dick ... ooooh, you seem to know ... everything ... "
"I'm a married man, sweetheart and you're built on the same pattern as Molly, you're sweet and tender ... "
"It's ... wet," she murmured ashamedly.
"Let me do it with my prick, darling ... no, I won't try to push it in ... trust me, I have your welfare at heart."
"Have you?" she giggled, "I'd love to, but ... how?"
"The best way would be for you to sit on my lap, but we couldn't spring apart if your mom came to see if we're behaving ourselves, so we turn towards each other-like this ... "
I turned sideways and pulled her over, pushing her skirt up. She stared down as I took hold of my penis and guided my skinned knob into the centre of her hairy nest. She moved her upper leg back as I rubbed my knob in the upper part of her soft furrow, actually frigging her with my glans.
She buried her hot face against my chest and clung to me, shivering.
"Like it?" I asked.
"Oh-it's lovely!" she sighed.
The friction of her cunt was far too mild to give me anything but a pleasant titillation, but for Pat it was her first sexual experience and within a few minutes she became tense, then moaned and cringed and jerked her cunt away. She turned from me and curled her legs up to nurse her throbbing cunt. She pulled her skirt over her knees modestly, then asked:
"Oh Dick-what happened to me? I've never felt anything like it."
"You had a come, darting," I said and I felt a sense of satisfaction. I knew she had never masturbated herself!
"I've never felt anything so thrilling in my life," she murmured, uncurling her legs and sitting up to look at me with glowing eyes, "oh Dick, will it ... the other thing ... make that lovely feeling?"
"Yes every time, it should anyway, that's why we do it, to get and give ecstasy. Love is very beautiful, Pat."
"If it feels like that, it is."
"It might not feel so good the first time. There'll be pain and blood when I open you up, but afterwards you can expect the ecstasy."
"Well, I'll come tomorrow and get the nasty part over, then what Dick ... the trouble will be meeting you, won't it?"
"There's none my end, Pat. I'd come here to give it to you but you know we wouldn't get a chance. I'd meet you half way but winter's coming on and it'll be too cold out of doors, otherwise, well, lovers can always find somewhere private to go."
"I shall have to come and see you often, then till winters over. Will Molly mind, you sure Dick?"
"It'll be alright, don't worry."
"O.K. tomorrow then ... I feel a bit scared about it, it's so awfully big and it makes me feel small and weak. I wish you could get some chloroform or something, like the gas they give at confinements ... twilight sleep, isn't it? I don't want to be conscious through the nasty part ... what about sleeping pills?"
"I think Molly might be able to get some, yes, I'm sure she could, our next door neighbor suffers from nerves and has them under prescription. I'm glad you told me, a couple of pills will make you unconscious and while you're out I'll get it over and clean you up ... alright?"
But at that moment her Mom came in and we hurriedly rearranged ourselves. She seemed to have no suspicions and her chat with Molly had obviously pleased her. It was time to go and we all said our goodbyes. I left feeling a good job had been easily accomplished.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"How did you get on with Pat, Dick" asked my wife as she stirred the fire.
"Alright darling ... " I told her roughly what had happened, "she said she'll be coming here tomorrow afternoon. Oh by the way, she's scared and asked me to get something ... so she won't know what happens. I wondered if Mrs. Knowles would let you have a couple of sleeping tablets?"
"I'll pop round and ask her, Dick. It sounds a good idea, poor Pat, it's enough to scare any girl."
"It didn't scare Betty all that much," I protested.
"She's a country girl, darling and she's used to seeing horses and bulls. Pat's a town girl, but she'll be alright and it's time she had a man. She'll have to get married."
"That's what I told her and she agreed. Your mom will be delighted, though I don't think she suspects me of having designs on Pat?"
"Not as far as I know and she sent you into the front with her, she wouldn't have trusted you out of her sight if she'd guessed you were after Pat."
"I don't want you to hold back with Pat," she went on, "it will do her good. I always feel on top of the world after a good dose of your spunk, all sleek and contented. It will sharpen her wits and make her eager to be a wife and get cover for her adultery. Mother thinks a lot of you, Dick. She said to me that she wished you could marry Pat too! A funny thing for a mother to say, I thought?"
"The thought just occurred to me that she might have had an ulterior motive in leaving me alone in the front with Pat that long, without an interruption. I half expected her to come to have a look in occasionally, just to make sure we were behaving ourselves, but she didn't and we must have been in there an hour."
"It's a pity you didn't persuade Pat ... ?"
"She was afraid of screaming I expect, it was her suggestion to come here to have it. She'll have to ask your mother ... "
"We'll see what she says tomorrow Dick. I'd like to know if mother is deliberately throwing Pat in your way," Molly said thoughtfully, "now I come to think of it she seemed to enjoy talking sexy. She asked about our honeymoon and how many times a day we'd been in the habit of having a fuck and whether I suspected you of having other women."
"Looks almost as if she's interested in me-that way-herself, doesn't it?"
"Mother? Oh goodness, I never thought of that! What fun if she has hot panties for you! Oh Dick, next time we pay a visit home you must make a pass at her and see what happens. Wouldn't I just love to see you get your prick into her ... I've never seen her even naked. I wonder if Dad's had it?"
"He's a lot older than your mother so it's possible. If so, well, she's kept her good looks and has a good figure. I wouldn't mind a bit finding myself in bed with her."
"If I can do anything about it, you will. If Dad's no good as a husband she must be sex starved."
"Keep it in the family."
"It excites me, Dick ... " she looked at me, nostrils flared and eyes bright, "you would do it for me?"
"It'll be a pleasure, sweetheart ... ours is a funny sort of marriage, don't you think?"
"How do you mean, Dick?"
"Well, most wives would start thinking of divorce if their husbands started fucking around like I'm doing, especially if it was with her family. But you're aiding and abetting me!"
"That's so, I've been thinking about that myself, Dick. It's your maleness. I'm feeling pretty helpless, there's nothing a woman can do once she's pregnant. Your baby has taken possession of my belly and all I can do is carry it and wait out my time. But you are free and I'm your wife and I adore you. I suppose I'm secretly suffering from what they call 'penis-envy'. It gives you such immense power over me. There's something godlike and worshipful about it and I wish I was you. But since I'm the female of the partnership I'm trying to use the power of your big prick, through you and you've played up wonderfully. You've been amiable and allowed me to direct you. You've let me pick the victims and arrange their seductions, perhaps you're just humoring my whims?"
"I'm enjoying myself immensely, darling. But you must forgive me for feeling uneasy about our ... victims. Three virgins, counting your sister, Pam's mother, Nan and now your own mother! And some of them are going to find themselves in trouble before their very much older. It's like letting loose a randy bull in a meadow full of cows and heifers ... "
She laughed softly.
"That's a good comparison, Dick. Only you're a prize bull in stud! Oh you've no idea how it thrills me to use your prick as if it belonged to me ... sharing your power over women. Don't worry, it will turn out alright, darling and just think of the children you're begetting, who wouldn't have the chance of life but for me. You must admit we've had no complaints from the victims, eh?"
"Give them time, my love, wait till their bellies start to stretch and strain. We're a wicked pair!" I said ruefully.
"Please Dick, go on pandering to my whims, besides marriage entitles us to share everything the others has, so it's my prick as much as yours!"
"Put like that I have nothing more to say. Go ahead and use your prick how you want, I'm enjoying it. I never had so many cunts at one time in my life! So what about your mother?"
"She's got to be fucked," Molly stated firmly, "we must go to see her again, soon, pregnancy has shown me that we're only females after all, irrespective of relationship. Mother's only a woman and she's attractive. It won't make you feel disgusted, will it, to fuck the cunt I came out of?"
"Not in the least, make it more exciting, especially if I could see you and Pat and your mother lying naked together on the bed ... " I licked my lips and she exclaimed:
"Oh Dick, count on me, I'd love it, if the other two would, but you'll have to get Pat well broken in first. She's shy and I doubt if she's even let mother see her naked."
"Here's how I see it, Molly. Pat's coming tomorrow and we get her unconscious and deflower her while she's out. When she comes round, all cleaned up, we make a beautiful experience and enslave her to the prick and teach her a few dirty tricks. Then she starts coming here to have it and becomes more deeply involved. Meanwhile I think we ought to go see your mother when she's on her own and see if there's anything doing. If it turns out she's randy and has ideas about me, I carry on, giving it to her at her home while I'm fucking Pat here. Then in a few weeks we try to get your mother to come here while Pat's here and have a party that ends up a real family affair, seeing each other getting fucked, how does that sound to you."
"Wonderful, Dick, if we can bring it off. The only thing is mother will only be on her own while Pat and the men are at work, so that means you'll have to take the afternoon off and we lose a bit of money, but since it's the only way to get at mother, that's how it will have to be ... unless ... "
"Unless, what?"
"I've an idea that mother might not let Pat come here by herself. She might take it into her head to come with her, what then, Dick?"
I thought a moment, then said:
"It would solve the problem without loss of wages and I think we could manage to tackle them both. Slip the tablets in Pat's tea and carry her up to bed and do the job. Shouldn't take long ... then I come down and fuck your mother. We see how she takes it, you can come in and catch us at it and pass it off lightly, then maybe we get her to go up with us as Pat is regaining consciousness and before Pat has her senses back I give her a fucking with you and your mother looking on and perhaps assisting. You could suck Pat's tits and hold her arms if she starts to struggle, then Pat realizes that her mother has condoned her seduction, so it might be alright. So maybe she comes by herself sometimes, but sometimes she comes with her mother. It could all work out like that."
"Lovely, I hope it does, Dick. You're a dandy plotter and Pat might feel easier with mother there. A lot will depend how mother acts I think and I don't know how sexy she is, but if Pat could see mother sucking your prick, it would destroy her inhibitions and it might not be difficult to persuade her to have a suck herself. Oh Dick, I hope it turns out that way. Of course I'll do everything I can to help things alone. We could have lots of fun together, maybe have our own Pagan temple for phallus worship with ceremonies and sacrifices to your prick ... and perhaps we could get Nan and Pam to come too ... I'd love to design and make gowns for us to wear ... indecent ones!"
"Don't forget Betty. I think before long I might get her to leave home and come here to live with us. She'd be useful and help in the house and I'd feel safer if she was under my hand. She's pregnant."
"She'll be welcome, Dick, if you can get her," Molly said.
"I think I can get you a bolt of white rayon, very cheap, the firm had an order and ordered too much, now they are trying to sell off the surplus."
"That's just the thing, Dick. I could buy some gold satin ribbon at the market, I saw some last week and I want something to do."
"That's settled then. Now about those friends we were supposed to be expecting this evening?"
"Oh that was only an excuse to get you away from mother's house Dick, I wanted to know how you were getting on with my sister?"
"Oh I see. I think it would be a good idea if I had a nice early night ... do you mind ... I'll be fresh for whatever transpires for tomorrow then?"
"Oh yes, Dick, a very good idea. You go up to bed and I'll bring you a nice hot drink and we'll read for a while ... O.K.?"
And that's what we did.
CHAPTER NINE
Pat's mother did not come with her. However there was plenty of time to work out our plan later. The girl was very shy and I watched her as she gazed apprehensively at her sister when the pill was dropped into her tea. But she did not protest. It took twenty minutes for the drug to work and by then she was fast asleep. I carried her upstairs.
It seemed a good idea to do the job very quickly for we had only given her a half dose and we did not know how long it would last. I bent over the unconscious girl and let my eyes play over her lovely young body. She was breathing deeply and evenly and her face had a faintly ethereal palour. I gently opened her eyelids but her eyes held no intelligence. I could do what I liked with her ...
I lifted the slack soft arms and spread them apart then gently lifted her head and pulled away the pillows. I collected all four and piled them beside her, then reached down to pick up her legs and put my arm under her knees. I lifted her legs, raising her soft feminine bottom. Then, one by one I moved the pillows under her bottom, lifting her a bit higher each time till all four pillows, one atop the other raised her hips up by about a foot. I moved her gently and settled her bottom into the pile of pillows.
Then I gently lowered her legs, wide apart, her heels falling naturally just over opposite sides of the bed and her hip bones were thrust out. The inner tendons of her thighs stood out in ridges. Then Molly came in softly, took the scene in at a glance and came to lay out the shaving things. She fetched a bedside chair for the shaving mug, then moved round to the foot of the bed and leaned over to look at Pat's cunt.
"Isn't she lovely?" she sighed.
I gave her a lopsided grin.
"All brides are beautiful," I said, "she takes after you."
"Oh thank you, that's a lovely compliment."
"I was referring to her hairy cunt," I grinned.
"Pig!" she giggled.
"Go look in the bottom drawer and get me two cellophane bags, one each for the hair."
"It's unlucky to keep hair," she said.
"Not cunt hair. I want it for your temple decorations. I'm going to do some carvings and I shall want real hair, lots of it, in matching colors, you can both keep letting it grow till we have enough."
"What sort of carvings, Dick?"
"An outsize prick and two or more cunts! Perhaps some carvings of tits too."
"You can let your imagination go on that, can't you? Make them as if they've been cut off ... with red paint round the edges to looks like blood ... "
She came back with two bags and held one out as I began to use the hair clippers. She crawled on the bed and took pinches of the thick curls, quickly anticipating the path of the clippers. She stretched the helpless flesh and held Pat's buttocks open for me to clip out the hairs and she also carefully placed the harvest in the bag until only a short stubble remained. She held the mug then while I lathered the area and again used her fingers to stretch the skin while I shaved closely. Afterwards she wiped and dried it and puffed on talcum powder and rubbed it into the skin.
"I can see why you want the hair off, Dick, it looks better naked. Now do me ... "
She sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt on the floor. She helped me in the same way as with Pat, placing her hairs in the second bag. She lathered it herself and helped as I shaved it. I shaved over twice, then she wiped dried and powdered it.
"It's a pity it's useless at the moment ... " she sighed.
"It's a good useful cunt just temporarily out of action," I consoled her. "Lots of work for it yet. Now clear away, I'll wait till you get back."
She collected the things briskly and went out with them and I just sat looking at the sweet victim, lying with her hips raised, naked cunt pouting, then I gently began rubbing the unconscious girl's clitoris. To my surprise it had the desired effect. The juices flowed and her whole cunt became wet.
When Molly returned I told her to hold her sister's feet. I knelt over Pat and placed my knob lightly against the cluster of virginal buds. Though it didn't matter whether I was gentle or brutal, I chose to make a good performance for Molly's sake. I began to prod rhythmically but gently. Insistently I continued. With a steady unyielding pressure upon my stiff penis, I pushed, feeling the soft flesh cave in. Then the small rips split, separating the cluster of buds and the final destruction of Pat's maidenhead and my taking of her virginity was over quickly.
The blood began to flow. I paused again, then in a series of short thrusts I inched my penis in deeper ... in an inch ... back half an inch ... gradually stretching the young vagina. When I had about half buried in, I spoke to Molly.
"Hold my balls, darling."
I felt her long fingers close over my testicles and lift. I continued to fuck more penis into Pat, but at last I had to put it all in and keeping it pressed in firmly I jerked and wallowed and hooked, doing a further amount of damage to the wounds to loosen the hole, spending a few minutes at what was, I admit, a very pleasant task to me. Then I slowly pulled out all my glans, then thrust it in and out about ten times. Finally I pulled right out and moved away.
Molly craned forward to see. We watched the raw ragged hole slowly close. Then she was unable to restrain herself and bent over it and plunged her face into it, licking up the spilled blood before clamping her mouth over the welling hole to suck the flesh.
"Suck it clean ... " I told her, meaning my penis.
She turned from herself appointed task to my weapon. Flashing me an adoring smile she opened her mouth into which I pushed my bloodied spunky penis. She licked it absolutely clean with great relish.
The job was done.
CHAPTER TEN
We declared to go downstairs and I told Molly I would make her a cup of tea for being such a good and helpful wife. She giggled and tied a pretty apron round my naked waist. We were chasing each other down the stairs-and there was Molly's mother standing in the hall!
"My goodness," she exclaimed, "am I intruding?"
"We didn't expecting ... " a warning glance from Molly made me stop short of saying 'you.'
"I wouldn't have missed this for anything she said. I knew that from down below she had a pretty good view up my apron. Her eyes twinkled as she boldly stared at the sight. Molly and I were so nonplussed we didn't know what to say. We especially dreaded the question which was hanging in the air ... where was Pat?
But it didn't come, instead we were in for a real surprise.
"I suppose you thought you were getting away with it, eh? Half seducing my youngest daughter in the next room and then making arrangements to seduce her ... shame on you!" but it was said while she was still smiling.
"Where is she, upstairs?"
"Yes," we chorused.
"Have you done it yet?"
"Yes."
"Good ... did she scream?"
"No ... she asked for a sedative and we gave it to her ... she's still unconscious."
"Good. Well don't stand there staring at me like a couple of fools. Let's go into the lounge and have a chat."
We took her coat and as we did so Molly gave me a wink. This was turning out alright after all it seemed to say.
"Now," she said when we had sat down, "I may as well be frank with you. I'll confess, I've had my eye on him since you were courting ... "
"Go on ... " Molly urged, "you have our interest ... so you've been getting ideas about my Dick, have you?"
"Yes, I have, so there! And I'm not ashamed to confess it. Why should you young people have all the fun?"
She tossed her head, "I'm not all that old, in spite of four children and I know all about Pat trying to steal him off you. So I was waiting and biding my time. Then when she asked me if she could come, right after you'd been to visit me, I naturally smelled a rat. So I decided I'd have a finger in whatever fish pie you were cooking, if you see what I mean and if you'll forgive the mixed metaphors!"
"Oh, I see," said Molly encouragingly, "and?"
"Why do you think I sent you and Pat into the front yesterday?" she said to me.
"Haven't a clue ... have you Molly?" I said innocently.
"Don't tell me you just sat watching the television when you had this sweet young popsie shut up with you for over an hour," she snorted.
"If I'd known you'd thrown us together deliberately," I sighed, "Pat was scared that she'd scream ... so we arranged for her to come here."
"Just as I guessed," she cried triumphantly, "and why ever not? She's old enough to know her own mind now, so I decided to come along too ... I think you've forgotten you gave me a key last year when you went on holiday so's I could come and see the house was alright. And I never gave it back to you ... I had a feeling I would make good use of it one day."
"But what ... what have you come for?" asked Molly, pretending to be mystified.
"I've come for a bit of Dick!" she giggled. "And now I know there's more than a bit ... more than enough and to spare for a woman like me who knows how to appreciate the depths a man will go to. Do we come out into the open and admit we've all had the same idea?"
"Might as well, ma-in-law," I grinned, "another fanny is more than welcome."
"Glad we can stop beating around the bush. When all's said and done I'm a reasonable woman and I want my share of what's going. Now Dick, take that silly apron off and let a woman see what she's up against. I'm fair swooning for a proper sight of that dibber of yours."
She glanced at Molly's protruding belly, "looks like you've got some good stuff in you ... Oh Lord, I'm feeling that randy you wouldn't believe and you have no need to act coy Molly ... how long is it?"
"About ten inches."
"Would you believe it ... " she drooled, "and my Molly is married to that lovely big dick. There's no justice in the world when a woman like me has to go begging to her daughter's husband for a bit of slap and tickle. The very thought of it makes my mouth water. I've forgotten how long it is since I had a dick between my lips ... "
"Which lips?" I asked.
"Why, bless you, both pairs! It's all the same to me. Don't you think it's about time you called me by my first name instead of ma-in-law ... makes me feel ancient?" she said to me.
"Of course," I answered, pleased, "what is it?"
"Fanny ... at least that's what my husband used to call me."
"Must have been a reason for that?"
"Well, he could say it in front of the children, Dick, making double talk. He hasn't used it for years now," she sighed, "calls me Flo now and it annoys me. Dick, how about calling the three of us by pet names? Yours is alright ... very appropriate ... and I'll be Fanny again ... what about Pat?"
"Pratt?" I suggested.
"Lovely! What about Molly?"
"Oh Molly's second name is Constance, so let's call her 'Cunnie' ... "
"I don't mind," Molly smiled, "though with you for a husband, I don't need reminding that I'm your cunt, so all right, I'm Cunnie."
"We've got to live up to our pet names," Fanny said "and isn't it about time we started letting our hair down. Time we were up and doing ... "
"Why, can't you stay long ... Fanny?" I asked.
"Till about ten o'clock, Dicky. How about a cup of tea ... Cunnie?" she suggested.
Cunnie got up and said she would see about it.
Immediately she had gone Fanny was up and out of her seat and over to me.
"Quick ... quick ... I can't wait ... slip me a length of that prick of yours ... just let's try it out for size."
Before I go agree or refuse she had hitched up her skirt. I saw immediately she wore no panties ... she had obviously come prepared. She had an enormous bush of black hair between her legs and I could see the soft lips were very protuberant and wet too.
I fumbled my apron aside and she sat across me I took my penis between my two hands and pushed it around in her slippery cunt until I found her right hole. She sat down quickly on it and it shot up into her with no difficulty at all. Of course she was well stretched by the birth of four children, but of course I'm very large and she fitted me well.
"Oh that's marvelous ... gorgeous ... at last ... a decent sized dick ... "
I could feel her cunt muscles massaging me and it was a very pleasant sensation indeed. She had been a good performer in her time, I guessed.
"Does Cunnie keep popping back when she makes tea ... or does she stay out there and bring it all in on a try?"
"Both ... " I grinned at her, pushing upwards and making her gasp, "she may come in at any moment ... "
"Give me a come then, Dick ... please ... please ... I'm desperate for it."
"Do it yourself then, dear ma-in-law ... I mean Fanny."
She did just that. Up and down on my penis she jumped, panting and gasping with her desperate urgency. I watched fascinated. I'd never seen anyone trying to bring on a come as quickly as possible before. I've always taken my time and done it just as I liked ... although of course just at the end I'm often a bit frantic ... but that's different ... it's the result of more than an hour's love play, usually.
"In a minute ... in a minute ... " she gasped and at that moment the door opened and in walked Cunnie.
She stood transfixed for a moment not expecting to see her mother, fully dressed, sitting astride her husband with her skirt all rucked up and his prick stuffed up inside her. But she recovered in a commendably short time and ran across the room to shove her hand down her mother's low necked blouse and under her brassiere to pull her left tit out. Then she clamped her lips over it, sucking brutally hard by the noise she was making.
Fanny was delighted and naturally the extra stimulus was all that was needed to bring her on.
"Oh ... that's wonderful ... I'm coming ... oh fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me ... that's heavenly ... aaarrrgh ... Ooohhh urrgghh ... aaaaaahhhh!"
She went rigid ... and then fell forward with her arms around my neck. It was then I looked up and saw ... Pat (or rather Pratt) standing in the doorway.
"Is that what's it like then?" she said awestruck. "It was a most wonderful sight ... will I get as excited as Mom ... oh Dick I'm looking forward to toeing conscious and knowing what's going on ... when can you do me?"
"We'd better leave it for a day or two, my dear," I said.
Fanny unwound herself from my neck and got off my lap a little stiffly.
"Well ... " she said, "I thought I was going to have a bit in private and now I've got two daughters watching me ... still, it had to happen one day, it was inevitable, things being as they are."
"Yes," said Molly looking round her with satisfaction at her mother and sister, "it's all turned out marvelous. Now come in and sit down and have a cup of tea, Pat. Then we'll discuss the future."
I pulled my apron over my slimed prick and took the cup of tea my wife offered to me. I also viewed my little harem with satisfaction. There was every sign that there was some good times ahead for all of us ...
UNCLE CLAUD
CHAPTER ONE
The coach they had been waiting for at last drew up beside them. The door slid open to allow the athletic looking young man to climb hurriedly on board. A moment before he had been kissing goodbye to the attractive girl who had been waiting with him. Now as the coach moved away leaving the girl and her elderly companion waving from the pavement the young man settled in his seat and tried to interest himself in one of the papers that had been left on an adjoining seat.
He couldn't concentrate on the newsprint, he felt slightly sick and if it had been at all possible he would have put the clock back a couple of days to try and put right the wicked wrong he was sure he had perpetrated.
It was a couple of days ago he had received that letter from his very wealthy Uncle Claud. For some months Tommy Lake had been writing begging letters to his rich relation. His gambling debts and now his other creditors, like his tailor and the trades-people, were threatening to take him to court if he did not pay. All added up to a desperate situation and then as if in answer to his prayers and certainly in answer to his letters imploring a loan, his Uncle Claud had paid him a visit.
Everything had seemed to be going well, already �500 had been paid into his depleted bank account with a promise from Uncle Claud that a further �500 would be paid in as soon as Tommy did one small thing for the old man.
The elderly lecherous Claud Lake knew his nephew well. He knew him for the idle spendthrift and wastrel that he really was and he also knew him a good looking presentable young man who had a way with the girls. Amongst his numerous girl friends he must know a pretty one who lived alone, who perhaps did not have any relations living nearby, one who could possibly quietly disappear and very little bother would be caused?
All Uncle Claud asked was for such a young woman to be brought down to his country house by Tommy and for him to return to town leaving the girl to stay at "The Clisters', Claud's country retreat.
It was not hard to arrange. Pretty Peggy Weston, must be twenty years of age was very fond of Tommy. Her parents lived in the North, she had few friends in town and apart from Tommy no very close friends at all. It was arranged that she and Tommy go down to spend a week in the country with Uncle Claud. After arriving at the house a telegram was to be received by the young man calling him back to London on urgent business and he would leave promising to return as soon as he could. She was not to know that in all probability she would never again see handsome Tommy Lake, or that as she waved goodbye to him as the coach went out of sight and Claud took her arm to lead her to his car.
During the short time she had spent at the Cloisters with Tommy she had not met Claud's wife. Apparently the old lady was an invalid and remained in her own room most of the time. Peggy had, however, met Mrs. Briggs, the housekeeper who ran the place and looked after Claud. A tall, strongly built manly sort of woman, who rarely smiled. She had chilled Peggy from the first meeting and now she waited with an evil smirk across her white strained face for her employer to bring back this sweet victim to the web.
As soon as Peggy stepped into the house with the strong hand of Claud gripping her forearm she sensed that something was different. The old man seemed to have an air of authority about him that had not been present when Tommy had been there. Mrs. Briggs greeted them in the hall, her face seemed to have an expression of triumph as she nodded at Peggy, an expression that the young woman did not understand and did not like at all.
"I think I'll go upstairs and have a wash before dinner." Peggy said, pleased at the chance to get away from this old man and his leering housekeeper, "what time is it, Mrs. Briggs?" she added.
She saw the grim looking housekeeper look towards the old man. He gave a curt nod and Mrs. Briggs stepped alongside Peggy and taking her by the arm went upstairs with her.
"It is time you were fed now," the woman said, her tone of voice sending a cold chill down the young woman's spine. When they got to the top of the stairs, instead of turning left which led to the room that Peggy had put her case in and the one she thought she would be sleeping in, she was guided right and along the passage into a room at the rear of the house.
Two things at once took her attention as she and the housekeeper stepped into this room ... the large comfortable bed that occupied the centre of the room and the thick bars that were across the window.
She tried to step back towards the door but although Mrs. Briggs had let go of her the bulky figure of Claud was there to prevent her moving very far.
"This is not my room," she stammered, "I don't like this room at all, what are those bars on the window for?"
She again felt that cold chill on her spine as the two laughed at her and Mrs. Briggs patted her cheek playfully.
"This is to be your room, my dear and as for the bars they are to make sure our little bird does not try and fly away."
Peggy sensed now that something very wrong was happening. With a sudden rush she tried to get round the stoutish figure of Claud, but he grabbed her and not only prevented her from getting to the door but swiveled her round and before she could stop him had his thick lips pressed to her mouth while Mrs. Briggs moved behind her to make quite certain that her struggles were to no avail.
For the next half minute the young woman was kissed in as passionate a fashion as is possible. Never had she known quite a kiss that did so much to her. All her feeling, all her senses, her very soul seemed to be drawn to her mouth and then sucked from her into the avidly sucking and licking tongue of the old fellow. His stout arms were round her waist and Mrs. Briggs was pressing the front of her body against Peggy's buttocks so that the young woman was forced to keep her body compressed against the fatness of Claud.
Peggy felt her wrists being taken by the hands of the woman behind her. Her arms were pushed round the stout torso of Claud, not altogether unwillingly she embraced him and gave a startled gasp under his thick lips when she felt his loins and stomach jerking against her in the most unmistakable suggestive fashion.
When they were both gasping for breath, he took his tongue out of her mouth and withdrew his face an inch or so from hers. Mrs. Briggs had stepped back a pace and did not touch Peggy at all now. The old fellow as only holding her loosely. They wanted to see if she would try and break free again after this initial experience of his sort of kissing. Peggy realized that she could try and make a break for it, but something kept her back. She stood there panting and flushed of face, but she did not make one move towards the door.
"I think our pretty birdie is ready to be fed!" Mrs. Briggs chuckled as she stepped up to Peggy again and with deft movements of her fingers began to unfasten the back of the young woman's dress. Peggy made no attempt to stop her and soon the dress was undone sufficiently for it to be slid over her shoulders and down to her waist. Now the hot fat hands of the old man moved into action, gripping the shoulder straps of her nylon slip and her bra he pushed them downwards and at the same time his face was buried in the warm flesh of her shoulder and just below.
Peggy looked down at his ugly florid face. It was but inches from the cups of her bra and now Mrs. Briggs was reaching round her to ease the bra cups free over her breasts. The moment her nipples were revealed to his greedy eyes he murmured:
"Thank you Mrs. Briggs. These certainly need some attention right away."
Peggy gasped with pleasure as she felt his hot breath on her left nipple and then his mouth closed over the hypersensitive bud and the avid way he sucked at it caused it to swell at once and to send sheer ecstatic waves through her body, starting from that sucked nipple and ultimately finishing deep down in her belly and loins.
When he had attended to both nipples with his mouth and tongue she was led across to the bed with Mrs. Briggs's arm round her waist. Seated on the bed edge it was easy for them to get her dress and nylon under slip down to her ankles and pull the garments from her completely.
Peggy watched the old man sink to his knees on the carpet, edging himself up between her legs and pushing her thighs open as he shuffled closer to her. She trembled to his touch as his hot hands moved over her nylons up to the bar thigh flesh above their tops. It was Mrs. Briggs leaning over them who reached down and pulled aside the crotch band of Peggy's panties and the moment her hairy warm nest was revealed the old man sank his face hard against the puffed wet lips.
The heartfelt moan that came from the young woman as she experienced this lecherous gamming of her genitals told them she was rapidly becoming as randy as they wanted to make her.
"Open your legs wider dear if you like being kissed down there," Mrs. Briggs muttered to her. The lovely fleshy thighs jerked outwards, there was no effort to try and disguise the pleasure Peggy was getting or that she needed it to continue. Her white hands flew down to the old man's head, not to push him away but to fondle his hair and his bobbing forehead.
"You mustn't ... ograaaaa ... you shouldn't ... be doing this ... to me ... ograaa ... no ... stop ... stop ... "
Her words failed to carry conviction and just as they knew it would the old fellow and his housekeeper saw her quim becoming very wet and angry looking. The lips of her cunt gaped quite a bit and appeared to hang loosely from his constant gripping of them in his lips and pulling the downwards from side to side. Like any normal healthy young woman such an act being performed upon her genitals was making her want copulation. She was genuinely sorry when the old man at last stood up and looked down at her. Mrs. Briggs put her hands down Peggy's very moist part and carefully sought and found the swollen hard bud of her clitoris. This was the first time in her life a woman had touched her in this intimate fashion and Peggy soon discovered that Mrs. Briggs knew just how to get the full pleasure from a gentle touching up.
While Peggy writhed and moaned under the artful stimulation given her by the eager fingers of the woman old Claud was taking off his clothing. When he had almost stripped off Mrs. Briggs pulled Peggy to her feet.
"Take off your things dear, you want to be fed, don't you? When I say fed I mean in this warm mouth down here," and she gave Peggy's cunt an extra severe frigging as she spoke these last words.
She could not prevent herself from trembling as she slipped her panties down and off and then undipped her suspenders and rolled her nylon stockings down her shapely legs. The frilly suspender belt was quickly unfastened and taken from her and quite naked she allowed herself to be stretched out on that wide comfortable bed.
Pot-bellied and hairy chested old Claud was now kneeling close to the bed, his hot podgy hands began to roam all over her nakedness. As she looked at his grossly fat and hairy body she felt ashamed at letting such a man even touch her and yet his hands thrilled her. Thrilled her so much that when he leaned half across her she reached up and wrapped her arms about his broad bare neck and shoulders.
Mrs. Briggs watched every movement, every changing expression on this pretty girl's face. There was nothing she liked better than to see an attractive young woman have her inner lust stoked and inflamed into reality and she knew this lovely girl wanted this ugly old devil to kiss her again. Already she was trying to pull his face down to her own.
The watching Mrs. Briggs could tell that her employer was going to tease their latest victim. He had his face just an inch or so from the pouting lips but did not give her the tongue kissing she wanted. Down between her thighs his podgy hand was prising apart her cunt lips and while he and Mrs. Briggs watched her face he furiously and quite brutally frigged her.
Gradually the expression of that pretty face changed. At first it had been one of shame and shock at being treated in such a way, but now as her lust was invoked the young woman was being transformed into a really randy wanton, her writhing wriggling body anxious and waiting for one thing-prick.
Mrs. Briggs took Peggy's face between her hands and leered down at her:
"You are a very lucky young woman," she muttered, "you are going to be fed now."
The heavy bulk of the old man slithered over more on top of Peggy. She got her hands palm upwards under his paunchy stomach and tried to pries him upwards. She looked up desperately at Mrs. Briggs.
"Isn't he going to wear something? Can't he put on a rubber-don't let him do it to me like this."
Mrs. Briggs only laughed:
"How can he feed you properly if we put on a rubber overcoat on that lovely big cock of his?" she replied, "you're going to be fed thick prick and hot spunk and you are going to love it!"
In desperation Peggy grabbed his immense tool with both hands as if she thought she could prevent it entering her if she kept a grip on it.
"No, no please," she gasped, "please take care, don't put it in me like this."
She would have gone on protesting but it was the heavily lipsticked mouth of Mrs. Briggs forced down on her own mouth that stifled any more pleas. Peggy gasped and thrilled to this tonguing kiss given her by a woman and almost without being fully aware of her actions she was herself guiding that hard throbbing cock towards her cunt.
Mrs. Briggs heard the old man grunt like a pig, she also felt the young woman suck in her breath and she knew what had happened. A few inches of thickness had been slid into Peggy's aching desirous quim. She raised her face from the brightly crimsoned flushed face and looked at her expression. She liked what she saw, this young woman was even more on heat than they had anticipated. Mrs. Briggs looked questioningly at the florid face of her employer. He nodded:
"Yes, yes, she's wonderfully moist and tight," he said, "Just as we thought ... she really needs feeding very badly."
The woman patted Peggy's face, "Well it's a good job you are here with us for we are going to see that you get fed well and often, my dear." The old man began to jerk to and fro, gently at first and with every inward thrust he sank deeper into the pratt of the writhing and happily moaning young woman.
Mrs. Briggs was stroking Peggy's face:
"There, there, my dear, you need a really good fucking, don't you. Your hot little cunt loves devouring hard thick cock doesn't it? Well my dear, we are going to give you a wide variety of feeding while you are here. We have friends all over the country who will love to come here and feed a lovely girl like you between the legs like Mr. Lake is doing to you now."
If the awful truth of Mrs. Briggs words meant anything to her Peggy did not betray her feelings. Indeed she could not think of anything else save the wonderful feeling she was getting from this shagging from the old satyr on her belly. He had taken the weight of his body on his elbows on either side of her shoulders and now leered down into her face, his mouth but an inch from hers.
"This is what you wanted, wasn't it, dear," he spat at her, "you wanted me to feed you like this, didn't you?"
She found herself nodding. She had to agree, it would be foolish and hopeless to try and deny her feelings and desires. She gripped him tighter with her naked lovely thighs and gazed into his ugly lust filled face, so repulsive and yet the very evil and lust that his expression portrayed seemed to add fire to her own lustful desire and to make her love him in a strange compelling fashion.
She raised her face to try and get her lips to his thick lips again. She was ashamed at her desire for his thick wet tongue to invade her mouth again and yet she knew what she wanted and she could not fight against her stimulated passion.
He was speeding up his rooting movements. Every dip into her cunt forced his cock knob to the very opening of her womb:
"Agraa ... darlinggggg ... darlingggg ... ograaa ooommmmaaa ... " she clung to him and enjoyed every moment of her abusement.
"Not too quick Mr. Lake," it was the stern voice of Mrs. Briggs that forced the old man to control himself.
"I want to hear her say some nice words while she is so nicely on heat," the woman went on. Peering down into Peggy's eyes she said: "Let us hear you say the naughty word that describes what Mr. Lake is doing to you."
The old fellow had slowed his shagging to a steady roll in and out, delving and teasing and tantalizing the young woman who was begging for her orgasm to give her the satisfaction she had been made to crave.
Despite her heated rut she felt embarrassed at being expected to say the filthy word she knew they wanted her to use. Softly she muttered: "Mr. Lake ... Mr. Lake is ... fucking me!"
The old man gave her a few fiercely deep thrusts as if to reward her but Mrs. Briggs was far from satisfied:
"That was no good," she snapped, "let us hear you say it as if you really know what it means and that you like using the word as well as performing the act is describes."
"He's fucking me ... ohaaaaamaaaa ... fucking ... I'm being fucked ... Fucked ... !"
Peggy found that using such words excited her in a way she did not understand. She saw that her display of obscenity pleased Mrs. Briggs and also had the effect of making old Claud push harder and faster into her with his thrill giving prick.
Suddenly without any more persuasion Peggy began to mouth more obscenities:
"Oh Mr. Lake ... fuck me ... fuck me ... Fuck me harder ... harder ... argaa ... mmmmaaa ... fuck, fuck!"
The way the young woman clung to her elderly lecher told Mrs. Briggs that the mutual orgasm could not be far off. With urgent thrusts and pushes, with heaves and lunges, the old man and lovely girl heaved towards the climax that would inundate her womb with his spunk. All thought of the lack of contraceptives had vanished from Peggy's mind. All she wanted, all she craved was about to happen.
The lovely manicured hands gripped the fat naked arse of the old man and dragged his body hard in between her gripping thighs. Those charming fingers were destined to claw at many naked arses of many colors during the next week or so but at this moment Peggy was only concerned with having her passion satiated. Mrs. Briggs could tell by the way that pretty face contorted and grimaced, old Claud could tell by the sticky juice that wetted his rearing cock head that the young woman was having her orgasm.
She seemed to be able to keep on coming and coming and getting both hands under her wriggling backside he gripped her bottom cheeks just as fiercely as she gripped him. Mrs. Briggs saw his movement, she knew the ultimate climax was about to be reached. Bending her face close to the turning contorting face of the young woman she said:
"Now you are going to be fed, you feel the lovely food being pumped into you dearie?"
Jet after jet of hot thick spend was spunked into her. The old man had been saving his seed for this moment. Usually sleeping with Mrs. Briggs three or four times a week since it had been arranged that this young lady should be brought down as their victim he had refrained from intercourse for over a week. The plentiful spend of thick juice was the result and Peggy was being fed in a way all girls of her age and beauty should be regularly fed -with hot thick prick.
CHAPTER TWO
Old Claud lay quite out of breath on the bed while he watched Peggy obey Mrs. Briggs and start to dress herself. He saw her put on her delightfully tight brassiere, her nylon under slip and then her panties over the pretty suspender belt. He particularly enjoyed watching her draw up the smoky colored nylons until they sheathed her shapely legs like a second beautifully colored skin.
She was still quite on heat despite the severe ridding he had given her. He could tell that by the way her nipples remained stiff and jutted out the centre of the taut cups of her bra. Peggy thought that she would be allowed to go downstairs now but Mrs. Briggs slipped an arm round her waist and led her back to the bed.
The two women saw the penis of the old fellow begin to rise again; while he had been watching the lovely young woman dress he had been getting a slow erection and now the thick stem reared upwards and waved from side to side.
Mrs. Briggs murmured to the young Peggy:
"That was the lovely cock that gave you all that pleasure my dear, you loved it didn't you? Just look what a fine organ it is and with two healthy specimens of bollocks at its base!"
Such lewd talk excited Peggy and now she was not at all sure she wanted to go from this bedroom. She could not take her eyes from that ever thickening and throbbing prick. Mrs. Briggs could tell that they had the young woman well on the way to wanting to give in to the call of the flesh again and she put her mouth close to Peggy's ear and continued to try and incite her to obscene thoughts that would lead to actions.
"Just look how swollen and thick that bulge at the top of his cock is, my dear," she murmured, "not many men have such a thick knob as that you know. The thicker it is and the more the flange protrudes the bigger the thrill it can provide for the lucky woman. Look dear, his cock is really erecting now, just look how thick it is, how curved the shaft is."
Peggy suddenly stepped forward and if Mrs. Briggs had not stopped her she would have climbed on to the bed and straddled her thighs across the old man's body and tried to get that prick up between her legs again.
"No dear, not that this time. I want you to give it a nice kiss, dearie," Mrs. Briggs murmured as she placed her hands at the back of Peggy's head and slowly pushed the flushed pretty face down towards that rearing purple dome. When they saw how she opened her mouth and greedily sucked at the fat swollen knob Mrs. Briggs and her lecherous employer knew they had an easy task on hand to degrade and thoroughly debauch this lovely young woman.
Peggy gammed the thick monster of the old man as if she had been used to such an obscene act for many years. Mrs. Briggs kept her hands to Peggy's head so that she would not be able to raise her face from the old man's loins even if she wanted to. But from the way she was sucking at the prick so that the head of it bulged out her cheeks first one side and then the other side of her mouth, they knew she was well on bitch-heat.
Mrs. Briggs looked into Claud's face. He nodded gently. She knew what that meant-this young lady was to suck him to his climax. She was to be given some more food-his spunk was to go down her throat.
Mrs. Briggs took a firmer grip on Peggy's head, making her keep fairly still while old Claud heaved his buttocks up and down and in so doing fucked the pretty mouth that was soon gasping for breath at such a furious onslaught upon its delicate cavity.
When the up and down movements of Claud's body was punctuated by rolling and writhing actioning from side to side it became clear to Peggy that the hot thick cock in her throat was almost ready to spend. For a moment she dreaded the thought of having to take his seed in her mouth. She tried in a wild desperate struggle to break loose but Mrs. Briggs was more than ready for the protest and kept a very strong grip on Peggy's forehead and her throat.
It was indeed the grip on her throat that frightened Peggy into giving in. The rearing cock head so hot and swollen was about to swill her mouth and throat with its juice, as though through a haze she heard Mrs. Briggs muttering into her ear:
"Now don't be silly, Peggy, it will do you good. A meal of spunk down your throat will always do you good, my dear."
Almost before she had finished speaking the old man was heaving up wildly. His buttocks twisting and his loins thrusting up and down as his hot spunk jetted into the warm mouth and down the helpless throat.
* * *
Mrs. Briggs left Peggy alone in the kitchen to enjoy the long awaited meal. This time the food was the more normal variety and after the good meal and several glasses of wine that had been left for her Peggy felt on top of the world.
She was taken by surprise when the kitchen door opened to admit a burly man, much younger than Claud, but even so very many years older than Peggy. By his clothing she guessed that he was some sort of odd job man or perhaps Uncle Claud's gardener.
"Oh, you must be Miss Peggy," he said, touching the peak of the old cloth cap he wore and then coming across to her he went on, "Has the master fed you yet?"
Peggy felt herself colouring up. Surely all and sundry didn't know of the old man's wicked way of speaking about intercourse? Surely this odd job man didn't know that his employer had done all those things to her?
He obviously did, for he was unbuttoning his flies and pulling out into full view his hardening prick. She looked down at it, following him with her eyes as he walked to the back of her chair and pulled it away from the table. Now stepping round to face her again he dropped to his knees and putting his hands on her nylon covered rounded knees pushed her thighs outwards so that he could shuffle along on his knees up nearer to her body.
She was ashamed at the pleasure she experienced from letting this man, a complete stranger, feel up her legs. He dived his hands under the band of her panties and began to finger her moist pratt. He smiled up at her as he prised the warm fleshy lips of her fanny open:
"Mr. Claud has taught you well, I hope," he muttered as he gradually pulled himself up by levering his forearms on her knees and thighs until his randy cock knob was very near her own genitals.
She made a half hearted attempt to push him away:
"Please, I don't know who you are," she mumbled, "please, leave me alone-how dare you!"
His laugh told her that he knew just how easy a victim she was to the call of her hot flesh, or perhaps it was the call of his hot flesh that made her want to give herself to him like a really wanton randy young harlot?
"Just call me Jake," he answered, not moving his hands away from her most intimate regions and getting his cock head closer to her vital hole as he leaned more over on top of her after pulling and levering himself up as far as was required for the act he was about to perpetrate on her lovely body.
She wriggled as she felt him push himself forward and lower his weight onto her belly. The wriggle was not to try and prevent the intrusion, but to guide that finely fleshed cock into the right groove, the hot moist groove that desired it so much.
He sunk into her easily and with a full surge that sent every inch of his bone into her grotto. She moaned, her breath caught in her throat, he saw her expression and smiled at her:
"Like it, eh?" he murmured, his voice no unkindly.
She nodded. "It's so long, it's lovely, it's making me feel wonderful," she gasped as he started to fuck at her with a steady jerking short movement. She arched her body, easing her bottom off the chair in her efforts to get as much length inside her. The in and out thrustings grew more fierce and much quicker as well as delving the cock deeper into her belly. She knew the tell-tale signs-he was almost ready to come, she was almost on the brink of another wonderful peak of sheer ecstasy. What little shame she had felt was now quickly driven from her mind. Only the pleasure and the sexual gratification worried her, the gratification that she had to satisfy.
A momentary flashing of guilt and of fear of pregnancy went through her mind at the first flush of the odd job man's spunk as he jetted it high into her belly. But at his fierce and quick inward pushes she felt that thrill giving spasm overtake her again. Her cunt went very wet and clamped itself to his rooting shaft as their mutual spendings mingled and for a brief moment the young lady and the elderly odd job man were as one, united in body by that thick cock and her cunt and in soul by the enthralling ecstasy of the fuck.
CHAPTER THREE
Back in town at his digs Tommy Lake was feeling anything but happy about his part in procuring his girl friend for the evil activities of his Uncle Claud. True, the money was very badly needed, but to take a girl down there and leave her to the mercy of that lecherous old swine and the equally evil Mrs. Briggs well, it was a very nasty thing to do to any girl. He could not have known how well and easily his supposed modest girl friend Peggy had allowed herself to be debauched by the attentions of the old man.
He heard the bedroom door next to his room open and close. He knew that the adjoining bedroom was occupied now by his landlady's thirteen year old daughter, Jill. Usually the girl slept upstairs in one of the attic rooms next to her mother's room but just recently the rain had started to leak into her room and now for the sake of her health Mrs. Ross had moved her daughter's bed down into the small room next to that nice young man's room, the gentleman Mr. Tommy Lake.
The landlady would not have called her lodger quite such a gentleman had she known his part in the procuring of his girl friend, Peggy for his old Uncle, or even if she had known some of his thoughts concerning the pretty thirteen year old Jill.
When he had learned that the youngster was to move into the room next to his he had made careful preparations. It had been easy when everyone was out to make small peepholes from his room into the adjoining one. These old houses had good bricks that could be bored through and the tiny marks in the wallpaper on the girl's room wall were not easy to notice. The larger perforations on his wall he covered with a picture when he was not using them so his detection in his sly trick was not likely.
He peered through the peeping holes now as he heard the girl moving about her room. Just prior to her coming up to her room he had put a packet of dirty pictures in an envelope and put them just inside her top drawer in her dressing table. He was pleased to see that she had gone to the drawer for something already and was taking out the envelope and peering at its contents.
He watched her expression. He had selected the filthy photographs especially for her. The top one he knew showed a close view of a male penis in full erection and he wondered if a girl of her age had ever seen a real prick, or if indeed she even knew exactly what one looked like?
She crossed to her bed and sat on the edge. He had a perfect view of her face. It was flushed but obviously she was very interested in this secret envelope that had turned up so strangely in her bedroom.
He saw her pick off the top photo and gaze at the next one. This was of a woman about to have that virile cock inserted into her cunt. Now the watching Tommy saw the youngster do just what he had hoped she would do.
Naturally she thought she was quite alone and unobserved. She pulled her navy pleated school skirt up her lovely thighs and dived one hand well up between her legs. Tommy could not see exactly her movements because the skirt had fallen back to hide her hand and wrist from his line of vision. But from the way she twisted her wrist he knew she was getting her hand under the crotch gusset of her panties and despite the thickness of the dividing wall he heard her moan as she curled her small fingers into her girlish quim.
One by one she turned the cards and enjoyed the new obscenity that each photo portrayed to her youthful and innocent eyes. She had about another twenty or so photographs to look at and she was turning each one over slowly so Tommy knew she would be engrossed in her licentious task for some minutes. He quickly went downstairs and was pleased and relieved to find that no one else was in. Mrs. Ross must still be out shopping and none of the other lodgers were in from work yet.
He hurried upstairs again and without hesitation he went into Jill's room, making her cry out in startled fear at being caught in such a predicament. She saw him smiling at her. She also saw him undoing his trousers fly and pulling out, while she watched, his great prick-just like the ones she had hurriedly tried to conceal when her bedroom door had burst open.
"Oh Mr. Lake-I didn't hear you coming!" she gasped, "What have you come into my room for? Did you make a mistake, did you think it was next door, your own room. Please-oh please, Mr. Lake, go away!"
He had moved across to stand right close in front of her, enjoying the way her eyes could not drag their gaze away from his exposed penis.
"How would you like me to tell your mother that I came in here by mistake and found you looking at filthy photographs and that you were playing with yourself while you did so?" he chided her and saw how terrified she was that he might mean his threat.
He patted her face and quickly went on to try and put the young girl at ease:
"But I'm not going to tell your mother, Jill dear, not if you are a good girl that is and I think you will be a good girl."
With her eyes still devouring his tremendous erected tool she watched him sit down on her bed beside her. He smiled at her, trying to put her at her ease, to get her to relax.
"It is not good for pretty little girls of your age to finger themselves, you know," he went on, "it is far more healthy for you if someone else does it for you," and he placed his palm on her knee and as he spoke he slowly slid his hand up her bare thigh, up and up until his hand went from their view under her pleated skirt. He felt his fingertips touch the soft wooly material of her panties. She had withdrawn her hand from under her panties as soon as he had come into her room but the panties were still pulled slightly downwards with the crotch band to one side and he easily slipped his fingers to her tight but very wet little pratt.
It had never been his pleasure to interfere with a schoolgirl before. Jill was thirteen and a half and her cunt was very tight, although for her age it was very moist. He slid his index finger along the groove, he was experienced enough to arouse the small clitoris bud before trying to prise the lips too far apart. The youngster was panting and holding his wrist as if afraid he might suddenly become rough and hurt her.
"You won't tell mother about the pictures then, Mr. Lake?" she asked.
"As you are being such a good little girl I won't tell her," he replied, "and you won't tell her that I came into your room, will you?"
"Oh no-of course I won't, I wouldn't dream of telling her," the girl answered, wriggling and writhing to this new wonderful thrilling sensation she was getting. She had seen in the photographs how the women held the big stiff things of the men and now she timidly stretched her hands down to clasp Mr. Lake's great truncheon of flesh and she trembled at this, her first actual touching of a man's sexual parts. His rigid prick was so heated that she thought it was going to burn her palms as she held it tightly and under his instructions began to rub it up and down. It was delicious having such a young pretty and inexperienced girl hold his stalk and he had to be careful not to get so randy and advanced in his rut that he would spend too quickly and spill his spunk before the rape of this pretty girl.
"You've never been with a man, have you?" he asked and as she shook her head he went on, "or even a boy-has anyone ever touched you like I am doing?"
"No, never, Mr. Lake," she said, her young lithe body trembling to his lewd frigging. He was pushing her down on her back on the bed.
"I've been watching you for some weeks Jill dear," he said, smiling down at her flushed face, "I think it is time that you were laid. Do you know what I mean?"
She nodded: "Yes-yes I think I know what you mean, Mr. Lake."
"I will soon show you what I mean, my pretty little girlie," he said, taking hold of her ankles and making her spread her legs well apart. He laughed: "I think we had better take off your panties first, it will make it much easier for what I am going to do to you."
It did not take him a moment to get her navy blue school panties down her white plump thighs and down to her ankles where she kicked them free. Now he eased his body up on top of her, letting his stomach close down on her small heaving belly, while he kept one hand between their bodies to hold his rammer and help guide it to her wet hot little nest.
He got his swollen knob to the central indenture of the warm wet groove as he kept it there for a moment or so his mind began to race. Just how welcome this little piece of cunt would be for his lecherous Uncle Claud, he began to think! The old man would pay handsomely if he made it possible for him to use the lovely body of this little girl!
And what a simply lovely young body she had-such small but perfectly oval shaped titties. He ran his hands over the swelling of her globes that pushed the front of the white school blouse upwards in twin cones. Old Uncle Claud would love playing with such perfect breasts. Thirteen years old- what a thrill for the old man if it could be arranged. It would depend on price though, he knew, Tommy felt ashamed at the thoughts that were filling his agile brain. Would the old man pay more if he knew she was a virgin ... if that was the case should Tommy now have his pleasure with the child, or should he save her virginity?
The writhing and gentle upward thrusts of the girl's belly made it difficult for him not to take her cherry now. He had to have her ... he had to. He pressed downwards onto her soft tummy and at the same time slid his hard stalk into her tight cranny. He saw her lovely white legs jerk. She was trembling and now she held her breath as he bore more firmly into her tight hole that he was now slowly devirginating.
He saw her wince. His hard cock had broken maidenhead. He, too, was trembling now. The thought that he had broken in a child of thirteen thrilled him to the core. Uncle or no uncle he would make a mess in this little girl's belly before he passed her on to him.
He was surprised how quickly her moist vaginal passage became easy for him to root. True her flesh gripped him, but it was a most delightful sensation to have those young cunt muscles holding his shaft in their vice like hold and to know that his was the first ever cock that this cunt had ever been made to grip.
His spunk came all too soon. He was swilling out the belly and womb of this little writhing girl before he had had time to fully appreciate all the thrilling wonders of fucking so young and so pretty a girl. Into that warm violated nest his thick hot spunk was jetting and saturating her innards-the way she clung to him as her own climax broke was heaven itself. Her soft warm wound round his neck as she held on to him as if afraid he would suddenly go from her sight and from her grip before she had finished all this delightful come that was oozing from her inner membranes.
What a wonderful little tight fuck she was-and how Uncle Claud would love her ... and how he would pay for that sweet privilege!
CHAPTER FOUR
It was an effort to see across the Black Leg Espresso Bar from one side to the other. Not that it was a very large establishment, on the contrary it was a dingy basement converted into the type of dimly lit abode that so many of the young girls and youths like to frequent. The reason that vision was so difficult was the crowd round the small counter and a similar bunch of people round the blaring juke box. Add to these two heaps of humanity the hazy blue smoke of the dozens of cigarettes that were being smoked and to peer across from one side of the Black Leg to the other became more than difficult.
One person who was quite used to the dimly lit place and the smoke was a certain smartly dressed woman who was frequently to be seen at the table in the alcove well away from the door. About thirty five she was not of the age group one would expect to find in a place such as the Black Leg. Despite her advanced years compared with the majority of the others enjoying the pop music the others attractions she was very much with-it as far as loathing was concerned. Her jet black leather jacket, her white slim line short skirt and the black stockings comprised an attire that few of the youngsters could match and indeed Madame Rena, as she was known to them was admired and looked up to by them all.
Few of them knew her real purpose for her nightly visit at that table in the alcove and those that did know kept very quiet about it. Let us follow the adventure of a pretty girl who came to know all about Madame Rena ... such a girl is Sally Blake who worked in an office not so far from the Black Leg basement coffee bar. It was through working so close that led her to visit the bar in the first place. She held a junior typist position in her firm and fearing that she had left an important document on her desk instead of locking it away she went back to the office one evening. After making sure everything in her department was in order she intended to make her way back home again when the sounds of music and laughter from the Black Leg attracted her attention.
Guessing she would find plenty of girls of her own age in the coffee bar she went down the stairs and entered into the hazy smoke filled music blaring atmosphere and after pushing her way to the small bar to get her coffee and a packet of her favorite chocolate biscuits she looked round for a table.
Over in the corner a woman was beckoning to her. The table at which she was seated had one other chair and thankful for somewhere to sit at all Sally edged her way through the youngsters and thanked the woman for bringing this vacant chair to her attention.
The moment Sally had entered through the door Madame Rena had summed the young girl up. Subsequent conversation proved that her first surmises were correct. Sally worked in an office, she was seventeen, she did not come up to this part of the town very often, except for work of course. She came from a very respectable family, she had been carefully and lovingly brought up by her parents and now she was growing into a young woman.
Just the sort of material that Madame Rena liked to have to work with. It was half an hour and two coffees later that Madame Rena prepared to play her first card-the offering of a cigarette to the girl from her dainty gold plated case. At first Sally refused, she did not smoke very often, but when she saw how upset her refusal made her new friend she repented and was soon puffing away with the jerky inhalings of an inexperienced smoker at the very special reefer that this evil woman had given her.
It was not until she had smoked a further two more of these small slender cigarettes that Sally got her first intuition that she was smoking something other than a normal cigarette. A warm pleasant feeling was making her feel on top of the world. On the invitation of the woman she moved her chair round into alcove close beside her, partly hidden now from the rest of the room Madame Rena slipped her arm round the shoulders of her latest victim and Sally was surprised but not displeased when this woman started to kiss her hair and then her cheek.
The pretty seventeen year old girl had never before had a woman touch her in this way. The way the warm tongue licked her cheek and gave ample suggestion of what a thrill it would give if it could be placed on her mouth, made her feel excited.
She had finished her third reefer and was asking Madame Rena for another. The woman rose to her feet, smiling at the expression of dismay on Sally's pretty face and said:
"I must go now, dear. If you want to you can come with me; that is if you want another nice cigarette that makes you feel happy."
Sally was already on her feet: "Where are you going?" she asked, "and can I really come with you? I don't want to stay here on my own."
Madame Rena took the slim arm of her companion and made tracks across towards the door.
"I am going back to my flat, dear. I have some even better cigarettes there," and she squeezed Sally's arm suggestively and in a lower tone went on, "very special smokes, dear, that will make you feel very naughty!"
Madame Rena lived not ten minutes away from the basement of the Black Leg and arm in arm with her conquest she hurried along until they came to the drab row of terraced houses in a road that already had many of the houses empty and neglected and obviously due for demolition.
If Sally was surprised that her smartly dressed and nicely spoken friend lived in a district like this she was even more taken aback when as soon as they had entered the front door a small skinny old man appeared in the passage to greet them.
"This is Wi Lang, dear," Madame Rena introduced the grinning little man to the startled girl. Now that he was close to her Sally saw that he was an Oriental and she trembled slightly at the leering expression on his yellow skinned wrinkled face.
When he shook her hand he had not released his grip and with his right hand still holding hers, his left arm slid around her waist and he was leading her through into a room at the rear of the house. Madame Rena followed them into a nicely furnished lounge and closed the door. Sally felt at once the humid atmosphere of this room and as the heat began to effect her she experienced again that happy sensation she had had when smoking the cigarettes in the Black Leg.
Madame Rena whispered something into the old man's ear. Sally saw him smile and turning to her again, he murmured:
"So pretty little girlie wants to be made to feel naughty, eh?"
With his arm still around her slim waist he took her across to an elaborate sideboard. On this an oval glass container stood on a small metal platform under which three squat gas burners were alight and keeping the contents of the container on the boil. When he had the girl standing as close to the sideboard as possible he lifted the lid of the container and at once a trail of greenish vapor rose from the bubbling contents.
He suddenly changed his grip on the girl. His arm that had been round her waist moved upwards. His long fingered hand gripping the nape of her neck and making her bend forward with her flushed face directly over the open top of the glass bowl.
She found herself inhaling the sweetly pleasant outdoor from the fumes. Madame Rena had moved across and was close beside the girl. "Take nice deep breaths dear," Sally heard the woman telling her, "this is one of Wi Lang's special treats for little girls like you who want to be made naughty."
For some minutes Sally was held with her face over the burbling hot substance that gave off these strange fumes. She was feeling even more strangely excited and happy than she had done after her third cigarette that Madame Rena had given her. At last she was allowed to straighten up. At once Madame Rena took the girl in her arms. This time her mouth pressed full over Sally's open lips. No gentle kissing on the cheek or on her hair this time. The agile wet tongue tip was between Sally's teeth, agitating her own tongue and sending wave after wave of a new sensual pleasure through her young body.
Sally liked the feeling of being embraced by this older woman. She enjoyed the thrill of being kissed like this even if it were by one of her own sex. But suddenly she went taut. The old oriental gentleman was not being idle. She felt his hands fondling her buttocks through her skirt, of course, but nevertheless the way he rubbed and squeezed her pert bottom cheeks made her tremble and become troubled as to whether she should break away and try to stop him, or should she allow herself to enjoy this feeling that the kissing and the lewd touching was giving her?
When she was propelled across the room towards a low oblong shaped divan it was as though she were treading on a cloud. Her feet and legs felt light as air. She hardly realized Madame Rena had released her from her embrace and it was the grinning old yellow skinned man who was now bearing her down on that invitingly soft divan and as she sank down on to it on her back it was his evil slant eyed face that was now close to hers. His thin lipped warm mouth was on her mouth, the old Oriental was kissing her just as avidly as Madame Rena had done!
His mouth was hot, terribly hot, she had never known she could experience such a strange heat in her mouth from a kiss. Her tongue was just as active as the long wet tongue of her new friend, indeed their tongues entwined and lapped at one another in a way the young girl had never done to anyone before. She felt the very warm hand of the old fellow groping at her knee, after feeling round the nylon covered fullness of her knees. The hand had slid with palm against her stocking slowly up under her skirt. Sally was dimly aware that if she looked above his shoulder she could make out the grinning face of Madame Rena looking down at her.
Now the old man was running his hand up and down her legs quite freely and blatantly. She felt so wonderfully enthralled when she felt his hot hand touching her bare flesh above the tops of her nylons. And then, although she did not realize it at the time, the effects of that evil drug she had inhaled from the glass container began to make itself felt. The young lady began to push her body up against the slim skinny body of the Oriental. An urge she could not control and indeed had lost the will power to even want to control, made her try and press herself as hard as she could to him. Madame Rena smiled with satisfaction as she listened to the heavy breathing of the pretty girl and saw the way the face was flushed and slightly strained. She knew that no normal healthy young girl could fail to respond to that far eastern concoction that Wi Wang brought to the boil before letting his victims have the pleasure of inhaling the fumes.
Madame Rosa knew now that within that lovely young body of the girl was an unadulterated passionate lust that was crying out for gratification. She watched the skinny body of the old man lean slightly to one side. She saw his hand wrenching open his flies, his long thick bone hard prick reared out from his trousers and flipping the girl's skirt well up above her waist he leaned across her body and allowed his throbbing shaft to lay against her heavy curved belly.
Although the flimsy material of her panties separated her flesh from the flesh of his penis, Sally was well aware of the heat and the throbbing strength of this man's tool. He resumed his fondling up and down her thighs and the watching Madame Rena saw the slim arms of the girl glide up round the skinny shoulders of the man half on top of her.
Madame Rena leant down nearer to Sally's face. In a low coaxing tone she murmured: "Open your legs dear, you are feeling very naughty now, aren't you dear ... open your legs, that's right, wider ... open them wider."
The old man placed his forearms on either side of the girl's head and took his weight slightly off her body. As he leaned off the girl Madame Rena slipped her hands down to Sally's blouse and quickly had the buttons undone and the blouse open. It was but a second's work to ease the lovely white globes of girlish flesh out of the protecting bra cups and at once the old Oriental bent his face down to take each nipple in turn into his mouth and giving it a good sucking until it was stiff and firm.
Wi Lang nodded his head towards a drawer in a small table near the divan. Madame Rena knew what he wanted. Going to the table she produced a small oblong box from the drawer. Opening it she took out a silver hypodermic syringe. The glass tube was already loaded and pulling back the plunger she handed it to the grinning little Oriental.
Sally watched spellbound. She saw him dab a piece of moist cotton wool that Madame Rena had given to him over a small area of her thigh just above her nylon top. Before she could even attempt to stop him he had carefully driven the needle of the syringe into her flesh and with a chuckle that sent a chill through her he pushed the plunger down with his thumb and after a moment withdrew the needle.
Her thigh felt cold and her flesh went tight but after a moment or so the coldness went and she felt hot and flushed all over. She was unable to control the writhing jerking of her loins. She heard the old man say: "Get her panties down, she's nearly on the boil!"
Then the eager hands of Madame Rena were up under her skirt, her panties were dragged from her. Sally felt faint and yet strangely alive and excited, hot and cold shivers raced through her and now when the old man took her hands and pulled them towards his genitals she found herself holding his great dong and cradling his heavily dangling balls in her hands.
Meanwhile Madame Rena had handed to the little Oriental a pair of tiny silver plated tweezers. These he used to grip the bud of Sally's enlarged clitoris and frig it gently up and down'. This was a part of their victim's debauchment that Madame Rena always enjoyed to the full. She leant over to get a close view of the girl's sexual bud being so artificial stimulated. Like so many young girls who had been brought to this room before her Sally's sexual centre had to respond. The stem began to swell, to become inflamed and to throb and the silvery tweezers never released their grip for a second. The wrist of the grinning Oriental never stopped its steady jerking as the writhing and the lust filled sobbing of their sweet victim increased until Wi Lang and Madame Rena knew the girl must be on the brink of her orgasm.
For a brief moment the tweezer grip released but it was only to give Wi Lang the opportunity to regrip the enlarged bud further down nearer the base so that he could give the little crimson stem a fiercer frigging. They saw the young girl clamp her lovely thighs to his arm, imprisoning his wrist but not stopping the movement of the jerking tweezer frig.
In a moment the girl heaved wildly upwards. Her loins twisting this way and that, her buttocks rising and falling as the silver tweezers brought her off. The thick fluid oozed from her abused cunt and made the tweezers and the fingers that gripped them damp and sticky from her come juice. When eventually the climax died down Sally slumped back, breathing heavily, her face scarlet and her lovely legs very wide apart now.
Madame Rena looked down into the hotly flushed face:
"That was being a very naughty girl wasn't it, Sally dear?" she chuckled, "very naughty indeed, letting a man take all your come from you like that. Now you want some nice come put back into you, don't you? Some nice thick man-come ... some lovely hot spunk darling, that's what you want in your hot little cunt now don't you, Sally dear?"
Such obscene suggestions and talk would have horrified the girl at any other time ... but what with the reefers, the drug from the boiling container and finally the very powerful sexual stimulant that had been injected into her thigh, followed by this artificial frigging had made the girl absolutely cock happy.
Sally waited for the old man to climb over on top of her. Her legs remained open as a clear invitation to him as he guided his swollen cock head to her moist sticky grotto. He pushed gently, testing to see just how right she was and if she was a virgin.
He gave a whoop of glee on discovering that she was. Slowly but surely he now eased his great weighty prick into the love tunnel, forcing the delicate moist membranes to give into the force of the penetration and making the randy girl gasp with the sudden realization of what it is like to have a man for the first time.
Wi Lang was a past master at breaking in young girls like Sally and Madame Rena knew that he would not hurry the procedure. She saw him relax and get his strength back when he had sunk about three inches into their little virgin.
She saw the girl turning her hotly flushed face from side to side, the white fists of the girl clenched and unclenched and her young body writhed and tossed. She bent her face down to Sally's and in that soft coaxing tone murmured:
"We are going to make you love prick, Sally dear, we are going to show you that cock is what pretty girls like you were made for. Wi Lang may not be very big but he has a wonderfully large and strong cock for girls like you."
The grinning Oriental got his hands under Sally's bottom now and took a strong grip on the loose flesh of that charming arse. Madame Rena knew this was a sign that Sally was about to really have his length thrust into her. She saw the skinny arms draw the lovely girl up towards him as he thrust his stomach out at her belly. She saw him hold his breath and then give a sudden fierce lunge pushing his loins to the girl while he pulled her to him. Sally gave a stifled scream-her virginity was no more!
The excited Madame Rena watched the expression of pain fly across the features of the young girl. She knew just when the hymen was broken, the look of anguish told her that. The skinny arms of the Oriental were pulling the writhing girl harder up towards him, impaling her on his thick cock and sinking deeper into her with every passing second. When but an inch remained to be accepted by the stretched outer cunt lips he slowly withdrew, letting Madame Rena bend down and get a close up view of his blood stained shaft before he sank into the wriggling softness of the young girl's cunt once more.
The heavily beringed fingers of the woman patted Sally's face: "There ... there, my sweet," she muttered, "I told you I would make you want to be a very naughty girl, didn't I? Well you are being a naughty girl now and you are enjoying it too. The pain will soon go, dear and then it will be all pleasure for you. The sort of pleasure that naughty girls need and get."
The body of the old man was rocking gently to and fro on Sally, letting her belly take all his weight now and letting all his cock sink from view into her minge every time he trust and arched his loins up to her open gash.
As soon as he felt her cunt muscles accepting this new intruder he began to move faster and with more purpose. As his prick slid more easily to and fro he increased his jerkings to the more normal speed of the act of copulation.
Both Wi Lang and Madame Rena knew the well stimulated girl would have to respond, it was but a matter of time.
There! She was responding ... Sally was rocking and jerking in tempo with the old man, her lovely nylon sheathed legs jerked, her knees rose and across his back her calves crossed, her trim ankles locked together to make the rooting Oriental a welcome prisoner between her thighs.
The buttocks of the girl were just as much an active part of the act as were the hard thrusting and rearing backside and thighs of her ravisher. Little moans and gasps of pleasure escaped from her lips as she clasped the elderly yellow man to her and locked her legs even tighter about his back. The Oriental had now discarded all restraint, hard and furiously he fucked away at the young girl who desired and needed the gratification that only his bone hard cock was able to give her.
A long drawn out series of gasps accompanied by her furiously bucking loins and jerking belly told the watching Madame Rena that her newest girlie to her game of lust was having her second come since she had been brought back to this flat of ill repute. The old man enjoyed the sensation of having his red hot aching cock bathed in this pretty girl's come juice and when Madame Rena slipped a hand down between his thighs to fondle his testicles and found how hard and taughtly drawn was the skin that formed their sac she knew that the old man must soon be going to give the girl his own sexual offering.
Madame Rena squeezed his hard nuts and rolled them with her fingers, making the Oriental increase his movements almost to the speed of frenzy, then she leaned across his heaving back, letting her own weight fall on him and in so doing further squash the girl beneath him. This was to ensure his cock went to the deepest depths into Sally's cunt when it began to spend and now with furious heaving motions the old fellow began to let his hot thick seed ejaculate.
Sally felt lunge after lunge, spurt after spurt of hot wetness being jetted deep into her belly. She answered with further comings of her own and was sorry despite the great weight compressing down on her when Madame Rena pulled herself up and then heaved the heavily breathing old yellow man off the panting girl's belly.
Sally pulled herself to a sitting position on the divan. She felt sore and yet wonderfully elated. She looked across the room in surprise when the door opened and in came another Oriental slant-eyed man, just as elderly as the one laying panting beside her and with just as evil and ugly a face and with an expression on it that told Sally that he was after her just as his fellow Oriental had been.
He shuffled rather than walked across to the divan, flipping out his cock from his open flies as he got nearer to her. The long penis was nowhere near erect or hard and leaning across the divan to slip her arm about Sally's back Madame Rena murmured:
"See if you can make that dick nice and hard and long like the one that has just given you so much pleasure, dear."
The grinning man was right in front of Sally now, arching his stomach out towards her so that his limp penis invited the attention of her soft hands. She found she could easily draw back the loose foreskin from the slowly swelling knob and enjoyed her first experience of making a limp penis stiff. Slowly and surely the dong began to grow thicker and to rear upwards instead of staying limpish and hanging downwards. Both Madame Rena and Wi Lang enjoyed watching this pretty girl bringing the yellow man to his stand.
"Lay back now, dear, I think you have made it stiff enough dear," Madame Rena laughed as she pulled Sally down on her back. The young lady willingly opened her legs and waited for the Oriental to climb on the divan with her. As if completely experienced and well used to the act of coition Sally held out her arms ready to embrace the old man as he sank on top of her, his thick prick being guided to her cunt by the agile hands of Madame Rena.
Before letting the knob touch the, pinky wet cuntlips Madame gave the shaft several hard rubs to make the whole affair as hard as rock. This second tool was now larger and firmer than Wi Lang's had been and was just what Madame Rena wanted for the second fucking of her latest victim. This new prick head was immense now and she used one hand to prise apart as wide as she could the warm stickily lips of Sally's minge so that when the old fellow jutted forward his knob found the way into the right tunnel of soft flesh. The randy young lady moaned with joy as at least three inches of this latest stalky cock sank into her.
The man looked sideways up at Madame Rena:
"Can I finish in her?" he asked, hardly believing his good fortune at having such a dainty pretty piece for food for his great cock.
"Certainly you can, you deserve to for giving her the pleasure she wants," answered the smiling Madame Rena as she looked down into the girl's pretty face. She lay with her eyes closed, her mouth gasping open and shut and from time to time her head tossed this way and that as the great dimensions of this new penis became apparent to her tight hole.
Unable to resist the temptation Madame Rena leant down and put her mouth to the girl's lips, kissing the panting child with a French type penetrating tongue kiss and making the girl even more randy and anxious for her seduction to continue.
The fucking that followed was even more satisfying than her previous bout with Wi Lang and now that the pretty girl was well broken in it remained but a formality for Madame Rena to pay visit to a certain Claud Lake whom she knew would pay well for the pleasure of a young girl's body.
Strange that within days of having his nephew deliver the pretty Peggy to him the old lecher should have further offers of lovely feminine bodies for his prick from Madame Rena, whom he had dealt with for many years and also another offer from his nephew.
CHAPTER FIVE
Claud had not been all that surprised to get the letter from his nephew telling him about the young girl he might be able to bring down for him to seduce. He knew that his nephew was well aware of his liking for girls of school age and that he would pay well for the chance of sampling their sweet charms.
He showed the letter to Mrs. Briggs. The woman was as lecherous as he was in her own way. He could tell she would look forward to having the pretty girl from Tommy's digs down to stay with them. It should be easy to arrange for the child to come down with her mother and Tommy for a brief visit and once here it would be easy to take care of her mother with the aid of some strong sleeping drugs and then the girl could be taken care of in his own special way!
Old Claud remembered the first young girl he had gone the whole way with. He lay back in his chair and closed his eyes. It did him good to look back on some of his happier seductions. It had been young Gwenny, the daughter of his brother. She had come to stay with him and Mrs. Briggs for a few days while her parents visited another relative who was very ill and living in the north of Scotland.
Gwenny, such a sweet faced pretty girl, was thirteen at the time. He remembered going up to her bedroom on her first night under his roof. She had been reading and was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I've just come up to make sure you are alright, Gwenny dear," he had told her as he sat on the bed beside her, "have you got everything you want?"
"Oh yes, Uncle, thank you very much. I feel a bit lonely being away from my parents you know, but otherwise Mrs. Briggs has made me very comfortable," the girl replied.
"I don't want you to feel lonely or homesick my dear," he said, sliding his arm round her waist.
"Oh I'm alright really, Uncle Claud," she said, afraid that she might have upset him by appearing unhappy. After all he was kind enough to have her while her mother and father were away, "I shall be quite OK Uncle dear."
He gently kissed her cheek, making her blush although her uncle had kissed her many times before, this kiss seemed to be one of the stolen prohibited kind and it made her feel uneasy.
"Of course you will be alright, my dear," he went on, squeezing her a little tighter, "do you know a sure remedy for homesickness, eh? It is a nice kiss, let me kiss your mouth."
The girl turned towards him, not that she intended to invite his kiss but rather in surprise at his remark. But no sooner was her face near his than he pressed his lips full over her mouth and gave her quite a long passionate kiss.
She trembled slightly, "Oh Uncle, I am sure you should not kiss me like that," she gasped.
"Perhaps not, my dear, but it will help to make you less miserable at being away from home," he said, sliding his arm up so that he could grip her shoulder and pull her backwards, "Now I'm going to kiss you again-a real kiss this time."
"Oh no Uncle ... please ... no ... let me get up!" the girl cried, trying with all her force to pull herself up to a sitting position again. He kept a strong grip on the slim shoulder and lowered his face to hers. She quickly turned her face away from him, finding she could not break his grasp on her shoulder, she could at least keep her face turned from him. But she reckoned without the strength and tenacity of her uncle. He used his free hand to grip her small chin and pull her face so that he could get his lips to her quivering girlish mouth and began to lick with his wet tongue along her lips and her teeth.
He kept his mouth pressed to hers until he felt her squirm and become almost frantic for air. He raised his lips a fraction and her mouth opened to gasp at the air and that instant he lowered his mouth to her slightly agape lips and this time he sank his tongue well into the cavity of her mouth.
In and out of the wet warmth he snaked his tongue tip and soon she gave up pretence of struggling and allowed her licentious uncle to work his thick tongue freely in and out of her mouth. When he raised his face from hers he saw that she was flushed a color of beetroot, but he could tell that she had not found the experience unpleasant. He took his weight off her body and if she had wanted to she could now raise herself to a sitting position. She lay there breathless and excited in a new way, she wondered if her uncle would now leave her alone and go from her bedroom.
I expect your mother and father always kiss you goodnight, he said as he bent over her to unfasten the buttons of her blouse.
"Yes, Uncle, they do," she muttered.
"And I am going to kiss you goodnight too," he said, as one after another of the blouse buttons were released, "but I am going to kiss these pretty boobies you have inside your blouse. Sit up dear, I can't get this blouse off while you lay down."
As the young girl sat up he quickly slid the opened blouse over her shoulders. She trembled violently as she felt the touch of his hot hands on her flesh as he slid his arm round her to fumble with the clip fastening of her brassiere. As soon as the bra was undipped the cups fell forward from the small girlish cones, to reveal to his gaze the perfect whiteness of her young breasts, each hillock tipped with a very pink nipple.
Gwenny felt terribly embarrassed now and was glad when her uncle pushed her down on her back again as she could cover her eyes with the back of her forearms. His left hand moved to cover her right breast. For a moment he fondled the globe and then bending his face forward to her left tittie he took the small bud into his lips. While he massaged her right nipple with finger and thumb he sucked avidly with his mouth and was pleased to feel both breasts responding almost at once.
By the time he had used his right hand on her left tit and his mouth on her right both nipples were flint hard, both a crimson in hue instead of pink and the youngster was breathing very heavily. He now sat back away from her. She opened her eyes when she no longer felt his hands or his mouth touching her. She looked up at his leering face. She had never seen him with that sort of expression on his face. It both excited her and made her fearfully apprehensive.
While he kept his eyes directed at her flushed face he moved his right hand to her bare knees. For several moments he ran his fingers all round and under her plump knees and then very slowly ran his palm upwards until it rested quite a few inches up her leg above her knee. She half sat up, reaching down with her right hand to try and push his arm away and at the same time to push her skirt into a more respectable position from where his wrist had pushed it upwards.
He laughed: "Now there is no need at all for you to be shy or modest my dear, with your old Uncle, is there?" and as he spoke he flicked her skirt well up with his other hand. She made a vain effort to push the hem of the skirt down to its former length but taking both her small wrists between his left hand and making her helpless he now yanked the skirt up to her waist so that the navy blue schoolgirl panties were exposed.
Finding that there was nothing she could do while her uncle kept that vice like hold on her wrists she lay back again. Her breathing became even more pronounced when she felt his hand touching her panties and the finger tips moving lightly over the material of the gusset of her panties. Being the experienced lecher that he was the old fellow fingered her lightly and gently through her panties until he had her tossing her loins from side to side and her small belly heaving up and down every so often in compulsive spasms.
He released her wrists, knowing that now she would not try and stop what he was doing, she was experiencing too much pleasure. He got his fingers into the taut elastic waist band and slowly drew her panties downwards. She raised her bottom off the bed enough to help him get them down to her ankles.
He parted her lovely white thighs and gazed down at the perfectly formed slit framed with crisp dark hairs and topped at the base of her lovely belly with a triangle of wispy matting.
"You have never been touched by a man, have you," he asked softly as he placed his palm on her belly and slowly moved his fingers downwards and inwards towards her groin. Lightly, very lightly he brushed along the immature cunny lips of this thirteen year old, making her tremble to his touching and making her whirl her toes in delight.
Taking that small pert chin in the finger and thumb of his left hand he held her face so that he could look down into it all the while he was touching her up. Gently he prised his index finger in between the soft warm and tightly compressed outer lips of the girlish fanny. Inwards his finger went. He felt the inner lips like a very small mouth, protesting at the pressure he applied to get his fingertip through them and to push against the taut barrier of flesh that was her maidenhead.
If he needed any further proof that he was the first man to interfere with his pretty niece here it was-the intact hymen. He stiffened his finger and probed deeper, watching her face all the time. Just like pushing his finger into a tightly closed mouth, her flesh gripped him, in and in, he kept his finger probing until it was lost in the soft squelchy warmth.
Gwenny was moaning softly now from this new wonderful sensation her uncle was giving her. But even so he was not at all sure he had his young niece on heat enough for the act of copulation he intended. He knew that girls of her age were usually terribly excited at the exposure of the opposite sex. So he rose from the bed and while she watched him he began to take off his clothes.
He watched that pretty face with its changing expressions of shame, excitement and great interest, when at last he stood close to her bed quite naked, his immense tool rearing up from his black forest of pubic hair. The exemption of absolute lustful interest on her pretty face resulted in his next line of action. Kneeling on the bed close to her and taking her face in between his hands he arched his body so that his swollen and angry inflamed knob was near her mouth.
"Now Gwenny, dear," he muttered, "I want you to give your uncle a nice kiss," and he moved forward slightly so that his knob actually touched her lips. She tried to pull her head back but his hands held her too firmly. "A nice kiss, Gwenny, just a nice little kiss, please, for your Uncle." His voice was chiding and coaxing as he pushed his prick head against her mouth; slowly the lovely young lips opened slightly and the bared knob sank a fraction into the juvenile mouth.
"That's it, Gwenny!" he said, "Close your lips over it, just suck it a little for me, tha's right ... "
Gwenny had closed her lips just as he had told her and by holding her head firmly in between his hands and arching his loins out to her face he made her accept more length into the cavity of her warm wet mouth. He felt the soft tongue touching his satiny fleshed knob and he wondered what his brother and wife would say if they could see their thirteen year old girl at this moment with her uncle's great cock stuffed almost down her throat.
For fear of having her suck him to his climax he had to at last pull her face away from his tool. They both looked down at his throbbing monster, the knob and several inches down the shaft was covered in her slimy saliva. He put his mouth to her ear and murmured softly:
"You know where I am going to put that lovely prick now, don't you dear?" and not waiting for her reply he was pushing her down on her back and already sliding his naked body over on top of her.
"Open your legs, my dear child," he whispered and obediently the lovely warm white thighs spread apart as he placed two fingers on the upper surface of his throbbing giant and pushed it downwards until he could feel his knob prising apart the soft wet cunny lips.
It took him several minutes of slow grinding insertion to get sufficiently inside the girl's vagina to start his fuck. When he did commence the vigorous in and out thrustings he soon brought the writhing little Gwenny to a climax. Her wet spend made further much needed lubrication so that the tightness of the cunt sheath still thrilled him without causing his prick or her cunt walls too much pain from the heated friction.
"When do you anticipate asking nephew down with Mrs. Ross and the little girl?" the sudden sound of Mrs. Briggs speaking to him brought Claud back to the present reality from his dreaming of past conquests!
Plans had to be made for the arrival of Tommy and his friends and for the debauchment of the pretty child ...